Yes, there are all kinds of beauties in the world. If Yang Hao wants, Wu Wa Yueyan, Zheng Wan, Qin Yan, beauties from the East and West, and beauties from foreign lands are all at his fingertips. Even the Yanyan and dolls in Yang Hao's house today are not inferior to her in beauty.

Even the former Empress of the Tang Dynasty, now the female crown of cultivation, is three points more beautiful than her.

However, in Yang Hao's heart, she is unique!

Yes, he said little, but once he said it, it was better than many oaths made to each other. Yes, he did little, but once he did it, it was earth-shattering. So many grievances and grudges have been put aside at this time.

She was far away from home. She didn't dare not leave. If she didn't leave, she might fall into his arms and never want to leave again.

She left. Before she left, her heart was tied to Bianliang. Now that she is gone, her heart is firmly tied to Yang Hao.

"This pest!"

Zhe Ziyu whipped out the whip fiercely, letting out a soft cry of sweetness, sourness, pity and joy in his heart.

Yang Hao sat upright on the horse until Zhe Ziyu's figure flashed across the mountain road, then he raised the riding whip in his hand, and two riders came galloping behind him. The people on the horse looked like a father and son, the older three Fifteen-sixteen, with an ocher-yellow face used to being a small businessman in the northwest, a lean body, and nimble skills. The other one looked to be a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with handsome features and a wide hat on his head. Felt hat with brim.

"Now I have to add one more thing to what I want you to do."

Yang Hao sighed, turned around and said: "Although Ziyu is smart and alert, he is also in her team in Bianliang, and he knows the importance of doing things. But... in the dragon's den, there is danger everywhere. The secret agent of the Imperial City Department of the Song Dynasty Although it’s nothing special, she is a local snake after all. You should take good care of her as much as possible while doing your own thing.”

"Don't worry, uncle, I will take care of sister Ziyu."

The young man patted his small chest and blurted out a clear and sweet female voice.

The middle-aged man on the side raised his eyebrows and reprimanded: "Didn't I tell you that once you change your clothes, you must not use your voice at any time, no matter who is in front of you or behind you, and you must develop a habit?"

The young man stuck out his little tongue playfully. Although he showed no fear, he changed his words obediently and responded in a young voice: "The dog knows it's wrong, and he won't do it next time."

Yang Hao smiled and said gently to the aggressive middle-aged man: "Zhuyun, since you came back dying last time, I don't want you to go through dangers and fires again, but I really can't find anyone else to deal with this big thing. If you are capable of the job, I have to tolerate you for a while."

The yellow-faced man said in a masculine voice: "Your Majesty, you are too polite. Zhuyun has no other talents. He only has the ability to move up and down in height, and to conceal himself and disguise himself. Thanks to the Majesty, Zhuyun is so impressed." I will definitely complete the important tasks assigned by the Taiwei."

"Okay!" Yang Hao nodded: "Hurry up and get on the road. Don't lose her along the way. When you get to Bianliang, you can lurk. I'll give you a full year. Many things can be paved early. In order to complete this shocking act. Once this happens, you will stay in Xiazhou. With your accumulated merits, you will be able to take charge of the Intelligence Agency, and you will never have to personally carry out such dangerous tasks in the future."

"Taiwei, there is a world of difference between the past and the present. Zhuyun is already satisfied. No matter how much you do for the Taiwei, my subordinates will..."

Yang Haodao: "Zhu Yun, you are more than just a subordinate in my heart."

"Ah?" The man's voice trembled slightly, and a clearly identifiable blush climbed onto his ocher cheeks. He stammered: "I...I..."

Yang Hao didn't pay attention at all. He looked in the direction of Bianliang and sighed: "Yu Luo is in Bianliang now. Alas, my eldest sister has already passed the age of marriage, but because of me, even though she can live happily ever after We meet each other, but it is hard for lovers to get married. Zhuyun, in my heart, you are not only my subordinate, in fact, I also treat you as my own sister. I have already delayed one sister, and I don’t want to delay the second one again. Two, not to mention... Uncle Gu is also very anxious. After this mission is over and you settle down, it's time to think about your life-long events."

"Ah..., oh..., Zhuyun... Zhuyun knows, thank you Taiwei for bothering..."

Zhuyun's heart was originally like a deer's, but now she was disappointed, but she felt lost for a while. She answered casually, and unknowingly regained her girl's voice, and her tone was full of resentment.

The dog on the side didn't know how to feel sad, but he laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "Sister Zhuyun said the wrong thing, hahaha, you also used your original voice."

Zhu Yun glared at her, raised his hand and whipped the dog on the horse's buttocks. The dog sat upright with a cry of "Ai ah", and the horse galloped away like an arrow from the string. Zhu Yun turned to Yang

Hao Yi cupped his fists and pretended to be bold and said: "Captain, my subordinates say goodbye!" After saying that, he whipped his backhand, shouted: "Drive!" and chased the dog.

In the back hall of Kaibao Temple in Luzhou, a monk in yellow clothes was practicing martial arts in the hall. He performed this set of palm skills. It was really a burst of Yin thunder, and the strong wind was exhausted. He tucked the monk's clothes into his belt and shouted loudly

, like thunder, a pair of iron palms sent the generals flying, they were really unparalleled and powerful.

There are many round holes on the ground in the hall, and inside there are wooden stakes as high as half a man. The wooden stakes are as thick as a strong man's calf. The wood used is strong and heavy pear wood. Even if it is chopped with a sharp ax, it will not be broken.

Three axes and two axes could break it, but the young monk in yellow slashed it with his palm, and the wooden stake broke immediately, sending sawdust flying all over the sky. His palm movement was so fast that there was no lag at all.

The two red-clothed lamas stood next to the thick pillars in a corner outside the hall, quietly looking at the yellow-clothed lama who was beating and destroying everything in the hall. Then they saw the yellow-clothed monk spinning around like a violent wind.

He ducked to a corner of the hall, exhaled loudly, pushed with his palms, and hit a half-foot-thick stone tablet standing there with a bang.

Such a heavy stone tablet, but if it could be broken with a pair of fleshy palms, the power of the palm would be very amazing. However, after the yellow-clothed monk hit the stone tablet with his palm, the stone tablet did not move at all.

The monk in clothes slowly pumped his palms, stood up and pressed down on his Dantian, when an astonishing scene occurred. The stone tablet that had been stable suddenly collapsed and turned into pieces of rubble, which collapsed on the spot.

An old monk with white eyebrows outside the hall couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. What looked like such a fierce palm hit the equally hard blue stone tablet again. All the force of the palm was actually completely absorbed by the stone tablet.

, without a trace of shaking, this is not only something that can be done with speed, the young monk in this temple has clearly practiced this palm technique to the highest state of yang and femininity, and the extreme of hardness and softness.

"Martial arts idiots are martial arts idiots. At such an age, after practicing this secret skill for just a few years, they actually... have reached such a level." The white-browed monk sighed in admiration, but then forgot about something, and frowned and said: "Handprints

, he just practices the Buddha-nature’s outer-body mind method, guides wisdom, and understands the teachings, but he... seems to be abandoning the original and chasing the last. How can he cultivate the Buddha-nature and the Buddha-mind with such a heavy temper?"

Living Buddha Dacuo smiled slightly, turned around and walked away, saying: "Commander Zongpa, he can understand the teachings from the outside in, but in my opinion, he has great Buddha nature."

In the hall, Bi Su stood there, looking at the shattered stone tablet, and then at his pair of fleshy palms that had gradually become normal from red to thick. In the past few years, he had been living in hatred, and he could only practice madly.

In order to suppress the murderous intention in his heart, now that he has mastered the most difficult Mahamudra, he doesn't know what else can be done next to suppress the mental barriers that have accumulated in his heart day by day and become more and more serious.

"With my unparalleled fists and kicks, and my ability to sneak into hiding, can't I sneak into the palace and kill my biggest enemy? I have to be on the battlefield to have a chance? With just my martial arts skills, I can do it

Can you get it, General?"
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