Da Bong fights more people

Chu Yuanzhen felt a little regretful that he didn't bring peanuts, he had wine but no food, and always felt that something was missing.

Hengyuan nodded.

"No. [-] pretended not to know me. With his ingenuity, he believed that he recognized me at that time. I don't know why he pretended not to know me."

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head helplessly, and said, "The eighth-rank cultivation level is a bit shallow."

However, he knows the secret of No. [-], No. [-] is related to the Qingqi of the Sub-Holy Temple, and when dealing with No. [-], he cannot simply look at the surface.

Master Hengyuan took a sip of wine and said in a deep voice, "Compared to No. [-], the poor monk has a better relationship with Mr. Xu. You may not know that he didn't die in Yunzhou."

After No. [-] finished explaining Xu Qi'an's resurrection from death, Chu Yuanzhen nodded: "Although the Taibo Pill is good, but the restrictions are too great, he can survive only by his own luck.

"I just met Xu Qi'an in the Jiaofang Division. I have a good impression of her. I think it's because you have discussed too many times in the fragments of the book from the ground, so I don't feel unfamiliar with him."

After a pause, Number Four smiled and said, "I've never gotten along with Number Three, but Xu Qi'an really likes me."

After drinking the turbid wine in the altar, Chu Yuanzhen proposed to go and see the child. After watching, his expression was quite depressed.

"Although I don't like Buddhism, they are right in saying that the world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and all living beings are struggling in the sea of ​​suffering." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.

Master Hengyuan glanced at him.

Chu Yuanzhen hurriedly said, "No offense intended."

Only then did Hengyuan look away.

"The second test will be held in three days. Let's go and see No. [-] together." Heng Yuan said, "No. [-] is not willing to reveal his identity to us. He said that if we meet, we just need to meet and smile."

"That's it." Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized.

In a flash, three days passed.

At dawn, Xu Erlang, accompanied by his family, arrived at the Gongyuan.

"The Ninth Grade of Confucianism has the ability to never forget. This test is about the classics and righteousness. Erlang must have no pressure." Xu Qi'an patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Uncle Xu and Auntie smiled.

According to Erlang himself, he performed very well in the first day's strategic questioning. He was already good at strategic questioning, and there were not too many problems in the second round.

In the eyes of the second uncle and aunt, Erlang's becoming a Gongshi is already a sure thing.

Xu Nian raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "There are many talented people in the world. Don't be negligent. There may be some who are stronger than me."

Perhaps Xu Qian also said that you are better at pretending to be aggressive.

Saying goodbye to his family, he walked towards the entrance of the Gongyuan, intending to line up to enter the arena. At this moment, a loud voice came from his ear: "Amitabha."

Xu Nian turned his head and saw two people standing on the side of the street, one was a burly monk and the other was a swordsman in blue.

After seeing him, both the monk and the swordsman showed secretive smiles.

Xu Xinian's face froze, he lowered his head, and hurried back to his father and elder brother, feeling a sense of security in his heart.

"Father, brother, I suspect that someone is plotting against me." Xu Nian said in a deep voice.

Xu Pingzhi immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, his eyes were like lightning: "Who?"

He is the imperial sword guard who patrols the city, and he knows that a large number of knight-errants have poured into the capital recently, which is an extremely unstable factor for public security.

The most obvious thing is that there are more gentlemen in the Liang Dynasty. Those low-ranking people in the capital have spent all their money in the capital and have no money to make a living. The first choice is to steal and rob.

"A monk, a swordsman." Xu Nian turned around and pointed to somewhere behind.

Xu Qi'an looked at it for a moment and said, "Who is there?"

"???"

Xu Nian showed a look of horror: "It was there just now."

"Okay, I also said that you are not under pressure, I think you are hallucinating." Xu Qi'an patted the younger brother's shoulder and said:

"Erlang, those who don't know, those who behave strangely, you must not talk to them."

With that said, he put his hand behind Xu New Year's back.

Xu Erlang looked behind himself, puzzled and said, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"It's okay, help you carry the pot back."

ps: The cleaning is over today, I was drenched, I felt dizzy for a while, I almost passed out, so I turned on the air conditioner to save my life, my life was indeed given by the air conditioner.It's so damn hot.

Chapter 36 Chu Yuanzhen: Do I need to retreat?

In early spring, it is windy and rainy.

A capsized three-masted ship rides the wind and waves, and the wind bulges the canvas.

After lunch, Song Tingfeng pressed the knife with one hand, stepped onto the deck, and looked towards the direction of the capital against the wind.

For more than a month, the flames of war sharpened the edges and corners of his face, the blood washed his eyes sharply, and his whole spirit changed greatly.

Footsteps came from behind, Song Tingfeng did not turn his head, pointed to the north and said: "In ten days, we will arrive in the capital."

Zhu Guangxiao let out a "huh" and looked north side by side with Song Tingfeng. He was still taciturn, except that his temperament became more stable and honest, and there was not much change.

On the contrary, it was the glib Song Tingfeng, who seemed to have been completely reborn.

"Based on my military achievements in Yunzhou, it is enough to exchange for the visualization map of the state of refining the gods." Song Tingfeng smiled: "I plan to advance to the level of refining the gods."

Zhu Guangxiao would be surprised if it was changed to before. He has been a colleague for many years. He knows that Song Tingfeng lacks self-motivation, and he is already satisfied when he is in Tongluo.

If Yunzhou's military merits were exchanged for silver, it would be enough for him to live in Jiaofang for a year.

"Ah."

Zhu Guangxiao nodded.

At this time, another batch of gongs came to the deck after eating and blowing the air, laughing and laughing, with the joy and anticipation of going home in their expressions.

"Tingfeng, when we get back to the capital, let's go to Jiaofangsi for a drink together." A familiar Tongluo came over and hooked his shoulders.

Song Tingfeng didn't seem to hear it, and looked north in silence.

The gong walked away with a bored expression on his face.

Song Tingfeng let out a foul breath, and said: "My talent is not bad. I have been stuck at the peak of Qi training for so many years, and my foundation is solid enough. By the end of this year, it will not be difficult to be promoted to the state of refining gods.