The emperor on the dragon throne was still waiting for the spies to report the news of the border pass, but no matter how fast Maxima was, it was impossible to put the news in front of the emperor immediately.

It's a pity that there are many unknown people, but the first emperor knows the news. Some excited, others sighed.

A thousand kinds of things, a thousand kinds of people are different.

Holding a crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand, he wiped it over and over again, and there was only one person in the house. Or this one person within a hundred miles,

There was a puppy with a lot of mud on its body, but it was not as tall as the stone that the man used to sharpen his knife.

"What's wrong, Little Five."

Xiao Wu is the name of this dog, not because the man had four dogs before, but because this man is the fifth child in the family.

When I saw the dog, the top half was full of spots, and it was said that the spots were just a little white dog with some mud spots on it.

It's just that men don't like to eat meat, Xiao Wu follows behind and has tomorrow's food, and Xiao Wu seems to have found a goal in life.

And the man with the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand did look at the little five who was still wagging his tail happily behind, and hesitated again and again but did not raise the knife in his hand.

After all, it is much better for one person and one dog to walk all the way than this one person wandering on this road.

Xiao Wu also understood that this person accepted him, and he wagked his tail even more happily in the back.

"Wow!"

Xiao Wu roared at the crescent-shaped scimitar in the man's hand, in its opinion, this scimitar was a bad thing, no worse than those ghosts and gods floating in the air.

Every time a man goes out with a scimitar, he must come back with blood, and I don't know how many wounds there are, but every day the house smells of decoction, which really doesn't smell good.

It takes half a year to recuperate, and three months in bed, which is the daily life of a man who comes back with a scimitar.

"This is the last time."

The rough palm caressed Xiao Wu, saying that the last time was the last time. This man did not deceive Xiao Wu.

But the last time has many meanings, and the man really can't guarantee that he will be able to return here. After all, this time I went to Chang'an, the most strictly controlled city in Datang.

And he can't help but go, this is the price of stealing his life in the Tang Dynasty, the price is very high, not to mention that he is a person who deserves to die.

Xiao Wu quietly accepted the man's touch, but he didn't know that the man might be touching him for the last time at this time...

Chang'an City also came to an uninvited guest, a monk in gray clothes, but used the Buddhist's magic power to speak to Chang'an City outside the gate of Chang'an City

"The monks of Northern Qi came to ask for advice."

It is said that it is so loud that it does make people feel calm, whether it is the minister of the court or the children playing in the market, they all hear this sentence.

The emperor sat on the dragon chair and his face was not good-looking, and he came to prove that the border pass of the Tang Dynasty might not be guaranteed, otherwise he would not dare to appear here like this.

The ministers of the DPRK and China also looked at each other, which is not good news for everyone in the DPRK and China.

"What do you have to say?"

The Emperor knew that some people would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Your Majesty, there are many talents in the Tang Dynasty, the one who has never heard of the name of charity."

Dressed neatly, bowing his head slightly and not looking at the appearance of the prince, this is the rule of being a courtier. Of course, it is also the emperor's rule.

And what he said is not unreasonable, Datang can be said to be from all directions, and he can say these words with confidence.

If you ask Datang where there are the most talents, then as the capital of Datang, Chang'an, which has created countless emperors, can undoubtedly rank first.

Of course, this one didn't know how powerful it was for this alchemist to be able to reach his ears when he stood outside the city gate.

So he thinks that if a hairy boy comes out of Chang'an, he can beat this nondescript monk in gray clothes without knowing his mother.

The truth is indeed as he thought, but this hairy boy can be called in the small rivers and lakes of the Tang Dynasty.

"The Tang Dynasty Sun Shouxin came to receive the teaching."

Someone next to him applauded, this Sun Shouxin likes to hold a spear, although he is not a top master, but he also stepped into the Three Realms when he was in his thirties.

Usually, the rivers and lakes like to call this Jiang Dragon Gun, but once this opportunity is seized, this Jiang Dragon Gun is estimated to be able to enter the sea from the river.

The road is simple, and when the two of them make a move, Sun Shouxin moved extremely fast, and he had already stabbed out one hundred and eight shots without any movement.

However, the gray-clothed old monk just dodged, and he couldn't see the action, so he just raised his foot lightly and kicked it on the front door of this Jiang Long spear.

No one counts how far it flies, but when the body enters the city wall heavily, I see that there should be more air in and less air out.

"No thanks."

With his hands folded, he bowed to the place where the dragon spear had fallen into the city wall.

Say no thanks, but it is a reply to the previous teaching. Don't talk much, but it's really ruthless.

This made the people around him close their mouths instantly, as if the person who spoke just now was not him.

Of course, the people who came to challenge did not stop because they stopped, there is only one life, and there is only one opportunity, so which side is more important?

No one knows the answer, or different people know different answers, their actions are just the answers.

A cultivator with a sword came out, his cultivation was not low, and the sword was also a famous sword.

There is no more to greet, the winner can say more, the loser is the dead, and no matter how much he said before, it is just the capital of the jokes of the later people.

One sword turned into three, but attacked from different directions, and he took a sword carved with peach blossoms in the sword box and stabbed at the monk's eyebrows.

The gray-clothed monk was indeed not in a hurry, waved his sleeves, but the three swords were cut off together.

Looking at the swordsman coming towards him, he stretched out one finger to resist the tip of the sword, and the two fingers of the other hand were slightly forced, and the sword was killed.

"Isn't there anything more capable of fighting in Datang?"

He made a disrespectful remark, but no one refuted it, and he was afraid that the monk would not like it and throw himself on the ground like dirt.

And the emperor could also hear these words, and naturally his face turned blue.

Since Datang has more capable of fighting, it is either in the army, and it is not allowed to act privately without a military order.

There is also the issue of protecting the emperor's safety in this palace, if the enemy is a move to divert the tiger from the mountain, then no one can afford to pay the responsibility.

"What is the big monk arguing about?"

Just when everyone was disappointed, a man dressed in white, wearing a white hat, and white shoes walked out.

People would laugh in another place, but no one else.

The whole body is white, with white eyebrows and white beard, except for a little black in the middle of the eyes, everything else is white.

There was also a book in his hand, and he looked like an old book reader who had been disturbed and extremely dissatisfied.

"If you're so noisy, why don't we be reasonable."

Saying that, the man in white sat down cross-legged, and the old monk who was still murderous just now also sat down and looked at the man in white opposite.