Zhao Wulie was not surprised by Meng Changhe's decisive answer.

He has seen many little people like this who climb up and down, so he naturally knows how to handle them.

It only takes a few words to hit the pain point in Meng Changhe's heart and arouse his hatred and anger.

"People who come from a humble background will do everything they can to flatter themselves when they are in a low position, just to climb up.

When you are in a high position, you are arrogant and do not tolerate any disobedience or offense.

The former is like raising a dog, and is rewarded with two meat bones from time to time.

The latter is like raising a wolf, you can neither let it be too full nor be too hungry."

Zhao Wulie recalled his adoptive father's instructions, a smile appeared on his face, and he said in a low tone:

"Very good, the certain family really did not misjudge the person!

Since ancient times, only by sacrificing your own life can you achieve great things!

Don't worry, the Blood Eagle Guards are all secret dead soldiers who are not on the roster of the Ministry of War.

Even Beizhen Fusi couldn't find any flaws.

Each of the eight blood eagle guards exchanged blood three times, completed bone refining, and became proficient in the art of combined attack!

Even if that mud-legged guy breaks through the blood exchange barrier and falls into a tight siege, he will definitely not survive!"

Meng Changhe's eyelids were drooped and his teeth were clenched, as if he was filled with extreme hatred.

The intense turmoil of emotions fell into Zhao Wulie's eyes, adding a bit of credibility.

With a move of his finger, a blood-red sword-shaped iron plate flew out and stood erected on the table.

The front is engraved with a flying eagle, and the back is the powerful Chinese character "Zhao".

"Since you are willing to risk your life and kill your enemies with your own hands, then a certain family should be honest.

The mud-legged man was ordered to find out if the news was fake, and to go to the cave to absorb the inspiration and break through the realm was the truth.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always liked to promote young talents. At that time, Wang Zhongdao became famous in the army and immediately stood shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Yingwu. He also wanted to thank the East Palace for providing him with the support.

All kinds of great elixirs, unique skills, and cave relics were all provided.

Let me tell you this, if Ji Jiulang hadn't died prematurely, his future would be limitless.

Hundred households? This is just his first step. When the commander Ao Jing retires in old age, Beizhen Fusi may have to change his surname to 'Ji'."

Zhao Wulie's straightforward narration seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Every word is like a knife, piercing Meng Changhe's heart hard.

"My subordinates are bold and dare to ask the commander-in-chief. Jing Chao is as proud as a cloud and evil as rain.

But in the end, how many powerful officials like Zong Pingnan and Tan Wenying grew up?"

Meng Changhe's blood was full of energy, and murderous intent was evident in his eyes.

The strong and poisonous hatred in his heart was not deliberately disguised.

Facing a Fourth Realm Dzogchen leader who is only one step away from being promoted to the Fifth Realm Grandmaster.

No matter how exquisite the performance is, it cannot hide the all-pervasive and meticulous insight.

Therefore, Meng Changhe made no secret of his inner thoughts.

only……

"You all treat me like a dog! Senior brothers from Yinglue Hall! Yan Sheng! Ao Jing! And Zhao Wulie!

Everyone has a high self-esteem and has never looked at me...just because I am a lowly member of the peasant family! I have no backing and no extraordinary martial arts talent!"

The rumble of war drums sounded in Meng Changhe's ears, shaking his limbs and bones constantly, and his desire to kill rose like a tide.

"One day, I will step on your heads. What a righteous son of the country, a noble family!"

Ever since he converted to the evil god and refined his true form of Blood Gang, he longed for fighting and cruelty every day.

It seems that anyone in the world can become an enemy.

Countless words of "kill" are deeply imprinted in my mind.

"This kid is full of anger and courageous, but he is actually a very handy sharp knife."

Zhao Wulie narrowed his eyes, flicked his fingers, and mobilized the Iron Order of the Blood Eagle Guard to insert it into the ground.

"The Commander-in-Chief Mingjian!"

As if he had found a treasure, Meng Changhe eagerly took the iron order into his arms and asked again:

"Actually, it's not difficult to kill Ji Yuan. It's just that this guy has too many helpers and a strong backer, so it seems troublesome.

Now that he has left Tianjing, without the protection of Heilongtai and Qintianjian, there is only Qin Wugou left by his side..."

Zhao Wulie understood the deep meaning of his words, shook his head and said:

"I am the commander-in-chief of Yingyang Wei. Without the tiger talisman's instructions from the imperial court, I cannot do anything without permission.

This time it was to meet his adoptive father, and he had just left Xingyang Mansion despite the risk of being impeached by Yushitai.

Going to Huangliang County again would be tantamount to provoking the Crown Prince's authority and intensifying the conflict between the East Palace and the Duke's Mansion.

In officialdom and in the imperial court, many things sometimes are known to everyone. You know it and I know it, but no one can say it openly.

Once it is put on the table, there is absolutely no room for change.”

Meng Changhe secretly thought it was a pity because he originally wanted to drag the Thirteen Taibao under Yang Hong into trouble.

The more chaotic the situation, the more likely you are to benefit from it.

"The fierce woman surnamed Qin is not easy to deal with. She exchanged blood for the three realms to refine the true power, learned Ao Jing's eight movements of Coiling Dragon and Exploring Claws, and also had a heavy rain pear blossom gun, which suppressed the fourth realm of Lao San."

Zhao Wulie thought about it for a moment, and suddenly felt a little confused.

With only Meng Changhe and the Eight Blood Eagle Guards, it would be easy to kill Ji Yuan, but it would be difficult to stop Qin Wugou.

But most of the great masters in the four realms have names.

Either be in the imperial court or serve in the army.

Unless you collude with the remnants of the Jianghu and drive those who hide their heads and tails, you can't avoid the eyes and ears of the East Palace.

Meng Changhe's eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice:

"Commander, I have someone I can recommend.

If he takes action, he will definitely be able to hold Qin Wugou back and kill Ji Jiulang!"

Zhao Wulie raised his yellow eyebrows, his green eyes flashed, and asked:

"who?"

Meng Changhe replied:

"The Golden Sword Yan Mansion is Yan Sheng."

Zhao Wulie seemed surprised. He was ordered by his adoptive father to accept Meng Changhe into Yingyangwei.

Of course, I also know about this person’s background.

"Yan Sheng...he is your father-in-law."

Meng Changhe suddenly raised his head and said loudly:

"The subordinates dare not deceive the commander-in-chief. Although Yan Sheng controls the martial arts in Tianjing and is known as the Golden Sword Yan Mansion, he is considered a figure, but he is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the imperial court.

Now that I have a God-given opportunity to seize the Duke of Liang's palace, how can I let it go?

As long as the commander-in-chief writes a letter and gives it to Yan Sheng, promising to select a few people from the British Strategy Hall every year to be recruited into the Yingyang Guards, he will definitely be willing to serve!"

There is a saying that has always been circulated in Tianjing City, wealth depends on hard work, and wealth depends on fate.

A person like Yan Sheng, who is at the top of the list of extravagant people, is what he wants for the rest of his life.

It's nothing more than furthering his martial arts and revitalizing the family's career.

Otherwise, why spend a lot of money.

Send Meng Changhe to Fusi, Beizhen, and hold the position of Thousand Households.

Zhao Wulie thought for a moment and was very satisfied. He put his palms in his hands and laughed and said:

"Okay! If you are so loyal, a certain family will not treat you badly!

Take this bottle of 'Blood Purifying Pill' and take it once every three days for nine days.

Cleansing the body of filthy impurities and expelling the acquired turbid qi is enough to increase the accumulation of two levels of qi and blood and increase the effectiveness of condensing the true power."

Whoosh!

A porcelain bottle was shot out like a hidden weapon, with rapid momentum, and fell into Meng Changhe's hands.

"Thank you very much, Commander-in-Chief, for the reward!"

Meng Changhe felt grateful and knelt down excitedly.
To be continued...