Li Changyuan was embarrassed for the second time and stuttered a little when he spoke: "Miss Liu, this...is both right and wrong..."
"Oh? Could it be that Master Changyuan came here today on purpose? Is there anything unspeakable and hidden?" Liu Xiaomu said playfully.
Li Changyuan had always known that this demon cultivator was very sharp-tongued, so he handed her over and refused to argue with her. He spoke frankly and honestly: "Today afternoon, Henan Yin Xiaojing came to Taiwei Palace to pay an audience and report to Luoyang City the recent strike of Hu merchants.
I want to find a suitable intermediary to negotiate for both sides, so that the Taiwei Palace can release the captured Guijiao believers and their families. I also want to ask the Guijiao to inform Hu merchants to resume the market as soon as possible to avoid public resentment.
tidy."
"So, you followed the little prince's order and came here to find me, hoping that Zoroastrianism and Taiwei Palace would shake hands and make peace?" Liu Xiaomu said in a high-pitched tone, with displeasure.
"Miss Liu has misunderstood Pindao! Firstly, there are not more than one palm in the world who know that you are a Zoroastrian saint. Secondly, there are not more than one palm in the world who know about the acquaintance of Miss Liu and me."
How could the prince send me here to lobby before he knew the truth?"
Li Changyuan hurriedly held up his hands to defend himself. Seeing that she had already believed it, he continued, "When I saw Xiao Jing bursting into tears, I also walked around the city and saw that what he said was eighty-nine percent true. I can't bear the thought of Luoyang.
When trouble comes again, I come here to try my luck."
"Ha! The older Mr. Li gets, the more humble he becomes." Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but joked, "Who doesn't know that you, Li Changyuan, are knowledgeable about the past and present, unparalleled in resourcefulness, and especially good at divination. I've been here a lot recently, and I'm afraid you have figured it out.
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Li Changyuan cupped his hands and smiled, as acquiescence: "Just now I saw that Miss Liu's moves were lightning fast, but she didn't favor any side. I guess she wanted to use Wei Bozhen's hand to contain Taiwei Palace, right?"
Liu Xiaomu snorted coldly and said: "Since they all want the 'Sword Like Water', my aunt will be more generous and ask them to fight over it first. Whoever gets the sword will be asked by my aunt to ask for it!"
Li Changyuan showed a look of understanding and brought the topic back: "So, what do you think of Miss Liu's suggestion just now?"
Liu Xiaomu raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "If I don't agree, what can you do?"
Li Changyuan also felt a headache when he saw how difficult she was to deal with: "If Miss Liu is willing to agree to stop fighting with Wang Jin. If your sect encounters difficulties again in the future and Pindao needs to intervene, you can take this whisk and come to Hengshan to find me."
After saying that, he picked up a whisk with a yellow handle and a black bundle and brought it to Liu Xiaomu. Just from the look of pain in Li Changyuan's eyes, he knew that it was really difficult to let go of the thing in his hand. Today's situation was inevitable.
, so he sent it decisively, so that Miss Liu would be more interested in his proposal.
Sure enough! When Liu Xiaomu saw this whisk, his eyes flashed with stars: "Li Changyuan, are you really willing to give up this 'Three Pure Black Yellow Dust' that Ye Laodao passed on to you?"
Li Changyuan pretended to be magnanimous and said: "Master Luofu Zhenren taught me the 'Sanqingxuanhuangchen', he said that the named utensil has no owner and is given to someone who is destined. Miss Liu has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years. If this thing is given to a Taoist friend, it will be
Aspirations are rewarded."
Liu Xiaomu pushed back the "Sanqingxuan Yellow Dust": "You know that I am used to swordsmanship, but you want me to use a whisk instead. Do you want me not to take the 'Rushui Sword'? Besides, I am not a Taoist priest.
What are you doing holding a fly whisk all day long?"
Li Changyuan saw that she actually refused, but for a moment he couldn't think of any way to impress Miss Liu. He could only spread his hands and said: "Miss Liu, please make a move! Pindao will take over."
Liu Xiaomu nodded slightly and said: "The first one is, of course, to ask Wang Jin to release the captured Zoroastrian believers and family members of the Qin family; the second one is to ask the imperial court to remove Wang Jin from his post as Taiwei Palace Envoy and call him
You can no longer embarrass me as a Zoroastrian. As for the third issue! The middleman you mentioned cannot be a Zoroastrian or a subordinate of the public servant, so that he can be impartial."
Li Changyuan couldn't help but raised his forehead and said: "None of the things Miss Liu said is easy. I have to plan and arrange the first two things to be effective, but the third one seems to be easier."
As he spoke, Li Changyuan put the "Three Pure Black Yellow Dust" back on his waist and continued,
"I came here tonight on my own initiative. Judging from Miss Liu's attitude, I must not like me to be the middleman. Therefore, I took the liberty to ask: Is there any suitable candidate for Miss Liu? Is it a famous scholar or an experienced Taoist monk?
?I wish I could ask Henan Yin to invite him in person."
Liu Xiaomu smiled slyly: "There is one person who is the most suitable! This person has recently become famous. First, he fought in Tongyuan Canal to protect the Jianghu Rangers and fought against our 18th Zoroastrian missionary. Then he ran outside Luoyang City.
Enter the city for me, the Zoroastrian saint, and act righteously..."
Li Changyuan didn't wait for her to finish, his expression changed: "What Miss Liu said, is my disciple attacking Lingzi? This is absolutely not allowed! He is young and has little knowledge, and is hated by Wang Jin, how can he take on such an important task? Such an important thing
Don't say any more childish words."
"If you don't give it a try? How do you know? Isn't it true that you, Li Changyuan, are talking loudly, reciting poems and playing chess with Zhang Jiuling when you are still young? Isn't this child's play?" Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw him like this.
Li Changyuan was speechless immediately. After a while, he said: "I heard that a few days ago, Taiwei Palace ordered the armored guards to fill the city to capture Chong Lingzi. I also ordered people to search for him secretly, but there was no trace of him. Now there is no news about him.
, Pindao feels more at ease, at least he didn’t fall into Wang Jin’s hands, and his life won’t be in danger.”
The implication was that even he didn't know where Yang Chaoxi was hiding. Liu Xiaomu wanted to find his disciple as a middleman, but he was afraid that his wishful thinking would fail.
After hearing this, Liu Xiaomu finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I happened to know where he was hiding, so I recommended him to be the intermediary. In order to make your name Changyuan Master known to both the government and the public, you have taught me a lesson."
What a good disciple! Giggles..."
When Li Changyuan saw this, he realized that he had been teased by Miss Liu again, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
Just as he was about to ask more details, he heard a guard shouting from a few feet away: "Who is that person?!"
The two of them looked at each other, made a decision, and found their own direction. They ran away without a trace in an instant. Only a group of beating torches followed in the distance, and the angry shouts resounded throughout the Shendu Garden...
The next morning, Chu Yang was admitted to the hospital.
The Beggar Gang members who were used to sleeping until three o'clock in the morning seemed to have changed their habits in the past few days. Everyone got dressed early and gathered in a newly opened space in the front yard to watch the gang leader Long Zaitian and Yang Zhaoxi.
Practice new stick techniques.
Some of the gangsters, who were watching attentively, couldn't wait to get the "dog beating stick" and started practicing in the same way. But because they were too close to each other, either you hit him on the head, or he hit you.
Butt... There were screams of pain and curses for a while. Long Zaitian had to stop his hand and slipped out a few noisy thorns from the crowd: "Just let you watch! If you want to try the stick technique, you can go out
Find the vicious dog and try again. The courtyard is so narrow, how can we spread it?"
After some minor punishments and severe admonitions, a few thorns were thrown into the corner and he was striding forward.
Although Yang Zhaoxi is the elder of the Keqing, he can't say anything. After all, the new gang rules set by the leader of the Dragon Gang have already clarified the clause "rewards will be rewarded for meritorious deeds, and punishment will be punished for delinquency." Moreover, the gang leader can decide all major and minor affairs in the gang.
He only punished a few troublemaking Sanbao disciples, and the few Zhangbo didn't even show any intention of interceding, and they all gathered around to watch the fun.
I don't know when, Liu Xiaomu and the saint Xiaoman also stood among the beggars. They looked at Yang Chaoxi with great interest, dismantling the stick technique carefully, and repeatedly demonstrated it to the group of beggars with uneven qualifications. They couldn't help but hide.
Smile with your mouth.
Yang Chaoxi naturally noticed the two women, but they were dissatisfied with the recent actions of Zoroastrianism and deliberately turned a blind eye. After he finished teaching a set of stick techniques, Liu Xiaomu laughed and said: "Young Master Yang's stick techniques are exquisite, but he doesn't know how they compare with the stick techniques from the Western Regions.
Which one is higher or lower?"
When the beggars heard this, they all laughed and said, "Isn't that easy? You will know after comparing yourself."
Yang Zhaoxi had no choice but to put one hand on her hips and the other holding a bamboo stick and said: "If Miss Xiaomu knows any stick skills, you might as well be generous and teach some to our brothers from the Beggar Gang. Besides, it's not a fight here, so why do you decide?"
Do you want to differentiate between high and low?"
The group of beggars laughed again: "That makes sense, that makes sense! Elder Yang is right, you should learn more stick skills."
"If you want to learn the Zoroastrian stick technique from the Western Regions, you have to defeat us first, Young Master Yang!" Liu Xiaomu saw the atmosphere among the beggars rising, and couldn't help but add fuel to the fire with a smile.
Suddenly there was a roar of joy, thunderous applause, and a group of beggars clamoring to see Elder Yang compete with the Zoroastrian.
Yang Chaoxi frowned, stared at Liu Xiaomu and said, "I didn't know Miss Mu knew how to use sticks, so I was just going to ask for advice. If I'm lucky enough to succeed in one and a half moves, I hope you don't break your promise and get fat!"
Liu Xiaomu, however, crossed his arms across his chest and said, "I just said that my Zoroastrian Western Region stick skills are very good. I didn't say that I wanted to compete on my own! Xiaoman, my aunt knew that you have been improving in stick skills recently, so I asked Yang Shaoxia to show you."
Fan!"
"Magu." Although Xiaoman was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to follow the orders given by the Holy Aunt.
So, in the suspicious eyes of Yang Zhaoxi and the beggars, Xiaoman took out a strange flail stick from behind:
This short flail stick is made according to the short flail stick that was shortened by Qin Qing's sword before. The short stick is only slightly longer than an adult's forearm, and is connected with a short section of thin chain in the middle. The end is a rigid belt.
Soft, soft power turns into hardness. A few stick flowers are danced slightly, but they are also very dazzling.
The attention of the group of beggars was immediately attracted by the short flail stick. Even the old beggar Long Zaitian noticed something extraordinary. He allowed the group of beggars to shout and make a fuss, but he also secretly expected in his heart what the skills of the short flail stick were.
So what's the power?
Seeing that he couldn't defeat the crowd, Yang Chaoxi had no choice but to hold his stick and cup his fists and said: "Xiao Man, just try your best to strike. Yang doesn't believe that your Western Region stick skills can beat the eyebrow-length bamboo stick in my hand!"
As soon as the words fell, the shadow of the stick appeared!
The sound of "woo hoo hoo" piercing the air was heard first, followed by the sound of "bang bang bang bang puff" as the two sticks clashed.
The sound of Yang Zhaoxi's bamboo stick was astonishing. Although it did not take in any breath, it was still whistling in the wind. When it reached its peak, everyone could only vaguely capture some fragmentary gray shadows. Once the shadow of the stick flew up, as long as it landed on the ground, it would
It was an earth-shattering cry.
Although the short stick of Xiaoman's flail is short, it does not fall behind. The short stick is like a flywheel, flying back and forth between a pair of jade arms, always catching people by surprise and attacking them unprepared. When the attack is fast, Yang Chaoxi can't resist it and is a little confused.
Fortunately, "every inch is longer and every inch is stronger". Once he was at a disadvantage, Yang Zhaoxi used all his moves, wide open and wide, which instantly extended the distance between the two sides, making it difficult for Xiaoman's offensive to reach him.
The two were fighting vigorously. Only one person squeezed out from the group of beggars, slowly clapped his hands and said: "What a stick! What a stick technique! He can innovate the flail stick and bring it to such a field. He is worthy of being the protector of the Zoroastrian Frost Moon!"
Yang Chaoxi followed the sound, but he was overjoyed. He immediately threw away the long stick in his hand, bowed his hand to the visitor and said: