Chapter 202: Wu Lin

As Cao Sheng was surrounded by a group of publishing house representatives holding wine glasses, in theaters across the country, the screening halls were playing "Wu Lin," directed by Xu Ke, starring Hong Jinbao, Zhen Zidan, and Yang Zijiong, with martial arts guidance jointly provided by Yuan Heping and Hong Jinbao.

In each screening hall, the number of audience members was not small.

After all, today was the first official day of the film's release.

Many audience members had long anticipated this film.

A series of sounds of arrows breaking the air rang out; those several golden-element arrows flew past Tang Yu's side, with one of them piercing directly through Tang Yu's left shoulder, opening a bloody hole and causing blood to spray forth.

The bloody scent in the air was nearly solidified, mixed with a strong, choking milky fragrance and a strawberry scent that was so ripe it bordered on rotting.

"Then this general... takes his leave." Liu Han sighed heavily, looked at Lin Ruisheng with an apologetic gaze, and then turned to leave.

The loyal head guard set him down and invited him to sit on a relatively clean rock.

Amidst the clear sound of metal grinding against metal, Yang Xu slowly drew the steel blade from his waist; the lingering glow of the setting sun shone on the cold blade, its dim, chilling reflection stabbing into Zhang Heng's face. Zhang Heng's face was a deathly gray, his cracked lips were constantly muttering, yet he could no longer speak a word.

Ye Chu's body leaned forward, his hands extended ahead, and his palms closed around the back of Lu Huai's neck.

The intelligence collected by Xie Ziwei was extremely detailed; the origins and developments of the thirty-two subordinate courtyards of Jiu Zi Mountain, who was currently the head, the kinship relations, loves, hates, and preferences of the several elders in power, and the various factions within the internal power structure... were all explained one by one to Yi Feishi.

The central government has the Three Dukes and Three Solitaries, who are the Emperor's assisting ministers, holding a very lofty status. The Three Dukes of the rear have been inherited as empty titles, used as additional or increased official posts, conferred upon meritorious great ministers; the living receive an addition, the dead receive an increase. The Three Solitaries have become assisting ministers of the Eastern Palace, further divided into Junior Master, Junior Guardian, and Junior Tutor.

The metropolitan examination is in the second month, but the scholars going to take the exam must find a place to settle in advance, so many people will arrive early. First, it is to avoid delays on the road; arriving early is always better than arriving late. Second, it is also to come early to inquire about the situation in Jingcheng.

When Qiao Muchen said these words, he truly felt that he loved down to the bone, yet loved so basely.

After hearing this, Xiang Long and the others looked at each other; they had not expected the course of events to be like this.

"Mimi," watching that pink shadow disappear under the camphor tree, I knew it was too late; Mimi was likely to be reincarnated again, and the time left for me was not much.

Later, when Lin Yixuan's school started and he had to return to work, Song Yan naturally had to return with him, leaving the house empty. Lin Yixuan had once suggested to Chen Le that since they were relatives anyway, and Chen Le worked here, he might as well let Chen Le move in, which would also serve as a way for them to watch over the house.

When Qian Cheng fought the One-Horned Rhinoceros King, he did so to provide a reference for his guild members on how to fight a BOSS, hoping to improve everyone's combat skills by studying his battle videos.

"That works too. After the overall vitality of our War Leopards recovers and we add new personnel, we will restore those bases," Long Sheng said.

"Kung fu? Pfft! That's monkeys dancing!" the eyebrowless man sneered contemptuously.

Black Panther Kunlun told Long Sheng that the personnel at the War Leopard headquarters and various bases had already been readjusted. Many bases might already be exposed, so new bases must also be established.

Although tonight was the wedding night, they had already been through the wedding chamber, so they did not care about these things.

Xu Zhiheng raised his wristwatch to check the time, extended his hand to hail a taxi, and gave an address in the old town district.

He thought Zhuo Yilan would stop it, after all, the Ming family was the Empress's natal family, and if one really traced the connections, they were still relatives of Zhuo Yilan.