The strongest nine thousand years old

Chapter 183 It’s really high

In order to capture Mr. Xie, Chen Dong made sufficient preparations, and all warriors above the fifth rank among the Jinyiwei were called over.

He didn't want to use these warriors to surround and kill Mr. Xie, as long as he could hold him back. And he could suddenly shoot from behind to let Mr. Xie know the power of hot weapons in the 21st century.

However, when Chen Dong led the team to General Xie's mansion, neither Mr. Xie nor General Xie was there.

According to the servants, the two men went out early in the morning and their whereabouts were unknown.

"Could it be that he ran away early because I discovered his identity and knew I was coming to stop him?" Chen Dong thought to himself.

Partridge and his men searched the mansion, but found no kerosene. The entire mansion was spotless.

Partridge was puzzled and asked, "That's strange, aren't they in the same group?"

Chen Dong frowned and said, "When disaster strikes, everyone flees and no one cares about anyone else."

In order to prevent someone from receiving the news in advance and escaping, Chen Dong arranged spies outside each house. The other six houses were caught smoothly, but only here, two fish slipped through the net, and they were the two biggest fish.

Partridge smacked his lips and said, "Now I feel that those six unlucky guys were pushed out as scapegoats."

scapegoat!

Chen Dong suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "Not good! Go!"

Chen Dong asked Partridge to clean up the mess, and he took the warriors above the fifth rank and went straight to the palace.

"It's not too late, it must be not too late." Chen Dong prayed silently in his heart.

Because of his anxiety, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and his body was soaked with sweat.

Although the other Jinyiwei did not know what was going on, two warriors with more mysterious body movements rushed forward to clear the way for Chen Dong.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, everyone!"

"Jinyiwei is investigating the case, please get out of the way!"

The crowd on the street was dispersed, and Chen Dong ran to the gate of the palace in just an incense stick of time.

When he rushed to the gate of the palace, Chen Dong took a few deep breaths and asked carefully, "Is there anyone here to see His Majesty?"

The guard in front of the palace gate did not hesitate and said directly: "About half an hour ago, General Xie brought an old man into the palace. I heard that he was a great scholar from the East China Sea."

Chen Dong cursed in his heart, "That damn great scholar must be Xie Laogui!"

His face turned pale and he led his men straight to Yan Yunzheng's bedroom.

At this moment, the Jinyiwei behind him also realized something. They all looked solemn and quietly pressed the hilts of their swords. A murderous aura flowed through this elite army.

"dong dong dong"

Chen Dong's heart was pounding and his eyes twitched subconsciously. He saw that it was quiet outside the bedroom, without a single person, like a silent cemetery.

In an instant, his face changed and was filled with unspeakable fear and intense anger.

"I deserve to die. I actually fell into Xie Laogui's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain!" Chen Dong felt annoyed and his eyes were bloodshot.

If something really happened to Yan Yunzheng, he would kill Old Ghost Xie even if he had to go to the ends of the earth!

"Your Majesty!" Chen Dong shouted and rushed into the bedroom with a ferocious and terrifying face.

However, when he saw the situation clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and the expression on his face was particularly wonderful.

…………

Half an hour ago, General Xie and Mr. Xie entered the palace together.

After entering the palace, the two went to Yan Yunzheng's bedroom to ask for a meeting.

At that time, there was no one outside the palace.

Although the two Xies felt strange, the target was within reach and they had no choice but to retreat, so they pushed the door open and walked in.

But he never thought that Yan Yunzheng was playing chess with an old man. That old man was the old sweeper who had met Chen Dong twice.

As soon as he saw him, Mr. Xie's face immediately showed anger, worry, frustration...all kinds of emotions.

The old man sweeping the floor just sat there, like an unreachable mountain, making Mr. Xie feel inexplicable pressure.

Old Xie was already a second-rank warrior, but he was still not good enough in front of this old man sweeping the floor. Just the kind of ethereal and detached demeanor, the unity of man and nature, was a height that Old Xie could never reach in his lifetime.

"You shouldn't be here." Mr. Xie said gritting his teeth.

The old man sweeping the floor smiled calmly, "My last name is Yan, if not here, where else would I be?"

"Eighteen years ago, you should have died!" Old Xie suddenly roared loudly, his voice full of anger and a hint of grievance.

The old man sweeping the floor sighed leisurely, put down the chess piece in his hand, and looked directly at Mr. Xie.

"It was my fault back then, but the country is about to fall apart. I can't bear to see the people of Dayan become spoils of war for foreign races!"

Yan Yunzheng suddenly widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Is the ancestor the mysterious person from eighteen years ago?"

"Eighteen years ago, the Northern Barbarians raided Great Yan and reached the outskirts of Yanjing. Suddenly, a mysterious man appeared and broke through the Northern Barbarians' army formation, killing three first-rank warriors and more than ten second-rank warriors, and escaped unscathed!"

"At that time, the mysterious man drew a line on the ground and said that anyone who crossed the line would die! The Northern Barbarians withdrew their troops."

"Old Ancestor, please accept the greetings of this ignorant junior!"

Yan Yunzheng was about to kneel down to the old man sweeping the floor, but he pulled with both hands, and an invisible force held Yan Yunzheng's knees, preventing her from kneeling.

The old man sweeping the floor said calmly, "You are the emperor of Dayan. No one in the world is worthy of you kneeling. Not even the gods and ghosts in heaven and earth, or your ancestors, are worthy of you kneeling."

"Junior, please accept my instruction." Yan Yunzheng said respectfully.

General Xie gritted his teeth. Yan Yunzheng was right in front of him. As long as he took out his knife, he could kill him with his own hands and teach him the ways of the philosophers!

His strong murderous intent made him ignore the identity of the old man sweeping the floor, and he also held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Within three steps, the opponent had no time to stop him!

With murderous intent aroused, General Xie drew his sword and slashed at Yan Yunzheng. The sharp blade reflected Yan Yunzheng's calm face.

General Xie's face was as gloomy as water.

His knife was blocked by the old man sweeping the floor!

boom!

A strong energy burst out, and General Xie was thrown out with his sword. His back hit the wall heavily. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and a tragic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the end, he still lost.

Luck cannot defeat fate.

So close, yet so far away!

General Xie's eyes dimmed and he died.

His internal organs had been shattered by the powerful energy of the old man sweeping the floor!

"I haven't seen you for eighteen years, and you've actually taken that step." Old Xie's face had an inexplicable feeling of relief and resentment.

"If your mind is calm, everything will come naturally. If your mind is not calm, it will be difficult to make any progress." The old man sweeping the floor said calmly.

"Sit down, play a game of chess with me, and concentrate."

After a pause, he sighed with regret and called the other party, "Junior Brother."

Yan Yunzheng was very considerate and cleared the chessboard for both sides, then stood next to the old man sweeping the floor with his hands hanging down.

Mr. Xie sat in front of the old man sweeping the floor without saying a word, with a very complicated expression on his face.

Calm your mind!

How can he be quiet?

The hope of preaching was placed on him. He carried the mission of a lifetime and it bent his back. He could only lower his head and look silently at the road under his feet, with no time to pay attention to the scenery around him.

If you gain something, you must lose something.

This was the scene Chen Dong saw when he came in.

The silence is picturesque, yet it carries a hint of indescribable heaviness.