Ying En returned to Tongtian River, and she talked to her father about the gift Mr. Chen gave her.
After hearing this, the old Dragon King was startled and asked: "It's actually like this!"
"No wonder he said it was useless to me."
The old Dragon King suddenly said: "If you find this way, you will find the great road, which will lead you directly to the real dragon, oh!!"
The old Dragon King suddenly sighed and frowned.
Seeing this, Ying En asked: "Dad, isn't this a good thing?"
"Of course I know it's a good thing."
The old Dragon King said: "Originally it was a gift, but now it's great. Instead, I owe him a favor. His favor is too difficult to repay."
After hearing this, Ying En said: "By the way, Dad, Mr. Chen also asked me to pass this on to you."
The old Dragon King took it and looked at it.
Seeing it was an invitation, I took another look at the name on the invitation.
"Tao'er, Tong Zhihuan..."
The day is the second day of June, which is a great day.
"Tao'er, it's that peach tree, right?"
The old Dragon King muttered, touched his chin and said, "But this Tong Zhihuan is actually a mortal."
Ying En was slightly startled after hearing this and asked: "Mortal?"
The old Dragon King nodded and said: "I have met him once before at Liuyun Temple. He is a mortal. However, this person has received guidance from Mr. Chen and has excellent medical skills."
"Is this so..."
After Ying En found out about it, he didn't think it was anything. Instead, he felt that it was a good match.
Ying En came back to his senses and said again: "Isn't dad worried about how to repay Uncle Chen's favor? Uncle Chen even said something at that time."
"What are you talking about?" Old Dragon King asked.
"He said, dad, please prepare the gifts. If the gifts are too light, Uncle Chen will ask you for it."
The old Dragon King was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
But then, he suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter seemed to spread throughout the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river.
"Good morning, Chen Changsheng."
"It's so stinky and shameless! It's so stinky and shameless!"
When Ying En heard her father laughing and scolding, she couldn't help but smile.
Speaking of which, there is not much difference between dad and Uncle Chen.
But there is no way to say this.
Ying En just found it interesting. After all, in all these years, no one had dared to talk to his father like this.
…
The few people in Liuyun Temple have not been idle recently.
Mo Yuan, who had always been a man of words, now became more diligent.
He took Hu Junhan out early in the morning, and took a few invitations with him when he left.
"Where are you going to send the invitation? Do you have to take me with you?" Hu Junhan asked.
"We have to hire more people to support the show. Isn't that what you said?"
"so what?"
"Let's go to Qingyuan Yun Mansion first."
"..."
Hu Junhan couldn't help but sigh: "Why don't you do something better?"
Mo Yuan blinked and said, "What are you talking about? It sounds like I have done all the bad things."
"You're not?"
"Of course not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
Mo Yuan said: "Are you sick?"
"Are you not sick?"
"...pinch!"
Mo Yuan was not just talking. He made a special trip to Qingyuan Yun Mansion, and then went to Tianji Mountain to find the little Taoist priest named Lu Su.
Hu Junhan said: "If you are really good, then go to Yunfu Island."
"Where is that?" Mo Yuan asked.
Hu Junhan said: "Zhao Yuqing's dojo."
Mo Yuan frowned, shook his head and said, "If you don't invite him, I have a grudge against him."
Hu Junhan nodded after hearing this and asked: "What grudge?"
Mo Yuan said: "He was the one who stopped me under the West Bridge when I was on the water. If it hadn't been for Mr., I might have been beheaded and sacrificed to the sword."
"Is there still such a thing?"
Hu Junhan was a little curious, and then said: "Tell me how he bullied you, I want to hear it."
"I really want to kill you."
"Haha, some people get impatient when they talk about sad things."
"..."
They were about to go back, but when they were on their way to the capital, Ying Yuan suddenly stopped.
"I saved this guy named Zhao's life last time, and he hasn't paid back yet."
"Human Emperor?"
"kindness."
"this……"
Hu Junhan said: "I won't go. If you are not afraid of getting involved in karma, you can go."
"I'm alone, what do I have to be afraid of?"
Mo Yuan didn't care, and then fell from the sky into the palace.
…
Above the court hall.
There were hundreds of officials, some of whom were reporting on the fighting situation of the rebels in the south.
The atmosphere is a bit gloomy.
Over the years, the rebels have been entrenched in Xiangnan, taking advantage of water conservancy and terrain, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. This has also caused the Daxiang army to suffer a lot, and it has been in a stalemate for several years now.
Zhao Zhen, who was sitting in the court hall, looked gloomy.
Over the years, he has become more and more anxious, and even looks forward to launching troops against Xi Xiao tomorrow. However, now that his internal worries are unresolved, he cannot feel at ease. If this continues, he will inevitably feel depressed.
"It should have been eradicated back then!"
Zhao Zhen gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
Seeing this, all the officials did not dare to say anything and all lowered their heads.
The court hall suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.
Just when Zhao Zhen was about to get angry.
But there were a few footsteps.
He raised his eyes and looked up, but was suddenly startled.
I saw a man in black clothes walking outside the main hall.
Zhao Zhen immediately recalled who this person was, and his heart was shocked, and all the anger dissipated at this moment.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Zhao Zhen opened her lips slightly and looked at the officials, but the officials in the hall seemed invisible and remained silent.
He suddenly understood.
His eyes met Mo Yuan's, and that familiar feeling of oppression came again.
When Mo Yuan came to the dragon chair, there were a few strands of blood in Zhao Zhen's eyes.
It can be seen that it is indeed a bit uncomfortable.
Seeing that the king had not spoken for a long time, all the officials in the hall looked up secretly and felt strange.
The eunuch on the side reminded him when he saw this.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"
Zhao Zhen seemed not to hear it, staring straight ahead.
Mo Yuan took out an invitation card from his arms and placed it on the table.
"The person may not be there, but the gift will definitely be received."
After Mo Yuan said this, he turned around and walked out of the court.
The eunuch on the side saw a red sticker suddenly appeared on the table, and his eyes widened immediately.
The pressure dissipated, and Zhao Zhen suddenly came back to her senses.
His eyes suddenly looked at the eunuch beside him.
The eunuch trembled and quickly looked away.
When Zhao Zhen saw this, she reached out and put the invitation into the sleeve of her dragon robe.
"Retreat from the court."
He hurriedly retreated.
But all the officials in the hall were confused.
"What's going on? Why did you withdraw from the court?"
"What's going on, Your Majesty?"
But all officials can't find the answer.
Zhao Zhen returned to the imperial study and ordered all the palace maids and eunuchs to retreat. No one was even left at the door.
Only then did he take out the invitation and read it.
"Tong Zhihuan..."
Zhao Zhen suddenly thought of it.
Isn't this person the remnant of the old scene where the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal was killed?
After Zhao Zhen wrote down the date and place, she burned the invitation.
He looked at the shriveled and blackened green tangerines on the table, and recalled in his mind the face he saw in the main hall.
Zhao Zhen was confused and a little lost.
He suddenly hit the inkstone on the table on his hand, and the pain woke him up.
.
.
But that night, an old eunuch suddenly died in the palace.
It is said that he slipped and fell into the well, and the housekeeper specially ordered the well to be sealed.
But everyone who understands knows that the old man has either offended someone he shouldn't have offended, or he knows something he shouldn't know.