On a high platform not far from the Prince's Mansion, a middle-aged man in a red dragon robe turned his head and asked the short, slightly chubby old man with a long beard beside him: "Old man Lu, what do you think?"

The old man who was called "Old Man Lu" by the man in the dragon robe said: "Back to Your Majesty, I'm afraid that kid is not from Xingtan, but from Momen." ”

The man in the dragon robe is none other than His Majesty King Liang.

King Liang said: "But Lone tried him with Confucian knowledge, all of them answered like a stream, and the insights were high, which was only seen in Lone's life, if it was not from the mountain behind Xingtan, where could it come from?"

Old man Lu thought for a while and said, "Then assume that he is from the mountain behind Xingtan, but he has learned the classic teachings of Confucianism, but he has practiced Mojia exercises." The old master in Xingtan does what he wants and is eclectic, so he must not mind. ”

King Liang said angrily: "Confucian Mo family, do you have a quasi-letter?"

Old man Lu said: "If you can't accept this statement, then treat him as abandoning Confucianism and following ink?"

King Liang said: "Old man Lu, Lone invited you to come over so that you could verify his correct body and cut off his roots, you will be Confucian for a while, and you will be swaying for a while, what do you mean? If you can't see it, just say it!"

King Liang used the method of agitation.

Old man Lu said confidently: "I can't see it." ”

"What?" King Liang was surprised, he never expected that there was a character in this world who Old Man Lu couldn't see in person, this kind of thing had never happened before.

"What's all the fuss about, old man, I'm not omniscient. Old man Lu rolled his eyes.

King Liang turned his head helplessly, and threw his hands down, playing such a thing, Old Man Lu can throw him more than a dozen streets.

"Whether it's Confucianism or ink, it's a good thing for the eighth child, isn't that enough? I really don't understand what you're struggling with. Old man Lu said.

King Liang sighed and said, "The Confucianism and Mo doctrine are different, which determines my attitude towards Yan'er in the future. ”

Old man Lu said: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, can you manage so much?"

King Liang glared at Old Man Lu, then turned his head to stare into the distance, and fell into deep thought, the royal family is not an ordinary family after all.

After a long time, King Liang said, "Let Rujia make a move." ”

Old man Lu said: "I have already sent someone to say it, but whether I agree or not depends on her mood." ”

King Liang said: "I'll let people say it again to show sincerity and urgency." After a pause, he added: "But she really doesn't want to, so forget it, it's no longer appropriate to disturb her for this kind of petty trouble." ”

Old man Lu pursed his lips, and then sighed: "Then again, the world has not seen the immortal sword for a long time. ”

King Liang nodded approvingly.

Immediately, Old Man Lu changed his words and said with a smile: "But since then, there has been a 'mutton soup that does not change the elixir' in the world." As he spoke, the old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The two laughed.

......

The sword competition over there has ended, and Guo Dalu's bamboo knife is a steady winner.

The gray robe said firmly: "In three years, I will break your bamboo knife." ”

Guo Dalu didn't know what to say, nodded and said, "Come on!"

In another three years, Guo Dalu himself doesn't know what realm he will reach, and the bamboo knife is afraid that it will not be easy to break.

The banquet ended in a hurry, and the prince Liang Chengkang couldn't slap his face, but made himself disgraced, and he was also happy to see the fourth prince and the seventh prince, but when he thought that the eighth brother would have more strong reinforcements like Mr. Xingtan from now on, he couldn't help but feel worried, and sighed that the eighth brother had a good life, and he had one more strong enemy.

Prince's Mansion.

At this time, Liang Chengkang was not as depressed as the fourth and seventh children imagined, but instead lay on the lap of a maid with a relaxed smile on his face and asked her to feed himself grapes.

The purple-clothed maid was empathetic and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has lost two games in a row, but he is not worried but happy, could it be that His Royal Highness has a good strategy to find a victory?"

Liang Chengkang said with a smile: "You guess, if you guess correctly, this palace will be rewarded." ”

The purple-clothed maid blinked a pair of bright big eyes, thought for a while, and said: "The two enshriners of the black robe and the gray robe of the Prince's Mansion all lost to the little Mr. Xingtan who was invited back by the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince laughed, stretched out his hand and pinched the face of the purple-clothed girl, and said, "There are so many girls in the house, you know His Highness's thoughts best, reward!"

The purple-clothed maid smiled and said, "And that little gentleman Xingtan is also strange in his words and deeds, so mocking, he even took the initiative to provoke." ”

Liang Chengkang said: "He was instructed by the old eight to deliberately hit my prince's mansion in the face." ”

The purple-clothed maid let out a "hmm" and said, "I didn't expect His Royal Highness to hide so deeply and deceive everyone." ”

Liang Chengkang no longer answered, the smile was fixed on his face, he was not afraid of the old eight cities, scheming, after all, these qualities, he was confident that he was better, at least not to lose to anyone, what he really cared about was the little gentleman in Xingtan, his strength was on the one hand, and the most important thing was that he didn't know if the appearance of the little gentleman represented Xingtan's attitude, if Xingtan thought that Lao Ba was more suitable to be the lord of Liang and expressed his support, then his prince over the years was likely to be in vain.

So he had to figure this out.

"Little Mr. Xingtan" Guo Dalu knew that his enthusiastic actions at the banquet would trigger so many chain reactions, and he is now watching Liang Yan's small semi-finished "tiger bone picture".

As expected, compared with the "Black Tiger Sniffing Red Plum Picture" painted by Liang Yan before, this tiger bone picture shows the true talent and ambition of the eighth prince regardless of the overall pattern, subtle brushstrokes or color matching, and there is no concealment.

The huge and flamboyant skeleton and the spirit of a king leaping on the paper...... One can imagine how ferocious and astonishing the painting will be once it is finally completed.

Guo Dalu habitually deduced the cultivation method of the painting sect along the lines of the tiger bone - this was also a small hobby after he learned the Northern Soul Technique.

"By the way, have you ever thought about being an emperor?" Guo Dalu suddenly asked casually.

Liang Yan's face changed greatly.

How could such a sensitive topic be asked so hastily, and he was cautious, so he looked out of the door for the first time, and then looked around, for fear that someone was watching him.

After observing it for a while, he made sure that he was not being watched, and gave a soft "um".

Liang Yan is not a fool, he gets along with Guo Dalu all the way, how can he not know his ability? Even if he is not from Xingtan, it is also a certain great power with a deep status, being valued by such a great power is a great opportunity that is rare in a century, he can't make a mistake, he can't let Da Neng disappoint himself, and he can't deceive Da Neng.

Along the way, the eighth prince of Liang was under a lot of pressure.

"Then give up the succession. Guo Dalu suggested, "Concentrate on painting and doing things." ”

Liang Yan was puzzled and whispered in a low but extremely serious voice: "Please Mr. Speak clearly." "It's a different name.

"There is a saying in our hometown called the pursuit of excellence, success will come to the door by itself, which means that if you want that position, you should focus on improving your strength and prestige first, and you don't have to fight with your brothers for anything. ”

"Indisputable?" Liang Yan said.

Guo Dalu shook his head and smiled, "To be precise, whoever has the strength is the final winner, even if one day the crown prince ascends the throne according to the normal order, it is not the final conclusion." ”

Liang Yan's heart set off a stormy wave, and the essence in his eyes flickered.

"Tomorrow, call Liang Hongli to go to find sheep together, right?" Guo Dalu casually diverted the topic.

"Good. Liang Yan calmed down.

......

Sheep hunting.

Two young men in Xingyue robes walked out of the store, shook their heads and smiled bitterly at each other, and one of them said, "Anyway, the words have been brought, and the rest of the things are not up to us." ”

Another tall and thin man said: "Lord White-robed is the worship of the Prince's Mansion, but it may not be ......."

Before the words fell, his companion coughed, and the thin and tall man understood, and immediately stopped talking, and sped up his pace to return to the palace to resume his life.

The white robe worshiped rejected the request of King Liang and the national teacher on the grounds that "the breakthrough is imminent, and there is no room for distraction", and the king of Liang and the national teacher expressed their understanding, and the matter was stopped.

Prince Liang Chengkang then also got the news, he looked depressed, but he was helpless, in a white robe, he admitted that it was the worship of the prince's mansion, but he never admitted that it was his own offering. In other words, to this day, that white robe has not really taken a fancy to his crown prince.

The next day, Guo Dalu, Liang Yan and Liang Hongli came to Xunyangzhai again, and the female boss asked Liang Yan to run the hall as usual, let Liang Hongli go to do chores, and then called Guo Dalu to the kitchen to cut vegetables and meat for her.

"Have you done these things before?" the female boss asked when she saw Guo Dalu's skillful movements.

"Well, I worked part-time as a meat knife seller in Wushuang City. Guo Dalu replied.

"Part-time, what is your real occupation?"

"Monk. Guo Dalu patted his bamboo knife.

The female boss nodded, glanced at Guo Dalu, and said, "Where's your sword?"

"Huh?"

"You're a sword cultivator. The female boss said as she used the wooden scoop in her hand to promote the soup.

Guo Dalu was stunned for a moment and said, "Uh...... I didn't meet an opponent worthy of a sword. ”

"Oh? I haven't met one until now?"

Guo Dalu shook his head.

The landlady asked again, "Until this moment?"

At this moment, the four words accentuate the tone.

Guo Dalu finished cutting the side dishes, put down the knife, looked at the female boss, and said, "To answer this question, you have to look at the boss and your sword first." ”

The female boss also stopped what she was doing and looked at Guo Dalu, "I'm not sure if you have this qualification." ”

Guo Dalu spread his hands, and was about to confidently say "There must be", when he heard the female boss continue: "The opponent I used to show my sword for the last time was called Kuang Shiqi, and I stabbed him with a sword, I don't know if you have heard of this name?"

Guo Dalu swallowed the three words back into his stomach.

I thought it was a ghost general, but I didn't expect it to be Hades!

A big guy of Kuang Shiqi's time, and he also stabbed Kuang Shiqi with a sword?!

The female boss was very satisfied with Guo Dalu's reaction, waved her hand and said: "But since that time, my realm has fallen back to the original point, and I have been unable to practice for many years, and finally I had to go to the food sect to cook, and then I personally prefer to make soup, so I completely changed my career to become a cook, and I have been until today." ”

Guo Dalu asked: "Then can the seniors know Ling Hutang?"

"Who?" the landlady wondered.

"Ling Hutang, the contemporary great disciple of the Book Sword Sect. ”

The female boss smiled meaninglessly and said, "Do you think that after I am abandoned by Kuang Shiqi, I will still pay attention to the Book Sword Sect?"

Guo Dalu: 〇_〇!!

Kuang Shiqi = negative man?!!!

This is the most fierce gossip he has heard since entering the Xuan Realm.

The female boss of mutton soup in front of her actually has a story with Kuang Shiqi?

"Don't look at me with this expression, if you want to look at my sword, convince me. The landlady said.

Guo Dalu thought for a while, stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, and wrote in the air against the tumbling mutton soup in the pot.

After a while, a line of words clearly appeared in the iron pot:

"The night of the full moon, the peak of peace. A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly out of the sky!"

The sixteen characters are clearly stroked, unaffected by the buzzing bubbles.

The female boss glanced at the words in the pot, smiled slightly, stroked her sleeves, and the handwriting dissipated by itself.

"See you then. ”

Li Bai said in vain

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