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    The time was reverted back to half a day ago, and Zhan Zhao led the police to search in Hangzhou for the past three days, but did not find any clues for a long time.

    Whether it was the masked master in black who assassinated Sima Guang and was stabbed by him, or the masked strongmen who stormed the official warehouse, they all disappeared without a trace.

    It was as if a shrimp had entered the sea, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

    On the contrary, because of the three-day search, he had a lot of small conflicts with some people in the Jianghu.

    Then the news of the theft of the "Caitou" spread wildly in Hangzhou. People in the Jianghu were surprised and gloated at the misfortune.

    They were extremely happy to see the government lose face.

    And Nanxia Zhanzhao also lost face, obviously he is such a master, the government has been played by us reckless people a few times!

    Among them, the most cheerful one is the five rats.

    When they openly appeared on the street, they looked at Zhan Zhao with a smile, mocking him very much.

    It's just that Zhan Zhao had no choice but to pretend not to see them and walk past them.

    When promoting the martial arts leader election conference, the government made a promise that those who are willing to participate in the martial arts conference, even if they have bad deeds in the past, as long as they come to participate in the conference, they will not be punished.  , and the crime will be added.

    To put it simply, it is the martial arts version of Amnesty.

    The Five Rats didn't seem to have any bad deeds in the past few days, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to turn a blind eye to them.

    In addition, there is a wide spread in the rivers and lakes, saying that the government has lost the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword, so they can only use money and silver.

    But knights always think that money is light, if some gold and silver are really put in the martial arts leader meeting, then this time the martial arts leader election meeting, even if the leader is elected, in their eyes, it will be a failure.  For those who are not qualified, it feels more like taking money from the court and then being recruited.

    If it is a sword, that is another matter, at least it is more legitimate.

    These news, when Lu Sen was visiting brothels and eating in taverns, he listened to the discussions of the people around him, and his ears were almost callused.

    "It seems that the government really did a bad job this time." Hei Zhu muttered softly.

    "It's obvious that someone is secretly mobilizing public opinion, with rhythm." Lu Sen shook his head helplessly.

    In fact, those Jiang Hu people who kill people at the slightest disagreement don't think so much.  Whether it is a sword or money, as long as it is profitable, they are willing to do things.

    However, some people deliberately draw their attention to "wealth as a lottery does not conform to the status of Jianghu people", "the government does not understand our Jianghu people's minds" and so on to create conflicting emotions between the two sides, and deliberately form a conflicting position, which is very interesting.

    "This method is very skillful, it can't be that the general is playing tricks." Lu Sen felt that things were a little weird.

    Normally speaking, ordinary people in the Jianghu would not expect to be so deep, and those who understand public opinion warfare are generally from aristocratic families.

    Now is the era when scholar-bureaucrats and officials share the world, and scholar-bureaucrats from aristocratic families will not rebel against themselves, so the possibility of military generals' aristocratic families playing tricks seems very high.

    After dinner, Lu Sen planned to take a nap in the hut, but saw Zhan Zhao waiting at the door.

    The two saluted each other with fists in each other's arms. Lu Sen invited Zhan Zhao to enter the room. After sitting down, he asked, "Captain Zhan, you are a busy person. Why do you have time to come to my place now?"

    Zhan Zhao smiled bitterly: "The lottery of the martial arts conference was robbed, you should be clear about this, Lu Xiaolang."

    "It's been rumored everywhere, of course I've heard it."

    While Lu Sen was talking, Hei Zhu brought a glass of honey water to both of them.

    After Zhan Zhao thanked you, he continued: "Zhan knows that you have great supernatural powers, Lu Xiaolang, can you give me some treasures related to people in the Jianghu, so that at least this martial arts conference can be held as scheduled."

    "Actually, you don't have to pay attention to those public opinions. If you care too much, you will be led away by the nose." Lu Sen took a sip of honey water.

    Zhan Zhao nodded in agreement: "Sima Zhongcheng said the same thing, but this is the first time the imperial court has held such a grand event, and it took a lot of thought. It was just thinking about recruiting martial artists like me and setting up rules for them.  With the rules in place, they won't kill people at will in the future, and the common people will naturally live better. If it doesn't work out, the imperial court and the Jianghu people will hate each other and fight each other, and I don't know how many people will die tragically due to the fighting between the two sides."

    When he said this, Zhan Zhao's expression was very calm, not full of enthusiasm or righteous indignation, just a natural expression throughout the whole process.

    Because he really thinks so.

    On the contrary, the kind of people who usually speak with enthusiasm,; Yeah!

    All the people in the rivers and lakes raised their hands and shouted together.

    "Then respect is worse than obedience, and Zhan will prove it to you."

    Following his words, all the people in the Jianghu fell silent.

    Especially Bai Yutang, whose pretty face was so gloomy that it was turning into charcoal.

    He had a feeling that Zhan Zhao was about to show off, and he hated Zhan Zhao's show off the most.

    Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhan Zhao first picked up the small cup that he had prepared earlier, the very small one, opened the honey bottle, and poured some into it.

    Then he faced the Jianghu people, pulled out the standard saber from his waist, pressed it on the palm of his left hand, and then pulled it hard.

    There were bloodstains on the blade.

    And Zhan Zhao threw down his saber, raised his left hand, walked to the left corner of the stage, and then walked slowly to the right.

    On the palm of his left hand, there was a neat knife wound with deep bone visible across the entire palm.

    Flesh and blood rolled, but Zhan Zhao didn't even frown.

    Wherever he walked, little drops of blood would drip.

    People in Jianghu have excellent eyesight, and almost everyone saw the knife wound in his palm.

    It is true, indeed there is no fake.

    Even some of the people who were close to the competition stage stepped forward, picked up one or two drops of blood that fell on the stage with their fingers, and put them into their mouths.

    "Warm, it's real blood."

    ?Because he walked slowly, it took Zhan Zhao nearly half a stick of incense to walk from left to right. Until now, his wound was still dripping blood.

    Then he put down his hands, returned to the center of the competition stage, and said with a smile: "I think all of you have seen the wound on Zhan's hand. Under normal circumstances, such a wound would be healed by a famous doctor and use high-grade gold-creating medicine.  It takes a month to barely grow well."

    Here are all Jianghu people, and they all know that Zhan Zhao is telling the truth.

    "And the next thing is what Zhan wants to show you."

    He turned around, picked up the small cup containing a small amount of honey, walked to the edge of the competition platform, and raised his left hand again, so that everyone could see the horrible knife wound in his hand again.

    Zhan Zhao drank the honey in the cup in one gulp under the half puzzled and half expectant eyes of the crowd.

    At first, people in Jianghu were a little confused, shouldn't it be used to apply to wounds?

    But after about three breaths, everyone's eyes widened.

    Some people even wiped their eyes in disbelief, thinking that they had fallen into the legendary illusion.

    Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the scar on Zhan Zhao's left hand healed at a fairly fast speed.

    In less than 20 seconds, the wound on the left hand has disappeared, and there is fair skin.

    Zhan Zhao gently twisted his left hand, and then shook off the blood stains on his left hand.

    Seeing this, no matter how calm and self-cultivating a famous martial artist in the world is, he can't hold back anymore.

    Many masters crowded to the front stage, including Ouyang Chun, the leader of the world's number one gang with blue eyes and purple beards.

    He clasped his fists in both hands, stared at Zhan Zhao, and asked, "Butou Zhan, I would like to ask, does this medicine have a name?"

    "Jade bee jelly!"

    All the people in the rivers and lakes instantly remembered this name.

    Then Ouyang Chun asked again: "Can it cure the natural meridian blockage?"

    "Zhan can't guarantee it, but this miracle medicine can cure all diseases and detoxify all kinds of poisons. Brother Ouyang, you can win it back and try it." Zhan Zhao smiled.

    "Thank you for clarifying the confusion!" Ouyang Chun clasped his fists again and returned to the crowd.

    Zhan Zhao looked around, seeing the hot gazes of people from all walks of life passing him, looking at the prize platform behind, he smiled and said: "Now we can start the lottery, please send experts from each sect to come to the stage to draw their own lottery  Bucket number."

    Soon a group of people jumped onto the competition stage with a huff.

    Bai Yutang stood below, looking at the energetic Zhan Zhao on the stage, his handsome face became more and more unhappy.
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