"One man, one sword, killed five hundred rebel soldiers!”
"How is this possible? Could there be a mistake?"
Ah Da and Ah Er, who were behind Zhao Min, were also shocked and could not help but say.
They could not help but doubt the authenticity of the matter, but they did not expect the spy to lie, and the shock in their hearts grew even stronger.
"Who is this young swordsman?"
When A'da asked this question, he gripped the sheath of his sword and stared straight at the scout. The battle intent in his eyes grew stronger.
He boasted that his swordsmanship was outstanding. Now that he heard that such a sword expert had killed 500 rebel soldiers by himself, he could not help but want to compete.
The secret agent said,"This young swordsman is the Young Master of Emei, Han Chen!"”
Han Chen!
Young Sect Master of Emei, Han Chen!
"So it's him."
Zhao Min smiled happily and waved her folding fan.
"Han Chen!" Adamo muttered this name.
His grip on the scabbard tightened, and the fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger. If they met in the future, he would definitely have a competition to see whose sword technique was stronger.
The interest in Zhao Min's eyes became even stronger. She smiled and said,"Not long ago, when Han Chenjian slashed Kong Xing's right hand, I knew that he was not someone ordinary.”
She smiled and looked up, her starry eyes staring at the blue sky. She waved her folding fan gently, and an image could not help but appear in her mind.
On the shore of the Han River in Cangcang, a young swordsman with a sword that drank blood had killed five hundred elite soldiers. The Han River turned red because of this. It must have been a bloody massacre.
"As the young master of Emei, he first killed the divine monk of Shaolin Temple and then slaughtered five hundred rebel soldiers. This Han Chen is really interesting.”
Zhao Min smiled happily and closed her folding fan. Her eyes flickered with anticipation as she instructed,"Ah Da."
"Your subordinate is here. What orders does Princess have?”
Hearing Zhao Min's call, Ah Da immediately stepped forward and bowed, respectfully waiting for orders.
"I'll send a letter to Han Chen now.”
A'da was stunned when he heard this. He did not understand what the princess meant. He did not dare to think too much and nodded heavily." Yes, princess!"”
Immediately, the servants of the prince's residence brought over a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Zhao Min personally picked up the brush. Her handwriting was beautiful and her words were friendly. The general idea was that she wanted to invite Han Chen to Green Willow Heights.
The letter was quickly written and handed to Ada.
"Ah Da, you'll be in charge of inviting Han Chen. If you screw it up, be careful of your head.”
Princess, don't worry. I understand."
Zhao Min's words were sharp and she knew how to control her subordinates. Even someone as strong as Ah Da did not dare to disobey her.
At this moment, Ah Da put away the letter and carried his sword. He left Green Willow Heights and rushed to Hunan.
The secret agents of Ruyang Mansion were all over the world. Han Chen did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, so it was not difficult for Zhao Min to know that he was in Hunan.
"Han Chen, what kind of person are you?”
Zhao Min looked up at the blue sky and said indifferently,"I look forward to your arrival. I hope you won't let me down.”
At this moment, two old men walked over from Green Willow Heights.
These two people had white hair and bright eyes. They were extremely powerful. One of them held a deer horn staff, and the other held a crane pen. They were the famous Xuanming Elders in Jianghu.
They came in front of Zhao Min and said respectfully,"Princess, His Highness is here. Do you want to meet him?”
"Zha Ya Du?"
"He actually found Green Willow Heights. He really is a haunting ghost.”
Zhao Min frowned and looked displeased. She immediately turned around and walked away. With her back facing the Xuanming Elders, she threw out an impatient sentence.
"Just say that I'm not here!"
Currently, there were endless disputes in the martial world. The various large sects had joined forces to deal with the Ming Cult. Ruyang Mansion was watching the fire from the sidelines. Zhao Min was busy planning a strategy and was prepared to reap the benefits of the fisherman. It could be said that she was busier than busy.
Zha Ya Du was the beloved son of the Seventh Prince. Coming to Green Willow Heights at this time was really adding to the chaos.
"Yes, this subordinate understands!"
The Xuanming Elders smiled bitterly when they saw this. The two of them shook their heads and immediately stopped talking. They went their separate ways.
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Mount Song, Shaolin Temple.
The autumn leaves on the mountain were gorgeous. The thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple had a melodious bell. The holy land of Buddhism was solemn and solemn.
Not long ago, the various large sects were invited to Shaolin to discuss the strategy to encircle and annihilate the Ming Cult. Now that the discussion was over, the various sects had all left the mountain and returned to their sects to prepare.
Once the agreed time was up, all the large sects would attack Ming Cult together!
A battle was set in stone.
The autumn wind rustled, and yellow leaves fluttered. A Shaolin disciple ran up the stone stairs from the foot of the mountain and rushed into the main gate of Shaolin Temple. He passed through many Zen temples and came to Dharma Hall, standing in front of Chief Dharma.
"I am a secular disciple, Huineng. Greetings, Chief.”
"Amitabha. Huineng, you rushed here in such a hurry. Did you have news of Han Chen?”
The head of the Dharma Yard had profound internal energy and wisdom. Before Huineng could speak, he had already made up his mind and immediately said.
Han Chen had crippled one of Kong Xing's hands. Shaolin had never forgotten this grudge.
Although the Shaolin Sect was a Buddhist sect, they had never been short of grudges, disputes, and killings in the martial world.
Back then, because the matter of besieging the Ming Cult had yet to be settled, Shaolin had to put aside their grudges for the sake of the overall situation. Now that the date of besieging the Ming Cult had been set, Shaolin naturally brought up the old matter again.
The Shaolin Sect was going to attack Han Chen!
"Disciple just received news that Han Chen has already gone down to Emei. Not long ago, he killed many rebel soldiers at the Han River and is now in Hunan.”Huineng said.
What he meant was that as long as they sent experts to Hunan, they could find Han Chen.
Kong Xing was a divine monk of Shaolin Temple, and his seniority was extremely high. Since Han Chen had broken his hand, Shaolin Temple naturally wanted an explanation.
"Amitabha. Good, good.”
The eyes of the head monk of the Dharma Yard shone brightly as he said leisurely,""This child has committed too many sins. If he isn't educated in time, he will sooner or later bring disaster to the martial world.”
The head of the Dharma Yard turned to the side and asked,""Junior Brothers, what do you think?”
At this moment, in the temple hall, other than the head monk of the Dharma Yard, there were four old monks sitting there. They all looked old and their eyes were bright. It was obvious that their internal energy was extremely high.
There were a total of nine old monks in Shaolin's Bodhidharma Yard, and these four were the strongest.
An old monk said," Everyone knows that Han Chen injured our Shaolin senior monk. If we don't deal with it in time, I'm afraid it will ruin Shaolin's century-old reputation."”
For the sake of Shaolin Temple's status in the martial arts world, they had to punish Han Chen severely as a warning to the others.
Another old monk said," This kid is a violent man with a sword. He first injured the divine monk of Shaolin Temple and then killed the innocent rebel army. He's full of hostility. It's best to tame him as soon as possible to avoid the death of the people in the future."”
The third old monk said," Amitabha. It is our duty to help the righteous path. If you two senior brothers want to go down the mountain, I am willing to accompany you all the way."”
The fourth old monk said," This Han Chen's murderous aura is too strong. He has too many blood debts. I'm afraid that it will take a year and a half to resolve his murderous aura. It's best to detain him in the temple and let him listen to Buddhism for the rest of his life."”
He would listen to Buddhism for life!
Imprisoned for a lifetime!
He was not allowed to leave Shaolin Temple for the rest of his life!
"Good, good. That's good."
Hearing the words of the four people, the head monk of the Dharma Yard smiled in satisfaction. His wrinkled face bloomed with joy.
He knew that the four of them were extremely skilled in martial arts. If the four of them attacked together, no matter how strong Han Chen's sword technique was, it would be a piece of cake.
Imprisoning Han Chen for a lifetime could not only educate him in Buddhism, but it could also intimidate the martial world. This was exactly what he wanted.
Immediately, the four old monks from the Dharma Yard left Shaolin Temple and rushed toward Han Chen.
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