Chapter 657 Lin Che is assassinated Lin Che continued with his daily life, as if everything was calm and nothing had happened. However, behind his indifference, was a mechanism that had already been activated. Lin Che's plan was like the Weaver Girl's Skynet, no rush, no delay, but every step was like walking on thin ice. A few days later, on a stormy night, with a shrill cry, the mutilated body of Zhu Yuanzhang's confidant was found outside the house. At the same time, Lin Che's former rival also died mysteriously. On the surface, there was no trace of Lin Che at all. Only the disciples of the National Master, who had an unfathomable foundation, knew the truth behind it. In the territory of the Ming Dynasty, no one dared to openly mention anything unfavorable to the National Master. Lin Che once again used his wisdom and courage to make all his enemies disappear in the darkness, just like the stars at night, silently. The next day, the sky was clear. Zhu Yuanzhang specially kept Lin Che after the meeting. After looking at Lin Che for a moment, he slowly said: I heard that a traitor was killed last night, which cleared up a lot of darkness for our dynasty. Imperial Master, do you know about this? Lin Che nodded slightly, his face remained calm as usual, and he simply replied, "Your Majesty is wise, and it is the duty of the state master to protect the country. The dark ones will be punished by the court's laws." Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Lin Che, and there was a sharp flash in his eyes, but more of it was admiration and trust. Imperial Master Lin Che was still the Ming hero who stood at the top of the court and controlled the wind and cloud. The moon hid behind the thick clouds. The wind outside the house seemed to be a sharp blade, cutting through the broken alleys. Imperial Master Lin Che sat in front of the desk, the light flickered, and he looked through the astrological maps scattered on the desk. His hand gently swept across, Outlining a complex gospel, immersed in the study of the mysterious swordsmanship, just when Lin Che drew a key Shinjuku connection, suddenly the lights were turned on, and a strange wind sounded in the seamless house. Lin Che's eyes were slight but hurried, and the atmosphere in the house suddenly became tense. At the moment when the murderous atmosphere solidified, a black shadow broke through the window and rushed in like a midnight prey, rushing straight at Lin Che. Hehe, the uninvited guest actually chose to visit at this time. Lin Che opened his lips, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. The dagger in the killer's hand was as black as the night, carrying a heavy murderous aura. His movements were almost silent, blocking the silence. Even the slightest sound could not escape Lin Che's perception. The killer rushed in front of Ling Chi, and the dagger drew a deep arc, trying to end the life of the national teacher in this night shrouded in shadows. However, to Lin Che, the killer's movements were just slow motion. At the moment when the weapon was about to pierce Lin Che, he suddenly moved sideways, his figure hesitating like a ghost, and easily avoided the fatal blow. His counterattack came immediately, with such speed and precision that it was jaw-dropping. "The lackeys sent by King Zhao are well-trained," Lin Che commented contemptuously while dodging, but there was no contempt in his eyes. The battle unfolded in this small study. Every dodge and attack made people feel nervous and exciting. Daggers and palms appeared alternately in the darkness, and the sounds of collisions came one after another.

In this seemingly unfavorable environment, Ling Chi secretly accepted the breathing technique. With every breath, he could feel the power in his body rising, as if every meridian was beating. With every beating of the meridians, Fu gave her infinite power. You are so bold, I want to see how long you can hold on. Lin Che smiled coldly, took a deep breath, and suddenly made hand gestures, muttering something. In an instant, the wind in the room was strong, as if an invisible force was surging. Lin Che simply cleaned up, and many books flew around, like soldiers receiving orders, rushing straight to the killer. Although the killer was agile, he was caught off guard by this sudden attack. The pages of the book flew in the air, and each one was sharp. Like a sword, in the chaotic attack, Lin Che's figure flashed, like a mountain moving, with an unshakable force, and the defeat was already low after a photo. The killer was hit hard and flew backwards involuntarily, hitting the wall heavily and no longer moving. You want to take my life? Lin Che calmed his breathing, brought himself a cup of tea, and took a sip as if nothing had happened. He walked to the unconscious killer, examined his face indifferently, and then stroked his chin gently. King Zhao, you are not the first one to do something wrong, and you will not be the last, but the result is the same. Lin Che tidied the room slowly. Then Zi Ah left a uniform with a receipt number in the killer's pocket, which would guide Zhu Gaosui to find him. And this is exactly what Lin Che said he was looking forward to. The next day, the sun rose, and its bright light dispelled the gloom of the night. Ling Chi Yijiuzi told Zhu Yuanzhang in detail what happened last night and his own inferences. Although these ants are small, they are enough to disrupt the government. Zhu Yuanzhang's face is solemn and he is very concerned about this assassination. Lin Che nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please don't disturb me. I will definitely not entrust you with any more duties and will work with Your Majesty to protect the Ming Dynasty." In this grand game between the imperial teacher and the old enemy, Lin Che could not help but win the victory with his extraordinary martial arts and wisdom, and at the same time, it also strengthened Zhu Yuanzhang's trust and reliance on him. Lin Che, the hidden commander, once again used his power to maintain the peace of the Ming Dynasty. The vitality of the capital was also crushed in the morning mist, turning into the prelude of the day, the magnificent hall in the center of the Great Wall. Sitting high on the dragon throne, Zhu Yuanzhang was quietly awaiting the worship of his courtiers. The palace was like the sea that accommodated all rivers, with a shining crown and endless rewards. The organizer of this day was not him, but the national teacher Lin Che, this hermit who was envied by the whole capital. I have already decreed that in the Tianqi Palace, Master Lin Che will be granted the supreme honor. Zhu Yuanzhang's voice echoed loudly like a god, the palace maids moved their feet softly, the eunuchs sighed and called the names of their ministers, but Zhu Yuanzhang's words carried infinite praise for the national teacher. Lin Che was among the ministers. Logically, he should kneel down to express his gratitude when he was addressed. However, in his calm eyes, the reward was just a passing cloud. The real glory lies in serving the country and the people. Lin Che, Zhu Yuanzhang obviously knew what the national teacher was thinking. When he summoned him, his voice was gentle but firm. The national teacher, dressed in a green robe, walked solemnly to the dragon throne, paused slightly, but did not kneel. (End of this chapter)