On the seventh day of June, the carriage passed Bazhou Mansion.
The governor's Yamen and the Jiedushi Yamen sent congratulatory gifts and strongly requested the prince to stay and entertain him. It was obvious that he would not get off the carriage, which meant that he would not show favor to the officials and others.
Xin Zhuo finally realized what it means to be a privileged class, what it means to be a relative of the emperor, and that he is not a person who loses face, so he "reluctantly" and "reluctantly" got out of the car, ate and stuffed himself for a whole day, and then pretended "Bo Li" got on a carriage and continued north, taking a detour to Du Kang's Mansion to pick up Cui Ying'er and the others.
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Bazhou is a full three hundred miles away from Dukang Mansion, and the journey will take at least four to five days.
After such a long journey, riding in a rocking carriage, there was nothing to do except sleep.
Frankly speaking, Xin Zhuo is not a warrior in the true sense. At least he does not need to meditate, move around, and stretch his muscles like ordinary warriors.
Chanyi and Sheng Lingge were so surprised by this that they really doubted that the prince had no martial arts skills at all.
When the carriage was still seventy miles away from Du Kang's mansion, Xin Zhuo had already fallen asleep.
I ate too much along the way and felt very sleepy when I got on the carriage, until I was awakened by two deep voices outside:
"The three madmen of the Wudang Sect have met the Crown Prince!"
"Shaolin Kuxing has met the Crown Prince!"
Chanyi opposite opened her eyes and looked at the confused Crown Prince: "You can choose to see me or not!"
This answer sounded very arrogant, but Xin Zhuo felt a little excited. He had jumped from a world where talking with fists to another world where fighting for fathers was possible.
He opened the corner of the curtain and looked out, only to see an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard standing on the roadside and an old monk with a white beard.
The two stood silently, doing nothing, but exuding a heart-warming aura.
Behind the two stood Zhao Ling, who had recovered from his injuries, Master Ku Jing, the head of the Heshan Sect, the head of the Gu Cang Sect, the elders of the Wudang Sect, as well as people who were familiar with Zhao Li, Song Xijun, Ke Qing'e and others.
Everyone had varying degrees of weird respect on their faces.
Xin Zhuo lowered the curtains and asked, "Is the Jiang family really such a threat?"
Chanyi replied expressionlessly: "Of course there is! The master of Zen Master Kuxing was taught martial arts by the ancestors of the Jiang family in his early years. The three crazy Taoists were once the martial arts boys of the prince's great-grandfather!
The Jiang family had many talented and beautiful people, and their disciples and former officials were all over the world. This was part of the reason why the Jiang family was famous all over the world. "
really! The history of a family that has existed for hundreds of years is not just talk, it is deeply involved.
Xin Zhuo naturally put on an air of arrogance, closed his eyes and squinted slightly, ignoring it, otherwise how could he be worthy of the pursuit of the past few days and what his father said about "sleeping and winning".
Chanyi already understood and asked coldly out the window: "What's the matter?"
The three crazy Taoists laughed and said: "There was a serious misunderstanding between the Wudang Sect and the Crown Prince a few days ago. I specially offer seven Da Huang Ting Jing Sutra and San Zhuan Tong Jing Pills. This is disrespectful!"
"Amitabha, so is Shaolin!"
Zen Master Kuxing said: "Shaolin is willing to offer you eighteen martial arts skills and seven great rejuvenation pills!"
Chanyi looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment. He didn't seem to need anything other than offering sacrifices to the spirits, but it was obviously inappropriate to ask for sacrifices to the spirits at this time. He opened the curtains and said coldly: "I understand, but you... are not sincere enough!"
Song Xijun and Zhao Li looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and the words "The villain succeeds" almost came out.
It’s already bleeding profusely, and it’s not enough! We all dream about it, and Demon Xin is Demon Xin!
Zen Master Kuxing and the three crazy Taoists looked at each other and smiled:
"Then add the Supreme Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra!"
"The Thirteen Martial Arts of Shaolin for Chasing Demons!"
Xin Zhuo looked at Chanyi in surprise: "How?"
The tip of Chanyi's nose twitched: "The two factions are still not satisfied with the martial arts, so they can only wipe their necks!"
Xin Zhuo reluctantly replied: "So-so, so be it! Lao Sheng, continue!"
"Rumble..."
The convoy gradually moved away.
The masters of each faction watched silently for a long time, until the convoy was out of sight, Song Xijun couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Taishi, why bother? All the treasures of the Zhensect were given to him!"
The three crazy Taoists who were over two hundred years old couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh:
"The rise and fall of the Jiang family all fall on this son's shoulders. He is also the one who rises and falls, but he doesn't know it. What's the harm in a mere kung fu book? Let's put this cause and effect into perspective and let's look at the future!"
Song Xijun, Zhao Li and others were fascinated by the lake, but they felt that... with Devil Xin around, there seemed to be nothing impossible, right? This thief is more cunning than anyone else.
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Dukang Mansion, located to the north of Bazhou and southwest of Jingjiang Mansion, strangled the transportation fortress leading to the hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.
When it comes to the ranking of the family backgrounds of the high-ranking officials in Du Kang's Mansion, Du Kangbo's Mansion can at least be ranked among the top three. The father of Du Kangbo Jiang Bieche was born in the Jiang family. He was a general who conquered the East. He was conferred a title by the imperial court and was also in the fifth rank. Martial arts master.
Jiang Bieche had a son, Jiang Hezhu, Wen Guan, East and West, North and South, and Wu Jue from all the Jianghu sects. Of course, these were his self-proclaimed names.
Mr. Jiang has been a little troubled and even anxious these past two days.
He had been the second master of Menghu Village for a while, so he naturally knew Xin Zhuo's subordinates Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui and others. A few days ago, by chance, he discovered that Huang Dagui appeared in Du Kang's Mansion, and he followed the clues and saw Cui Ying'er and others.
This excited him.
On his own territory, he has the absolute ability to round up and hunt these people.
Although Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu and others seemed to have learned Xin Zhuo's skills and were very cunning and difficult to catch, but they were just difficult to catch. He was absolutely sure to force them into a dead end and slowly tease them.
He did exactly that, and he did it, and then he heard a horrifying news.
This news made not only him, but also his father Jiang Bieche not sleep a wink for several days, not thinking about food or drink, his mouth was blistering, and he didn't know what to do.
"Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, all uncles and aunts, please come out and go to my house. I will treat you with good wine and food. I am sincere!"
Jiang Hezhu, with a group of guards, lay down outside a contiguous abandoned courtyard with a complicated environment, shouting hoarsely inside.
After a while, Huang Dagui's loud voice came from inside: "Fuck your uncle Jiang Hezhu, do you treat me like a three-year-old child? You can leave when you ask me to? Come in if you have the guts?"
"What should I say so that you will believe me?"
Jiang Hezhu had a bitter look on his face, "This is simply...the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Your Mr. Jiang is a family friend of our Du Kangbo Mansion. My father and I have admired Mr. Jiang for a long time!"
"Bah! Who is Mr. Jiang? Who knows him? You are bragging and not drafting?"
Han Qiniang's voice was sarcastic: "Even if you tell the truth, we won't believe you! The boss will come in a few days, and you won't even be able to cry!"
"I can hardly cry anymore!"
Jiang Hezhu sat down on the steps and said dejectedly: "Who can believe this? The master of your family is Mr. Jiang, and he hides it too deeply. Isn't this pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? If I had known, I would have joined you. !Eh? Murong Xiu, you are such a lucky guy, did you know that early on? "
"I know your uncle!"
Murong Xiu sneered: "Stop playing tricks and come in if you have the guts?"
"I won't! If you don't come out, I won't leave!"
"If you don't leave, we will waste it!"
