Hidden Blade Chapter 113: Palace Master Order

Chen State is located to the north of Dazhou and east of Daxia.

　　 Two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Kingdom of Chen founded the country here. The cold land here is fertile than that of Dazhou, and it is also wider than Daxia. Where the ancestors founded the country, there is ancestral instruction, respecting Confucianism but not Confucianism, and admiring martial arts but not martial arts.

　　 In the past two centuries, the monarchs of the Chen Kingdom have followed the ancient precepts, always adhering to the strategy of governing the country by culture and defending the country by military force.

　　 Therefore, even under the eyes of Zhou Xia and the Second Kingdom, Chen Guo has survived for two hundred years.

　　The sun is shining brightly in Chendi in May.

　　 Dealing with vendors, chasing children, and fighting for power above the court are just a piece of talk for ordinary people in the country of Chen. As for who will be crowned the big treasure in the end, what has their relationship with them?

　　 But Mengliang, who was sitting at the roadside tea stand, was very upset.

　　 He was drinking bitter tea from Chendi, his mouth was dry. He thought, Chen Di's tea could not compare to Da Zhou's tea after all.

　　 He took a bite of the pastry from the tea house, and the taste was weak. He frowned, and secretly said that the cakes in Chendi were also thicker than the thin-skinned buns of Wu Da Zhou, which would leave a fragrant scent after one bite.

　　 He looked at the people walking back and forth on the street again. It was just before the city to go to the market. There were no shortage of girls on the street who came to buy them. They were either dressed in brocades or face powder, swaying gracefully, Yingge Yan language. This is the scenery that Mengliang had liked most in the past, but he curled his lips boringly at the moment.

　　 He felt that these Chen Guo girls were not as good as the one he had seen in Linglong Pavilion of Dazhou.

　　 Thinking of this, Mengliang shook his head severely, throwing away the mixed thoughts in his mind.

　　 "What do you think?" He hammered his head, cursing like this.

　　He was very angry. Just a few days ago, he took Chen Xuanji back to the country of Chen, and handed the prince into the hands of his father, King Munch, Pingxi. The dust was brought to Lishan. Thinking about this matter, he rushed to reconcile with his father and plan to seize the progeny together.

　　 can be biased.

　　 An unexpected thing happened.

　　He was sold.

　　 This is not rhetoric, nor is it a metaphor.

　　 As literally said, he was sold.

　　 was sold to Mo Chenzi by his master Yan Qianqiu.

　　Mengliang still remembers that he was bragging about the gains of his trip with his younger brother in the mountain gate, enjoying the admiration and admiration of the younger brothers and sisters, Mo Chenzi and Yan Qianqiu suddenly appeared, one of them said: "From today, you will be driven from the mountain gate." One said: "From today, you will be my 40th generation disciple of the Southern Wilderness Jianling."

　　 Then, he was blindfolded and led down the gate by the ink dust.

　　 Why!

　　The look on Mengliang's face changed as he thought about it and felt more indignant, and stood up with a torch-like gaze.

　　 "What are you doing?" At this moment, there was a light voice beside him.

　　 A pair of purple eyes fell on him.

　　Mengliang's body paused, he turned his head to look at the man sitting aside, who was sipping his tea, and then at the girl with frowning brows.

　　 The pride that had just risen from the bottom of my heart was instantly wiped out.

　　 There was a thick smile on his face at that time, "Isn’t it afraid that the master and the wife didn’t eat it? I thought about going to the store to ask for something. It’s not that I’m bragging, but the songhua cake in this store is me. Chen Guo is unique, the master and the wife must have a taste." The former disciple from the mountain licked his face and said with a flattering expression. "Sit down." The girl gave a soft drink, interrupting Mengliang's endless talk.

　　 "Yes." The Lishan Gaotu who had just been expelled from the teacher's door bowed his head to his ears, only to obey.

　　 "Less the flowers and bowels, and go back to the mausoleum with your master." The girl nodded in satisfaction when seeing him so well-behaved, but she still couldn't help but snorted.

　　 "How dare the disciple." Meng Liang said bitterly, sitting on the bench in a daze.

　　 He looked at the people passing by, thinking to himself.

　　 Jianling is not in front of the village and behind the shop, I don’t know if I have a chance to see that girl again and eat Xuzhou steamed buns...

　　 "Why? Reluctant?" The silent man finally spoke at that time. He looked at Mengliang with his trademark ugly smile on his face.

　　 "Of course..." Meng Liang turned his head and wanted to say, but the words were only spoken, and the cold eyes of the purple-eyed girl fell on Meng Liang again. Meng Lianghu's body shook, and he swallowed the words that came to his lips. "Wait."

　　 I saw his face full of impassioned expression, and said angrily: "It is the student's wish to guard the sword tomb, and he can be favored by the master. The student is naturally going through waters and fires, not being there..."

　　 "Tell the truth." The man took another sip of his tea, and his voice calmly interrupted Meng Liang's generous statement.

　　 gurgle.

　　Mengliang glanced at the purple-eyed girl next to him, he was a little flustered, and after secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he still said: "Everything comes from the heart..."

　　 "Truth!" The man interrupted again.

　　 "I..." Mengliang glanced at the girl who was staring coldly, and then at the man with a calm expression. He was in a dilemma, and no one dared to offend him.

　　"The Xia Dynasty has been stationing troops on the border for a long time, can you let go of the great rivers and mountains of Chen Kingdom?"

　　"For those who are out of the mountain and do it in the middle, you can put down thousands of juniors and younger brothers and sisters?"

　　"Jianling is lonely, can you put down the red dress on the peak of Zhongju?"

　　 Every word of the man pointed directly at Mengliang's heart, making Mengliang, who can be in his early twenties, feel stunned and stunned for a while.

　　 Such a scene fell in the eyes of a man, how could he not know what he was thinking.

　　 "Go." So he put down the tea cup in his hand and said so.

　　 "Huh?" Meng Liang was taken aback, a little unsure whether he heard something wrong.

　　 "I have planted the sword species in your body. Whenever you want to understand, you will infuse the sword intent into it, and someone will come to pick you up." The man did not mean to confuse the Liang, and Said in a self-contained manner.

　　 "You!" When these words were spoken, Mengliang would still react. The purple-eyed girl beside the man stomped her foot and looked at the man anxiously, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his decision.

　　 "You can't miss the chance and don't come again." The man gave the girl a calm look, then turned his head to look at Mengliang again, and said.

　　Mengliang naturally has a lot of puzzles in his heart.

　　 Mo Chenzi took so much time to follow him all the way to Lishan, and planted a sword seed in his body, so he let him go so easily. This seems a bit anticlimactic, but as the man said, the opportunity cannot be missed and will not come again. Mengliang thought a little, then hurriedly stood up, bowed to Mo Chenzi, and said in a rare and serious manner: "Thank you, Master for perfection. ."

　　 "Go ahead." The man nodded.

　　Mengliang saw this and bowed to the girl beside him, "Thank you, Master, for your perfection."

After 　　 said, he stood up and took a deep look at Mo Chenzi, and then walked towards the bustling street without looking back.

　　......

　　 "Just let him go?" When Mengliang's body completely disappeared from the eyes of the two, the purple pupil girl frowned, a little puzzled, and a little angry and asked.

　　 "The heart is not here, what's the point of staying?" the man replied faintly.

　　 "But your body..." The girl frowned, and she said worriedly.

　　 "He will always return to Jianling, and the rest will be left to the living." The man said, his attitude was as calm as ever.

　　"Where shall we go next?" The girl saw that the man was so sure that she couldn't say anything in the end, so she turned to ask.

　　 The man's eyes condensed at that time, and a word came out of his mouth.

　　"Dayuan Mountain."

　　......

　　 Linglong Pavilion, Xiaoxuan window.

　　 Zhou Zhang, Fang Ziyu, Song Yueming, and Chu Chouli stood anxiously in the courtyard, looking at the direction of the back room.

　　After about a quarter of an hour, Qin Keqing walked out the door with a haggard expression.

　　 "How's it going?" The four hurried forward.

　　 "The internal organs have been hurt a bit, but as long as they are healthy for some time, it should be fine." Qin Keqing comforted.

　　 After Xu Han returned from Jishifu yesterday, he fainted at the gate of the courtyard. Chu Chouli wanted to find someone for treatment, but after yesterday’s confrontation between Xu Han and Si Baikong, the disciples of the sword hall ignored it. , And the doctors at Xuanhefeng also found some reasons to reject it. It was not until this morning that Qin Keqing, who heard the news, hurried over to see Xu Han.

　　 Xu Han's few friends in Linglong Pavilion are also waiting~IndoMTL.com~ Only Ye Hongjian is not seen.

　　"This elder Sikong is too unreasonable to do things. He who is surnamed Xu and Ye Hongjian have long been married, but he wants to be married to others. How can there be such a reason in this world?" Fang Ziyu is arrogant. People who are used to it are straightforward and say whatever they think of. "That's the same with Ye Hongjian. The Xu has already done this for her, and she didn't see her come to visit in the circumstances of this day."

　　 "It's all my fault that I had to argue with Brother Lang yesterday, and I asked Brother Xu to do it for me, otherwise..." Song Yueming, who was still a little red and swollen on his right cheek, also said self-blaming.

　　 "What does it have to do with you, I think Elder Sikong does everything indiscriminately!" Fang Ziyu glared at Song Yueming, his dissatisfaction was beyond words.

　　 "Oh, what can I do? I offend Si blank, this Linglong Pavilion may not be able to stay anymore." Chu Qiuli raised his head and sat aside, complaining.

　　"I heard people say this morning that Elder Sikong issued a decree to let the disciples on Xuanhe and Dahuanfeng put down their studies and have to learn together from tomorrow. He is in the fairyland. The practice of the time... Since the beginning of the mountain, the three peaks have always settled their own affairs. Such things are unheard of, and I don’t know what Elder Sikong is thinking..."

　　"Isn’t it. I heard that both Master Ning and Master were imprisoned. I went to visit Master this morning and was stopped outside..."

　　A few people say you, I say, after you say, look at each other, the expressions on their faces are sad and not depressed.

　　 But I don’t know that the unconscious young man in the room was already awake when they said this. He looked forward with a dull expression, but he held a token tightly in his hand.