Qixia Street, Xunyang Houfu.
Looking at Venerable Luo, the old housekeeper looked extremely solemn and said in a deep voice: "The so-called old friend turns out to be you."
"Tong Ji, when I first saw you, you were still a young man, but now you are like this. Time is not forgiving." Venerable Luo sighed with regret, looking very nostalgic.
The old steward said: "What is the purpose of your visit, Your Majesty?"
Venerable Luo said with a smile: "How come we are so indifferent when old friends meet again? Speaking of which, when the Marquis was born, I hugged him and even taught you how to practice martial arts. After all, I am half your teacher."
The old housekeeper was silent, then bowed and said, "Then, what is the purpose of your visit, Your Majesty?"
Venerable Luo narrowed his eyes and said, "I came to visit the Marquis."
The old housekeeper frowned and said, "The Marquis is no longer here."
Venerable Luo's expression changed drastically and he said, "What's going on? Why didn't I hear it?"
The old housekeeper looked at him, not knowing whether the other party really didn't know or pretended not to know, and said lightly: "That was all many years ago."
Venerable Luo shook his body and said sadly: "I am now sitting in the Kutanwu Shrine and busy with everything, so I never had the chance to see him. Unexpectedly, we have been separated forever. He has lived a miserable life since he was a child, and yet he has returned. Those who walk in front of me are actually giving gifts to those with black hair."
Seeing that Venerable Luo's sadness did not seem to be fake, the old housekeeper's expression also softened, and he said softly: "My condolences, Venerable, people's life and death cannot be controlled. Monks only seek immortality, but immortality does not really exist."
Venerable Luo wiped his tears and said, "Take me to worship."
The old housekeeper hesitated and said: "The body of the Marquis is not here, and there is no memorial tablet."
Venerable Luo frowned and said, "How could it be so? Is there something hidden?"
The old housekeeper said: "This is the Marquis's own affairs, so I won't bother you, Your Majesty."
Venerable Luo said in a deep voice: "This is nonsense. If the Marquis is killed, how can it be none of my business!"
The old housekeeper said nothing.
Of course there is something hidden in this, but no one in the old housekeeper would believe it, not even Venerable Luo.
Seeing his appearance, Venerable Luo pondered for a moment and asked, "Can the Marquis leave an heir?"
The old housekeeper nodded and said, "The young Marquis is in the house."
Venerable Luo stepped straight into the Hou Mansion.
The old housekeeper paused for a moment before following him.
The man in a goose-yellow gown followed closely behind. Only when he actually entered the Marquis's residence did he realize that the decoration here was quite luxurious, with valuables everywhere.
Coming to the courtyard where Jiang Wang was, looking at the sickly man lying on the wicker chair, Venerable Luo asked in surprise: "Is that the young Marquis?"
The man in the goose-yellow gown looked at it and said with a smile: "If it hadn't moved a few times, I would have thought he was dead."
Venerable Luo glared at him when he heard this.
The old housekeeper said: "The people under the venerable do not understand any rules. If they continue to talk nonsense, I will educate them for the venerable."
Venerable Luo used his eyes to stop the man in the goose-yellow gown who wanted to speak, and said to the old housekeeper: "The Lupu Rong family is a big family, young and energetic, and a bit domineering. In fact, he is pure at heart and has no ill intentions. Don't be angry. I will teach him a lesson when I get back."
The Lupu Rong family can be regarded as a family of warriors and they are loyal to the Martial God Temple. The old housekeeper dislikes those who act unscrupulously because they rely on power, but he did not say anything else at this moment.
Venerable Luo came to the wicker chair, looked at Jiang Wang who looked extremely good-looking, and said with a smile: "As expected, you are the son of the Marquis. You have taken advantage of all the advantages of their couple. I am afraid that there will be no one like you in the entire Sui Kingdom." Good-looking man."
Jiang Wang raised his eyes and said casually: "Is this old man my father's old friend?"
Before Venerable Luo could speak, the man in a goose-yellow gown jumped out again, "In front of you, Venerable, it's okay if you don't stand up and salute. Why is your attitude so casual!"
Jiang Wang glanced at him and said, "It's none of your business."
This made the man in the goose yellow gown very angry.
Venerable Luo had a sullen face. This was the second time he had stared at the man in a yellow gown since arriving at the Marquis Mansion. He was getting older, and he felt that his eyes were a little sore.
"It doesn't matter, I am the elder, and the young Marquis is just like my own grandson. What does it matter whether he is greeted or not?"
Venerable Luo waved his sleeves and drove the man in the goose-yellow gown aside. He looked at Jiang Wang with a smile on his face and said, "Now that you are the head of the family, and you will inherit the throne in the future, you will also be a powerful person in the Sui Kingdom. I think you are weak." , I have never practiced martial arts, and I have never practiced martial arts. When I heard about the Marquis, I am filled with guilt and want to teach you well. Would you like to practice martial arts with me?"
Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you very powerful?"
Venerable Luo laughed and said: "It can only be said that in the entire Kutan, except for the Sword God and his younger brother and the sacrificial wine from Yuyuan Academy, and including that old stubborn man from Qingxuan Department, there is no one more powerful than me."
Jiang Wang thought it wasn't that powerful. If you remove a few more, would it still be necessary to arrange them?
But since he was a martial artist, his eyes also lit up slightly.
Sun Qingyi has come to the Hou Mansion to teach Xiaoyu martial arts. The Venerable Luo in front of him must be much stronger than Sun Qingyi.
He said: "I have no idea of practicing martial arts, but my maid is quite qualified. Can the old man teach her?"
Venerable Luo's smile froze on his face.
The man in the goose-yellow gown jumped out again at the right time, "What are you thinking? Your Majesty wants to teach you martial arts, so you should be grateful. Who are you insulting if you want to let His Majesty teach you a humble maid?"
This time Venerable Luo did not stop him.
After all, what he said was very pertinent. How could he, the majestic Lord of the Martial God Temple, teach a maid how to practice martial arts?
Jiang Wang's expression slowly darkened.
Not to mention anything else, the word "despicable" has already touched his anger.
Although he was temporarily unable to use the power of the Kingdom of God, Yeyoushen had almost recovered. Just when he was about to take action, he saw Sun Qingyao and Xiaoyu coming over.
"Sir, Xiaoyu's talent is indeed extremely high. I only taught her for two hours and she has already broken through again."
Sun Qingyao was very excited. He had never seen a martial artist with Xiaoyu's qualifications before.
Not only did he break through to the peak of the second level, he even made Qi flow through his limbs and bones, achieving results that only a third level warrior could achieve. To put it more exaggeratedly, Xiaoyu could defeat a hundred warriors of the same level.
Sun Qingyi didn't pay attention to the atmosphere here and continued: "Although I don't want to admit it, my subordinates have nothing to teach her. Next, we only need to consolidate the foundation step by step and then condense the true energy. This kind of thing is for outsiders. We can’t help each other.”
Jiang Wang put aside his anger for the time being, looked at Xiaoyu with great joy, and said, "As expected of my maid, the chief steward, she is really good."
Xiaoyu lowered his head a little shyly, with a cold face, making such a gesture. Although it was a bit strange, Jiang Wang looked at it and felt it was even cuter.
Venerable Luo's eyes fell on Xiaoyu, and his expression gradually became shocked.
It is indeed an excellent foundation for practicing martial arts!
Hearing Sun Qingyi's words, he was convinced that Xiaoyu's level was not high, but he had already entered the stage of condensing his true energy. Such qualifications were simply unbelievable.
Venerable Luo immediately turned to Jiang Wang and said, "Little Marquis, I agree and am willing to teach her martial arts!"
Jiang Wang frowned and said, "But I don't want to now."
Venerable Luo's face stiffened slightly.
The man in the goose-yellow gown said angrily: "She doesn't know how to commend her. Your Majesty is willing to teach her. It's true that smoke comes out of ancestral graves. She is a blessing that she cannot ask for in several lifetimes. How dare you refuse?!"
"Shut up!" Venerable Luo was very angry. This guy failed to achieve anything but failed.
Jiang Wang said coldly: "I will help Xiaoyu find a more powerful teacher. It's okay not to have this blessing of smoke rising from the ancestral grave."
Venerable Luo said: "Don't be angry. This child is a bit arrogant and domineering, but you can't delay Xiaoyu's qualifications. Besides, I taught her, and I am your father's elder, so I should do my best."
Even so, Jiang Wang's temper could not be easily stopped. He said in a deep voice: "Then let the man who spits shit kowtow to Xiaoyu to apologize."
Xiaoyu was confused, she didn't even know what happened.
The man in the goose-yellow gown became angry because of embarrassment, "I am the legitimate son of the Lupu Rong family and a second-rank attendant of the Kutanwu Shrine. It is simply unreasonable for me to kowtow and apologize to a humble maidservant!"
Jiang Wang's expression became even gloomier.
This is the second time.
As the saying goes, there are only three things to do, and his anger has already surged into his throat.
Venerable Luo's face was expressionless.
It was obviously very difficult for Rong Yulu to kowtow and apologize, but he was very pleased with Xiaoyu's excellent qualifications, so he simply watched and let the young people solve it themselves.
Jiang Wang looked at Sun Qingyi, who understood.
He walked straight towards Rong Yulu, clasping his hands together and making a sound of bones.
Venerable Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, but remained indifferent.
Rong Yulu sneered and said, "What, you want to do something? Then I will play with you."
He pulled out the knife hanging from his waist, and the martial arts aura overflowed, but he was only slightly weaker than Feng Linghuai.
Sun Qingyao did not carry any weapons and charged at Rongyu Lu with his bare hands, like a tiger descending the mountain, with majestic momentum.
The muscles in his arms were tense, and he was able to block Rong Yulu's knife with his bare hands. This is the martial artist's strong physique.
But Rong Yulu was a martial artist of the Four Realms after all, and he had a sharp sword at his side. Although the first sword did not break through Sun Qingyi's defense, it left a very clear mark.
If there were a few more blows, there would be limits to resisting purely with physical strength.
So Sun Qingyao planned to make a quick decision.
After blocking Rong Yulu's knife again, Sun Qingyao's left palm was already heading towards his throat.
It directly strangled the neck of his fate.
He lifted his whole body and slammed it to the ground. The severe pain in his throat made Derong Yulu unable to breathe. No matter how hard he punched or kicked, he could not shake Sun Qingyai, who was as burly as a mountain.
"The Lupu Rong family is really outrageous. They are useless."
Sun Qingyao grabbed Rong Yulu's neck, looked down at him, and taunted him casually.
Jiang Wang clapped his hands and said, "Brother Sun is so fierce!"
Seeing this scene, Venerable Luo understood clearly. Although he did not recognize Sun Qingyi, he must be a fierce general in the Black Flame Army, and his martial arts realm had reached the peak of the fourth realm.
In the Sui Kingdom, it cannot be said that there were very few martial artists who had reached the master level, but they were certainly not too many. Sun Qingyi was only one chance away from being promoted to the master level.
