Looking at the four water words on the rice paper, Tang Shijun raised his eyebrows slightly.
Soone had been here.
But he didn't see them.
As a sixty-year-old man, he had practiced so flashy moves to strengthen his body a few tis, but couldn't be called an expert.
But the guards around him were proper Rank 2 martial artists.
Even Rank 2 martial artists didn't notice; what kind of formidable figure must this be.
But it seed they had no malicious intent towards him, and were more like they ca to help.
Tang Shijun searched his mind for one possible person after another. Who would co to help a person destined to die at a ti like this.
"Jingheng?" Tang Shijun thought for a mont and sighed slightly.
"I hope it wasn't you who invited them, otherwise it will be troubleso."
On the willow tree outside the residence, Chu Xun stood on a branch, his aura completely concealed, like a lifeless dead branch.
Although it wasn't raining inside the room, he could sense Tang Shijun's emotions through the omnipresent water vapor.
No panic, no fear, only a slight puzzlent.
Hmm?
Where did this feeling of displeasure co from?
Ti passed bit by bit. Due to the continuous rain, there were far fewer people on the streets.
Occasionally, a few passersby holding oil-paper umbrellas would carefully lift their trouser legs, wanting to avoid the muddy water.
But they would be splashed halfway up their legs by the water stains kicked up by their heels.
Bending their legs to take a look, they cursed the blind Heavens inwardly and continued walking resentfully.
After nightfall, it beca even quieter here.
The rain stopped.
Figures walked out from all directions, heading towards the residence of the Minister of Revenue.
Through the willow leaves, Chu Xun saw those martial artists who were no worse than Song Jingmin.
The most formidable martial artists in Zhangnan County would be lost in the crowd here, completely inconspicuous.
Chu Xun's eyes were steady, yet hiding a trace of doubt.
In a place like the Capital City, with such clear killing intent, how did they dare?
It was simply equivalent to openly assassinating a Rank 2 high official, weren't they afraid of having their entire families executed?
Soon, these people arrived outside the residence of the Minister of Revenue.
The guards and martial artist death warriors had already noticed and were on high alert.
The two sides had already fought a battle; eting again, they were like fire and water.
Perhaps knowing that today's battle boded ill rather than well, two Rank 1 martial artists with graying temples also walked out from the wing rooms.
The burly bald man on the wall let out a sound like muffled thunder, "Finally stopped being turtles hiding in your shells."
The other few people followed him and jumped down from the wall, walking forward.
There was no unnecessary nonsense; they struck to kill upon eting.
Although the two Rank 1 martial artists holding the line were formidable, two fists were no match for four hands, and they soon fell into a disadvantage.
Standing on the willow tree, Chu Xun silently figured out the strength of martial artists at this rank through the water vapor.
They were more than a notch stronger than Song Jingmin.
But they could also be killed.
The man who looked like a long-ard ape spun two scimitars, each about a ter long, in his hands like wheels.
Combining the twin sabers, he repelled the opponent in front of him and smiled hideously, "Nothing more than this."
The repelled martial artist bled from the corner of his mouth. Although there were no external injuries, at this realm, they relied on internal force penetrating the body, striking the cow across the mountain.
He had already suffered no light internal injuries and said in a muffled voice, "Assassinating Lord Minister, aren't you afraid of death!"
The long-ard man didn't answer the question, the hideous expression on his face becoming even more twisted. He only wanted to kill.
Kill people as formidable as himself!
But the one in front of him was inferior to him.
Trash!
Just at this mont, the long-ard man's arm swinging the saber suddenly stopped.
Looking in astonishnt, he saw several water ropes had entangled it at so unknown ti.
Before he could speak, another water rope strangled his neck, and dozens of water cones stabbed fiercely towards his eyes, nose, mouth, heart, and crotch.
"What is this!" The ape-like man's face was filled with horror. He spun the scimitar in his palm and slashed towards the water ropes.
The seemingly fragile water ropes possessed extraordinary toughness.
Even if they were slashed open, they still firmly bound his body.
Drawing a sword to cut water, the water flows more; mortal sabers could not cut through this toughness.
The water ropes continuously tightened, strangling him until he couldn't breathe.
Although the vitality of a Rank 1 martial artist was powerful, it was still the sa saying, they would also die.
The water cones stabbed his body, clinking and clanging, shaking his whole body violently.
Seemingly unable to injure him, but in reality, he was shaken to the point of almost vomiting blood.
The long-ard man subconsciously wanted to call for help, but glancing out of the corner of his eye, he was horrified to see that the others were also in the sa situation.
All bound by water ropes, with countless water cones stabbing at them.
The slower they died, the more uncomfortable it was.
The dirt beneath their feet suddenly beca incomparably soft.
Like sinking into quicksand, they continuously sank.
If the water cones couldn't kill them, then they might as well be buried alive.
Such miraculous thods made the guards and death warrior martial artists of the Minister's residence look on in inexplicable terror. They couldn't help but look around, but saw nothing.
Watching as the assassins were already buried halfway.
Tang Shijun frowned as he watched from inside the room. It seed that having soone help was actually not a good thing.
Seeing that the attacking assassins were all bound and unable to break free.
He shook his head, walked out of the room, cupped his hands, and said, "I don't know which expert is here, but please stop."
Chu Xun on the willow tree was stunned. Stop?
The guards and the two Rank 1 martial artists who followed him out were all puzzled. Stopping at this ti, wasn't that the benevolence of a woman?
When Lord Tang was asuring land properties and clearing household registers, he had killed quite a few officials and local powerful figures who refused to cooperate, dead or alive.
At that ti, Tang Shijun didn't even blink an eye.
Now facing life and death, why did he retreat instead?
Chu Xun didn't know what Tang Shijun wanted to do, but since he said so, there must be a reason.
After a slight thought, he leaped down from the willow tree and arrived behind the house in two or three steps.
His spell for controlling the soil of heaven and earth was becoming increasingly proficient. His whole person blended into the wall and easily passed through.
Before Tang Shijun's cupped hands were lowered, he saw the water stains on the ground rapidly recede, leaving two mud words, "Enter the room."
Tang Shijun couldn't help but sigh with emotion; indeed an otherworldly expert.
This thod of driving water formlessly, he had never even heard of it.
Seeing the mud words dissipate, Tang Shijun turned to the guards and said, "Wait here, without my order, you are not allowed to enter."
The guards also saw the mud words on the ground, knowing an expert was here, and hurriedly complied.
Turning to look at the group of experts bound by water ropes and trapped in the mud, they couldn't help but feel a bit more relaxed in their hearts.
"A strange person taking action to help, indeed Lord Tang's life is not ant to end!"
If not for fear of acting without authorization and displeasing the expert, they would have wanted to take the opportunity to directly slaughter these assassins.
The heavy casualties on their side the previous night were all the handiwork of these thieves!
Tang Shijun entered the room and closed the door, and imdiately saw a white-haired old man standing by the desk, admiring his calligraphy and paintings by the candlelight.
Tang Shijun walked over, cupped his hands, and bowed, "May I ask the expert's surna and na, and where you co from?"
Chu Xun's gaze shifted from the calligraphy and paintings to Tang Shijun.
Since being transferred from Fenggu City to Mingxiu Prefecture, the two had never t again, only occasionally exchanging letters.
Most of the ti, it was Huan'er passing ssages between them.
eting today, he was already full of white hair, in his twilight years.
Strangely, there was no sense of unfamiliarity.
Chu Xun smiled faintly and cupped his hands,
"Lord Tang, trust you have been well since we last t."
[End of Chapter]
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