"My teacher has a plan that will prevent you from saving Master Li no matter what. Do you believe it or not?"
"My good disciple."
…
Above the palace, in the white clouds.
Chu Xiu no longer had the intention to play chess with Emperor Wu's human figurines. He stared at the imperial study room below. He couldn't see the expression of the sweeping monk Yiming in the imperial study room, but he could imagine it.
That must be a very proud and mean smile.
"I have a method that can defeat any of your schemes, do you believe it? My silly master." Chu Xiu responded with a sneer.
In the imperial study room.
The smile on Yiming's face faded and he whispered: "You are really confident."
Emperor Qian suddenly asked: "His method should be to kill you directly, right?"
"Your Majesty is wise." Yiming looked at Emperor Qian and praised him, thinking that this dog emperor had finally enlightened himself.
"What about your method?" Emperor Qian was curious.
Li Xianyuan also looked at Yiming, feeling very curious.
"This method has something to do with you, Your Majesty." Yiming looked at Emperor Qian and said warmly.
"Is it related to me?" Emperor Qian was startled.
Li Xianyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
on the sky.
The Wuhuang Terracotta Warriors secretly became vigilant. At this time, Qianhuang could not die.
Otherwise, some of his plans may have to be rearranged.
"What does this old guy want to do?" Chu Xiu was also on guard. From the blue gourd, wisps of invisible chaos had spread out and filled the imperial study room.
In the imperial study room.
Yiming's face was very gentle. He looked at Emperor Qian and introduced his plan in detail, "In our Buddhist sect, there is a way of death called Nirvana.
Circle is perfection, silence is cessation.
If his practice is perfect and he has no regrets, he will smile like a flower when he dies.
My stupid disciple is quite good at sophistry. Perhaps with his small mouth, he can persuade Mr. Li to give up his will to die and return to the mountains.
If I can make this Master Li's life perfect, then even if my idiot's tongue is as bright as gold, I can't stop this Master Li from wanting to die. "
Li Xianyuan frowned.
Emperor Qian also frowned slightly.
Chu Xiu's face in the sky became serious.
The human figurines of Emperor Wu are thoughtful.
"What does this have to do with me?" Emperor Qian asked in a muffled voice. He was confused and didn't understand.
In fact.
Li Xianyuan, Chu Xiu, and Emperor Wu's Terracotta Warriors were all a little confused.
"Master Li, the person he loves most in this life is undoubtedly his wife Pei Yiren..." Yiming continued to explain, "Now that Pei Yiren has followed my stupid disciple, in the eyes of this Master Li, Pei Yiren has already With a new future, this fate is great.
Mr. Li, the person he hates the most in his life is undoubtedly you, the Emperor. Just now, he let you know about the filth in your harem. This is revenge on you.
But this revenge does not relieve hatred. "
Emperor Qian's face turned gloomy and he sneered: "What? Do you want to help him continue to take revenge on me?"
Li Xianyuan's eyes flashed.
Yiming shook his head and said warmly: "I am helping you, helping you get rid of him, and helping you make my disciple regret for the rest of his life."
Emperor Qian frowned and said in a low voice: "Just tell me what you want to do!"
Li Xianyuan also looked at Yiming, vaguely guessing in his heart that Master Yiming probably wanted to be detrimental to Emperor Qian, but how exactly he could be detrimental was impossible to guess.
Yiming said warmly: "Master Li, the most shameful thing in this life is to cut myself in front of you.
You said, if you cut yourself off in front of him, wouldn't his life be complete? "
Emperor Qian's face changed drastically, and anger directly appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "You bastard, what did you say?"
Li Xianyuan's eyes moved slightly, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.
In the sky, in the white clouds.
The eyes of Chu Xiu and Wu Huang's human figurines also flashed a bit of strangeness.
Castrate Emperor Qian to make Li Xianyuan happy?
"Are you sure you have a grudge against him?" The Emperor Qian couldn't help but look at Chu Xiu.
He already knew something about the relationship between Chu Xiu and Yiming. He originally thought that Yiming was here to deal with Chu Xiu, but now he was really not sure at all.
Chu Xiu hesitated for a moment, and finally hummed softly: "This old monk is very insidious. He looked good for me at first, but in the end he treated me as a medicine man.
At this moment, he definitely has no good intentions towards me or Li Xianyuan. "
As he said that, he added in his heart: "I'm afraid I don't have a good heart towards that Emperor Qian."
Chu Xiu really didn't understand what the sweeping monk Yiming wanted to do, but he understood some of the sweeping monk's mentality when facing the royal family.
The royal family is the benefactor.
In some ways, the sweeping monk Yiming is very similar to Chu Xiu. He has no respect for the so-called royal family at all.
"Don't be anxious." In the imperial study, Yiming looked at Emperor Qian with a gentle look on his face, "Have you forgotten who I am? I am Lord Li's benefactor.
I can help him recover as a man, and I can naturally help you recover too.
It's just a pain, it doesn't matter. "
"Fart!" Emperor Qian was really angry. He stood up and glared at Yiming coldly, "How dare you talk nonsense again..."
The words are not finished yet.
"Okay, okay." Yiming quickly comforted, "I won't cut you anymore."
Emperor Qian's expression softened, and he glared again, "You bastard, do you think you can cut me if you want?"
"Haha~." Yiming laughed and ignored Emperor Qian. He looked at Li Xianyuan and asked warmly, "Master Li, do you have any other regrets in your heart?"
Li Xianyuan was a little disappointed. He thought that Master Yiming could really castrate Emperor Qian.
"Master and Chu Xiu are both my benefactors. If you two can shake hands and make peace, then I will have no regrets in this life." Li Xianyuan said seriously.
This is what he means.
Although he thought he was on Chu Xiu's side, he really couldn't hate Master Yiming.
"Forget it, I'll just cut it."
Yiming shook his head, and a willow leaf flying knife suddenly appeared in his right hand.
Emperor Qian's pupils shrank sharply and he immediately acted defensively, "Smelly monk, are you serious?"
The Imperial Guards outside the Royal Study Room rushed to the door of the Royal Study Room immediately. As long as Yiming dared to make any unusual move, they would kill Yiming as soon as possible.
"I'll cut my own." Yiming glanced sideways at Emperor Qian, "Isn't that okay?"
"Cut yourself?" Emperor Qian was startled, then relaxed and said calmly, "Please do so."
"Master." Li Xianyuan couldn't calm down anymore.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in women, and there's no point keeping her." Yiming said in a gentle tone, "On your side, you must die here today. You must be mentally prepared."
Li Xianyuan frowned and said in a low voice: "Master, what are you doing? With your strength, if you wanted to kill me when you were in the prison, it should be easy."
"Killing you was never the purpose." Yiming smiled, "Making my stupid disciple suffer is the fundamental reason for killing you.
Originally, if you hadn't kowtowed to me three times, I would have killed you when you were happiest these days.
Now, I have decided to let you actively seek death and let my disciple experience the feeling of despair and powerlessness. "
Li Xianyuan was speechless. He vaguely understood, but felt that this was too much to make a fuss about.
"You cut yourself. I really can't figure it out. Does this have anything to do with Li Xianyuan?" Chu Xiu's sneer rang out in the imperial study room.
"You'll know soon." Yiming whispered, flashed his right hand, and cut the lancet straight towards his crotch.
At this moment.
The space in the royal study seemed to be stagnant.
"Huh?" Emperor Wu's figurines and Chu Xiu both stood up and stared at the imperial study room closely.
"Ah!" A heart-rending scream sounded.
Belongs to Emperor Qian.
