Chapter 180: Watching is a quality

On the city wall here, Wang Ce suddenly shrank his head in sweat, and a piece of snowflakes passed by his head like a knife, slitting off a strand of hair.

Wang Ce groaned: "These three-legged nuclear bombs."

More and more people have participated in the battle. With the explosion of sword energy and qi, the snowflakes have become like blades.

Snowflakes were like swords, and they kept shooting into the city wall, making countless tiny cracks and holes.

"...... It's! Two... It's!" Wang Ce felt the city wall slowly shake, and he shouted Api and the others in shock, and rolled into the air and fell under the city wall, staring at the city wall in a daze.

"Enough." A whistling full of energy shocked.

Tang Zhengyao hung in the air like the sun, glanced at the county town: "Change another place and fight again, don't touch innocent people here. Tang Wuqing, you said."

The emperor looked back lightly: "Old Wang, change the place."

With a roar, countless figures emerged from the sky, floating away as if they were escaping into the clouds. What remained were devastated and stunned soldiers.

After a riot, in the midst of dust and flying catkins, Zhu Haitang looked around and said, "Where is Ace?"

After searching for a while, Api shouted nervously: "Ak is gone."

Wang Ce vaguely heard the shout of the big-breasted girl, and he smiled.

It was a stupid idea to sneak into the palace. However, the sharp-sounding Martial God Scroll should be carried by the emperor. In this way, if you are not by the emperor's side at this time, you will probably be here.

"I am a good person, a soft-hearted person." Wang Ce emphasized to himself that it was not him stealing, but God gave him too much face and transferred the emperor and the others away.

The Imperial Army and the Northern Wu Army must be in chaos now and are planning to find the emperor. Therefore, the emperor's temporary palace must be empty. God gave it a good opportunity. How did you say that? God will give you, don't be struck by lightning.

Sure enough, the soldiers along the way shouted, and the masters basically went out to search for the emperor's whereabouts.

Wang Ce sneaked in all the way. Although there were a little twists and turns, it didn't hinder anything. When he touched a bedroom, Wang Ce sniffed it and knew it was not: "It seems that it is not."

Not. Wang Ce scratched his head, what kind of bedroom does the emperor like to live in? This job is not professional, and he is not from a three-hand training school.

"I know, you never do good things. This is where His Majesty lives. What do you do when you sneak in?" Ruk appeared like a ghost, scaring Wang Ce, his eyes glowing and lightning.

"Why are you here?" Wang Ce made a fuss: "I heard that dragon underwear can cure all diseases. Stephen Chow said, you definitely don't know who he is."

Luke nodded and quietly followed along. Wang Ce wondered: "Do you believe it?" He didn't believe it.

"I'm not a pig." Luke's childish face clearly said that your lies were too ridiculous, and he shook his head: "Of course I don't believe it. If you tell His Majesty, he will probably believe it."

Wang Ce was beaten up, good boy, he was still so cold when talking about cold jokes.

After searching several rooms in a row, Wang Ce was excited: "Finish. Ake, let's copy His Majesty's home together."

Ruk swallowed, and said this! He paused: "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Finish, that's it." Wang Ceha laughed, found a secret lattice under the bed board, and took a scroll with a unique material from it.

If you like it, I will know that I will be lucky in this life. Wang Ce is happy.

There is no text on the scroll surface, Wang Ce said: "Is this a Martial God Scroll?" These guys don't understand the value of the title party.

I have long forgotten what the real name of the Martial God Book is. As everyone shouted, it became this name. There are three volumes in the Martial God Book, which is the top secret found by Wang Ce in the Southern Yai. He estimated that there was only half a volume in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

Wang Ce shouted to Ruke on the side, "Ak, your mother called you to go home for dinner. Come and help."

Luke woke up and hurriedly helped Wang Ce expand the Martial God scroll. Wang Ce patiently rubbed it. The text pattern on it felt like it was carved, which was better copied.

Wang Ce thought carefully and took out a bunch of debris from his cuffs. He prepared in the capital a few days ago. There were several methods that could be copied, but Wang Ce chose the most suitable one.

Take a little unique pigment and stack a piece of paper on the Martial God roll. Wang Ce took a small brush dipped in vinegar and brushed it over little by little.

"Do it, I'm so handsome." Wang Ce smugly blows the replica. Luke didn't understand it. What is the inevitable connection between his handsomeness and success?

Fonts and patterns composed of special pigments emerge one by one.

Wang Ce was about to exchange the replica with the genuine product, but Luke was moved: "No, Your Majesty will notice it."

"Yes." Wang Ce thought about it, took the copy, and continued to search in the bedroom decisively, but no other discoveries were found.

At the door, Wang Ce suddenly remembered the "Sand Unleashed" copy found in the Wujing Pavilion of Nanya. He picked up his chin and looked back, and gently patted the half-volume copy of the three volumes of the Wushen.

The residual version of "Sword God's Three Styles" can actually be found in the Nanya. Interesting.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the Imperial Guard and the Northern Wu Army were already in order.

Zhu Haitang and others came to Liu Wanqiu, Xu Che and others. When they saw Wang Ce, they were relieved and were about to scold him. Wang Ce smiled and lost his temper.

Wang Ce was taking advantage of the chaos before, but Eunuch Xu didn't know where he went, so he quickly followed.

Wang Ce waved his hand first, jumped to the high place to observe, and found that the five thousand imperial guards and the three thousand northern martial troops (one thousand of which were followed before) were rectifying and searching outside the county town.

However, due to the siege of the Dajiang Army, it is always difficult to break through.

Wang Ce picked up his chin and gloated. Tan Jiru and Jie Shixian were not there. There were many people in the county, but only two martial masters stayed, facing the 10,000 army of Dajiang Prefecture outside.

Five thousand imperial guards and three thousand Northern Wushu Army, I am afraid that I am not afraid of ten thousand Dajiang Army. However, no one dares to take the initiative to launch an attack.

Wang Ce was observing in the city. Governor Hao was observing outside the city. The generals under his command were anxious. This was a rebellion, not a treat: "Governor, why not attack first."

Governor Hao shook his head slowly, and a cold light suddenly said: "No. You don't understand this situation, don't talk nonsense."

A man in the hat pushed the wheelchair and appeared: "Governor Hao said, you don't understand. Governor Hao didn't attack, it was for your own good and for you to find a way out."

"Get back." Governor Hao signaled all the generals under his command to retreat, and there was a complexity of whether it was a pain or an excitement: "I finally got to this point. When you came back, I knew that today would be there."

"Are you scared?" Jinyi middle-aged man stared at the county town lightly.

Fear? Governor Hao Da was afraid of his many years of war. He let out a long breath and formed a white mist: "It doesn't matter if you have to go to this point, you won't be afraid. I just want to leave a way out for my subordinates regardless of success or failure."

"Don't worry, no one knows that you are my person. Tang Zhengyao and the others thought that they were telling you, who would know that you are my person!" Jinyi's middle-aged smiled, unable to cover up his resentment.

"Tang Zhengyao has always been upright. Even if he fails, he will definitely ask Tang Wuqing not to hurt your lives."

The silver and supplies worth ten million taels were not ruined in vain. Otherwise, with the loyalty of the Eighth Prefecture Army, Governor Hao would bribe his subordinates and ask the Dajiang army to attack the emperor.

Governor Hao sighed. Jinyi middle-aged man patted him to comfort him: "Don't worry, no matter whether things succeed or fail, the emperor will definitely not be able to do anything. If it works, it's good, but if it doesn't work, the emperor will still be defeated."

Governor Hao sighed again: "I just don't understand, why do you have to deal with Your Majesty deliberately? He is yours after all..."

"Father!"

"Enough." Jinyi's middle-aged man interrupted rudely: "What do I do? You don't need to teach you a lesson. Today, even if things fail, I also planted a seed of evil consequences in the Northern Tang Dynasty. If the Northern Tang Dynasty does not last for fifty years, it will definitely not have a good end."

"Wang Ce!" Jinyi's middle-aged face changed, and a resentful look appeared again.

As expected, Wang Ce, who looked leisurely, was walking over. Jinyi middle-aged man waved: "Push me forward."

Wang Ce waved excitedly from afar: "Hello, Brother Cialis."

The middle-aged man Jinyi almost bit his teeth and suppressed his anger. Wang Ce took the lead and said, "I said, look at a martial master around me, so do you. I guess everyone is similar. Why don't you go and see how your Majesty and the others fight first?"

"Okay." Brother Cialis was stunned. What a powerful onlooker spirit.

Wang Ce waved with a smile, and Zhu Haitang and others, as well as Xu Che and others, followed him. Wang Ce picked up his chin and said with malicious intentions: "Are you afraid that I will kill you now?"

"What's the point of death? When I came back, I didn't expect to leave alive. As long as I saw the emperor die with my own eyes, you can kill me if you have the ability." Brother Cialis snorted coldly.

Wang Ce curled his lips and kept a distance from this guy carefully. He rushed all the way. After a short while, he saw a large depression on a steep hillside, with many people fighting intertwined.

Wang Ce opened his mouth and was shocked: "This is really... spectacular."

More than a dozen Wuzong and a number of Wu Zuns fight together, what a spectacular scene.

The emperor stood calmly on the edge of another steep hillside. His calm demeanor at this time was really impressive.

"Master, the emperor did not use the emperor's three treasures." The man in the hat carefully observed for a while and suddenly said.

"Strange, this Northern Tang emperor's brain was drained? He was facing rebellion, but he still did not send out the Three Emperors' Treasures."

In another place, Song Feiran sat cross-legged on the clean brocade handkerchief. Under the brocade handkerchief was a frozen dead branch. He had the same question: "I remember that the Northern Tang seemed to be a middle-class country, and its three treasures should be enough to compete with Wuzong."

"Has the Northern Tang Dynasty declined?" Song Feiran wondered. He had been practicing for many years without caring about the world. He had become accustomed to the change of the world every time he came out.

Song Feiran thought about it and frowned and sent a message: "Emperor of Northern Tang, it seems that you are in trouble. I am Song Feiran. If you are willing to lend me the Martial God Roll for a month, I will help you quell the rebellion."
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