The feather arrow looked like a meteor, straight through the complex strings like spider webs under twenty red-headed kites, and penetrated into the back of the tiger's neck.

The force of this arrow was not very strong, but with a "puff" sound, it shot the head that was as big as a tiger basin, and then it staggered to the ground without even a word of sound, and it died neatly.

Gu Yun kept turning his fingers and pulled the string again, and directly took the second arrow. He turned his back against the door of the civilized school at an angle. He almost didn't aim, and then he left the string again, hitting the observation post where the golden leaves were just throwing down.

There were screams everywhere on the observation deck, and the arrow rubbed the scalp of a foreigner and nailed his hat to the pillar, and his tail feathers were still trembling.

The man was so scared that he fell off the chair.

Gu Yun put away his longbow, and the Xuan armored guard holding a copper roar on the mast expressionlessly said, "Have a ill-hearted intention, take it down and wait for trial."

It was not until this time that the person who was suppressed by the dead tiger came to his senses and let out a thin sob. The people around him who came to his senses were shocked and hurriedly drove him out.

Under the Tingyuan stage, an inconspicuous and thin figure passed through the crowd and took advantage of the chaos to board a cruise ship on the lake not far away.

As soon as he got on the cruise ship, he took off his headscarf. He turned out to be a foreigner with a black hair and eyes, looking a bit like a Central Plains. He was soon put into the private room on the boat and met the person who had been waiting for him.

It was a man between young and middle-aged, wearing a white shirt and a red robe with complex patterns behind him. A strange scepter stood on one side. His dark brown curly hair was half long and short on his shoulders, combed neatly, and wearing a grand ring on his hands.

It was the messenger sent by the Pope.

The short black-haired foreigner respectfully half-kneeled down: "Sir Bishop."

The bishop leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was listening attentively.

"I'm afraid the result is as you expected," said the black-haired foreigner. "Gu and his family have almost certain symbolic significance for these Orientals. As long as the 'black crow' flew past the night sky, even in the face of the great crisis, the stupid people will be blindly comforted, like a sheep who found a sheep. This unreasonable belief is hard to understand, even if I think some of them can't even say Gu Yun's full name."

The bishop pondered for a moment with a dim expression: "The 'seed' caused no casualties."

"Almost nothing," said the black hair lowered his head, "An Dinghou happened to be on the Red Head Kite. It seemed that there were guards he had planted in the crowd. I don't know if it was our people who leaked their whereabouts, or if he had extraordinary ability to sense critical events. As soon as we sowed our seeds, the black crow immediately reacted. Gu shot the "seeds" to death with an arrow from the Red Head Kite and also caught the "sower."

The bishop leaned on the carved chair, his fingers hung on his lips and rubbed along his beard: "This is not his personal prestige, but the accumulation of three generations. The people of the Central Plains blindly believed in these black crows, and almost formed a belief in the Gu family."

Black Hair: "The Church has discussed a long time ago why loopholes in Eastern society have frequently appeared, but the people can maintain a rife with holes. I think this belief is also one of the reasons."

The bishop stood up and walked a few steps in the pleasure boat with his hands behind his back.

"This is our chance," he murmured, "It's not a bad thing-I'm going to write to the Pope, and we can start the Loulan Project immediately."

At this time, the order under Qiyuan Tower had initially stabilized, and the Imperial Guard came to rescue the ground soon. Gu Yun glanced at him and saw that he had nothing to do, so he was about to rush to Chen Yi to make a gesture and prepare to leave - his vision was already very blurred, his hearing was also declining, and the crowds around him were quiet.

Gu Yun said to Xuanying Guard: "I'm a little ahead of time. You and the Fourth Prince. If they are willing to go home, they will wait for the peace spot outside and send them back. I'd like to have a lot of fun on the Red Head Kite - I don't know if there will be any performances later."

Chang Geng hurriedly asked, "Entertainment Father, where are you?"

Gu Yun couldn't hear what he said at this time, so he just patted his shoulder and left in a hurry.

A heavy rumble came from under their feet, and the red-headed kite they were sitting on the Tingquan platform briefly landed on the Tingquan platform. Gu Yun and Chen Yi strode side by side, and the night was cold and frost was heavy. Chang Geng picked up the cloak that Gu Yun put aside, and just as he was about to chase after him, he was stopped by the Xuanying beside him.

Na Xuanying said, "Your Highness stays, the general is not wearing winter clothes in the capital, and there are chaos outside. Please do not leave your subordinates."

Chang Geng suddenly felt suspicious - why not wear it? With Gu Yun's body, it was obviously not because he was not afraid of the cold.

The words "your eyes" that Chen Yi just shouted in a hurry also made him feel like he was stuck in his throat. Chang Geng couldn't help but think of Chen Shiliu, who was "deaf and blind" in Yan Hui Town. Of course, Chen Shiliu's inconvenience of ears and ears were mostly for cheating, but Chang Geng was sure that he really couldn't see things clearly when Yan Hui Town returned to the town. Was it just to confuse Xiuniang and the barbarians who were intending to penetrate the northern border?

People tend to be anxious when they think too much. Chang Geng suddenly felt uneasy, until Xuan Ying sent them back to the Marquis' Mansion to the marquis' mansion with great responsibility, it did not ease at all.

Chang Geng returned to the room and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. After sending Cao Niangzi and Ge Pangxiao, he quietly wrapped his coat tightly and ran to Gu Yun's house to wait.

Gu Yun's room was very clean, with a kind of neatness and neatness unique to people in the army, without any extra decorations. There were several books on the desk, an old-fashioned car lamp, and a character hung on the wall, with the four words "The World is Unavoidable" written on it, which could be seen as Gu Yun's own handwriting.

Apart from the fact that there was a brand new fox fur hanging on the head of the bed, Andinghou's bedroom was almost shabby.

Chang Geng waited for a while, and unknowingly fell asleep on the small table, lying on his chest, and soon he was in a mess.

In a trance, Gu Yun seemed to stand in front of him with his back to him. Chang Geng in his dream was no longer restrained and was much more presumptuous than in reality. He hugged him from behind intimately: "Entertainment Father."

Gu Yun slowly turned around, his eyes were empty, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks: "Call me?"

Chang Geng woke up suddenly with a scream. The cold wind that was swept in from the door was furious and stared blankly at the person walking in from outside.

Gu Yun didn't expect that he was actually in his room, so he quickly turned his hand and closed the leaking door and asked, "Why are you here?"

His voice was a little hoarse and his face looked ugly.

The cold breath hanging on Chang Geng's chest finally vomited heavily when he saw Gu Yun. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference, and he almost felt a sense of ecstasy of losing and regaining ecstasy.

Gu Yun stood with the door frame for a moment, endured a wave of dizziness, and waved to Changgeng weakly, "Come here to help me - I will take you into the palace to wish the emperor a happy new year tomorrow, so I can't get up carefully."

Chang Geng took his elbow and helped him to the bed: "Entertainment Father, what's wrong with you?"

"On the way back, they dragged it to Beidaying and drank too much." Gu Yun didn't take off his shoes and poured it on the bed with his back. As soon as he drank the medicine, his mind buzzed, and he was weak. "Go back early to rest."

Chang Geng frowned - Gu Yun did smell alcohol, but it was not heavy, and he spoke clearly, so he didn't look like he had drunk too much.

However, without waiting for him to ask, Gu Yun had no sound, as if he had fallen asleep after touching his pillow.

Chang Geng had to remove his shoes and socks by himself, and pulled the quilt over to wrap it around him. He always felt that the coldness on Gu Yun's body could not be warm, so he burned the steam brazier in the room a little more, leaned against the bed post and looked at Gu Yun's sleeping face quietly.

"I don't have random thoughts." He silently recited this sentence three times, and then approached Gu Yun like a trembling little animal, as if he wanted to smell the smell on his body, but he couldn't help but hold his breath.

The next day, Chang Geng felt that he had just closed his eyes and had not even had time to complete a nightmare, so he was picked up by Gu Yun. After a lot of trouble, he followed Gu Dashen into the palace in a bad spirit and wished his nominal brother, Emperor Changlong'an.

On the way, Gu Yun said, "The Emperor doesn't have to mind too much about you. When the Empress Dowager was alive, she had some conflicts with the imperial concubine, but it was all about the previous generation, and it had nothing to do with you... Hiss, it was unlucky."

Chang Geng responded absent-mindedly, and when he heard him cursing, he looked up and saw Gu Yun driving in a car with luck.

It is the carriage of Huguo Temple.

The Daliang royal family believed in Buddhism, and even Gu Yun's decisive ancestor was no exception. Especially the current new emperor's prince back then, he would always have to talk to the monks about Zen and Qing dynasties.

But when it comes to Gu Yun’s most annoying life, he was actually not the barbarians from all over the world, but the bald heads.

Especially the old abbot of the bald donkey in Huguo Temple, who didn't know what it means to erectile karma, had a crazy crow's mouth. He asserted since childhood that Gu Yun would defeat his relatives when he grew up.

Marquis Anding has still vented his arrogance on the monks of Huguo Temple.

When the personal eunuch of Emperor Longan Li Feng saw him, he hurriedly trotted over.

Others are big and thick, almost the same height as Mariner Gu, but three times wider than Mariner. They are born with a pair of four-inch-long small feet. They take small steps, like a big leaf iron tree swaying in the wind, very graceful.

This person's surname is Zhu. Others called him Zhu in person, and others called him Zhu Xiaojiao behind his back.

I wish Xiaojiao had a bad reputation and raised two "godsons" with oily heads and flour noodles outside the palace. I don't know what they used for.

Daliang was opened early because of the sea transportation, and the customs of the people were not as conservative as those of the previous dynasty. There was no end to the bad things that were insulting among the nobles and nobles, and this book was nothing. But it would be even better if the eunuch of the little feet did not indulge his godson to relied on his name to grab land and get money.

Zhu Xiaojiao smiled and leaned over to Gu Yun: "Hao and the Fourth Palace have come down? The Abbot of Huguo Temple is talking to the emperor, saying that if you two arrive, you will go in directly. The Abbot of Le Chi hasn't seen you for a long time--oh, by chance, the masters are coming out!"

While talking, the two monks came out from inside one after another.

The Gu Yun in front met him, with a wrinkled walnut face and a sad face, as if he had never eaten a full meal in his life. He was the abbot of Huguo Temple, Ye Chi.

Gu Yun's eyes couldn't help but fall on the man behind him. He was also a monk, in his twenties or thirties, wearing a snow-white cassock, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. His clean monk's shoes were stepping on the path of the imperial city, like an immortal walking on the snow.

Even though Gu Yun hated bald, at that moment, he couldn't help but think of the monk who had traveled to India in the previous dynasty.

The young monk seemed to feel something and looked up at Gu Yun's gaze. His eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a quiet vast sea of ​​stars in his eyes, which made people sink into it with a glance.

The young monk folded his hands together and bowed to Gu Yun from afar.

Gu Yun woke up and looked away, thinking: "Why should I stare at the bald man?"

He ignored the other person, looked away very rudely, and asked Zhu Xiaojiao, "Who is the young white face led by the old bald donkey?"

Zhu Xiaojiao watched him grow up since childhood, knew his temper, and hurriedly said, "That is the abbot's junior brother, Master Leran, who has returned from traveling overseas."

Gu Yun thought to himself: "What a bullshit name, you will be unlucky when you hear it."

Unexpectedly, he didn't like others, but others wanted to come to him.
Chapter completed!