Chapter Twenty-Five: The Self Is the Real Me

The word "god" quickly disappeared with the evaporation of the drink, but it was already imprinted on the hero's heart, and his hairs stood on end, and he almost wanted to escape.

"Master, what are you trying to do to scare people? How can a man with weak arms and legs afford such a burden! ”

"Silly boy, the teacher has been observing you for the past two days." He Qinghuan put a piece of boneless chicken into his mouth, and said while chewing, "Before entering Bannu Mountain, you acted unscrupulously, rudely and wantonly, and some others wanted to scold and scold, but I was still chic."

You can see that although there were a lot of troubles at that time, you lived a very happy life.

But all this is gone from the moment you return from Mt. Bannu.

At the birthday banquet, you made a stunning appearance and thwarted your opponent's plan in one fell swoop, which seemed to be happy, but in fact it was tied up and extremely unpleasant.

Yesterday, in order to vent your anger on your servant, you brought someone to the door, but you only cut off one of the first evil arms, and then there was no follow-up. The rest of the people were even deliberately made by you to become witnesses, and the bullying was justified and bullied, which is ridiculous.

Who are you? You are the young palace master of the Baji Palace, the only son of the king of Frost State, in this millions of miles of territory, you should be your father and mother and your second.

It is your natural privilege to be arrogant, and it is your signature to be reasonable.

What was your face before?

The old man doesn't believe in the name of the Silver Devil waste, just your parents help you defile yourself, it can be so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it must be related to your daily behavior of doing your own thing and ignoring the rules.

Boy, why did you just go to Bannu Mountain, it's like a completely different person?

Ever thought about it? ”

If the hero was drunk, he recalled his previous reckless behavior, and combined with the depression in his heart for the past two days, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

That's right! Why did I suddenly change so much?

"In the past, your heart was empty, and you could naturally live without heart and lungs, but in that Bannu Mountain, you inherited the will of the nine gods and imprinted the words 'God bless the world' on your heart.

Shouldering the great pressure, but I still don't realize it, I will naturally subconsciously feel anxious, confused, and upset, trying to eliminate all the ghosts and ghosts in front of me, so as to find the ease of the past.

But how is this possible?

Silly boy, you've taken the load! ”

He Qinghuan said it easily, but in the ears of the hero, it was tantamount to Hong Zhong Dalu, resounding in his mind and buzzing.

No wonder, in the past, I would only change the way to have fun, and what I thought about the most was how to collect all the beauties in the top ten on the jade list except for the two sisters to my home, and in the past two days, my mind has been full of divine grace.

Is the wine and food not fragrant? Or is the beauty no longer eye-catching?

It turned out that I was unknowingly ...... That path has been chosen.

Your sister! Worrying about the country and the people or something, it is not at all in line with Lao Tzu's painting style!

I was betrayed by my own subconscious, where can I make sense?

Looking at the hero's sad face crying and laughing, He Qinghuan took another sip of wine, as if he had tasted some elixir nectar, and shook his head with his eyes closed, full of comfort.

"Master!"

The hero was so angry that he snatched his cup and said depressedly: "What should the apprentice do in the future, you should give him a trick!" ”

"Look at your stupid look." He Qinghuan's face was full of disdain, "Do you understand what it means to put the cart before the horse?" If you go to Bannu Mountain in your current state, you will bet that you will definitely not be able to pass the test of Naraushzi! ”

The hero was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a hole open in his head, and a large bucket of water with ice cubes poured down, cleaning all his consciousness, including every pore, clean and transparent.

Yes! If I can pass the test, I must be recognized.

Now I have entered the cognitive barrier, drilled into the tip of the horns, and thought about it, but in fact, the self is the best me.

Lao Tzu just needs to be himself, he doesn't need to change at all!

He jumped up, bowed solemnly to He Qinghuan, and then turned around and ran.

"What are you going for?" He Qinghuan asked.

"Let's see if I can off my grandfather!"

The hero didn't look back, and passed by a little maid who delivered food, pinched a piece of meat from the plate and ate it, and pinched someone's face lightly.

The little maid's face turned red instantly, her eyes flowed, and she was so ashamed that she almost couldn't stand steadily, she didn't expect that he just wanted to wipe the oil off her fingers.

He Qinghuan laughed when he saw it.

The young palace master of the Ying family has been as naughty as a demon king since he was a child, and everyone knows it.

The shackles in his heart were removed by the master's words, and the hero only felt refreshed, and he didn't even sit in the carriage, so he led a fast horse out and went to the Eagle Guard Mansion as fast as possible.

"Why are you here again, but what new have you discovered?" Seeing her younger brother running into the public room with a smile, Ying Lan asked in surprise.

"I'm in a hurry, I'll talk about it later."

The hero walked through the main hall and ran straight to the archives in the back.

Ying Lan frowned and muttered to herself: "Stinky boy, suddenly laughing so happily, I don't know what moths are going to come out again." ”

Entering the archives, the hero slapped the waist card on the table, said eight names to the registrar inside, and then said: "Find all the incriminating evidence about these eight families, don't say no."

Hurry up, no matter how big or small it is, no one can be left behind. ”

The registrar was taken aback, but when he looked at the waist card carefully, he didn't even dare to let go of a fart, and hurriedly ordered his men to find it.

After a while, several people came out with three large boxes, which startled the hero.

"So much?"

"Back to Your Highness," said the Registrar, "this is only the file of the eight people you said after the separation, and there is still a box before that, do you want it?" ”

The hero feels a little toothache. Grandpa had three brothers, and those three brothers gave birth to eight nephews for him, and this alone committed three major box sins, and how many other Ying clan people were there?

Nima! The prince of bullshit is guilty of the same crime as the common people, which makes Lao Tzu embarrassed to greet people when he goes out in the future?

"What, first pick out the big crimes and serious crimes, and then go to some secretaries and scribes, copy the evidence of the crimes of these eight clansmen, write leaflets, and post them all over the city."

"Dare to ask Your Highness, what is a leaflet?"

"It's a notice. By the way, don't write too much crepe, be like telling a story, be down-to-earth, so that the people can understand it. ”

The registrar's eyes twitched fiercely, and he took the order.

Soon, the eight major sin files were selected, and the hero flipped through them one by one, and only then did he return to the main hall after knowing what he knew.

"Sister, give me eight captains and one hundred horses."

Ying Lan was taken aback and glared: "What are you going to do?" ”

The hero grinned, revealing his white fangs.

"Raid the house!"

In the Eight Poles Palace, a palace attendant walked into the imperial study with his head down, and reported in detail what happened in the Eagle Guard Archives.

Nvidia stopped the pen in his hand, thought for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled, and ordered: "Tell those who are responsible for copying that they must write down Xiong'er's heart for the public." ”