Zhou Jiuer looked at the gossip diagram on the table, a strong straight tooth flower.

"What's wrong, I don't understand?"

Just by looking at him like this, Wang Quan had already guessed the approximate situation.

Zhou Jiuer nodded, quietly put the bag of silver on the table into his arms, and then said:

"According to what the prince said, the things in the palace are used to match the gossip with talismans, and eighty percent is a formation, but the specific effect is not good.

If the prince wants to figure it out, it is best to copy the talisman together, and then find someone who knows how to ask, the matter of the formation is indeed ignorant. ”

Wang Quanquan saw that Lao Dao's face was twisted, and he was not embarrassed, re-rolled up the gossip map, and left.

……

Late at night, Wang Quanquan lay on the bed tossing and turning, and he always felt that Wen Fuding was plotting something in secret.

Zhou Jiuer Xu received the money but didn't help, so he was a little reluctant to go, so he secretly told him a secret.

On the head of the capital that day, Wang Zhide, who had not yet been called the emperor, had knelt down to Wen Fuding, and the smile that appeared inadvertently at the corner of the other party's mouth at that time made Zhou Jiuer feel a chill down his spine.

Wang Quanquan writhed on the bed like a maggot, and Yan Rongrong, who was half-asleep on the side, muttered dissatisfiedly:

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan retracted his thoughts, leaned into the other party's ear and whispered:

"Lady, you said that we have been married for so long, should we have another son?"

Yan Rongrong instantly sobered up when he heard this, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Knowingly ask!" Wang Quanquan laughed evilly and pulled up the quilt.

……

The next day, Wang Quanquan, who had tossed for most of the night, slept until three o'clock in the morning, and when he got up, there was no one around him.

Fortunately, he had long been used to it, and after calling his subordinates to wash and change clothes, he went out of the room.

In the courtyard outside the house, the young man Hong Mao was wielding his sword vigorously, Wang Quanquan stood aside with great interest to watch, and the young man saw the arrival of the master, and danced more vigorously.

Wang Quanquan saw that his apprentice was working so hard, so he mentioned a few words from time to time, and after half an hour, the tired and sweaty young man sat on the stone bench, picked up the tea and drank it.

"Apprentice, Old Man Ye hasn't moved for a few days, did he tell you where he was going?"

The young man drank two cups of tea in one go, and then wiped his mouth and said:

"He said that he still owes favors, and he can't continue to talk to me until he pays it back."

"Listen to the teacher's advice, this old man Ye has something, you don't suffer a loss when you learn art from him, as long as you can learn real skills, what's wrong with calling Master?" The king's authority began to persuade him bitterly.

Unexpectedly, the young man's neck twisted and said:

"Then how can it be done, a good woman does not marry a second husband, a good disciple does not worship a second master, even if he has great ability, I Hongmao only have you as a master."

"You have to go, you are high, you are so stubborn and I don't know who to follow."

Wang Quanquan first sighed helplessly, then seemed to think of something, frowned slightly, and after a while, he said with doubts on his face:

"That's not right, the surnames are different."

"Master, what are you muttering?"

"It's nothing, after a while, show me the sword that Old Man Ye taught you."

"Okay!"

……

While the master and apprentice were talking, the porter Laifu came over with a panicked face.

"Lord Wang, there are people outside the door asking to see you."

"Who?" Wang Quanquan asked casually.

Hearing this, Laifu hesitated, and after seeing the master's puzzled eyes, he said cautiously:

"He's a vegetable farmer."

"Why don't you talk to the cook, tell me?" Wang Quanquan couldn't help but scold.

"But he asked to see the prince by name."

"He said I'll see you when he sees me, is this king very idle?"

As soon as Wang Quanquan's voice fell, he suddenly realized something, and his eyes glared, "Did you kid accept benefits?" ”

Hearing this, Laifu hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, "You just borrow a small gut, and the small one doesn't dare, the key is that the person is too evil." ”

"Evil Sect?" The king's face was suspicious.

……

Outside the gate of the Ankang Palace, a middle-aged man in his early fifties looked indifferently at the two stone lions in front of the palace.

Wang Quanquan looked at the farmer in a coarse linen coat and a hat, and said with a puzzled face:

"Listen to the porter, you want to find me?"

The farmer took off his hat without hurry, looked up and said:

"I've seen the prince."

The farmer was good-looking, his face was not as dark as that of the other farmers, and although his beard was not long, it was evident that he had been specially groomed.

Wang Quanquan was stunned for a moment after seeing the other party's true face, and then said lightly:

"Come in with me, I'll let the chef in the house pick it later, if it's fresh, the price is negotiable."

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled:

"Naturally fresh, freshly picked in the morning."

Laifu pointed to a pair of stone lions at the door and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was glared back by Wang Quanquan, "What are you doing in a daze, pick up the dishes to the kitchen." ”

Laifu was dumb and ate coptis, so he had to do it honestly.

……

"Why didn't Zhang Zhangjiao say anything before he came, I also let Laifu pay attention to it, so as not to collide with the real person." Wang Quanquan walked as he approached the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, subconsciously brushed his beard, and found that he was lonely, so he said a little helplessly:

"It's okay, that little brother didn't do anything to me, but it was the poor way that scared him."

"This kid has always looked at people with his nostrils, and it's good to teach him a lesson, I don't know what method Zhang Zhangjiao used to scare him like that?"

"It's just some trick to make the stone lion at the door blink."

The man who was called the head of the sect by the royal authority said the words in a light and breezy tone.

The Zhang Zhangjiao in front of him is the current Zhangdanxuan of Longhu Mountain, that is, the beautiful facial features Lingtailang of the Qin Tianjian back then.

At the beginning, Wang Quanquan crusaded against Wang Zhide, and asked this Zhengyi scholar how to crack the Wen Fuding Fuding Fu, Zhang Danxuan did give a hint at that time, but he did not let him pour dung at others, this lack of virtue idea is obviously Wang Quanquan himself realized.

Later, Wang Quanquan was defeated, Wang Zhide entered the capital, and the Zhengyi and Quanzhen two religions were squeezed out by the Chuanzheng Mansion, and finally had to resign and leave Beijing.

As for how the other party became the head of the sect, the king's authority is unknown.

……

"The prince is really well-informed as always, and the sect has been keeping the matter of the succession of the poor Dao in charge, but I didn't expect it to escape the eyes of the prince."

Zhang Danxuan said with a smile.

Wang Quanquan waved his hand when he heard this, "It's not a big deal, there is no impermeable wall in the world, but this king happened to be interested in Taoist things recently, so he specially inquired about it." Zhang Zhangjiao came at the right time, and this king happened to have a question that he wanted to ask the orthodox people of Taoism for advice. ”

Zhang Danxuan stroked his beard and said bluntly:

"It must have something to do with the Chuanqi Mansion."

"Zhang Zhangjiao is really clever, I don't know what it is ......to come this time."

"Poor Dao is also here for this purpose."

……