The special plane was slowly landing towards Seoul Airport. On the plane, facing Liu Dacheng who was chatting endlessly, Taoist Changming was a little amused and crying.

A few days ago, he took down an old face and went around to ask for help, to save the life of his closed disciple;

In a blink of an eye, it turned out that someone else came to the door in the middle of the night to ask for a meeting. Even the special plane was ready, begging him to fly to Goguryeo quickly and ensure that he must save the life of the Goguryeo royal family in front of his closed disciple.

Although the feng shui is changing, the offensive and defensive momentum is too fast, and even Taoist Changming is a little unable to react.

However, human favors are relative. Since Taoist Changming, who was begging others for favors, now that others beg for them, Taoist Changming cannot give up on them and turn against others.

You know, it is the first time that the Beidou was dispatched because of personal grudges in Chiqi. Even the leaders of the country have not treated this way, and this favor is really great.

Liu Dacheng is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Chiqi. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is the department with the most deputy ministers among all government departments of Chiqi (one deputy minister corresponds to one to several countries' diplomatic work, depending on the importance of these countries). His deputy minister is not very valuable.

Usually, Goguryeo is the leader of the Red Banner. Most of the work he has to do is to pass on a message or something. The work is very leisurely. Liu Dacheng often feels that he has not been able to show his talents and feels a bit unsuccessful.

This time when something big happened to Goguryeo, he had to invite the ancestor Changming, the ancestor, to board the special plane together - he wanted to show his skills. The problem is that he couldn't use his strength in this matter! If he went to find the sword saint himself and asked him to stop and get out, it might not be certain that others would cut him off.

Although Liu Dacheng's surname is Liu, he is not a descendant of the bloodline of Taoist Changming. However, if he counts it around the bush, he can also be regarded as the disciple of Taoist Changming - he graduated from Beijing University and his mentor is a student of Taoist Changming.

This trip is really important. Although he knew that this ancestor was already tired of hearing it, he had to emphasize it repeatedly to the ancestor again and again. When he arrived at the place and saw the "uncle" he said nothing, he had no use to speak, and he had to rely on the ancestor. If this did not show that the great relationship caused the ancestor to lose the chain, it would probably not only him, but also the alliance system of the Asian Community would be in big trouble.

You know, that "Uncle Master" has been in a state of uproar in Goguryeo, and if it doesn't end, it will really be impossible to stop it. Killing the entire Cui family can barely be said to be a private revenge, but if all the Goguryeo royal family is killed, even the Red Flag will not be able to deal with it.

No matter what national system Goguryeo is, it is also a member of the AFC. In name, the AFC has equal and mutual assistance relations. If even the entire national leadership (in Goguryeo, the national leadership is the Goguryeo royal family) is killed and the Red Flag is ignored, the AFC's allies system will not be maintained.

Therefore, along the way, Liu Dacheng kept talking about the great relationship to the ancestor. It was not that he talked a lot, but that it was really important. It was necessary to let the ancestor try hard to convince the sword saint uncle who was furious.

In short, no matter what, the sword saint cannot be killed anymore - if he continues to kill like this, even the alliance order of the Asian Community will collapse.

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After killing the remnants of the Cui family, Yau So-won He felt relieved. The main purpose of coming to Goguryeo was to complete it. The rest was to kill a fish that missed the net, and the vase Li Yuanzhu was done. Anyway, the one-month period agreed with his family was still early, so he was not in a hurry to rush to the Goguryeo Palace in Seoul to kill people.

Walking on the streets of Pyongyang, the scene here is completely different from that of Seoul. If Seoul is the commercial and financial center of Goguryeo, it is the core city of heavy industry in Goguryeo.

Most of the pedestrians who come and go on the road are dressed in solemn styles, and most of the cars that come and go on the street are owned by Goguryeo. Even the goods displayed in the windows of the roadside shops seem to be monochromatic, and there are few colorful and complex colors.

After the 4th century AD, Goguryeo, a Chinese ethnic minority originating in Jilin, emerged in the Yalu River Basin, annexed tribes and four Han counties in the north, and then slowly expanded. By the 6th century AD, it finally annexed Baekje and Silla, unifying the entire Korean Peninsula.

When Goguryeo was at its peak, it attempted to go south to attack the Celestial Empire and march into the Central Plains to fight for the world.

This was a hornet's nest. First, it was conquered by the Sui Dynasty three times, and then the Tang Dynasty continued to attack. In the end, Goguryeo, which only owned the peninsula, could not resist the endless attacks from the Celestial Empire, and had to officially declare surrender to the Celestial Empire, and since then it became the traditional vassal state of the Celestial Empire.

Of course, this history only takes place in this world, which is completely different from the history of North Korea in Yagyu-moto and his previous lives.

Yagyu Motoka walked on the street, looking around curiously. Even in Japan, he rarely had time to go shopping so leisurely, let alone now he was still in a foreign country.

The week he lurked in the Cui family's ancestral home made him know that sometimes leaving some time for the enemy can increase invisible pressure and let the enemy lose their own way. Therefore, he really is not in a hurry to go to Seoul at all.

"Hey! The guy in front, will we pay if you have time?" A girl's voice came from behind.

The Goguryeo language in this world mainly evolved from the local languages ​​in the northeast of the Celestial Empire. Especially in the past few decades, Chiqi has promoted Mandarin. In order to further get closer to the sect-minded country, Goguryeo also included Mandarin in the elective textbooks for primary and secondary schools, which even made the Goguryeo language close to assimilation with Mandarin.

"?" Yagyu Motowa, Unexpectedly, turned around. Behind Yagyu Motowa, there were five women, two men, seven young boys and girls, holding various photography equipment, and walking over panting.

Seeing Yayoi Motoka, the girl with a round face lit up when she saw the girl who turned around, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly felt enthusiastic when she spoke.

"Wow! You are so handsome! We are all students of Qiuxi Art Academy. One of the homework in our summer homework is short film shooting. Can you please help me? We will pay you."

"Oh, what do you want me to do?" Yagyu Motoka said unanimously. Now he doesn't care about doing something and passing the time.

"Ah? Are you not a Goguryeo? Are you a Red Banner?" Although the Goguryeo dialect is almost the same as the Red Banner language, you can still hear the difference in pronunciation - there are countless dialects inside the Red Banner.

“——It’s right.”

"How old are you? Are you here to go to Goguryeo this time alone?" Everyone walked towards the park not far away, and a girl with a round face asked with interest.

"Yes, I came alone this time, I'm eighteen years old this year." Yagyu Motohiro took something like an umbrella without a handle, and picked up two heavy tripods in his other hand. While following everyone, he dealt with it in one sentence.

"So you're younger than us! Come on, call me sister and listen!"

"no!"

"Haha, the handsome guy is quite tough."

"By the way, are you in high school?"

"No, I graduated from a PhD."

"Hahahaha, you are so humorous! I really envy you for being able to travel alone at such a young age. I am in my third year of college and want to go out for a trip with my friends, but my dad doesn't give you any money."

"I make money myself."

"Ah? How did you make money?"

“I have a patent share.”

“———”

"You still carry a knife when you go out for a trip? Can you pass the customs? Are you a cosplayer?"

"I came here to smuggle. This is a real knife, the kind that can be used to cut people."

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect you to be quite good at playing! OK OK, right here, just here, just in this open space. Please help set up a tent, we're going to change clothes inside. Can you help you play a supporting role later?"

Song Zhenzhu has a good impression of this handsome guy who is full of words running a train. Although she doesn’t tell the truth, she is not wary of her when she is traveling outside and facing a group of strangers alone?

He just carried the things he gave them, without any sign of being too heavy.

As a stranger who temporarily brought him help, he started helping with work without asking how much he had to pay him. What else can he ask for such a person? The most important thing is to be handsome, which is the fundamental reason.

According to the plan, the short film they are going to shoot today is a costume dance to configure a video for music MTV. Of course, Song Zhenzhu would not just invite a passerby to be the starring actor. However, since this passerby is handsome enough, it can be considered a three-point color to the work as a setback.

"Well, this--ok."

On the other corner of the park lawn, a man looked here with his mouth wide open, not knowing that the ice cream he had sent to his mouth had fallen to the ground.

Last night, after Yayoi So-moto and the mountain slashed the last base of the Cui family, they lost their traces. The investigators also lost their tracking targets. However, they did not receive any reports from Yayoi So-moto and appearing elsewhere, so they could not withdraw them.

Quan Zhuxin went to Pyongyang for public travel under the name of searching for Yayoi Won and his whereabouts. Anyway, the swordsman has lost his trace, so where isn’t he looking for it? Of course, he has to go to a place he wants to go.

He actually found it.

The question is what the sword saint is doing? Holding a reflector high, reflecting light for a little girl photographer?

I'll go, these young people are really brave and dare to use this god and demon who kills this slaughtering god and demon like this?

Quan Zhuxin immediately took out his cell phone and started dialing. It was a great achievement for him to find the sword saint.

"Hey, hey? Hey! What are you doing? Quan Zhuxin! Are you full and you can't make a sound when you call?" The superior's dissatisfied scolding came from the phone, but Quan Zhuxin's whole body was like falling from the ice cave, and he closed his mouth tightly and did not dare to make any sound.

In the distance, the sword saint holding a reflector in his hand was looking at him coldly.

"Hey, hey, handsome guy, don't be distracted? I said, do you really know how to dance with a Japanese sword?" Song Zhenzhu completed a shooting, walked over and patted Yuki Motoka on the shoulder and asked. These dances have been rehearsed for a long time. Today, she just found a green tree-covered environment to shoot, and it didn't take much time.

"Hmph, even if my swordsmanship is not the best in the world, I will definitely be ranked among the top three in the world!" Yayoi Moto and said with a cool look on his face, as if they were talking about something very ordinary in their tone, but the content in the words made the bulls so loud.

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Today, I was mingling with these young people to brag and spank, which surprised Yagyu Moto.

After destroying the Cui family, he found that his unfairness had almost vented. For others, it was of course a good thing to vent his anger, but it was not for Yagyu Moto-he.

Without the support of the rage in my chest, relying on Lailani's life fluctuations, the ability to fight against the infestation of heaven and earth was immediately defeated back to its original form.

The original Ferrari changed back to an electric bike, but although it was still much better than a bicycle, the feeling was not very good.

Just now, when chatting with these young people and bragging (well, at least others think he is bragging), Yagyu Motoha felt some emotional fluctuations quite rarely. This is an emotional fluctuation that is completely different from anger and desire. It is a complete, relaxed and pleasant feeling, which makes him very comfortable!

Today's encounter gave him a new idea about how he would fight against the influx of heaven and earth in the next step.

At such a happy moment, he didn't want to be disturbed by others.

If that guy hadn't shut up in time just now, Yagyu Tomokazu wouldn't care about one more life under his command.

"Tsk, the invincible Great Sword Saint in the world, can you ask the old man to perform a sword technique to open our eyes?

Now, our homework will be posted online at the end. If your swordsmanship is really awesome, you will become famous all over the world. At that time, you will be lenient in just a film appointment!"

Well, although no one believed the nonsense of Yayoi Motoka, including dozens of young people watching the shooting on the periphery, everyone started to watch Yayoi Motoka's sword dance. Don't care whether the sword dance is good or not, as long as there is fun, it's enough to watch it.

"Hmph, let me get out of here and let you see what sword technique is!" Yagyu Motohe stretched out his thumb and rubbed his nose under his nose, held his head high and walked to the middle of the venue.

"Come on, the camera is mounted, the music is played, everyone is here to see the sword skills of the handsome guy, hehehe." In the hot summer, a group of young boys and girls laugh and play, as if even the air has a youthful atmosphere.

The music sounded, the flowing water-like guzheng, the whimpering long Xiao, and there were ringing rings mixed in, bringing a coolness to the hot summer.

The next moment, a long sword like snow floated up, just as I turned to the sky, a bright moon suddenly appeared among the shade of green shade, reflected in everyone's eyes and in everyone's heart.

At this moment, the knife wheels that were as empty as the full moon stretched and changed, like a real bright moon coming to the earth, sucking away the heat and heat in the air. A cool feeling under the moon began to spread from the middle of the venue, making everyone around and every pore on their bodies feel comfortable.

The surroundings suddenly became silent, and all kinds of laughter and laughter sounds seemed to be cut off by a knife. The venue was quiet, and only the sword light gently flowed around, covering the entire space.

At this moment, the sword light is like the moon, the sword light is like fog, the sword light is like a river, the sword light is like a tide, and the sword light is as bright as a dark and distorted as a three-dimensional ink and wash scenery evolved out of thin air - the bright moon is in the sky, and the tide is rising and falling!

No one paid attention to the people in the field, and everyone's eyes were trapped in by the dreamy sword light.

Unconsciously, in a place that is not far away, it seems that someone is accompanied by the sword light and the music sings:

The spring tides are connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

The river and sky are all color without dust, and the lonely moon is in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on people?

——I don’t know when, the sword light and the singing went away, leaving only a group of stunned young people, standing in place like stupid geese.
Chapter completed!