Qiao Gongliang, who was still in chains, turned around and smiled at me before leaving.

I don’t know why, but Qiao Gongliang’s smile made me sigh for a long time.

Qiao Gongliang deserves to be regarded as a hero. His methods and calculations are all outstanding. Putting aside other factors, if we were to have a duel again, I might not be his opponent.

However, such a person could not bring back the corpses of his ancestors from Confucianism in life. Even in death, he could not escape the fate of being used as a pawn.

Can man conquer heaven?

How many people in this world can deal with God?

So what if Ye Yang and I break through the realm of metamorphosis? Metamorphosis does not mean that we can win every battle. We may fall into the hands of others at some point, and the other party may even be an opponent with a lower realm than us.

Qiao Gongliang was defeated!

Although he was unwilling to lose, he also had endless regrets. He did not blame anyone but others. He had the consciousness of a Jianghu man. No matter whether he lost due to luck or strength, the result was already determined. Why bother before leaving?

Leave that period of crying behind.

Qiao Gongliang left, and Xia Mengying said goodbye to me and left the Two Realms Hall not long after. I specifically asked Feng Ruoxing and Wang Tufu to contact Xia Mengying more. It would be best to keep this line. Maybe I will go to Confucianism in the future.

When the time comes, you can also borrow Xia Mengying's power.

Butcher Wang told me: You should keep in touch with her yourself. It is easier for men and women to communicate.

I objected on the spot: I haven’t had enough of the women here in Liang Jie Tang? I have a tendency to self-abuse, right? Drag another girl into Liang Jie Tang and collude with you, and then beat me up if nothing happens? No, absolutely not.

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Butcher Wang looked at me with strange eyes for a long time, which made me feel very nervous.

During that time, Feng Ruoxing and the others looked at me a little strangely. I didn't know what they were thinking.

Of course, that's a story later. The first thing I did after returning was to count the spoils of war.

Qiao Gongliang's coffin was cut open by me directly. I was too lazy to study the coffin door. The treasure inside the coffin was what I wanted.

Most of the corpse in the coffin has been dissolved, but the long sword in the corpse's hand is intact. The second half of the long sword is no different from an ordinary long sword, but there is a bit of damage about a foot close to the tip of the sword.

Curved, it looks like a flame drawn from hell.

Cold flame!

As its name suggests, the sword has the coldness of hell, but it has the heat to burn everything.

I threw Leng Yan to Ye Yang: "Take it and play with it! This is a soft sword, just for you to use. It saves you from spending money on sword fighting, and burying the sword like a wife every time

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Ye Yang took it with a look of disgust: "A real swordsman doesn't use famous swords."

"Don't take it!" Just as I was about to reach out and grab it, Ye Yang wrapped Leng Yan around his waist and sat down expressionlessly.

Haha, this scumbag!

At first glance, he looks like someone who won't admit it even if he pulls up his pants.

I'm too lazy to argue with him.

I picked up the art of war I brought out from the tomb again: "Old Liu, why can't I understand this thing? It doesn't look like the art of war."

Old Liu picked it up and flipped through a few pages: "This book is probably not written by a military disciple. It seems to be written by a Confucian sorcerer. However, if such a thing is used well, it may be worth thousands of troops."

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I looked at Old Liu hopefully: "Can you use it?"

To be honest, among us, the only one who has some connection with Confucianism is Lao Liu himself. Most of the masters of his time read the books of sages. Not many people received Western education.

Old Liu shook his head and said: "I am not a Confucian disciple, so I can't use this military book."

"Isn't this useless?" I couldn't help but frown.

The "chicken ribs" I got from these few business trips can be put together to make soup. The two clappers and two pieces of ghost armor from the Chen family are still gathering dust in the warehouse! Here comes another book.

I threw the book to Old Liu in a lack of interest: "When you have time, make a wooden box, put the book up, and see if there is a chance to sell it in the future. You all should rest! You have been working hard for these few days, so let's get some sleep."

That’s the real thing.”

I went back to the house and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was woken up by Old Liu. He said, "Shang Xingyan is here."

When I arrived at the living room, I saw that Shang Xingyan was kneeling there waiting for me: "What are you doing?"

Shang Xingyan didn't dare to raise his head: "Master Li, I'm here to apologize. It's my fault that I failed to spread the news this time and put Master Li in danger."

"Get up! It's no big deal!" I helped Shang Xingyan up: "Sit down and have a cup of tea."

Shang Xingyan knelt down again on the spot: "Master Li, give me another chance. This time I was really watched too closely, so I didn't have the chance to send you a message!"

I was stunned: "What's wrong with you? I didn't even take it seriously, and you got up on your knees."

Old Liu waved his fan and said with a smile: "Old Shang! Our two worlds don't want to talk about the truth but talk about other things. My lord said I don't blame you, but I don't blame you."

Shang Xingyan didn't dare to get up. He looked at me without blinking, waiting to see what I meant.

I walked over and helped him up: "Lao Shang, you were right not to send the message. The real secret agent is not to report every detail, but to protect yourself first. Without orders,

All you have to do is protect yourself and get promoted as much as possible. Do you understand?"

"I understand, thank you, Mr. Li!" Shang Xingyan breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!