"The treasure map is so large. The words 'Qi Chao Valley' are equivalent to saying: Guess what!"
Wang Huai looked unhappy.
"Why did your father interrupt me before I finished speaking?"
Lao Zhu snorted with a straight face.
"If you can tell fortunes, you will know Feng Shui. If you point out the Feng Shui treasure, it will be the Mausoleum of Emperor Meng Yuan."
If I don't give you some color to see, you don't know why the flowers are so red. Do you think the treasure is the inner treasure of your family?
Wang Huai put away his smile and looked serious.
"Mongolia Gutie doesn't believe in Feng Shui, and Meng Yuan's Imperial Preceptor is not a fool. If you want to find Qi Chaan Valley, you have to fight with the Imperial Preceptor and God!"
Abiao took a deep breath and Lao Zhu leaned forward.
The Mausoleum of Emperor Meng Yuan is where the fate of Ming Dynasty and A Biao lies!
God has set a big gambling game against Ming Dynasty.
The Ming Dynasty won, and the treasures of Emperor Meng Yuan's mausoleum were handed over to heaven.
God has won, there is no more Zhu Biao and no more Wang Huai in the world.
The treasures of the imperial mausoleum may have been buried in history, or they may have been returned to the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
As for Daming, he has a good character and returns to the path of A Biao's death, just as if Wang Huai never came.
If the character is not good, the treasures of the imperial mausoleum will fall into the hands of Meng Yuan, and the Ming Dynasty and Meng Yuan will exchange fortunes.
Wang Huai concluded in the end.
"The bet that Ming Dynasty is betting on is the prince and the country! Is this a bet or not?"
Lao Zhu fell into deep thought.
There is no one in the world who can be afraid of this boy Wang Huai.
In front of Zan and Biao'er, he was trying to save face and didn't go too far.
But that's not fear, it's a kind of respect, like respect for elders.
It seems that he is unwilling to suffer in anything, but in fact, everything he does is changing the Ming Dynasty, and it is a positive change.
There are many things - regardless of whether you can do it well or not, just in terms of attitude, even if you are one of your own, who would risk your life like this?
Especially when it comes to saving Biao'er, who else could be so persistent except his son?
So, is he the heroic grandson?
If so, losing the bet on the Meng Yuan Emperor's Mausoleum would indeed cost the country and the country.
After losing two generations of British masters, who else can save the Ming Dynasty from fire and water?
Lao Zhu pondered for a long time.
"It's not just the prince and the country who will be compensated, but also you, Wang Huai."
Wang Huai did not expect that his status in Lao Zhu's heart would be as high as that of A Biao. Since he thinks so highly...
Wang Huai ran back to the cabin himself, brought a jar of wine and poured three bowls.
"Old Zhu, I'll tell you what you said on the golden stage. The last sentence is in the wine; if I were the bet, I would bet on myself!"
The three of them drank it all in one gulp, and Lao Zhu put down his wine bowl.
"At the same time, you are also a national player in this world. No matter you win or lose, if you come back alive, our Ming Dynasty will not be afraid of running out of firewood."
Wang Huai laughed.
"Then let's fight with Master Meng Yuan first to see who has stronger magic power and who will sacrifice the flag for whom!"
Lao Zhu thought about it for a long time and pondered.
"I heard that Zhang Sanfeng has great magic power. If he takes action, he will be invincible in the world. But we invited him twice and sent a disciple to the palace."
The style of painting changed so quickly that Wang Huai smiled contemptuously.
It is true that Lao Zhu went to Zhang Sanfeng twice, but not for his magic power, but for the recipe for immortality.
Shen Wansan lived to be ninety-four years old, and it is said that he received guidance from Zhang Sanfeng.
Wang Huai seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Does Lao Zhang's disciple have great magic power?"
Lao Zhu noticed Wang Huai's teasing and glared at him.
"Don't you know how to pinch? You can count!"
Wang Huai watched Lao Zhu Emperor Qi in Qinhuai Tower and saw an interesting scene.
An old Taoist named Qiu Xuanqing was practicing swordplay, and Lao Zhu sent flowers to his house, a pair of sisters from the Western Regions who were good at dancing.
When Qiu Xuanqing saw the twins, they had soft waists, slender curves, and fairy-like faces. He was already hard even before they started dancing.
The sword in his hand couldn't be held firmly and he let go. There was a clang, but it wasn't just the sword that fell to the ground.
He accidentally committed suicide...
The excuse was that it was too late and I was afraid that the boy would be in danger and his life's practice would be ruined.
Wang Huai made a gesture.
"His two-inch vanguard is not as good as Hengliang. No wonder the boy's body is still there."
Lao Zhu knew that Wang Huai had figured it out, so he kept a straight face and suppressed his laughter.
"It's a pity that we offended him because of those two girls from the Western Region. He would rather stay with the second child than with us."
What Qiu Xuanqing chose was not a person, but a camp!
Lao Zhu's IQ must have known that Qiu Xuanqing is still alive in this world. It turns out that he also has someone he is afraid of - Zhang Sanfeng.
If one day I lose my mind and go crazy, I can go to the palace and give Lao Zhu a click, but I will say goodbye to riding horses from now on.
A man is a boy until he dies. How can a boy not ride a horse?
Until he sent the two of them back to the palace, Wang Huai did not criticize Lao Zhu.
As he was about to return home, Lao Zhu suddenly spoke.
"Don't run away, kid, I have a horse!"
Wang Huai waited for a while and received a surprise, and they were in pairs.
A pair of clean sisters from the Western Regions were packed and sent to the Xuanlong ship.
Su Yuru was exhausted and Wang Huaizheng had no car to drive with, so he had to drive in a boat.
Sure enough, exotic ships are different from Chinese cars...
No one could get ashore, the boat was rocking all night...
When the Xuanlong boat docked at Qinhuai Tower, the spring night was short and the sun was rising.
The sisters from the Western Regions were unable to walk, so Wang Huai had to arrange for four beauties to help them go upstairs.
"Wow, the twins are so beautiful. They are as good as sister Yuru. Can they speak Jiangnan dialect?"
"I didn't know that the two of them only spoke the same voice all night, and they were exactly the same."
"Our names are An Xian and Anna."
"How do we separate the sisters from each other?"
"Only a fool divides it."
…
Yingtian City, Zongren Mansion.
"Master, we have seen you use your sword to kill an enemy, but the key is how you use your sword to kill yourself! Don't give it to the sisters, give it to me!"
Ah Ming, who is 1.85 meters tall, patted the 1.58 meter Taoist priest in front of him and complained.
The Taoist priest was Qiu Xuanqing who committed suicide in order to reject the beautiful woman.
"Your Majesty, which pot should I not open and pick up? Is it really okay?"
"You call me King Gu Qin. If you are a monk and don't tell lies, aren't you sure that your eldest brother will die?"
"King Qin, if people are in trouble, we won't mention this matter, okay?"
"Now that my eldest brother is not dead, wouldn't my rebellion be seeking death?"
"But King Qin, you are not ten thousand years old yet, at least your capital is still there, unlike Pindao..."
Qiu Xuanqing looked down, shook his head and sighed.
Amin immediately became excited.
"Master is right. My eldest brother was saved by the Taoist priest with a calf-nosed nose. He also asked his father to let him go back to the mountain. The weapons cache must have not been discovered yet!"
The armory is a mine that Amin buried in the capital!
Qiu Xuanqing's thoughts turned to Wang Huai.
Master Zhang Sanfeng didn't dare to take action, but he dared to save the prince again and again? Seriously?
"Isn't this person afraid that his soul will be destroyed?"
At this moment, Wang Huai in his heart turned into the image of Xing Tian dancing with his head in his arms.
Everyone is complying with destiny and becoming enlightened carefully.
Good guy, are you going to directly face Tiandao and output?
"Your Highness, you should stay away from Wang Huai, the boy, and the prince!"
Ah Fang didn't think so, and Qiu Xuanqing issued another ultimatum.
"When you return to Qin, be sure not to cross the boat together. Otherwise, it will cause a huge disaster. I'm afraid everything will end."
Qiu Xuanqing kept his expression very serious.
He was still thinking about A-Fang's counterattack and avenging the bird himself.
If Zhu Ping is affected, such as when Wang Huai and the prince are struck by lightning, and A Ping is on his iron boat, it will become a pot of braised fish.
Ah Fang nodded and changed the subject.
"Master, you are a disciple of the gods. When will the thunder you planted explode?"
"The King of Qin should ask where the explosion was..." This chapter has been completed!