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"Seventh Prince, this Xiao Que is the son of the Grand Master, and his own cultivation is not simple. In terms of status, he is no worse than Zhang Yun. In terms of strength, even ten Zhang Yuns are no match for him. You, please avoid fighting against him in the future.

Bar."

Sister Fang glanced at Ming Buyu and offered some advice.

In the past three years, Ming Wuyan has spent a lot in her Qunfang Pavilion, and is now the largest customer of Qunfang Pavilion. In addition, he himself is pleasant-looking and seems frivolous, but in the past three years, he has been with her and other girls.

We treat each other with respect.

This made her have a good impression of this prince who was notorious to the outside world.

She knew that Xiao Que was not a simple man, and she also knew that the imperial power was not the only one in this world, so she wanted to persuade him without saying anything.

Ming Buyan asked curiously: "Sister Fang, is the Grandmaster very powerful?"

"There are hundreds of thousands of people practicing martial arts in Daliang, but there are only five grandmasters on the top list. It can be said that they are none among ten thousand. Do you think they are powerful?"

"But no matter how powerful the grandmaster is, he is just one person. Even if he has the courage to defeat ten thousand people, how about one hundred thousand or one million people? How can he still defeat him?"

Sister Fang shook her head and smiled, "Seventh Prince, you have not practiced martial arts. You don't know the breadth and depth of martial arts, and you don't know the terror of a grandmaster. Indeed, a grandmaster cannot compare to an army of 100,000, but he can move freely among the army and take the title of general.

But a person of high rank is searching for the treasure, even beyond the constraints of imperial power!"

Beyond the constraints of imperial power...

This sentence made Ming Buyan's eyes shine with a glint of light.

Grandmaster, how terrifying!

If he could become a master, why should he care about the intrigues in the palace? What could even the King of Liang do to him?

"My Mingyu Jue has reached the sixth level. According to calculations, it should be considered the innate realm, and the master is the next innate state, which is the seventh level of Mingyu Jue! In this way, I am not much different from the grandmaster.

"

Mingwuyan thought to himself.

He suddenly felt like he was about to be free.

In the past three years, he has been walking on thin ice, not daring to express himself rashly, and unwilling to easily get involved in the struggle for imperial power. But now, as long as he is promoted to Grandmaster, all constraints will be easily solved, and he can live a free and easy life!

Seeing Ming Buyan fall into silence, Sister Fang thought that he was intimidated by the Grandmaster's strength, so she continued: "Seventh Prince, don't worry too much. Although the Grandmaster is extraordinary, you are the prince after all, and the Grandmaster will not take it easy.

Move you, as far as I know, there is also a grandmaster sitting in the palace!"

Oh, there is also a grandmaster in the palace?

Ming Wuyan was stunned for a moment.

Over the years, he has not found anything in the palace.

It seems that I still think of the royal family too simply.

You should pay more attention when you go back.

He took a deep look at Sister Fang. He knew that she knew so many things. It was really not simple. I'm afraid she was not a simple brothel proprietress.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as it's not detrimental to him, he can still call the other party Sister Fang.

…………

Ming Wuyan left Qunfang Pavilion and walked towards the palace.

He always walked alone, unlike other princes who were accompanied by guards when traveling, but on the road, he suddenly realized that someone was following him.

However, he didn't say anything and continued walking pretending not to notice.

Suddenly.

A subtle sound piercing the air reached his ears.

The sound was very weak and could not be heard by ordinary people, but it was very human even though it was not spoken. He keenly judged that something was stabbing towards him quickly.

This thing is as thin as a hair needle and as fast as lightning.

hidden weapon?

Ming Buyan pretended to fall and avoided the hidden weapon. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was an ice-blue needle with a hint of cold air coming out of it.

The needle pierced the wall and soon turned into water stains.

Condensed water becomes ice.

Strange martial arts.

When he fell, he saw the fleeting white figure behind him out of the corner of his eye. That was... Xiao Que.

It was the other party who attacked him again.

"What a good guy, the son of a grandmaster, but he is so small-minded. He just argued for a few words in Qunfang Pavilion, and he actually wanted to hurt me?"

Ming Buyan's eyes were a little cold.

He stood up, patted his shoulder, and cursed: "Which bastard threw a banana peel without any sense of ethics?"

Not far away, Xiao Que was a little confused, couldn't he, by chance, a piece of banana peel tripped the dandy prince? Did he escape his plot?

"Do it again."

Xiao Que slightly twisted his fingertips, and a stream of water flew out from the kettle on his waist, turning into an ice needle and shooting towards Ming Wuyan.

suddenly.

A figure appeared behind Ming Buyan, pushed the ice needle to pieces with a show of hand, and the person who came was the proprietress of Qunfang Pavilion, Sister Fang.

"Hey, Sister Fang, why are you here?"

Ming Buyan was surprised when he saw Sister Fang.

Sister Fang smiled slightly, took out a sachet and said, "Seventh Prince, this is the sachet prepared by Yue Ji for you. She asked me to send it to you."

Ming Wuyan took the sachet, put it in front of his nose and took a whiff.

The aroma is light and refreshing, refreshing.

"Sister Fang, please thank Sister Yueji for me."

"good."

After Ming Wuyan turned around and left, Sister Fang's face gradually turned cold. She turned and walked towards Qunfang Pavilion. She stopped when she passed by Xiao Que and said: "Condensing water into ice, Grandmaster Xiao Baifeng's Ice Art does have some skills.

."

"I also thought that you are actually an innate warrior."

Xiao Que said solemnly.

As soon as Sister Fang took action, he could see the other party's cultivation.

innate.

The ultimate master in the world, second only to the Grandmaster.

It is a strength that he cannot match now.

"If you attack the prince, even if you are the grandmaster's son, you will never get any benefits. Or is it that Xiao Baifeng wants to challenge the imperial power?"

"Oh, I don't dare challenge the imperial power. Since you are protecting the Seventh Prince, I will give you a face today."

Xiao Que smiled slightly, then turned and left.

Sister Fang looked at his leaving figure and frowned slightly, "You rashly attack a prince just for a few arguments. With such magnanimity, you can't be considered third on the list of talented people. Or is there something hidden in this?"

…………

Ming Buyan returned to Tianxin Palace with a sachet in his hand and was thinking about what happened today. Like Sister Fang, he also felt that it was too much to rashly attack a prince because of a few arguments in Qunfang Pavilion.

I don’t know the importance of it.

There may be a hidden secret in this that he doesn't know about.

"Is it because of Zhang Yun?"

"No, Zhang Yun doesn't have that qualification yet. Zhang Yun's father, the Minister of Punishment? I heard that the Shangshu of the Punishment Department is from the prince's side."

The Minister of Punishment, the Crown Prince Ming Xiao, the second prince Ming Long who was competing against Ming Xiao... a personal name passed through Ming Buyan's mind.

After thinking for a while, he stopped thinking about it.

When soldiers come, they will block it; when water comes, earth covers it.

In short, let’s improve our own strength first.

He sat cross-legged and continued to practice the Mingyu Technique.

The next day.

[Today’s task: Do 3,000 push-ups]

Ming Buyan glanced at today's task. He was drinking water and almost spit it out. Three thousand push-ups?
To be continued...