Chapter three hundred and forty-eight has lost his demeanor
Liu Mingzhi looked at Li Zheng's portrait and said something to himself. He stood up and patted the dust on his clothes a few times, then turned to look at Zhou Fei, who was standing at the altar table with a complicated expression.
"Old Zhou, are you going to continue to accompany your father here, or are you going to go out with me for a visit?
This kind of scene may only happen once in a lifetime. If you miss it, it will be a bit regretful."
Lao Zhou looked a little hesitant. He stroked the messy whisk in his hand for a moment, then nodded slightly to Young Master Liu.
"Old slave, please accompany your consort on a trip. Not only to witness a rare scene in this world, but also to skim the formation to avoid making too much noise and disturbing His Majesty's spirit in heaven."
Liu Mingzhi was not surprised, smiled casually, turned around and walked out of the entrance of the main mausoleum.
Lao Zhou looked at Liu Mingzhi's back, which seemed as stable as a mountain, bowed to Li Zheng's portrait a few times, flicked his fly whisk and followed towards Young Master Liu's figure.
The moment Lao Zhou walked out of the entrance to the imperial mausoleum, his aura suddenly changed. His rickety body, which was about to rot, deformed like a sharp blade that had drunk blood.
The hunched old man sitting cross-legged on the futon just now seemed to have turned into a tiger descending from the mountain in the blink of an eye.
The fierce aura disappeared in an instant, and Lao Zhou returned to his unattractive and rickety appearance, as if the previous terrifying aura was just an illusion.
Liu Mingzhi, who was walking in front, felt the fierce aura coming out of Lao Zhou behind him. He paused slightly, and then continued to move forward silently.
He had no intention of looking back at Lao Zhou.
Liu Mingzhi's fingertips gently tapped the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword, and he looked at the scenery around the main tomb with a look of sadness.
Although it is now the end of August, the scenery around the imperial mausoleum is still pleasant.
Innateness, even if it is old enough to lie in a coffin, it is still innateness. It is innateness that can come and go freely even among thousands of troops.
Although he cannot defeat thousands of troops, even thousands of troops cannot defeat the innate master.
It is true that people are old, but their realm is not old!
Liu Mingzhi was a little confused and a little hesitant. He didn't know whose camp Lao Zhou, a long-established innate master, would stand in later.
He may stand in his own camp because of the face of the third princess, or he may stand in the spy's camp just like the time when Fengyundu happened.
After all, no matter how time passes, Lao Zhou is still the same slave of the Li family as before. This will not change anything because of the passage of time.
Judging from Lao Zhou's loyal behavior of staying outside the Broken Dragon Stone to guard the mausoleum of his father, Emperor Li Zheng, for decades, there may be a greater chance that he will stand in the shadow of the spy.
Or maybe Lao Zhou will remain neutral and wait for both sides to see what happens. But how likely is this?
Liu Mingzhi himself didn't have any confidence, after all, only the human heart in the world was unpredictable.
Just as Yao'er said in the study a few days ago, with the existence of an innate master, one must guard against possible accidents.
Alas! Let’s take it one step at a time. I hope Lao Zhou won’t be as stubborn as the film owner and others.
Liu Mingzhi's thoughts were racing, and he and Lao Yiyi left the main tomb of the imperial mausoleum one after another, and rushed to the location of Shadow Master, Liu Xuan and the others.
The sharp eyes under the cloak of the film host saw Lao Zhou behind Young Master Liu. The surprise in his eyes flashed away, and he gently raised his hand and gave Lao Zhou a fist.
"General Manager, I'm very polite."
Old Zhou sighed faintly, flicked his fly whisk and returned a salute to the shadow master.
"Brother Li, I'm so polite."
The two seemed to be very familiar with each other, but they didn't seem to be very familiar with each other. They just exchanged casual greetings and said nothing more.
It may also be because Mr. Liu was caught in the middle and it was inconvenient to say anything.
"Brother, nothing unexpected happened, right?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Xuan, who was approaching silently, and nodded imperceptibly.
"Nothing unexpected has happened yet. Just wait and see what happens and don't be careless. Everything depends on big brother's eyes. Don't act rashly without big brother's instructions.
This imperial mausoleum seems peaceful, but who knows how many murderous intentions are hidden in private! If you are careless, you and I, brother and sister, may be in bliss early today.
Put away the flare in your cuff, but be sure nothing goes wrong."
Liu Xuan nodded cautiously with a pretty face, then quietly retreated to a position three steps away from her elder brother and stood quietly.
The film owner casually put down his slightly withered hands, and looked at Liu Mingzhi with a sharp gaze, as if he did not see the scene where the two brothers and sisters gathered together and whispered.
"Your Majesty, I have set up some wine in the pine trees two miles away in the southeast corner. The sky is clear today and the wind is gentle. It is a good time to drink. I have invited the prince to come and have a few drinks.
I just wonder if the prince dares to go?"
Liu Mingzhi reached out and took off the Wanli Jiangshan jade fan from his waist, swinging it casually and fanning it gently. He looked at the film owner with calm and deep eyes for a moment and smiled lightly.
"Senior is joking. Since I have been invited to come to the banquet, how can I not go and why don't I dare to go? Could you please lead the way, senior?"
"Your Majesty, please."
"Please."
About halfway through the incense stick, Liu Mingzhi and his party stopped among the pine trees in the southeast corner of the main mausoleum.
There is a low table placed in a relatively open position in the forest. There are four jars of wine on each side of the low table. The obvious traces of time on the wine jars indicate that they have been stored for many years.
Fine wine.
On the low table were placed two exquisite dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, as well as two sets of wine sets placed opposite each other. Although it was not grand, it still had a sense of elegance.
There are dozens of figures in black robes standing under the cypress tree behind the low table. Fifteen of them are covered in black cloaks just like the film's protagonist. Only a pair of eyes and a little face are exposed. As for their identities, their identities have not been revealed.
And metaphor.
If nothing else goes wrong, it must be the four great Dharma Kings of Wind, Thunder, Rain and Lightning from The Secret Agent, as well as the remaining eleven Shadow Dharma Protectors.
Liu Mingzhi's eyes never moved away from them after seeing them for the first time. He looked calmly up and down at the fifteen cloaked men a dozen steps away, as if trying to identify the specific identity of each of them.
Liu Mingzhi had an encounter with these masters when he was in Fengyundu, and later met several of them again at Tao Ying's home.
To say that he was not familiar with them, Liu Mingzhi could never forget the past when these people almost killed him. To say that he was familiar with them, Liu Mingzhi had never seen the true face of any of them in Lushan.
The dead Mao Ying was naturally not among them.
It was very helpless to say that if they didn't reveal their identities, I wouldn't be able to recognize who they were just based on their current appearance.
The shadow master didn't care that Young Master Liu carefully scrutinized the behavior of the Four Dharma Kings and the Shadow Protector, and pointed at the table in front of him where the wine and food were placed and waved his hand.
"Your Majesty, please sit down and have a glass of wine. I hope Your Majesty won't dislike it."
Liu Mingzhi's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he glanced faintly at the environment in the pine forest. He raised his hand and smiled lightly, taking off the bamboo hat on his head and sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the low table.
"Senior, please sit down, too."
After seeing Young Master Liu take his seat, the film owner silently walked to the futon opposite Young Master Liu, adjusted his black robe, and sat down cross-legged.
Liu Mingzhi waved the folding fan in his hand and looked thoughtfully at the shadow master opposite, who was completely shrouded in a cloak.
"Senior, today, you and I are sitting across from each other and drinking. Don't you still want to let this junior see your true face in Lushan?
To be honest, although we are not too familiar, the junior is very curious about the identity of the senior!
Of course, what the junior is talking about is not the senior's current identity as the spy master, but the senior's appearance and ordinary identity.
You and I have been in close contact with each other for so many years. The senior knows everything about the junior, but the junior knows very little about the senior.
Even if you only know a little bit about it, you are already a junior. I am exaggerating in order to save my face. Seniors, you have the ability to see the beginning but not the end. I am afraid that even if you walk up to the juniors with your true colors on weekdays, juniors, I may not be able to recognize the master.
Right in front of you.
Now that you and I are sitting opposite each other drinking, shouldn't the senior openly let the junior see his true face?
After all, it is unbecoming of a gentleman to cover your face with a cloak while drinking with distinguished guests!"