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It's late at night. In an inconspicuous inn in Changping Jingli.

Mo Chen didn't have the momentum of the young prince on weekdays, knelt on one knee on the ground, and gently leaned his head on the old man's side, looking a little fragile.

His eyes were full of excitement and admiration: "Spirit Master, Chen'er has finally waited for you." ”

Sitting on the chair was the old monk who had come to King Yi's Mansion with Mo Qian during the day.

The old monk had a slean face, dark skin, and wore a gold-encrusted robe. He is the national teacher, and he is also Mo Chen's teacher, the one who is known as the ancient spirit master.

He rested the old man's hand on Mo Chen's shoulder, slapped it twice as if punishing, and said angrily: "What are you waiting for the old man to do?" Your wings are stiff, and you no longer take the old man's instructions to heart, and you are risking your life and making reckless mistakes. ”

Mo Chen's eyes were ashamed, and he whispered: "It's Chen'er, no, please ask the spirit master to punish you." ”

If the people of Fushengwei saw the scene in front of them, they were afraid that they would stare out of their eyes: Where is the appearance of the young master half of the momentum on weekdays? At this time, he looked like a teenager.

The Ancient Spirit Master sighed and helped him up: "The third tribulation should be almost here, right?" ”

Mo Chen borrowed his hand to stand up and nodded: "It shouldn't be much time, Chen'er's qualifications are dull, and he has disappointed the spirit master." ”

The Ancient Spirit Master looked at him lovingly, shook his head, and said, "It is precisely because you have not slackened off that you have been able to pass two calamities in a row in only six years. Suffered a lot of crimes, didn't you? Have you ever complained that the old man taught you such a domineering method? ”

Mo Chen shook his head again and again, and said anxiously: "Chen'er is too late to be grateful, how can she complain?" If there was no spirit master, Chen'er would have died in another country long ago, how could she finally hope for revenge like today? ”

The ancient spirit master looked at the young man in front of him. The miserable and desolate appearance when he first saw him and the current abundance and handsomeness were intertwined in his mind.

He smiled with relief, if you have a spirit in the sky, you should be relieved to see that Chen'er can finally take charge alone, right?

The ancient spirit master patted Mo Chen's hand and said: "Don't take it lightly, this exercise is extremely domineering, and each calamity is more dangerous than before. ”

His face darkened, "These old men often ask themselves whether it is right or wrong to teach you this master's original dangerous technique......

Mo Chen interrupted him and said firmly: "If there was no such exercise, Chen'er would have died in those large and small assassinations, not to mention that there are only twenty resurrection guards, that is, two hundred and two thousand can't protect it." ”

The ancient spirit master nodded, the matter has come to this, what can you regret? This child's life is extraordinary, and he just hopes that when he really reaches the last calamity, he can get the opportunity to turn evil into good fortune.

He pondered and smiled gently: "Okay! "Stand up and say to Mochen, "It's inevitable that I will be a little uncomfortable when I first arrive in Kangguo, and Chen'er will accompany Lao Wei to move his muscles and bones in two moves, how about it?" ”

As his words fell, I saw that the Gu Lingshi's originally dry and thin body instantly bulged up like an inflatable, his muscles bulged out like fists, and his body immediately became extremely strong.

Mo Chen was not surprised, and clenched his fists: "Chen'er has this intention, and I also ask the spirit master to give advice!" ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked out of the room together.

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As soon as you enter the Sifang Pavilion, the first thing you see is a martial arts arena, and after the martial arts arena, there is a vertical row of living rooms of different sizes and a long corridor, which divides the Sifang Pavilion into east and west sides.

On the east side lived the envoys of the Southern Kingdom with their attendants, and on the west side lived the two sons of the Han Kingdom family.

Sun Gaoming, who is in charge of related matters today, is an interpreter in Honglu Temple, and he is called a temporary recruit, but in fact, no one is willing to serve the hypocritical prince of the country, so he sent this unlucky guy over.

He was a small official, and he could only stubbornly stand up when he received an order. No, I just received someone, and something went wrong!

Both the east and west sides are inhabited, and although the interior is divided into several courtyards, it is not crowded, but even far away.

However, Prince Moqian is very domineering and refuses to live on one side with others. However, neither the second son of the Zong family nor the prince of Nanyu was a good talker, and it became a stalemate for a while......

"The eldest prince, it's late at night today, if you don't grieve first, you will go for one night, and tomorrow the next official will definitely think of a proper way." Sun Gaoming tried to maintain the smile on his face that was about to collapse, and persuaded him.

"If you can't vacate the courtyard, this king will live in this living room and see how you explain to your emperor!" Mo Qian was angry at Mo Chen's place, and when he arrived at the Sifang Pavilion, he was not suppressed by the national teacher, and finally found an opportunity to vent, and his eyes were ruthless with white teeth.

"This ......", Sun Gaoming wants to cry without tears, is this a prince or a bandit? Is it unreasonable?

He saw that there was really nothing he could do, so he had to run to find the second son of the Zong family, thinking that the children of the family would be better than the relatives of the emperor and the country, right?

Unexpectedly, he was sent out without even entering the courtyard, saying that the two sons were not in the hall, and the subordinates could not call the shots.

I had no choice but to go to Prince Nanyu again to see if I could be accommodating.

Prince Nanyu smiled with peach blossoms in his eyes, but unfortunately the words he said did not turn around: "If he is the prince of the country, Gu Xing may be able to give him face......"

Get! It's definitely no fun to listen to this meaning.

Sun Gaoming returned to the living room with a sad face, and said again and again: "The lower officials are incompetent, and there is really nothing to be done." Please also ask the eldest prince to be sympathetic to us and others, so let's make it convenient. ”

Mo Qian was angry, pulled out a scimitar from his waist with a "swish", pointed at the tip of Sun Gaoming's nose clearly, and said gloomily:

"Kang Guo is so majestic, even a sesame petty official dares to make a big statement in front of the palace, believe it or not, the palace directly cut you? Let's see if your emperor will stand up for you! ”

Sun Gaoming was pointed at the tip of his nose with a knife, but he was out of the way.

He straightened his waist, stretched his neck forward, and said in a daze: "Xiaguan is indeed a sesame petty official, how can the saint stand up for Xiaguan?" If you want to cut it, just cut it! However, "

He stared at the mung bean widely, and said stiffly: "Xiaguan's father is the new Shangshu's right servant Sun Min'an, and I think I will go to the eldest prince to ask for an explanation!" ”

When Mo Qian heard this, his eyes almost popped out, and Shang Shu's right servant shot? This is not the second only official of Kang Guo after Taifu? It's true that Kandi won't stand out for a mere translator, but he will definitely shoot his head for Shang Shufu.

He secretly scolded in his heart, obviously there is a father who is the second rank of the dynasty and holds real power, why do you want to be this thankless petty official who has no rank or even a grade? Isn't this a clear pit for Lao Tzu? The hand holding the knife froze for a moment, neither advancing nor retreating.

Sun Gaoming saw that he couldn't get off the stage, and the mood of being called all night also came up, and he snorted coldly: "Is the eldest prince still cut?" If you don't cut it, you will retire first, it's late at night, and there are still a lot of political affairs to deal with tomorrow. ”

After speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left, without even looking at him.

Mo Qianqi's hands trembled, and the scimitar fell to the ground with a "snap", only to see his eyes bulging, and his mouth "ho ho" panting, and the attendants on the side were so frightened that they were in a hurry, and the main hall of the entire Sifang Pavilion was suddenly full of chickens and dogs......

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