Sheng Changyun ...... Sheng?" Lin Maan's head instantly cooled: "The surname is Sheng, that is Sheng's relative......?"

Looking at Lin Maan's surprised expression, Sheng Changyun clapped his hands, and immediately, the woman who had just passed by walked in with a food box and placed the contents on the table one by one. Among them, there are some exquisite wines and dishes.

After setting up the things, the woman turned and left, without stopping.

And it was only at this moment that Sheng Changyun held his chopsticks and said, "I am the third prince of the Eastern Kingdom. The last time we met, I hid my identity, how offended!"

After that, Sheng Changyun first arched his hand, which was counted as reparation, and then poured three glasses of wine, and said: "Three glasses of water and wine, it is counted as reparation!"

Lin Mad clenched his fists, and couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

Lin Mad never thought that this young man was actually the third prince of the Eastern Kingdom. This position is truly exalted.

However, Lin Mad was more surprised by another thing.

Why did the third prince come to see him? Because he was handsome? Obviously impossible!

Sheng Changyun didn't seem to have the intention of explaining the intention, but raised his chopsticks to signal Lin to eat and drink. Lin Mad did not hesitate, and immediately picked up chopsticks and began to pick up vegetables.

Although these side dishes are exquisite, they don't taste very good. Lin Maquanquan stuffed his stomach between his teeth, and he didn't expect to eat flowers at all.

Sheng Changyun said: "In the Martial Palace, the wind is surging. It's not as simple as you think. I know you can fight through the hunt and kill, and you're extraordinary. I also know that you are unique in poetry. It's just that in the Martial Palace, it is inevitable that it will be difficult to move an inch!"

"Martial Palace, it's not just a place to practice martial arts. More importantly, the Martial Palace is in charge of all the sects in the East! These sects have the right to be dispersed and aggregated for life and death! Sects that have not been approved by the Martial Palace are all evil demons. Only the sects that have undergone the certification of the Martial Palace are the real sects. ”

"There are only two possibilities for those who have entered the Martial Palace. First, die in the martial palace. Second, he stood out from the martial arts hall and controlled the major sects in the East from then on, and was a very popular minister. Even if it is inferior, it can also point fingers at those sects. ”

Lin Mad seemed to have realized: "This Nima is similar to Jinyiwei!

Although he muttered in his heart, Lin Mad was a little excited.

Jinyiwei is nothing fun, but if it is Jinyiwei who is in charge of the sect of the world, it will be different!

There were two reasons why Lin Mad left Qingyun Sect, one was that he couldn't beat Huo Yingshan at that time, so he could only escape in this way. The second ......

Second, after all, Lin Mad still wants to protect Shangguan Ling and the others.

But now it's different! If Lin Mad really stands out in the Martial Palace, then Qingyun Sect will be a fart! It's not that he is in charge! Plus the cultivation was enough at that time, Lin Mad didn't have to worry about Huo Yingshan at all. Beat him up first, and then cut *** and send it to the East Factory!

Lin Mad secretly speculated in his heart: "Didn't you collude with Wei Kuang? Lao Tzu will send you to Dongchang to be a eunuch!"

After some speculation, Lin Mad looked at Sheng Changyun and arched his hand slightly: "I see." Thank you for the mention. ”

Lin Mad didn't know about these news, but now that Sheng Changyun said it, Lin Mad was still a little grateful.

But Lin Mad didn't think about it, Sheng Changyun actually continued: "However, entering the Martial Hall is just a strategy!"

Sheng Changyun said loudly: "Lin Huiyuan's poetry is unparalleled, and everyone in the Oriental Country knows it. If it weren't for a patriotic heart, how could Lin Huiyuan make such poems!"

"Repay the king's will on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king! If you are not a person with unparalleled loyalty and righteousness, how can you make such a famous sentence!"

"Zhuang Zhi is hungry for the meat of the demon king, laughing and thirsty for fierce blood! If you don't have great pride, how can you write such words!"

"I also have some power in the army. If Lin Huiyuan has a heart, I can now write a handwritten letter to teach Lin Huiyuan to lead the troops outside the Tong Customs. In less than ten years, the discipline Lin Huiyuan will be prosperous in martial arts!"

Lin was taken aback.

Of course, the martial arts that Sheng Changyun told him were not the martial arts of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descent, but the martial arts of Wenzhi Martial Arts. In other words, a reputation built by force!

But Lin Mad really didn't want this thing! Especially listening to Sheng Changyun's meaning, he actually planned to let him lead the troops to fight?

Lin Mad couldn't wait to sprinkle a pot of rice wine on Sheng Changyun's face!

Leading troops into battle? He's a fart!

It's easy to fight, but it's hard to fight!

Lin Madness knew that if he wanted to fight, it would definitely not be like a hooligan fight, and a group of people would go up with big sticks to fight him, and then go home alive and die coolly...... Fighting a war is much more complicated than that!

At least, Lin Mad will not fight.

As for those poems, it's not bullshit patriotic, but because Lin Madness copied it!

"Damn, if you can enter the Martial Palace, who wants to go outside to fight! Managing the world's sects is much more fun than going out to fight and lead troops!"

Lin Mad didn't say a word, got up and bowed: "A man should carry a three-foot dragon spring in the world and establish an immortal career." But!

Lin frantically shouted: "I'm a poor cloth, just a rough person." I don't know anything about leading troops to fight, and I don't know anything about temples. Or the rivers and lakes are suitable for me. ”

Lin flicked his sleeves and said, "For me, the martial hall is always better than the army. ”

Sheng Changyun suddenly froze.

"I see...... Since Lin Huiyuan thinks so, then I won't say more. It's just that I don't understand. Since Lin Huiyuan only loves the rivers and lakes and does not love the court, why can he write such magnificent poems?"

Lin Mad is talking nonsense: "If you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king, and if you live in the temple, you will worry about the people." ”

When Sheng Changyun heard this, he immediately showed a somewhat happy and sincere look, and actually knelt down towards Lin Mad and bowed deeply: "I see! I understand, I understand......

Lin Mad didn't understand. What the hell is this...... He casually copied Grandpa Fan's things, this Sheng Changyun knows a fart?

......

Since Lin Mad said that he didn't want to lead the troops to fight, Sheng Changyun didn't say anything more. After eating and drinking, Sheng Changyun asked someone to send Lin Mad away.

Lin Mad naturally wanted to return to the Martial Palace. As for what Sheng Changyun understood, Lin Mad didn't care. It has nothing to do with him anyway. And Lin Mad didn't want to lead the troops to fight. With that kung fu, lying down and sleeping at home is better than leading soldiers to war!

However, after Lin Mad returned to the Martial Palace, he realized that although the hunting battlefield was over, the trial of the Martial Hall had not completely ended, and he had to wait for the high-level discussions in the Martial Hall to decide who could enter the Martial Palace.

Lin Mad simply went into the post house in Tiandu City to take a nap and waited for news from the Martial Palace.

After two or three days like this, Lin Mad saw a person from the Martial Palace.

This person spoke simply, and directly threw a sentence to Lin Mad : "Come to the Martial Palace." You've been hired. ”

Lin spread his hands, a little helpless in his heart. I don't know how the people of the Martial Hall can be so simple.

As the other party arrived at the Martial Palace, Lin Mad saw that many of the people who left the hunting battlefield at that time were not here. Obviously, he didn't get into the martial hall.

Lin Mad didn't know what the criteria for selecting people from the Martial Palace were, but at least he could be sure of a little. Now, he is a member of the Martial Palace.

Lin Mad looked at it again, and felt a feeling of being stared at on his back. Lin Mad looked back, but saw that Zhang Wudi was still staring at him with a resentful gaze.

Lin spread his hands and pretended that he didn't see anything.

After all, Zhang Wudi had bad intentions at the beginning, and Lin Crazy had no psychological burden to deal with him as he wanted.

After the sect leader of the Martial Hall came up, Zhang Wudi withdrew his gaze. And Lin Mad also looked at the sect leader of the Martial Palace, wanting to know what this sect leader would say.

Sure enough, the head of the martial arts hall was not shocking.

"The rules of the Martial Palace are very simple. ”

"The rules of the Martial Palace, there are no rules!"