Douluo's I is Qianxunji, the master of Wuhun Temple

Chapter 43 Conversation [Give Counting Tickets]

Chapter 43 Conversation [Give Counting Tickets]

Heaven Dou City, inside the palace.

Xue Qinghe put his hands behind his back and looked out of the window with a calm expression. He was waiting for the news of the ambush of Chihiro Ji.

The sound of hurried footsteps reached Xue Qinghe's ears, which made him a little puzzled.

After all, this kind of trivial matter should be solved easily, so why are you in such a hurry.

A middle-aged man in a khaki jacket hurried towards Xueqinghe.

As soon as we met, we bowed and greeted and then began to report the situation

"Reporting to His Highness, the entire army of personal guards dispatched was wiped out."

He finished the sentence almost trembling all over his body.

"what!"

This news shocked Xue Qinghe, after all, he sent his own bodyguards to complete the task smoothly.

How could it be impossible to catch even an ordinary person.

In his cognition, those who have time to write and create this kind of music are usually low-level soul masters, that is, ordinary people.

After all, they are the only ones who have this time, and soul masters naturally focus on soul power and must meditate and practice every day.

"What's going on, how are my guards?"

Xue Qinghe's expression twisted, these are all first-class masters, if they all died, it would not be worth the loss.

"Your Highness, they are still alive..."

Xue Qinghe immediately let out a breath of turbid air, and his whole body relaxed.

"That's great."

"But..." The middle-aged man didn't know how to express it.

"But tell me what!"

Seeing him faltering, Xue Qinghe frowned.

"But they were all abolished, and their soul power was lost..."

Xue Qinghe staggered when he heard the anger attacking his heart.

He stretched out his hand to support the wall to prevent himself from falling, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

Those are his own elite personal guards, this situation will undoubtedly cut Xue Qinghe's arm.

"Damn! Damn!"

Xue Qinghe beat the wall angrily, this was the first time in his life that he lost control of his emotions.

After calming down for a moment, Xue Qinghe said with cold eyes.

"Did they see the man's face clearly?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man answered truthfully.

"The painters have been sent to paint the portraits according to their dictation."

"Okay!" Xue Qinghe shouted angrily, "I will make him pay with blood."

When he said this, Xue Qinghe clenched his hands as if he wanted to grab Qian Xunji and beat him up.

Finally, he knocked hard on the wall again, then strode out the door ignoring the middle-aged man beside him.

He was going to see Yu Xiaogang and tell him about the situation.

……

During the banquet, it was only a few short hours.

Yu Xiaogang told almost everything he knew.

From the poems he is proud of to the knowledge of Wuhun, he has not missed it at all.

These things have a unique attraction to Liu Erlong, who has little talent and learning.

Because Liu Erlong has such strength because he spent most of his time and a lot of energy meditating and practicing.

Because of this, she, who is completely illiterate, would feel admiration for Yu Xiaogang by one or two lines of poetry and some common sense of Wuhun.

Yu Xiaogang can have the current knowledge reserve because he does not need to meditate or practice.

what is the reason?Needless to say.

In this way, he has a lot of time to read, absorb the knowledge in the book for his own use, and enrich his knowledge reserve.

Now in front of Yu Xiaogang is Tang Yuehua, Tang Yuehua whose martial soul talent is even worse than Yu Xiaogang's.

When she couldn't break through the tenth level, she devoted all her energy to the knowledge of Wuhun.

As a direct disciple of the Haotian School, reading books and even ancient books is as easy as eating and drinking.

She already understood what Yu Xiaogang said when she was eight years old.

When talking about poetry, for Tang Yuehua, Yu Xiaogang's poetry can be said to be average or average.

Yuexuan, the only sacred place in Douluo Continent for cultivating etiquette, creating literature and poetry.

For these poems created by Yu Xiaogang, even a middle and lower student in Yuexuan can be on par with him.

Regarding the music and poems he talked about, Tang Yuehua is still more willing to listen to the creation story of the song "Fairy Tale".

"I and Master Yuexuan really hate each other!" Yu Xiaogang said with a smile on his face.

"Ah, yes yes yes."

Tang Yuehua couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, because as soon as she mentioned the fairy tale Yu Xiaogang, she started to change the subject.

"Master Yu, I will publish the fairy tale, so that the people of Douluo Continent can appreciate your song."

Tang Yuehua did this for three reasons.

First, I want more people to feel the charm of this song.

Second, in order to add obstacles to the Wuhun Temple, according to the cultural level of Douluo Continent.

The song is good enough, the character of the author is not important, maybe it can make the public think that Wuhundian is jealous of the virtuous.

Three, the enemy is also Wuhundian.

Hearing that Tang Yuehua wanted to help him, Yu Xiaogang was very happy and bowed to thank him, and watched Tang Yuehua leave.

Recalling Tang Yuehua's appearance of listening carefully to his speech, Yu Xiaogang had a bold idea.

She, Tang Yuehua, likes me, Yu Xiaogang, and is completely overwhelmed by her impeccable knowledge.

What could not be concealed on Yu Xiaogang's face was that confident smile.

Xue Qinghe walked over with a gloomy face, seeing Yu Xiaogang's triumphant look, he knew it was over.

"How is the teacher?" Xue Qinghe asked.

"A complete victory." Yu Xiaogang smiled contemptuously. This success greatly boosted his confidence.

"Did you catch that guy Qinghe?"

Yu Xiaogang is now imagining that Wuhundian will withdraw his bounty amidst the sound of crusade by the crowd, maybe he will send someone to invite him to apologize.

Yu Xiaogang, who was immersed in his own world, found that Xue Qinghe still didn't speak, and began to feel that something was wrong.

"Failed, the whole army was wiped out..."

Xue Qinghe's eyes were full of disappointment, not because he couldn't give Yu Xiaogang an explanation.

It was the sense of loss caused by the annihilation of the entire army, which caused one's own power to be greatly weakened.

He was afraid that his father would be disappointed in him because of this matter.

Let the second and third children who were originally under him be favored.

"Xue Qinghe, you are confused!"

When Yu Xiaogang heard that Xue Qinghe hadn't caught Qianxunji, he became furious.

I have completed things perfectly, so I have not completed any small things.

"Xue Qinghe, why don't you send some elites over there, the lion fights the elephant and the rabbit with all your strength."

"How come you don't know about such a simple thing?" Yu Xiaogang said bitterly.

Xue Qinghe's eyes gradually filled with killing intent, which surprised Yu Xiaogang.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, you know that all I send are my own personal guards!"

Xue Qinghe snorted coldly, turned around and left, leaving behind an embarrassed Yu Xiaogang.

"Boss Fu! Erlong? Where did the two of them go?"

Yu Xiaogang stood there at a loss, because he was the only one left in this empty place.

(End of this chapter)

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