The Grand Palace, a landmark in Bangkok and Thailand.

It is no less important in Thailand than the White House in the United States, and some of Thailand's government agencies are also in it.

Bicha's master Khan Weng, as a first-class master in China, will also be responsible for defending the royal family and maintaining the country's face.

After getting out of the car, Bicha bypassed the main entrance and walked in through a hidden wall door on the side.

The Grand Palace is now open to tourists, but some of the institutions and halls inside are naturally obscure and cannot be directly entered.

After three or five palaces, a pavilion with a very high dome and a ventilation on all sides appeared in front of Bicha's eyes.

A large number of hung red and yellow silk cloths surrounded the pavilion from all sides, and the small blood-colored tiles on the pavilion were neat, and it was impossible to see the inside.

There were two people standing outside the pavilion, talking about being guards.

One of them saw Bicha approaching, greeted him and asked, "Bicha, why are you back?" ”

He was born taller, twenty centimeters taller than Bicha, so looking at Bicha was a little more like looking down, just like the tone he had just asked.

"Guess" Bicha looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression, if it weren't for the fact that the Great Master of Khan Weng was his distant uncle, it should not be himself who was sent out of the division now.

"I'm asking you!" Mark was in front of Bicha, glancing at him with a cold gaze.

What if you're better than me, it's me who is left now, not you.

Bicha ignored him, walked around, and walked inside.

Mark guessed that his heart moved, and he followed him inside.

There were more than a dozen people sitting under the pavilion of about 200 square meters, and an old man squatting around the middle.

The old man had white hair, a black face, thick lips, and closed eyes.

Although he doesn't say or move, he still makes people feel endless resentment and coldness at a glance.

Bicha knelt down from a distance, crawling forward, until he stopped in front of the old man, and shouted on the ground: "Master." ”

Khan Weng is over 70 years old this year, he practiced the art of surrendering at the age of six, became a teacher at the age of 12, and settled in the Grand Palace at the age of 25, a town is nearly 50 years, and successfully helped the royal family resist 42 assassinations and nine terrorist attacks during the period, and also brought out countless descenders in the process, and is the most famous descendant in Thailand.

His master opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't look tired.

"Get up."

"I don't dare."

"What's going on?"

"Apprentice in China, I met a master, his words were pure contempt and belittlement of our country's descending technique, even you, master, he didn't pay attention to it. Tu'er was angry for a while, and after fighting with him, he couldn't beat him, so Tu'er didn't dare to get up. ”

The brothers and sisters of Bicha who were sitting around discussed in unison, and they were very angry.

After hearing this, he sneered, he was really bullied to death everywhere, and such words were used to fool the master.

"Huh?!" Khan Weng snorted lightly, but the crowd seemed to have suffered a great shock and suppression, and immediately fell silent.

Khan stood up, he had just sat on one leg, his right foot on the ground, his left foot was tucked into his wide robe, and he stood up, revealing his very frightening left foot.

His exposed left foot was just a piece of white bone, without blood, flesh or dirt.

Khan stepped forward and pressed the back of Bicha's head with his black right hand.

Bicha trembled, didn't dare to raise his face, and asked, "Master, Master?" ”

"Hey," Han Weng chuckled, withdrew his right hand, he walked outside the pavilion, and said as he walked: "I haven't been to China for a long time, I suffered a secret loss at the hands of Song Qianfeng in Maoshan last time, and now I am no longer the hairy young man I was back then, but I want to see who can protect him." ”

Mark Guess took a step forward, pointed at Bicha and said, "Master, this guy lied to you." ”

"Shut up, this time I go to China, you come with me, as for Bicha"

Bicha shrank when he heard this, and curled up like a monkey who had been hungry for three days.

"You go to the Lishi Palace to raise the desire silkworm for a month, deceive the master, you should go."

Bicha couldn't speak, the horrified and urine flew together, and he stared at the mark with red eyes and hatred.

Mark chuckled, poured his thumb down at Bicha, and went to China to be beaten back, see me go with my master to kill the Quartet this time.

Two men stepped forward to take Bicha out, out of the pavilion protected by the light veil, and threw him in front of a palace with pink doors and windows.

The pink wooden door opened, and a skinny man dragged him in and stopped in front of a large wooden barrel.

"Let's go in by ourselves."

Bicha got up slowly, frightened, but he could not disobey Khan's orders, he took off his clothes and stepped in.

Inside the bucket was a sea of pink, and as Bicha stepped in, the water dispersed and rippled lightly.

When I got closer, I saw where the water was, and it was clearly half a bucket of pink silkworm chrysalis.

The insect climbs up, from the calf to the thigh, from the abdomen to the neck, and burrows down. Yin, drill into the seven orifices.

Bicha lay down with a wail, and his mouth was immediately filled.

"Woo woo woo"

The ripples in the barrel were calm, and it was as quiet as before.

The man who helped Bicha in shivered and hurried out.

Khan Weng led the mark out of the Grand Palace, and a few apricot-colored Cadillac DTS drove them straight to the Bangkok airport.

"Maoshan, China, where did you come from, and booked a ticket there." Khan sat down in the back seat with his eyes closed and commanded.

Mark guessed like a dog's leg nodded again and again, and inquired: "The nearest airport to go there is Nanjin, and the closest airport to Maoshan is the one." ”

Khan Weng stopped talking, and Mark Guess also booked a plane ticket.

After deciding, Mark secretly waved his fist, this time in the past must make him turn the world upside down, always say that China is respectable and unapproachable, this time go over to see, who can be the enemy of the Great Descendant of Khan.

******

Just after they booked the air ticket, Shao Jing and Zhong Nanhai were five hundred zhang below.

A girl in a black mask answered the phone and pushed open the door to a quiet room.

The door was empty, and in the middle was a stump of a black sandalwood tree with a diameter of more than three meters, on which sat a young man, with a black sword box on his lap.

The young man's long hair was draped to his shoulders, his facial features were handsome, his eyes were dark but unfocused, he was staring at the emptiness in front of him with his eyes dilated, his eyes were full of loneliness and loneliness, as well as a trace of remembrance and nostalgia for the past.

The girl cleared her throat and reported: "Captain, the Thai Grand Descendant Khan Weng has come to China. ”

The man's eyes changed sharply, but his face was calm and calm, and he asked softly, "Where are you going?" ”

"Nanjin."

"Let the Qin family deal with it, you can decide this kind of thing for yourself in the future, you don't have to ask me."

The girl seemed to be a little worried, and took a few steps closer, "Captain, are you okay?" ”

"Get out, I'm fine." The man replied, his eyes hollow again.

The continuous sword roared out of the sword box, and the majestic was silent. xh:.74.240.212