A naughty little Taoist priest came to the Marquis Mansion in white. He called Thirteen and looked at the portrait of the young Marquis in the Marquis Mansion.
In the living room, the three of them sat across from each other. After drinking a cup of fragrant tea, Dao Shisan said that Xiao Bailong had violated a taboo, and if the Taoist priests were not released early, they would probably suffer bad luck.
"I can understand how Brother Tao cares about those Taoist priests, but as monks we are cultivating the Tao, and our lives are in our own hands. I can grasp it. Brother Tao, there is no need to use this trick to fool children." Xiao Bai.
As Long said this, he stretched out his palm and slowly closed his fingers, as if he had already grasped his own destiny.
Xiao Bailong then sighed sincerely: "It's not that I don't want to let go. Without my father's seal of approval, I really can't do anything."
Dao Shisan smiled and put down the white jade teacup in his hand: "I think the young marquis has misunderstood. I just told the young marquis what I saw. I come from the mountains. How about those Taoist priests from the sect?"
, I don’t care much about it, since the young Marquis doesn’t believe it, then just don’t mention it.”
Xiao Bailong smiled and said nothing, saying that of course he didn't believe Shisan's words.
"Both of you are from the south. You have never tasted the food in Chang'an." In order to lighten the atmosphere, Xiao Bailong talked about the food in Chang'an. After all, the thing that can bring people closer together is food. Who in this world can not eat it?
Where is the thing?
Speaking of eating, Xiao Bailong wanted to keep the two of them to eat anyway, and by the way, let Chen Qingshan and Dao Shisan take a look at the Kunlun slave he had just acquired.
Mentioning Kunlun Nu, Xiao Bailong's face lit up. After all, there are three things in Chang'an that represent identity and status: Kunlun Nu, Bodhisattva Man, and Silla Maid.
Kunlun slaves and Bodhisattva barbarians came from overseas, while Silla was a small country in the north of the Tang Dynasty.
Kunlun slaves have dark skin, curly hair, are taller than ordinary Tang people, are very loyal to their masters, and are mostly male. The Bodhisattva has fair skin, is good at singing and dancing, and has an exotic style.
Silla was originally a subsidiary of the Xingchen Sea. Relying on the support of the Xingchen Sea, it provoked the Tang Dynasty several times on the border. The Tang Dynasty sent a marquis there, and it took three days to defeat it. In this way,
There was a tradition of paying tribute to maidservants to the Tang Dynasty.
At that time, the marquis drove a warship into the capital of Silla. He did not kill anyone, but just asked: "Do you want to destroy the country if you still act despite your incompetence?"
From then on, Silla bowed its head obediently and never moved again.
At the banquet, Chen Qingshan saw Xiao Bailong's Kunlun slave. He was barefoot and tall. Although he had no cultivation, even a martial artist in the first level might not be his opponent.
Kunlun slave knelt on one knee in front of the little white dragon and let the little white dragon stroke his head. The lion-like man was as docile as a cat at this time, which gave people a great visual impact.
"It's a very strange bloodline, similar to the demon clan. All their abilities come from the bloodline." Dao Shisan closed his eyes to feel it, and then commented that Dao Shisan's perception ability was very strong, and he hit the nail on the head.
The little white dragon nodded and waved slightly, and the Kunlun slave stood behind him obediently. He was so docile and showed no expression at all. He just did everything the master asked him to do, just like a puppet.
After listening to Dao Shisan's words, Xiao Bailong said proudly: "Of course, a Kunlun slave like me with ordinary blood is already rare. Even His Majesty the Holy Emperor will like the one with top blood."
Chen Qingshan shook his head and just buried his head in eating. He felt that no matter how strong this Kunlun slave was, he would never be able to compare with the warriors of the Tang Dynasty. Because the warriors of the Tang Dynasty had flesh and blood, they would never lower their heads in such a humble way.
In fact, this is also true. At least 80% of the monks on the border of the Tang Dynasty were warriors. It was the warriors who built the border city that would not fall down with their bones and flesh.
Although the warriors don't know any words, they have a spirit of heart. With a spirit of heart, they are destined not to become anyone's slaves. It's just death, and the warriors are not afraid of it.
Chen Qingshan didn't know where the Kunlun slaves were transported from overseas, but Chen Qingshan knew that they had no sense of identity with their own ethnic group, let alone that they were proud of their own civilization and willing to do their own thing like the monks of the Tang Dynasty.
The civilization throws away its head and sheds its blood.
Therefore, Kunlun slaves will always be Kunlun slaves, and Tang people, because of their civilization, will never become Kunlun slaves. Unparalleled cohesion and identity, this is the Tang Dynasty.
"By the way, there was an incident in Chang'an due to the Kunlun slaves." Xiao Bailong drank some wine and started talking.
Xiao Bailong's words quickly attracted the attention of Chen Qingshan and Dao Shisan.
"What's the matter?" Dao Shisan played with the wine cup, stretched out his hand to toast Xiao Bailong, and invisible tentacles slowly climbed up on Xiao Bailong's heavenly spirit, and then lay down.
Little Bailong felt that night had fallen and the sky seemed to be getting a little cold. He drank a glass of wine to warm himself up and began to talk.
"He is a Confucian scholar. He is the only Confucian scholar who dares to argue with His Majesty the Holy Emperor in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and scold His Majesty the Holy Emperor for being pedantic. The key is that he walked out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony safely."
"Hey! Don't tell me, I still admire him." A banquet was laid out on the Bishui Pavilion. The little white dragon on the table looked at the moon in the sky and sighed. After all, everyone admires those who have courage. Even this
The young prince of the Baiyi Hou family is no exception.
And the person who cursed the Holy Emperor must be the most courageous person on that day.
"What happened?" Dao Shisan became curious.
Xiao Bailong tilted his head and gestured to Dao Shisan to look at the Kunlun slaves: "That year, a group of Kunlun slaves with top bloodlines came from overseas. How top-notch were they? Let's put it this way, they were martial artists in the ordinary five realms.
It is no match for any of those Kunlun slaves. Even my father, Bai Yihou, would probably have to suffer for a long time if he bought one of these Kunlun slaves."
"But what does this have to do with that Confucian cultivator and His Majesty the Holy Emperor?" Dao Shisan asked.
Xiao Bailong smiled: "Kunlun slaves of such quality must be paid tribute to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. The person responsible for escorting these Kunlun slaves to Chang'an at that time was a great Confucian of the Sixth Realm. Although he did not come from any academy, he
His strength is stronger than the great scholars of his generation in the academy, so His Majesty the Holy Emperor gave him the management of these Kunlun slaves."
"The mistake was that the Holy Emperor handed over these Kunlun slaves to him. This guy finally secretly released these hard-won Kunlun slaves. When His Majesty the Holy Emperor personally asked the reason in the Hall of Supreme Harmony,
He said that the Kunlun slaves learned some Confucian arts from him along the way and learned about honor and disgrace. Now that they knew about honor and disgrace, they should no longer be slaves, so he took it upon himself to give them freedom." Xiao Bailong added, and said loudly
This Confucian scholar is one of the few wonderful people in the world.
Although Xiao Bailong is a sorcerer, it can be seen from his words and demeanor that he highly respects that great scholar. In his opinion, those who do things that no one in the world dares to do must be the best in the world.
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Dao Shisan looked at the tentacles lying on top of Little White Dragon's head like an octopus, feeling a little unbearable. After all, Little White Dragon seemed to be a straight-tempered person.
Since you can't bear it, just stop reading. Dao Shisan looked away from Xiao Bailong: "What happens later."
"Later, of course, the great scholar and the Holy Emperor cursed each other for a long time in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and finally walked away and swore an oath that they would never enter Chang'an in this life. You know, the Holy Emperor's temper at that time was not as good as it is now. He
He was able to walk out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony unharmed." Xiao Bailong said, sneezing, and there was a sign of wind and cold. It was the tentacles on his head that brought bad luck.
Judging from the monk's body, there is no such thing as wind and cold long ago, even if Xiao Bailong is not a martial artist who strengthens his body, but a warlock.
Monks generally do not get sick, but if a monk gets sick, there is no easy cure, and it may even endanger his own cultivation and life, just like Uncle Qian who faced the Five Decline of Heaven and Man in Kongmingfang.
The bad luck that Dao Shisan brought to Xiao Bailong was not as severe as Uncle Qian's, but Xiao Bailong also didn't have the same level of cultivation as Uncle Qian, so Dao Shisan didn't know whether Xiao Bailong would be like Uncle Qian.
Yes, it's just that Dao Shisan can take away the invisible group of tentacles on Xiao Bailong's head at any time.
Regarding the sneeze, Xiao Bailong didn't take it seriously and just said to himself: "I don't quite remember the name of the great scholar. I only remember that his surname is Bai. He seemed to have disappeared since he left Chang'an.
I haven’t heard any news about him.”
As he spoke, there were more doubts in Xiao Bailong's eyes. Why would such a person, who was destined to leave his mark in history, disappear into the sea of people?