A few days after the sting, it rained, and the summer heat had quietly hit, and people began to reduce the burden on their bodies. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The masters were dazzled by the colours of silk and the occasion, the commoners were dressed in linen and had different expressions and drifted through the crowd, and the slaves were sluggish to the weather, some of them wearing thick cotton jackets and sweating from their heads.

The day of the gambling game between Datang and the Third Lady is coming soon, and this time it is different from the usual one that it will be held in front of the Xuanniao Gate in Bocheng, allowing everyone to watch.

The daily hierarchy of Bocheng is not strict, and it is often like this, and the masters are often mixed with civilians and slaves. They gathered outside the gate of Shangbo Palace, staring at the huge fierce bird engraved on it.

The fierce bird is the Xuanniao, which is the guardian deity given by the gods to the Shang tribe.

Push forward another ten years, the arrogance of the Shang State is extremely arrogant, and it can even compete with the Xia Hou, the co-ruler of the world, in some aspects.

After the first battle of Xiatai, the princess Bai Su, the mother of the Shang State, was killed in battle, the Shang Bo and the black robe of the staff both fell, most of the major generals were killed and injured, and the vitality of the entire Shang State was greatly damaged.

Shang Bo was originally going to recuperate, but where could the Xia Hou clan make Shang bigger again, so he came to give a marriage. So Shang Bo got another third lady, and Datang had an extra stepmother.

The third lady is the daughter of a minister of Gu Guo, and Gu Guo has always been a minion of the Xia Hou, so the intermarriage between the third lady and Shang Guo is actually used to restrain Shang Bo.

She took 10,000 tiger soldiers with the name of "dowry" of the Xia Hou clan, and this "dowry" gave the third lady a strong right to speak.

The third lady, who was full of confidence, forced Shang Bo to give birth to a son with her within a few days of coming, that is, Qu Gongzi, named Zishu.

Today's Shang country says that the good ones are called yin and yang declines, and the bad ones are called doves occupying the magpie's nest, and this gamble is a microcosm.

There was a crowd of people in front of the door, and a commoner of about fifty years of age, dressed in burlap, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his thin arms, said:

"My son saw the ugly boy once a few years ago, and now he cries at night and immediately shuts up as soon as he mentions that name. ”

Another civilian said: "Although the ugly boy is ugly, but his heart is really not bad, in the early years, when I traveled abroad, he personally picked up a load of water for my wife." It's a pity, now the ugly boy has become an orphan who has no mother and seems to have no father, alas, he is really pitiful!"

They didn't deliberately lower their voices, and the words were listened to by the people around them, and some slaves wanted to ask, but they lowered their heads as soon as they opened their mouths, and there was really no place for them to open their mouths to speak.

Instead, a man in cyan silk asked, "Sir, could it be that so many people gathered here just to see his ugliness, isn't this detrimental to the prestige of the main family?"

The civilian turned around and said, "Our old man can't afford to be a 'sir'. I all know that Uncle Shang only cares about others punching me, and I will beat his whole family, where do you care about the prestige of the master's family. Today is the gamble of the ugly prince and the third lady, and if he loses, he will have to leave the Shang Kingdom. “

The man in Tsing Yi said with a hint of disdain: "I heard that the ugly man has no Heavenly Saint bloodline and has not awakened, and an ugly man who can't practice leaves the protection of Shang Bo, and he can't be treated as a monster and put on the holy fire?"

The commoner heard the contempt of the foreign master, and was displeased, so he stopped talking, and after a while, he whispered to himself: "This year, Shang Bert is quasi-martial arts, and if the ugly boy refuses to admit defeat, I am afraid that he will see blood!"

"When did the ugly boy admit defeat!" the slave who had endured it for a long time finally said a word, and then quickly turned his head away.

The door rumbled open, and Datang walked out first.

"Wow......" The street suddenly erupted in the cries of hundreds of babies and children.

Datang walked to the center of the square in front of the door with a big grin, squeezing out a kind smile to the people around him.

As soon as this smile appeared, dozens of children shouted "Mommy", and those little dolls were squeezing out a way out of the encirclement of thousands of people.

When the man in Tsing Yi saw Datang's face, he also gasped: "This must be an ugly boy." He had tried his best to think in the direction of ugliness, but the reality was far uglier than he imagined.

"Hello everyone!" Datang looked around at the onlookers: "I am the ugly boy Datang!" Although his voice was a little childish, his breath was steady, and he did not panic at all, and his self-deprecating title attracted good-natured laughter from the people around him.

As soon as the opening remarks of the ugly boy Datang were finished, he was rudely interrupted by a sentence.

"Childe, why don't you start now? According to what I said before, this first battle will break the formation?" The speaker was a middle-aged man, with long hair tied up, a kind face, and a very humble look.

His name is Bingchi, he was born as a slave, and later was taken by the third lady, so he also became a guest in the palace. After climbing on the beautiful and sexy long legs of the third lady, Bingchi became a well-behaved domestic dog. More than ten years have passed, and he has become a witch of the Shang Kingdom, and the so-called formation is one of his responsibilities. Of course, there will also be some special tasks.

For example, he was also involved in the latest assassination of Datang.

Datang turned around and naturally recognized Bingchi, but there was no overreaction on his face, and he said lightly: "Yes!"

Bingchi took out forty-eight crystalline jade stones from his clothes, all of them were bright and clear, and he knew at a glance that they were not ordinary.

Forty-eight pieces of falling seeds were in Bingchi's hands, arranged in an orderly manner according to the direction of the gossip, and suddenly connected into three layers of faint arc light, which looked extremely good.

He said: "Tang Gongzi, the old slave inherited the forty-eight hexagrams from the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi, and I beg the prince to teach you the knowledge of the end of the school! If you find the place of life, you will win." “

Datang pursed his lips, he was well-read and insightful, and said sarcastically: "Forty-eight, Fuxi sixty-four, if you can get sixteen true inheritances, you won't survive in this small Xuanniao Gate, and the gold paste is a face after all." Let's say, if this son destroys your formation, will he also win?"

Bingchi was stunned at first, and then laughed wildly, and of course the jade could be smashed by a stone when it was scattered. After forming a formation, the power is like the heaven and earth, mountains and stones, and a person who cultivates to two realms higher than Bingchi may be able to destroy it, but this ugly monster in front of him may not be able to do it if he is given twenty years of cultivation.

So he said with a playful smile: "Childe, in the past two years, the king was not allowed to compete in force, but this year is different. Don't say sixteen, even if there are only four trigrams to deal with you, it is more than enough! If you are injured because of this, it has nothing to do with the old man!"

His words were really contemptuous with a gun and a stick, Datang snorted heavily, rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms like dead branches.

But how to break the formation really made it difficult for him, although he had read a lot of similar materials, but in the end there was not the slightest true qi in his body. None of the possible solutions could be carried out, and after thinking hard to no avail, I had to come up with a desperate posture.

He reached out and grabbed the jade formation, and as soon as his fingers touched the white light, he was electrocuted back, and he was smashed with a stone, only to bounce back and hit his feet, and then he was replaced with a wooden stick, which was bounced off and knocked into his head, and he drew out the bronze sword he was wearing, and the sword was broken in two......

The more he tried, the more injuries he had.

Bingchi had a monkey-like satisfaction on his face, and the onlookers began to laugh at this ugly monster who was not self-sufficient, while some civilians showed compassion on their faces, and even persuaded Datang to give up.

Datang just buried his head and had a way to deal with this formation that seemed to have the slightest effect on the left and right.

An hour passed, and the silk brocade shirt on Datang's body was stained with blood, and he didn't care about it, staring at his two eyes panting in front of the formation, hoping to see a clue with the accumulation of knowledge in previous lives and future lives.

Bingchi looked at the embarrassed Tang Dynasty at this time, his heart was very comfortable, and he had been very valued by the third lady recently, so his words were a little carried away:

"Tang Gongzi, you give that thing to the old slave, and then admit your mistake to the old slave, the old slave releases the water, even if you win this game, you continue to be your eldest prince, and we will be fine. Oh, this is what the Third Lady has acquiesced to. “

What Bingchi said was left by Da Tang Niang before she died, and it has been kept by Shang Bo, and Da Tang has never seen it. But whether he had seen it or not, he did not allow a slave to pretend to be greedy and compassionate in front of him.

Anyway, if you fight for a while, you will either be killed or injured, who will suffer from this kind of bird anger at this juncture.

So, Datang shouted to Qingzhu behind him: "Go and move a big chair for this son!"

Bingchi only used it for him to smash the formation diagram - naturally it couldn't be smashed, and the smile on his face was even more proud.

The one-foot-high chair was placed in front of Bingchi, Datang stood a little taller than Bingchi, he raised his slap and carefully looked at the palm prints on it, and then slapped Bingchi heavily on the left side of his face.

The square froze instantly, and the plain and gentle ugly boy beat people so ruthlessly and strongly, and the slaves and civilians who had been oppressed by Bingchi felt relieved at the moment.

Since Bingchi followed the third lady, when had he been so humiliated, the qi in his body exploded instantly, and the wind around his body suddenly blew Datang far away, and he wanted to commit murder.

The black robe quietly appeared by the Xuanyao Gate, stretched out his hand, and the wind calmed down.

"Smack"

Datang, who stabilized his figure, slapped Bingchi on the right side of his face again, and actually beat him to a stumble, the audience really couldn't see that this ugly boy was weak but his hand strength was so big.

After the fight, Datang took out a silk scarf from his arms and wiped his hands, and then said condescendingly:

"What a powerful dog slave, I really can't tell the difference between high and low eyebrows, master and slave noble and low! This son's things you dare to covet, beware that I have uncovered your dog skin!"

Bingchi's face was blue and red for a while, and he squinted at the black robe and was about to leave, and the formation suddenly changed with his gestures, and it turned out to be a gossip city. A great suction force was generated on the city, and Datang's body involuntarily rose from the ground and smashed towards Xiongcheng like a fallen leaf.

Countless sharp stone swords and bone swords suddenly appeared on the city wall, and they were actually going to hang him alive.

The black robe rushed out of the Xuanniao Gate in an instant, but Datang was so close to the city wall that it seemed that it was too late to rescue him. The spectators closed their eyes in fear, Datang seemed to be going to die!

But Datang himself was not reconciled, and the cry from the bottom of his heart made him want to smash this so-called gossip Xiongcheng even more.

When the longest bone knife stabbed into Datang's skin, a strong qi suddenly generated from his black armor skin and instantly transmitted to his arms.

"Boom"

A deafening sound suddenly filled the air with a puff of smoke and dust. The giant city collapsed with a bang, forty-eight pieces of jade turned into powder, Bingchi's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was full of incredulity! He never thought that this ugly waste boy could really destroy the foundation of the jade formation.

Here's why!

Datang staggered to sit on the big chair, and said vaguely: "Breaking the formation, it's really breaking the formation!" The two "broken" exits with completely different meanings were still not enough to relieve his anger, and he spat at Bingchi with bloody spit.

The black-robed figure blocked the sunlight, and a look of fear suddenly appeared on Bingchi's face, who was languishing.

There are not many people who can make him afraid after hugging the third lady's thigh, but the black robe is definitely the one he doesn't want to face. His eyes for help hurriedly looked at the door of Xuanyao, where there was a graceful and luxurious lady, squinting at the black robe.

The black robe felt the gaze, and then a sneer squeezed out of the corner of his mouth.

A bone sword came from far and near, and instantly skipped Bingchi's neck, and a head rolled out of the distance.

At this time, Datang's voice came from the crowd:

"Next!"

Then a strong man with a height of nine feet stood still in front of Datang.