Prince Ning covered his face and was a little confused. A red slap mark appeared on his face, his face full of innocence.

To be honest, when the atmosphere is at this point, I can obviously feel that I have done something wrong, but I have no idea where I went wrong.

Prince Ning's heart was a little broken. After all, he was the prince above one person in the court and above tens of thousands of people. He had real power and military power, and denounced the existence of the sky. He was beaten like a grandson by Shi Laodao, and he couldn't fight back for a while.

Shi Laodao took a deep look at Prince Ning and said, "If you really cared about your wife, this situation would not have happened. You are not living up to expectations!"

Upon seeing this, Wen Wanrou took a decisive step forward and stood in front of Prince Ning, and then stopped Shi Laodao's next move.

"Master, the prince was busy with government affairs at the time and was very busy. He really didn't have time. Moreover, Wan'er didn't want to disturb the prince because of her own affairs." Wen Wanrou defended.

"Wanwa, I'm standing up for you, really... alas... forget it." Shi Laodao shook his head and retracted his half-stretched legs and feet.

Prince Ning innocently opened his eyes and looked at Shi Laodao, only to see Shi Laodao glare at him.

"Your wife has a close friend who grew up together. If she hadn't taken care of her since she was a child, your wife would have been starving to death, and she might have been doing entertainment in a bar."

"And her close friend in the boudoir is Lu Miaoping, the wife of the palace owner of Wuyun Palace more than 20 years ago."

Prince Ning's expression paused, and his thoughts seemed to go back to more than twenty years ago, when he came home from the court one day. He was so angry that his sword was stained with blood.

Wen Wanrou knelt in front of her and asked herself to save a few people. She didn't seem to take it to heart. She just said a few words in the scene, and the next day she continued to fight with the group of people in the temple as usual.

This slap didn't seem to be unfair.

"Madam..." Prince Ning said guiltily, looking at Wen Wanrou lovingly.

Wen Wanrou shook her head: "The prince was in a life-or-death situation in the temple at that time. The prince had to ensure that he would follow Prince Ning's 300,000 soldiers for food, clothing, housing and transportation. I understand that if the problem of survival was not handled well at that time, there might not be the Prince Ning's mansion now.

Already."

Shi Laodao turned his back. Fortunately, the sun was covered by clouds at this moment, otherwise the sun would be shining brightly, and Shi Laodao's bald head would probably be unusually conspicuous.

"Master is saying that this Lu Mingjun is probably the son of the original owner of Wuyun Palace." Prince Ning asked.

"I'm not sure, because this kid's talent is so incredible that it scares me. He's less than thirty years old and he kills the fourth best kid in the world and takes revenge. This is no longer something that can be described as a genius."

"Whether he is the heir of the original owner of Wuyun Palace or not, he is worth winning over. If he really has your wife's connection, everything might go much smoother."

"The state above the mountain, where you can realize eternity, live as long as heaven, and command the world, no one dares to disobey..."

Only those who have truly reached the pinnacle of mountaineering can feel how difficult the road ahead is. It seems as if the road ahead is cut off. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to continue on this road.

The road is broken and I can't walk anymore. It seems that I have reached the extreme limit that the world can bear. If I go further, it seems that it is not a glorious road, but an abyss, which is scary!

"Does Master's realm above mountain climbing really exist?" Prince Ning was puzzled.

"No one has verified whether it is true. Even if someone says that he has touched it, it is just a scratch. Even if Wu Chang, the best swordsman in the world, seems to have reached the mountaineering level, in my opinion, it is just a variant of the mountaineering state.

That’s all.”

"Then how does Master determine that Lu Mingjun will definitely be able to reach the top of the mountain? Maybe in the end he will just be the best in the world who has dominated the world for hundreds of years."

Hearing this, Shi Laodao raised his head to look at the sky, then turned to look at Prince Ning.

"Have you noticed that the number of days has changed since the moment Ya'er's doll brought Lu Mingjun close to the palace?"

"The Ziwei Emperor Star, which had been dormant for thousands of years, regained its vitality and began to try to comfort the world with its faint light."

"The world is unified?" Prince Ning's breath was stagnant, and a flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

I saw that at this time, Shi Laodao picked up the tea cup and said nothing

, the divine eyes of the mountaineering realm look to the sky, trying to see through the illusion hidden in the numbers of the sky.

"Zheng!"

At the same moment, blood dropped from Shi Laodao's eyes, and a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth on the ground.

"Master!" Prince Ning's expression suddenly changed.

Shi Laodao waved his hand, picked up his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth. His face looked a bit older, and his voice became a little hoarse: "It's okay... Damn it, I'll only live ten years less."

The corner of Prince Ning's mouth twitched. He looked relaxed, but in fact he was extremely worried. Shi Laodao's longevity was already very low, so how much more would he have left after deducting ten years.

"If I just say a few words, you old thing will lose ten years of your life. I don't want you to poop and urinate while you are lying on the bed!"

Hearing this, Shi Laodao smiled calmly: "You have some conscience."

Immediately afterwards, Shi Laodao waved his hand and started to chase people away: "Okay, if you have nothing to do, don't stay here with me. You can go away."

"As for what I just saw, old Taoist, don't worry about it. If you still want me to live a few more years, just forget about it. The secret must not be leaked."

Just as Prince Ning was about to say something, he saw Old Shi picking up a horsetail whisk, placing it on his wrist, and with a slight wave, Prince Ning and his wife disappeared instantly on the 33rd floor of Qingyun Pavilion.

This ability to change places and move things around has probably gone a long way in mountaineering.

Shi Laotao took a deep breath, returned to the practice room, lit sandalwood, sat cross-legged on the futon, and gradually fell into deep thought...z.br

"There is a time to die and a time to live. No matter what happens, it will be in vain. Once it passes by, there is no doubt in my heart."

This is what Shi Laodao felt when he stared at the sky. This hexagram made him want to scold his mother. Ten years of life was exchanged for a life and death, wealth and honor in heaven.

But whether this was Tianji again warning him not to interfere, I don't know, I can't figure it out.

The so-called Son of Destiny unnaturally interferes with the celestial phenomena, or does the celestial phenomenon allow you to just watch it and not try to act against heaven?

The so-called sky watchers cannot see the whole picture of events, they can only guess the general direction. If they can really predict the future, it is not a mountaineering realm. The future is inherently illusory. They can only observe people's behavior by studying numerology, and then judge based on this. What generally happens after a person's actions.

Things are ever-changing, and the result obtained by Shi Laodao was not bad. It was a winning lottery. Although there was no intention of superiority, there was no disaster of inferiority.

"No matter what, I will stay here in the thirty-third heaven during this period and try not to come into contact with that boy doll."
Chapter completed!