At the same time, in a huge mansion in the capital.
An old man and a young man were sitting in the study, playing chess.
This old man was dressed in a black monk's robe, had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and was in high spirits.
His eyes flashed with sparkles from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.
This old man is no stranger.
It was Monk Yongjue who had previously come to the Central Plains with Yagyu Munokage to study Buddhism.
hiss!
At this time, Monk Yongjue took a deep breath.
He held the white piece in his hand and slowly landed on the corner of the chessboard.
At the end of the day, a plate of demon sword Muramasa's set patterns appeared in front of him.
"The master's chess skills are superb, really amazing..."
Seeing Monk Yongjue drop Bai Zi, a young man in brocade clothes in front of him said: "This demon sword is really weird and changeable..."
This young man has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and an extraordinary bearing.
At this time, he looked at Monk Yongjue and said with a smile.
"Haha, His Highness the Crown Prince has given you too much praise..."
After hearing the young man's words, Monk Yongjue smiled and said, "Your Highness has a quick mind and superb chess skills..."
"If His Highness hadn't pressed forward like this, the poor monk wouldn't have used this demon sword style..."
While speaking, Monk Yongjue picked up the tea cup on the side.
He took a sip of tea and continued: "Your Highness, why haven't you seen Prince Jade in recent days?"
"I have heard for a long time that Prince Jade has extensive knowledge, spanning the past and present, and is also familiar with our Japanese customs. The old monk has been fascinated by it for a long time, but he has never seen it..."
Having said this, Monk Yongjue had a trace of doubt on his face.
"Master, you just knocked me down..."
Hearing Monk Yongjue's question, the young man shook his head and said, "Father, the dragon has always seen its head but not its tail. Even I don't know his whereabouts..."
"You and I should concentrate on the chess game. When father is free someday, I will definitely recommend him to the master!"
As he spoke, the young man smiled slightly.
He picked up a sunspot and was about to drop it.
But at this moment, the young man's expression was in a trance.
At the same time, a sharp pain came from his heart.
Together with the feeling of pain, the young man's arm trembled, and the black piece fell directly onto the chessboard with a crisp sound.
"His Royal Highness..."
Seeing the young man's appearance, Monk Yongjue quickly said, "What's wrong with you?"
"Ah, it doesn't matter..."
Hearing this, the young man shook his head and said, "Maybe he was a little tired, and he felt a little dazed for a while..."
"Amitabha…"
Seeing this, Monk Yongjue softly called out the Buddha's name and said: "In this case, today's game of chess ends here, and the old monk will not disturb the prince's rest..."
"When the prince is well rested tomorrow, you and I can continue today's mess..."
With that said, Monk Yongjue slowly stood up and prepared to leave.
"Master is really considerate..."
After hearing what Monk Yongjue said, the young man said: "In that case, I will definitely have a good fight with the master tomorrow."
As soon as he said this, Monk Yongjue nodded and slowly walked out of the house.
After watching Monk Yongjue leave, the smile on the young man's face gradually faded.
"Someone is coming!"
At this time, he called out.
"Little Lord…"
Following his words, a man in embroidered clothes quietly appeared beside him and said, "What are your orders?"
"Where has my father gone?"
At this time, the young man said in a deep voice, with a hint of uneasiness in his brows.
"My subordinates dare not ask about the prince's whereabouts..."
In response to the young man's words, the man responded.
"Check it out for me..."
At this time, the young man's voice was full of determination: "I've been feeling uneasy since just now..."
"Send out manpower quickly to find out the whereabouts of my father..."
As he spoke, the young man waved his arm.
call out!
With a soft sound, something flew directly towards the man.
When I took it in my hand, I saw it was a warrant.
"yes!"
Seeing the warrant in his hand, the man nodded in agreement, appearing quite respectful.
"Go ahead..."
The young man waved his palm and said calmly.
Whoosh!
Following the young man's words, the man's body flashed and disappeared.
"Father..."
After the man left, the young man looked up at the sky and wanted to say something.
But he closed his mouth again mid-sentence.
Then he shook his head and walked into the side room.
…
Jinling City.
A figure stepped in the air and climbed over the city wall.
He flew lightly, as if walking on flat ground, and galloped towards the city.
This is what the saying goes, "Bow one's body and aura, the universe is stable, and use the emptiness to control the wind and step on the clouds and sky."
This person is none other than Wang Ye.
Although I killed the man, it was not the time to relax now.
Everyone in Jinxiuzhuang fainted from the smoke of Wanmiao San Gong.
If not treated, they will eventually turn into a pool of pus and blood and die on the spot after seven days!
With this thought, Wang Ye's speed became a little faster.
But in the blink of an eye, we arrived at the courtyard of Jinxiu Manor.
However, the moment he fell, everyone was dumbfounded.
Because he was seeing Dr. Zhu sitting alone at the table and chewing.
Eating pork elbow with sauce makes your mouth full of oil.
At first glance, it looks very shabby.
???
Seeing this, Wang Ye couldn't help but be confused.
What's happening here?
Weren’t everyone present being intoxicated by Wan Miao San Gong cigarette powder?
How can this old Zhu bastard still chew so much here?
Thinking of this, he looked at Dr. Zhu and said, "Old Zhu, are you okay?"
"Do you think I'm in trouble?"
Hearing this, Doctor Zhu glanced at Wang Ye and said, "I was born in Yaowang Valley, what kind of strange poison and evil medicine have I not seen?"
"It's just Wan Miao's smoke, can it hurt me?"
As he spoke, Doctor Zhu picked up a chopstick of sauced pork.
What the hell...
Hearing this, Wang Ye cursed secretly in his heart.
On what day does this old bastard still have the heart to eat?!
At the same time, he said: "It couldn't hurt you, why did you faint just now?"
Wang Ye's eyes widened as he spoke.
"If I don't faint, don't I have to fight against the enemy with you?"
After hearing Wang Ye's inquiry, Dr. Zhu shrugged: "I am old and my arms and legs are loose. It is not appropriate to take action..."
"So lying down and pretending to be dead, isn't it normal?"
When Dr. Zhu said this, he looked unsurprised.
"Then you don't fucking save people!?"
At this time, Wang Ye continued to ask: "Still eating here?"
"Aren't you afraid that they will be poisoned?"
"Not - afraid -"
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Dr. Zhu waved his hand and said, "Why does it take seven days to poison someone with Wanmiao Powder Smoke..."
"It's the same if I save people after I'm full..."
"Otherwise, let alone others, this old guy will have to fight for my elbow when he wakes up!"
As he spoke, Dr. Zhu pointed to Li Sanduo beside him, his face full of pride.
Good guy…
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was completely speechless.
As expected, Mr. Zhu’s Zamao is still Mr. Zhu’s Zamao…
He is old and thick-skinned.
The most important thing is that this grandson is so shameless, which is really amazing...