The Human Emperor

Driving, outside the carriage, Xu Keyi was solemn, a twitching rope, quickly changed direction, driving the carriage towards the other direction.

Drunk Moon Building!

Among the Beijing teachers, this pub is not very famous. At least it is not comparable to Wang Chong's Taibai Tower, nor is it comparable to Yao's Guanghe Tower. It can only be considered moderate. However, the Drunken Moon Building attracted many of the Beijing master's literary mosquitoes with its freshness and elegance, and even some ministers from the Dynasty would visit occasionally, take a few drinks, enjoy poetry and even leave a true story.

“Bong Lung Lung! ”

A gorgeous wagon of gold and silver parked in front of the drunken moon building in a deafening sound.

A squeak, the car door opened, Wang Chuncheng's sleeve brushed gently, fell from the inside and walked out generously. And in front of the drunken moon building, a figure and a half bowed and waited early.

“Are you sure? ”

Wang slammed his hands and looked up at the big plaque of black gold paint on the drunken moon tower.

“Go back to your lord, there is no doubt. I did it myself! There won't be half a leak! ”

The eagle said with all due respect.

Since the last time someone was sent to follow the mysterious little man at the gates of the city, the eagle learned a lot of lessons and cautioned. The personnel dispatched are of the highest calibre, sometimes even on their own. This time the goal is very important and the eagle dares not be careless at all.

“Mmm!”

Wang nodded and quickly retracted his eyes.

In front of the Drunk Moon Tower, the water maroon is filled with roller coasters and light cars, which are some of the favorite tools for gentlemen's literary travellers to travel on weekdays.

- Looks like this is a typical Confucian party.

Wang Chuncheng's sleeve brushed gently, not saying anything, quickly walked towards the inside.

“My lord, my lord, hey, I'm so embarrassed that the shop is full. Please come back! ”

Wang Chung hasn't walked in yet. In the drunken moon building, a small page hurried up and nodded his waist, trying to stop Wang from rushing in. However, when the wind swept, Wang Chung had rubbed his shoulders past him, crossed the door and entered the drunken moon building.

The paperman stopped at once, but when he tried to stop and catch up again...

“Pā!”

Behind him, two bags of silver threw away, one at the counter, one in the second hand, at the same time, the light flashed, the body of Eagle Kui had stopped in front of the second:

“My lord will not occupy your place or disturb your business, please step aside! ”

The eagle opened his mouth and lit up the dragon token in his hand.

“Exotic, exotic king! ”

Although the eagle harvested quickly, the small paperman's eyes recognized it at first glance, his face flashed with a hint of awe and quickly retreated to the side.

……

Wang Chung ignored the movement behind him at this time and gave everything to the eagle. Wang Chung followed the spiral wooden staircase and went all the way to the second floor.

“Bang!”

When Wang slammed one foot onto the second floor of the instant, a strange feeling surged into his heart. Wang Zhong Dingqing looked, only the second floor was full of tall friends, his head buoyed, and countless Hongju men gathered here. These Confucius, the Hongdu, and the young men, each with high moral standing and deep learning, they did nothing but sit there on their knees, motionless, and it made people feel an intense volumes of literature.

Apparently, they are all famous figures from the Confucian family.

Weirdly, however, “April 8th, Buddha's Birthday”, the whole Beijing master has a lively and lively atmosphere, countless gentlemen will meet in such a pub, the atmosphere is lively. But Wang rushed up to the second floor of the Drunk Moon Tower and couldn't hear a single noise. Otherwise, contrary to the joyful and peaceful atmosphere outside, the atmosphere in the drunken moon building is sombre and solemn.

All these Confucian Confucius, one torso, sitting on his back, all looking in one direction, even when Wang Shou appeared, they didn't move a bit, as if they didn't see Wang Shou at all.

“Hmm?”

Wang shook his eyebrows and suddenly there was an unspeakable feeling in his heart, as if he had broken into some solemn ceremony. Ding, also at this time, a crisp metal sound came into his mind, Wang shook his head and followed the sound of the metal, and also followed the eyes of all Confucians, just in the center of the second floor, Wang Shong saw a deliberately empty square blank area.

In this blank area, a young man dressed in a black robe, hunting with large sleeves, is dancing in the blank area. His sword dance is fast and slow, relaxed but not strenuous, spilled without solemnity, the sword has a certain divine and heavy taste, seems to contain some hope and promise!

Wang Chong also spent more than a decade in the Beijing master. He has heard a lot about it. He is a third-class teacher. Whatever it is, he is involved in hunting and listening to it. But this sword dance has never been seen before.

“What a tall cultivation! ”

The man had been dancing his sword against Wang Chong's back, but Wang Chong clearly noted that when he danced, he had been suspended for more than 90% of the time, and his toes were a line away from the ground. Although it is only a narrow line, it is by no means easy to do so. I'm afraid not even the strong in the Imperial Martial Realm, or even the average Holy Martial Realm, can do it.

Millions of miles!

Shuā

Just as Wang Chung looked at the past, the sword dancer finally turned around. At that moment, Wang Chung clearly looked at it. The man was wearing a white mask on his face. The mask had no eyebrows, not even his mouth. He left only two caves where his eyes were. The cave was a sharp pair of eyes.

When Wang Chung appeared at the stairwell on the second floor, the person's eyes clearly passed a slight discoloration, but only for a moment, the person returned to normal and continued to dance.

“Interesting. ”

The fluctuating eyes of the man, Wang Chung clearly looked at it, but only for a moment, Wang Chung turned his head and looked in the other direction. His eyes swept away in a hurry in the lobby on the second floor. Wang Chung's eyes quickly fell on the crowd, a young man in white, aged 26-7, with an elegant temperament.

Unlike other people, the handsome young man sat there, motionless, but naturally revealed a leadership, in a group of Confucius, Hongju, like a crane standing a chicken group.

When Wang Chong saw him, the white Confucian similarly noticed Wang Chong. Wang showered a smile, crossed the hall and walked straight past, sitting opposite the white Confucian.

“We finally meet! ”

Wang Zhong carefully gauged the handsome white Confucian across the street and suddenly said.

Had I not known, who would have known, this white Confucian who does not appear to have any martial arts in front of him, is actually the one who hid behind it, manipulated everything, can simultaneously mobilize the teacher, Qi Wang, Li Linfu, the Great Prince for his use, and redeployed himself from Horoshan, depriving the mastermind of military power.

“Worthy of being an exotic king, he knew me so quickly. ”

White Confucian smiled slightly, looked at Wang Chung in front of him, the color was calm, did not seem slightly surprised.

“Oh, so should I call you Li Junshan or Li Junshan? ”

His eyes removed from the Confucian white clothes and landed on the other scholar next to him, the spandex towel, and then retrieved it.

The scholar sitting next to him was Wang Chong who followed the City Defense Department to see Li Junshan behind the wooden door.

“Oh, the exotic king is as wise as a torch, I knew you would find me. May I ask, where exactly am I showing my blossoms? ”

White Confucianism with the charm of a leader. As he spoke, he picked up the glass on the table and gently sipped it.

“You are too impetuous and greedy. You should not interfere in Zhang Shouzhi's affairs. ”

Wang Chung said indifferently.

The last time I borrowed the strength of the Urban Defense Department, although in the end, all 30 Confucianism were not what Wang Chong was looking for, but Wang Chong was not nothing. At least one thing can be confirmed that the person you are looking for must be among the Confucianists. The only thing that is unfortunate is that the Urban Defense Department's actions on such a large scale inevitably shook each other up, so much so that the other used certain means, Li Daitao was stiff, Raccoon changed prince, and hid his identity.

Normally, if the other party doesn't make new moves, Wang Chong will probably take a long time to find the other party, but as Wang Chong said, the other party is still too impatient and greedy.

With regard to Zhang Shouzhan, Wang Shouzhan had about 80% of the certainty. The Confucian family would do things on it and use this wave of opportunity to deal with the soldier. Therefore, Wang Shouzhan had arranged for Eagle to place people at Qi Wang, the old lady and Li Linfu beforehand. Even the great prince in the palace, Wang Shou had resorted to the power of Li Heng and Li Jingzhong, and placed eyeliner and tight cloth control.

In Wang Chong's plan, the other party has a great chance of doing it, and once he does, Wang Chong will grasp the other party with great certainty, because Zhang Shouyan's status is too high. And in order to deal with this Datang No. 2 power figure, the other party can't just send some small ones, but it is necessary to show up in person.

- Teachers, Qi Wang and other leaders of Datang, especially the proud Qi Wang, are unlikely to meet ordinary people with unequal identities.

This is the best opportunity to deal with Confucianism and find the mastermind behind it. However, Wang Chong still has no certainty, because as long as the other party is not hooked, these arrangements of Wang Chong are meaningless, but unfortunately, the other party still can't calm down!

“Indeed it is! So I've been exposed since the moment I impeached Zhang Shouzhi, right? ”

White Confucianism is pale, without a slight bump in the face, and seems to have been anticipated long ago.

“Here!”

Also at this time, a voice suddenly came from his ear, and Wang shook his head and saw a young gentleman with a tray.

Bending down, the young gentleman first flushed a glass of chopsticks for Wang, lifted the wine bottle on the table, filled Wang with water, and then removed a black hairband from the wooden tray and placed it beside him.

When he saw the hair band, Wang Chung frowned slightly:

“What is this?”

The young gentleman, however, did not explain it and, after putting everything in place, quickly turned away.

Wang Zheng wrinkled his eyebrows darkly and was confused. However, the next moment Wang Zheng glanced and noticed a detail clearly. Throughout the second floor of the Drunken Moon Building, all Confucianism, including Confucianism in white across the street, are wearing different robes, but they are not wearing black hair bands with the same head.