Chapter 335 The confrontation between the temple and the mountains(1/2)
There are small inns on the border, a mixture of good and bad people tonight.
The girl Yao Lingzhi's breathing became heavy after the five people walked out of the house.
This made her feel incredible.
Facing the fear of the young follower, it was more of an intuition mixed with many complex emotions. A weak woman faced a man with ulterior motives, a lower-ranking person feared the invisible power, and people with a good nature would naturally avoid ghosts.
only.
But when Yao Lingzhi looked at the suffocation of the five people on the same floor, it was very intuitive.
In the same forest, rabbits and deer meet tigers. In the same river, fish and shrimps meet dragons.
Yao Lingzhi has been serving as a frontier scout for three years. He has been involved in two life-and-death battles where his life was hanging by a thread. Yao Lingzhi has never given in. Logically speaking, he shouldn't feel this way.
She is the most outstanding martial arts genius of this generation of the Yao family. At only fourteen years old, she has already reached the fourth level, and is expected to break through the bottleneck. No matter she is a fifteen-year-old fifth-level martial artist, or even a seventeen-year-old fifth-level martial artist, she can
She deserves the word "genius". Looking at the Daquan Dynasty, whether in the military or in the world, Yao Lingzhi is a first-class jade. With a little polish, she can shine. No one doubts that she can successfully join the ranks in the future.
In the wind-controlling realm, he became a martial arts master in Xiongzhen.
There is no doubt that masters from the military are particularly lethal.
On the rivers and lakes, masters often fight against each other, most of which are well-matched contests. On the battlefield, what is pursued is that one man is in charge, and it is the enemy of a hundred or a thousand enemies.
Yao Ling's hand clenched an object that looked like a silver ingot. It was the priceless military armor pill, and it was ridiculed as the "water puddle armor" and the "pond armor" by the mountain qigong practitioners.
The Golden Crow Jingwei Jia is a veritable magic weapon of the Immortal Family. This is evident from the high expectations that the Yao family of the border army had for Yao Lingzhi.
The young retinue looked at the five people on the second floor, slapped the table, and pretended to be angry: "You are trying to scare me because of the large number of people?"
When the young man said this, his eyebrows were smiling.
There were three tables of people in the inn, and hundreds of fine knights outside. Maybe he felt a little shameless, so he couldn't help laughing.
Two tables of military elites who looked like retinues also started to enjoy themselves.
They didn't take the movement on the second floor seriously at all. Although the people upstairs were very powerful and even a bit shocking, so what?
Just a charlatan.
The Jianghu people of the Daquan Dynasty have long had their backbones broken. They are just a bunch of running dogs lying at the door of the temple, wagging their tails and begging for mercy.
And the man who broke the backbone of the entire world with his own hands happened to be sitting at the wine table in the inn today.
Those who are good will not come, and those who come will be unkind.
The innkeeper's wife, nicknamed Jiuniang, did not relax because of Chen Pingan's appearance, but her mood became increasingly heavy.
The Third Master had already reported his name before, but the other party was still so aggressive. It was obvious that he came for the word "Yao".
Once a dispute arises, I am afraid that the other party will take the lead and the Yao family will be in trouble.
The old hunchback stood on the other side of the curtain and nodded to the woman.
The woman smiled bitterly. The other party was simply a drunkard who didn't care about drinking. Maybe he was just afraid that the world would not be in chaos and he wanted to drag the entire Yao family into trouble.
She clearly knows that the Yao family should be quiet in the current changing situation, and she and the inn can only tolerate it as long as they can. But she can't persuade everyone on the second floor to retreat at this time. People are kind and kind to help you.
, but you want others to act like cowards. Women really can't do such a thing.
The green-shirted scholar wondered: "Who are these people?"
The woman smiled bitterly and said, "You can't afford to offend a nobleman from the capital."
The scholar said oh and hesitated for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, the woman said helplessly: "Zhong Kui, I beg you, please stop making trouble. Things are very troublesome now and I am not in the mood to talk to you."
The scholar sighed and actually closed his mouth.
Chen Ping'an looked down at the lobby on the first floor and asked, "Isn't it unkind to bully a woman like the boss lady?"
The young retinue said with a smile: "I came out to do business and poured a few glasses of wine for the guests. Why did I get bullied?"
Chen Pingan pointed to the young man's heart and said, "Ask yourself."
The young man was startled at first, then he picked up the wine bowl, took a big sip, wiped his lips and said with a smile: "If Old Master Chu of the academy says this, I will definitely weigh it carefully. As for you, are you worthy?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The truth is the truth, who should say it? Don't you just bully the weak and fear the strong? I believe that as long as the fist is harder than yours, you will listen whether it makes sense or not, right?"
The young man nodded, "I heard these words, they do make sense."
Then he threw the wine bowl casually, raised his arm high, spread his fingers, and made a fist lightly, "Then let's see who has the harder fist? I want to see how many people dare to follow him in Daquan.
I'll arm-wrestle."
The woman was worried that Chen Ping'an was young and energetic and took the lead in taking action. Then he would suffer a big loss and still be responsible for the loss. She quickly reminded her: "Young master, don't be impulsive. These people were ordered to leave the capital and have holy intentions. If you take action first,
It makes sense and I can’t explain it clearly.”
The young guard's eyes were gloomy, and he turned to look at the woman, "Shut up! What qualifications does a widow with broken shoes have to interrupt? Do you know who I am?"
The woman's face was ashen.
The young guard pointed at Jiuniang, then pointed at Chen Ping'an and others on the second floor, and sneered: "Yao Jiuniang secretly colluded with people from other countries and tried to rob the prison car. He committed a heinous crime."
The woman was so distraught that she finally yelled angrily: "Who the hell are you little bastard?!"
The young man pointed to himself and said innocently: "Me? Little bastard?"
He coughed, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile: "According to Mrs. Yao, Gao Shi is really an old bastard. Haha, do you think it's funny or not? When I get home, I must tell this joke to you."
Gao Shi really listens."
The woman Jiuniang and the hunchbacked third master looked at each other, and their hearts were shocked.
Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen!
The only remaining Duke of the Daquan Dynasty is deeply relied upon by His Majesty today.
Daquan has been at peace for a long time, and the Liu family has been in Zuo for two hundred years. At the beginning of the founding of the country, foreign surnames were granted titles, and a total of three princes and seven princes were awarded. However, the ones who can inherit hereditary power are only Shen Guogong, and the rest have been defeated by their ancestors.
He has earned his job with his life, but Duke Shen has only one son, a son of old age. He is Gao Shuyi, the Duke of Xiaoguo. This guy is a famous domineering grandson in the capital. He is well-known in both the government and the public. He has caused great disasters time and time again by relying on his ancestor's influence.
, but he was safe and sound time and time again. His Majesty the Emperor was so tolerant towards Gao Shuyi that none of the princes and princesses could compare to him.
Therefore, there is a saying in the official circles of the capital that when the prince of a small country leaves the palace, the earth will shake.
How could such a notorious nobleman take part in this trip to the south? Although His Majesty the Emperor gives preferential treatment to Shen Guogong's lineage, His Majesty's wisdom will never allow him to be such a child's play.
In the Daquan Dynasty, the person least afraid of getting angry is probably the lawless Gao Shuyi.
Song Xiao, a great general with outstanding military exploits and also the Minister of War, could only call Gao Shuyi a bully after his eldest grandson was bullied by Gao Shuyi.
On the second floor, Wei Xian softly explained the background of Shen Guogong to Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an nodded, and just when everyone thought he was about to retreat, in a blink of an eye, he shrunk from the second floor to the small country's young master.
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On the road outside the inn, a cavalryman sitting behind the groom was chewing dry food that was difficult to swallow, and occasionally picked up a water bottle and took a few sips.
He raised his head and saw a homing pigeon flying behind the inn. Immediately, someone rushed over, waiting for the rider's order. On this person's shoulder was a snow-white, handsome eagle. The rider waved his hand, "Ignore it."
The man quietly retreated.
The cavalryman was the first person to come to the inn to deliver the news. The coachman beside him stood straight and did not dare to move.
An old man lifted the curtain and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, why don't you follow me into the inn?"
The man smiled and shook his head.
Self-discipline is a university subject.
Controlling people is not difficult for people like them who were born into an imperial family. They have been exposed to it since childhood and can learn from history.
Two Qi practitioners, one old and one young, were sitting cross-legged in the vehicle. They were responsible for watching the heaviest prisoner being escorted to Mirage City, the capital of Daquan. The person who spoke to the knights was a man wearing a purple Taoist robe.
An old man wearing a fishtail crown holds the end of a rope in one hand and a whisk in the other.
The prisoner's hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his head was lowered and he could not see his face clearly.
The golden robe was in pieces, with vajra-like objects nailed into his wrists and ankles.
In addition, a black rope was tied around his neck, and a section of the rope was held in the hands of the old monk.
The most miserable thing about the prisoner was that a flying sword penetrated his head between his eyebrows. The tip of the sword penetrated from the back of his head and was inserted into his head.
This felon is an orthodox mountain and water god. He was once a peak Qi practitioner in the Seventh Realm. In his jurisdiction, he was at least an Eighth Realm practitioner. He became a king and a saint in a mountain and water, and even faced the Golden Pill in the Nine Realms.
To be continued...