Chapter 700: Industry specializing in surgery

There was snow floating on the street and ice on the water.
Kyoto in the early winter is so quiet.
Wang Po and Chen Changsheng walked along Luoshui, and there was no one on the street, only snow kept falling, as if it had been falling for ten years.
In the houses on both sides of the street, behind the wall, on the boat in Luoshui, behind the bridge, in the dark world, how many people are hidden.
Those people come from Zhuzhou County, Wangfu, various departments, government offices, there are government services, there are fast arrests, there are Qingke, domestic servants, heroes, heroes.
However, the ice surface was gradually softened by the winter, and the willow gently swayed. No one still shot. The two figures in the light snow were not disturbed by any.
Because the masters in the court never appeared, these bureaucrats arrested quickly, and the Qing servants, how dare to take the lead?
As for the powerful men from various states who are self-proclaimed heroes, how can they face Wang Po and Chen Changsheng?
When the assassins of the Chaoli Department were assassinated, this was a big crime. The court of the Great Zhou Dynasty had enough reasons to want Wang Po, and the oath of the stars ended.
The court also had reason to ask Chen Changsheng and Li Gong to give an explanation.
Kyoto is already martial law.
Outside the Beibingmasi Hutong, the man with the taste of Tiehan had opened his eyes.
Up to this time, the court has been quiet, naturally because of other reasons.
In front of the Baohe Tower, the Yulin Army, which had already been ready to go, was stopped by the cavalry cavalry. The two cavalry formations like the Kuroshio might meet at any time.
In front of the gate gate division, there are teachings and teachers and students of the Fifth Ivy League. Xu Shiji's face was green, but there was no way to order the cavalry to rush out.
In the wind and snow, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng continued to walk, occasionally stopping to say a few words to Hanliu Xue'an, just like a real tourist.
Where did they go, what did they do, what happened everywhere, and why hasn't anyone stopped them until now?
In the shortest time, the information gathered in the courtyard where the begonia flowers were once covered and now there are only dead branches.
Zhou Tong was sitting in the Taishi chair. The color of the red official gown became deeper and deeper, as if it were real blood, and his face became paler, like real snow.
The whole Kyoto is now looking at the two people on the banks of Luoshui.
The whole world knows that those two people are here to kill him.
It stands to reason that even if those two people are Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, it is impossible to go to the Bingmasi alley.
But today's situation is a bit strange.
In terms of divorce, it seems that he really wants to go crazy with Chen Changsheng.
There are still many people watching indifferently, like watching a movie.
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Snow falls from between the eaves of the palace, and a white pattern is drawn on the black ground. A noble woman stood in the middle of the white pattern, thinking about the first and last snowman piled up in the Grand Western Chau Palace as a child, thinking about the grievous appearance of her daughter before she left. The heart is weak, and the tone becomes harder.
"Actually speaking, I am an outsider. Today's scene is good to watch, but if something really happens, it will affect the Northern Expedition."
The Pope looked at her and said, "So Madam, do you come to see me?"
This noble lady is called herdsman, because she is the princess of Great Western Asia. Like Her Majesty the Pope and the former Emperor Tianhai, she is used to calling her the shepherd.
She also has a more remarkable identity-the queen of demon clan, the true saint.
So even in the face of His Majesty the Pope, she did not mean to give in at all.
"Do you want me to meet Chen Changsheng?"
The Pope said: "Or, you should go to the business."
Madam Mu slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Now he and Wang Po are going to kill."
The Pope said: "Always kill before talking."
Madam Mu didn't expect to hear such an answer, the voice said slightly: "Young people are fooling around, why do you have to intervene?"
"Everyone came from a young age, and is Wang Po an ordinary young man? No, isn't Chen Changsheng? No, he is my heir and your daughter's teacher." The pope smiled gradually, Slowly said: "You should wish him success."
The Madame Mud looked at him and said suddenly, "The demon clan never asked you to do anything."
There was a flash of light in the pope's old eyes, some dazzling and some sharp.
Madam Mu's expression remained the same and said, "You understand what I mean."
The Pope said indifferently: "I know what you are worried about. If I really ignore the big picture, Zhou Tong died 300 years ago."
This was already a promise, but the Madam clearly felt that it was not enough, and said, "Who sent the country's cavalry?"
The Pope sighed, and stopped answering this question, turned and walked deeper into the palace.
Mao Qiuyu didn't know when to show up. He extended his arms politely to the shepherd and said, "Please go here."
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The attitude of the demon clan and Daxizhou cannot change His Majesty's thoughts, but as His Majesty said, he always valued the big picture.
In the early snow of Kyoto, the Ligong solved many problems for Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, allowing the deserted and empty streets of Long Street to last longer, but no big official of the State Church would help.
In that case, the state religion and the court will really tear their faces, as the shepherd lady is worried, it will affect the overall situation of the Northern Expedition Demon in the future.
Madam Mu is not very satisfied with the situation in front of her because she does not want Wang Po and Chen Changsheng’s crazy behavior to succeed, nor do they want them to die.
Now that the court is well prepared, there will inevitably be countless strong men ambushing in the alley of Beibing Division. The most important thing is that the iron tree will definitely appear.
No matter how you look, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng will die.
Many people think so.
Therefore, they looked at the two figures walking on the deserted long street in the dancing snow, and they could always see some tragic meaning.
The wind is low and the water is cold.
Wang Po and Chen Changsheng did not have this consciousness.
They walked along Luoshui, talking about old things in the pile of old paper, such as Wang Zhice's year, and talking about the changes in recent years, such as the Neihe Bridge being hit by a ship several times last year.
Going and chatting, walking in the snow, not looking for plums, looking forward, not arrogant, but just stepping down and adjusting naturally, gradually matching with the world.
Then, he went to the Bingmasi alley.
No cavalry like tide, no crossbow arrows like rainstorm.
On Qingxue's snowy streets, they only saw one person.
The man was chilly, the sharp edge was hidden between his clothes, and he didn't share the world with Weixue, and had his own secular intentions.
This is a strong man in the sacred realm.
"Iron Tree, the realm is extremely deep, not a triumphant victory, only with strength, and with combat strength, the top three can be entered in all directions."
Wang Po said to Chen Changsheng.
In Xunyang City, he and Chen Changsheng joined forces to play against Zhu Luo. Without any chance of victory, he had no chance at all.
The iron tree that appeared on the snowy street today has a realm strength similar to that of Zhu Luo, younger, and full of vitality.
As Wang Po commented, in terms of combat power alone, Tieshu and other reds and another old monster are the most powerful.
Even if the old man of Tianji is resurrected, it is not necessarily stronger than him in this respect.
Today they are facing such a person.
Tie Shu did not stand on the street, but sat at a table on the street.
There are several chairs by the table.
"Let's separate."
"it is good."
"I'll take a seat."
"it is good."
The simple two-sentence dialogue ends.
Chen Changsheng and Wang Po separated on the street.
Wang Po walked to the street.
Chen Changsheng walked to the courtyard on the street.
Wang Po is going to sit at that table.
Sit down for a while.
He will know the iron tree for a while.
Although he is the top of the Xiaoyao list and the undisputed first master of the younger generation, it is still far from the legendary strong man such as Tieshu.
However, no one dared to say that he would lose.
Because he is Wang Po.
The family broke down, wandering to Tamsui, walking to Tiannan, and he has fought against a powerful destiny all his life.
Whether it is the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, or a strong man like Zhu Luo.
As of today, he has not really won a game, but he has not lost.
Tianliang Wang is broken, and he is best at weak enemy.
The courtyard at the end of the street was once full of begonia flowers and covered with snow tonight.
Chen Changsheng walked over there, his expression calm, his steps steady, his breath comfortable.
He knew that there must be a lot of assassins, killers, strong men hidden in that courtyard, as well as an adult Zhou Tong who gathered in the stars.
But he has no fear, because he has been here.
He failed to kill Zhou Tong that time.
He is confident that he will take Zhou Tong's first rank among all troops.
Because he cultivated the Tao and learned the sword, it was originally an enemy of thousands of people.
It's just that except for the time when the wasteland Nangui killed someone in the tea shop, he had no chance to show it to the world.
Chen Changsheng, the national religion, is the best at widowing the enemy.
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