(Ask for subscription, ask for a monthly pass) Lai Xing'er saw that Jing Yuncong actually wanted to hand over the official seal of the commander of the crane soldiers and horses to himself, so he hurriedly got up and excused himself: "Dashuai, it's not that Xing'er didn't take responsibility, it's really too heavy to receive the reward this time, Xing'er is still young, and he can't afford it." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Jing Yuncong replied disappreciatively: "Let me ask you, if you go to Western Xinjiang to contact Luo Yuanqi this time, if you only rely on the title of Marquis of Fuyuan, and have no ministry, how can you serve the public, and how can you gather people's hearts and build a banner again?" This official seal is handed over to you, not only to give you the corresponding power, but to use it to re-establish the dignity and credibility of the imperial court in the hearts of the people of Western Xinjiang in the shortest possible time. ”

Lai Xing'er got up and walked forward, took the brocade box from Jing Yuncong's hand, and said ashamedly: "Marshal, please forgive Xing'er for his shallow knowledge, and he didn't even think of this key and stake. ”

"No, Xing'er, you have done a good job just now, your heart is like stopping water, you are not surprised when you encounter changes, and you have a bit of a general's style." Jing Yuncong suddenly laughed and shouted towards the empty hall, "Qingmangzi, can you still look at your apprentice grandson?" ”

Lai Xing'er turned around sharply and looked around at His Royal Highness, but there was still no figure, and he was about to turn back to Jing Yuncong to ask what was going on, only to feel that someone had been pushed heavily on his shoulder, and he couldn't stand, so he staggered forward a few steps, and eagerly used the "cliff rein" kung fu that Jing Xuan taught him, and kicked his legs hard down, barely falling to the ground.

"So-so, it's okay, I can't imagine that Xuan'er has really put some effort into your kid." A clear voice came from behind him, and his tone was very arrogant.

Sure enough, there were others in the temple. Lai Xing'er was startled and hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see a thin and deer-headed Taoist priest standing beside Jing Yuncong calmly, looking at him with a smile.

"You are the kid who took advantage of my unpreparedness on Suzaku Street and snatched my jade belt, and then quietly returned it in the palace?" Lai Xing'er was angry that this Taoist priest was rude, and blurted out to him.

"Xing'er must not be rude. Why don't you come and meet your ancestors? Jing Yuncong heard that Xing'er was disrespectful to the Taoist priest, and scolded in a deep voice.

"It's okay, it's okay." The Taoist priest who was called Qingmangzi by Jing Yuncong seemed very easy-going, walked up to Lai Xing'er unhurriedly, rolled his eyes and asked, "What, are you unconvinced, do you have to wait for the old Taoist to take off your brocade robe before you are willing to recognize me as an ancestor?" ”

Lai Xing'er saw that his age was just a year of confusion, but he kept saying that he wanted to recognize him as his ancestor, and he was very unconvinced, his hands were crossed to protect his chest, and he said: "I was unguarded, so you got lucky, and now if you can really take this brocade robe from me, I will really convince you." ”

"Okay, this kid still has a lot of strength, a grandson who is an old apprentice." Qingmangzi turned around and smiled at Jing Yuncong, and he didn't see how he stepped and spoke, and the whole person circled around Lai Xing'er, with a new brocade robe in his hand, and rushed to Xing'er and shouted: "How about it, don't kneel down and kowtow and meet the old man." ”

Lai Xing'er blinked his eyes twice, looked at the Taoist priest's hand, and saw that what he was holding in his hand was indeed the brocade robe that he had changed into for the order this morning, and looked down at himself again, and found that he was only wearing a coarse white cloth coat standing in the hall.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?"

If Qingmangzi quietly tied the jade belt back to Xing'er's waist a moment ago, and Xing'er could barely suppress the surprise in his heart, this time, he was dumbfounded, completely shocked, staring at Qingmangzi with both eyes, and asked in fear.

"What nonsense!" Jing Yuncong stood up, took the brocade robe from Qingmangzi's hand, handed it to Lai Xing'er, and then officially introduced him, "This is Xuan'er's mentor - Qingmangzi Daoist, what's the matter, can't you stand your ancestor?" ”

"The ancestor is below, please forgive the grandson for having no eyes and no beads, and having a lot of disrespect for the ancestor." Listening to Jing Yuncong's introduction, the Taoist priest in front of him, who was not good-looking, but shot like a ghost, was actually Jing Xuan's master who practiced martial arts.

"Alright, get up. Lao Dao saw that your kid was born so handsome, if he was met by Senior Sister Qingcheng, he would definitely rob you of this precious grandson with Lao Dao, you kid must remember it, in the future, I will only be allowed to recognize me as my ancestor, and I can only be called Senior Sister Qingcheng, I can only be called Grandma, not anything else. Qingmangzi didn't have the posture of an elder when he spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but tell Lai Xing'er not to mess up the name.

Jing Yuncong and Qingmangzi have known each other for many years, and know that he seems to be wary of his junior sister Qingchengzi, but in fact, he is both dedicated and deep, otherwise he would not have to come to Xing'er to call Qingchengzi a grandmother to quench his thirst for lovesickness, so he stepped forward with a smile, diverted the topic from Qingchengzi, and explained to Xing'er: "Your ancestor was originally practicing in Kunlun Mountain, and after hearing the news of Xuan'er's martyrdom, he rushed to the Huazhou camp to comfort me. I heard that you were sent by the emperor to run an errand in the territory occupied by the Tubo people in western Xinjiang, so I begged the Taoist chief to meet you before you left and teach you some stunts, so that you can return safely in the future. ”

Hearing this, Qingmangzi smiled, interrupted Jing Yuncong's words, and took the initiative to say to Lai Xing'er: "Old Dao, I looked at you for two moments, and it is clear that Xuan'er did not officially accept you as an apprentice, but only taught you some of the simplest kung fu before the two armies were formed. Therefore, if you can't do it as my grandson, you have to take action in person, try your talent and determination, fortunately, when I returned your jade belt, you behaved like the old way, otherwise, even if Marshal Jing intercedes for you, the old man will not see you. Now, Lao Dao is willing to show up and meet you, I can't say that I will naturally pass on some easy-to-learn, practical and effective kung fu to you, and tell me, what do you want to learn? ”

Lai Xing'er was grateful to Jing Yuncong for his care and care for herself, and now that she has seen Jing Xuan's teacher, she can't help but recall the scene when Jing Xuan was plotted by someone and was slashed under the horse by Zhang Liang, and couldn't help but grit her teeth and responded: "As long as I can avenge the death of my mother, I am willing to learn no matter how difficult the kung fu is." ”

Jing Yuncong heard something strange from his words, and blurted out: "Didn't Zhang Liang, the murderer of Xuan'er, die under your sword, why do you still say this?" ”

Lai Xing'er learned that Jing Yuncong and Jing Zhao, a father and son, had been busy with business for many days, and they didn't even have time to communicate the details of Jing Xuan's martyrdom.

Jing Yuncong listened, still sighing, but Qingmangzi's face became more and more gloomy. (To be continued.) )