"In the future, if there is no great power in the tribulation stage to threaten the ninth junior brother, try not to use talismans and seals."
On the third floor, he reached out and picked up Jiang Daowen again:
"Master's management is strict. It's not easy for brothers and sisters to come out once. If you can't enjoy yourself to the fullest, you won't be happy in your heart!"
"Who are you?"
Jiang Daowen was kicked to pieces and crawled like maggots twice, only to be dragged back like a dog to death by the third floor of the building.
Now he is being carried in mid-air.
Face is worthless, but insulting people is not insulting like this:
"I am the seventeenth generation disciple of the Tomb Witch. If you treat me like this, aren't you afraid of the Tomb Witch's revenge?"
"Snapped!"
Mu Nan's feeling was correct, the temper on the third floor was obviously bad.
As soon as Jiang Daowen finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.
If he hadn't left some strength behind, Mu Nan suspected that Jiang Daowen's head would have turned into popcorn on the spot.
"Go back and tell you that if the great witch of Tomb Witch Wei Shengmu doesn't restrain his disciples properly, the third floor will not mind smashing his coffin board with the Dragon Mace again!"
There is a story!
The third floor of the building is full of lies. Has it been smashed once?
Mu Nan asked curiously: "Eighth Senior Brother, are you going to let Jiang Daowen go?"
The third floor man waved his hand again and threw Jiang Daowen against the wall, like a puddle of mud, with no support.
And it slipped.
"Of course we have to let him go. If we don't let this little ant go, how can he send a message?"
"What Eighth Senior Brother said is a model for the times!"
In fact, Mu Nan was unwilling to let Jiang Daowen go.
His hands were stained with the blood of Cai Yongde, a disciple of the Xuntianjian.
Shouldn't blood debts be paid with blood?
But now that the Eighth Senior Brother has spoken, he can't say anything else.
"That... uh huh..."
The man on the third floor glanced at the sky, cleared his throat, and licked his lips: "Junior Brother Ninth, Master likes to drink. See if you have any wine. I'll bring him two jars, no, two cylinders, no. …”
This request is simply too reasonable!
"Senior brother, wait a minute! I'll get dozens of jars!"
After Mu Nan said this, he raised the measuring ruler, and a stream of light penetrated directly into Jingyi Pavilion.
No matter what, the faithful men and women hurriedly knelt down to make a wish to the "shooting star" and fell asleep early. At this moment, Su Hongyi was panicking:
"Eunuch Su, move all the drinks in Changle Palace to Jingyixuan within half an hour!"
After giving the instructions, he ducked out of Changle Palace again.
I found the biggest restaurant in the city and put gold and jade jewelry on the counter.
"The shopkeeper?"
The shopkeeper couldn't look away from the counter!
"Master! What do you think? Should I take it off or should the whole store take it off?"
With so much gold and jade jewelry, not to mention buying a restaurant, just buying fun is fine!
Mu Nan knocked on the table to tell him to stay calm:
"...All the wine in the store counts as one glass, one jar counts as one jar, it's all round!"
"Gudong!"
The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva and said hurriedly: "The waiter, the accountant, the kitchen, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the waiter, the one who is out of breath, go to the wine cellar and move the wine!"
The shopkeeper is very fast.
Su Hongyi's speed is not slow either.
When Mu Nan rushed back to Juyuan Temple with drinks, Jiang Daowen had already returned to his ugly appearance as a Taoist.
He was kneeling on the ground, slapping himself.
His face was beaten like a pig's head, and his parents must have almost forgotten him.
The man on the third floor was sitting on the stone slab in the courtyard, pointing:
"Try it harder! Do you want Mr. Lou to help you? You idiot, don't you know who my junior brother is? How dare you have evil intentions towards him? Is it because you don't want to live anymore, or is the Tomb Witch's skin itchy again?"
"Eighth Senior Brother!" Mu Nan handed over a storage bracelet: "I haven't had time to count how many altars there are. Let's see if you like it."
The person on the third floor of the building swept his consciousness, put the storage bracelet on his wrist like a thief, and looked around:
"Okay, Ninth Junior Brother, I have to go! Master and he are waiting for a drink!"
"Whoosh!"
The saliva flowing from the corner of the mouth on the third floor was like a trickle.
No one was there, but the sound was still echoing in the temple.
"Master Shepherd!"
The pig-headed Jiang Daowen is not only cruel to others, but also to himself.
He was slapped from left to right, and his hands that spared no effort were already broken.
With an aggrieved look on his face, he slurred his words: "Please spare me."
Mu Nan looked at the inhuman Jiang Daowen and wanted to laugh:
"Remove all the curses in the palace, go back to the coffin, and stop involving the grudges in the world."
"I demolish Juyuan Temple and leave Jiankang City for a hundred miles, and the curse will naturally be eliminated."
Jiang Daowen's voice was unclear, and Mu Nan almost had to guess and think before he could understand: "Then I will return to the Tomb Witch and not dare to step into the human world again."
Mu Nan nodded with satisfaction.
Step by step out of Juyuan view.
…
Jiang Daowen demolished the Juyuan Temple all night, and when the morning light passed by, he was already limping on the road back to Biannan.
Sima Wei specially took a few staff to see him off.
"Master Jiang, are you sure you want to leave?"
Jiang Daowen nodded, but did not stop.
"Master Jiang, did Sima Wei do something wrong?"
Jiang Daowen shook his head and walked firmly.
"Master Jiang!" Sima Wei took the white horse and handed it to him: "Master Jiang, I will definitely avenge you!"
You said it in vain.
Besides, it's not a slap in the face.
Boom boom boom.
At least there was some affection. When Jiang Daowen rode on the white horse, he left a message:
"Your Majesty, you can't afford to offend the Protector of the Country. His background is too big! Stay in peace and you can have a good death."
Looking at Jiang Daowen riding a horse.
Sima Wei fell into deep thought.
"Your Majesty, the Ancient Tomb Witches are an ancient sect, so they are not necessarily afraid of the Sky Patrol Prison. But Master Jiang... there is something in his words."
After one staff member finished speaking, another staff member continued: "Chiang Shilian, Cai Yongde... Your Highness... Those who understand current affairs are heroes."
Sima Wei frowned, glanced at the sky, saw a wild goose passing by, and sighed.
“It’s good to strive for more.”
In the seventh year of Chunren's reign, Sima Wei, the hereditary king of Pingyuan, was promoted to Crown Prince and Tutor. He held the holiday, commanded the military affairs in the south of the border, and opened the Hussar General's Palace.
The last sentence of the imperial edict, "No return to Beijing without an edict", was not read.
Sima Wei walked out of the east gate of Jiankang with thousands of ceremonial guards, and "brothers are like brothers and sisters, parting is like a broken heart" with Sima Rui who was seeing him off.
"Brother Imperial, have a pleasant trip."
"Take care, Your Highness."
"Bian Nanshang must rely on the emperor's brother to maintain stability. Don't overwork yourself."
"Your Highness has become like an emperor without knowing it. I am very happy for you."
"Not as carefree as the royal brother."
…
Hypocritical, too hypocritical.
If you think Xiaoyao is good, then take a Xiaoyao trip.
He was full of envy, but instead of driving me out of Kyoto, he even kept a son as a hostage.
If I sit in that position, I can give you nine tins!
After all, Sima Wei did not say what was in his heart. The moment he received the imperial edict, he became a minister.
A courtier without ambition.
A little regretful.
The family members all openly supported Sima Rui overnight, as if they had drunk some ecstasy soup.
Several princes restrained each other at the border and could not work together, so they were unwilling to rise up.
There were even a few who clearly sided with Sima Rui.
The staff around him analyzed him all night and came to the conclusion that the Protector of the Country is not simple, and there are people behind him.
More than just patrolling the sky.
"That's fine, Prince Xiaoyao, it's better than being killed!"
While comforting himself, Sima Wei complained: "I don't know who came up with the bad idea of extending the favor order, grandson!"
Mu Nan sneezed for no reason.
He looked deeply outside the city: "There's a lot of resentment!"
"Mage, who has so much grievance?"
Su Hongyi moved a stool and sat in front of Jing Yixuan's door. Nuanyang asked curiously without gagging him.
"I see that your resentment is not small!"
Mu Nan looked at him with disdain: "I can play cards whenever I want. I deliberately wander around the yard and let anyone I see playing cards work. It's abominable!"
Su Hongyi's old face turned red:
"Master, this old slave is too old to run, and he can't bear to worry about these frivolous boys under his command, so I'll just say a few words."
"When you are a housekeeper, you don't let go of your power. You have everything in your hands. Why should you die from exhaustion?"
Su Hongyi smiled helplessly.
Delegating power and letting go of the boss are two different things.
How could the entire Changle Palace survive without him, Su Hongyi?
The protector of the country does not eat or drink, and the people below eat, drink, and defecate. Who can do without him?
It's like a daffodil in a flowerpot. He can't tell you when to water it and when to bask in the sun.
"No one can take the lead!"
Mu Nan dismissed Su Hongyi's words.
Work hard.
"Is the fake corpse I asked you to make ready?"
