Volley into the air!

Listening to these four words, Liu Rixin's heart was surging.

His Royal Highness Taisun, it is really an immortal who descends to earth!

No! His Royal Highness Taisun is a living immortal!

Liu Rixin is not one of those ordinary people with a mouse's eyes, he has practiced life since he was a child, sensed the way of heaven, and has always believed that there are immortals in this world, but it is a pity that he has never really encountered it after traveling in the world for decades.

The folk rumored immortals, what mountain movers, Langzhong Shangzun, etc., Liu Rixin has visited them one by one, but the result is either a magic stick or a big fool, and he is not reliable.

Who would have thought that when he was old, he met here, and he was the grandson of the Ming Emperor, the future Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Liu Rixin's heart was horizontal, he gritted his teeth, and kowtowed to Meng's 'Bang Bang Bang'.

"I implore His Highness to accept the grass people as apprentices, but it is enough to teach the grass people three or two immortal methods, and the grass people will worship His Highness as a god for the rest of their lives!"

Master Zhu, who was three feet in the air, was stunned.

The levitation technique was unstable, and I almost didn't fall directly and ate.

After landing and standing firmly, he glanced at Liu Rixin speechlessly.

This little old man, seriously?

"How old are you?"

Liu Rixin raised his head, thought slightly, and grinned with his old yellow teeth.

"Eight out of seventy grass people this year."

"Then you look at the age of loneliness?"

Zhu Xiongying really didn't expect this little old man to suddenly come out like this.

"Your Highness, in ancient times, Meng Yasheng took a seven-year-old child as a teacher, so it can be seen that the apprentice is not young."

Xiaobao, who was standing on the side, came at the right time, obviously just learned from Guozi, and what he said was right.

Zhu Xiongying's face instantly darkened.

"That's Sage Kong."

Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head awkwardly and laughed.

"Hey, hey, it's still His Highness who is only eight buckets tall!"

Zhu Xiongying frowned, thinking that this thing was learning something from Guozijian all day long, and he should give Guozijian an order to let the teacher of Guozijian conduct special training in navigation and military affairs for Xiaobao.

After all, when the world is decided, he still has to let this cargo sail to explore the way, and the first round of at least the routes in Southeast Asia will have to be dry.

Master Zhu doesn't want all the countries to come to the court, what he wants is the tribute of ten thousand provinces, the world is so big, it is not the land of the Ming Dynasty.

Well, decided.

Then Zhu Xiongying looked at Liu Rixin.

"This time I set up the formation with my heart, and I never treat people who have meritorious service badly."

patted Liu Rixin on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the sliding door of the private room.

Collect the apprentices, collect the hammer.

Lao Tzu was busy with his own cultivation, and there were more than 1,400 thunders that broke through the thunder method to be proficient, and there were still more than 400 that had not been hit.

Liu Rixin was excited, and when he heard it, His Royal Highness Taisun meant 'you have laid out the array, I can teach you a few tricks', and his mood suddenly surged.

He suddenly thought of the elixir given to him by His Royal Highness the Taisun when he had given him fortune telling before, and his mood was even more surging, and he made up his mind that he would eat two pills when he went back tonight, and then find Xinna's concubine to fight the depths.

Out of the private room.

Zhu Xiongying was ready to leave.

Although the sixteenth floor of Jinling is good, but after all, he has a special identity, if it is rumored that His Royal Highness Taisun is visiting the kiln, it will really be fried, at least the private room where Zhu Xiongying stayed today, the box fee will increase tenfold.

In the drunken immortal building, the withered fence jade building, the middle is a completely hollow design, and the corridor scene of each floor can be seen from the sixth floor.

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"Huh?"

Zhu Xiongying, who was about to go downstairs, had a slight condensation in his eyes, and outside a room on the fifth floor, there was a woman with a light veil covering her face and holding a pipa, surrounded by a group of rich children.

It's a cliché plot, but it's inevitable.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

Although this woman covered half of her face, her eyes alone were pitiful and moving.

To use the more accurate words of the previous life to describe it: pure and young.

"This son, don't make trouble for yourself, you can't afford to mess with such a powerful person."

The charming woman who had passed through the private room first happened to pass by, and saw Zhu Xiongying staring at a place on the fifth floor, and reminded her.

"That's the son of Hou Zhang's family, rough by nature, Xiao Wu, this girl is also unlucky, she was targeted by this person, it's a pity, Xiao Wu is a prostitute, Meng En can sell his art without selling his body, look at this posture, this Zhang Gongzi is prepared, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my body today."

"Well, I don't know what this girl is going to do."

The woman was sighing, and suddenly her eyes were in a trance, and she found that the person around her was gone, and then she looked at it, and she didn't know when she appeared on the fifth floor.

I was shocked.

This, how did this pass?!

The magic power of the archmage is something that ordinary women can understand.

Xiaobao on the side hurriedly ran down the stairs and followed.

"Who are you? What a big dog dares, dare to spoil the good deeds of this son, do you know who this son is? Do you know who my son's father is?! ”

There is a big mole in the center of his eyebrows, and Zhang Yide, who is fat, proudly roars filial piety.

A few rich children around him also echoed and joked.

"Your father?"

"Who is it?"

Zhu Xiongying stood in front of the woman, and the woman's panicked eyes focused on Zhu Xiongying's handsome side face, and gradually settled down.

"My father is Zhang Yi, the Marquis of Heqing!"

Zhang Yide was extremely arrogant, and his face trembled twice.

Zhu Xiongying thought about it slightly, this name is a little unfamiliar, it seems that the merit is not great, but he vaguely remembers that it should be from Lanyu to Yunnan, and he was named a marquis because of his merits, and he can be regarded as Lanyu's cronies.

"Oh."

Zhu Xiongying said.

Then he turned his head to look at Xiao Wu beside him.

The words are very light and gentle, like a spring breeze in March.

"I want to be lonely."

The voice fell into Xiao Wu's ears, Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded her head reluctantly.

Who in the world dares to call it a lonely widow?!

She's innocent, and she's not stupid.

If you don't hold on to this big tree today, you will have to be ruined by this group of ugly scum, and you have to sacrifice yourself anyway, why not find someone more handsome and powerful.

"Hmm."

Zhu Xiongying grabbed Xiao Wu's hand, turned around and left.

"You kid is looking for death!"

Zhang Yide and the others were furious, and they just wanted to make a move, but their bodies couldn't move.

Immobilization.

Just when Zhang Yide was strange, the eunuch Xiaobao had already caught up, and when he passed by Zhang Yide, he smiled weirdly.

Then he touched his body and finally pulled it down his crotch.

"Come, we'll show you a baby."

Zhang Yide suddenly refused with his eyes, thinking that he wouldn't meet Long Yang, shouldn't he take off his pants next?

Don't!

Fortunately, the other party just glanced at a jade order in front of his eyes.

When Zhang Yide was glad that his ass had been redeemed, the sharp eyes of his eyes flickered to the words 'Taisun Mansion', and suddenly the heavenly spirit cover was like a lightning strike, and the back of the back was covered with cold sweat.

It's over the calf.

Half an hour later.

Return to Taisun Mansion from the Drunken Immortal Tower.

"Call Zhang Yi to see him tomorrow, and go to the Ministry of Rites to bring out Xiao Wu's cheap status."

The origin of the world is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Households, but the sixteenth floor of Jinling is the Department of Rites and Rites.

Zhu Xiongying opened his mouth surgingly, he was in a good mood, this trip was quite rewarding, there are many beauties in his harem, but most of them are charming, such as Xiao Wu's pure style, the first time.

Xiao Baolian claimed that it was, and Xiao Wu on the side looked stunned, along the way, she thought about the noble person she met today, but she never thought that it was His Royal Highness the current Taisun.

The cheap status that has plagued the prostitute for life, in His Royal Highness the Grand Sun, is just a few words.

The pair of watery innocent eyes, looking at His Royal Highness the Grand Sun, were full of admiration.

"Big brother, save our father!"

Suddenly, there was an explosion.

I saw Zhu Yunxi, who was full of fried hair and sobbing water, didn't know which horn Gada, he had been wandering back in Taisun Mansion for a long time, and if Zhu Xiongying didn't come back, he would tear down the roof.

Zhu Xiongying frowned, and asked the palace maid to lure Xiao Wu away.

"What's going on?"

Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Yunxi's death-threatening appearance.

"Big brother, let's not talk about it first, let's go to the East Palace to save my father first, and if we don't go to our father, we really won't be able to hold it."

Zhu Yunxi grabbed Zhu Xiongying's hand and ran out.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

Whether Ah Biao will die or not, Zhu Xiongying knows best in his heart.

The seven years of refilling the cup have not arrived, and it is impossible for Ah Biao to die a natural death, at most he will be tormented by illness, and if it is more serious, he will become a living dead to spend the rest of his time.

But after all, he is his own father, and he can't let Ah Biao suffer too much, after all, he is a well-known filial son.

"How did the eldest brother teach you, be calm when you encounter problems."

Zhu Xiongying patted the little brother on the shoulder, thinking that he would send you overseas to experience and experience in the future.

"Let's go."

led Zhu Yunxi, Zhu Xiongying went to the East Palace.

………………

Ningdi, Ningwangfu.

The border between Ningdi and Yandi is separated, and it is a flying eagle that can travel four thousand miles a day, so after Zhu Laosi sent the letter, King Ning received it an hour later.

Looking at the handwritten letter from Zhu Di from Yandi in his hand, King Ning frowned.

The content of the letter was very simple, and he knew what King Yan meant.

He understands the truth of cold lips and teeth.

Coupled with the death of King Qin, it was even more stimulating to several of their powerful vassals.

Now before the kings of the north, there are only two paths to choose from.

First, be soft.

Willing to be stripped of everything, lucky to become an idle prince, unlucky to be imprisoned for the rest of his life.

Second, roll up your sleeves and work to the end.

Won the power to dominate the world, and lost the underworld to fish.

Obviously, including King Ning, they all automatically chose the second one, and those who have ambitions will never be subservient.

The nine kings of the northern realm, divided from the territory, can be divided into three parts: left, middle and right.

Su, Qing, Qin, on the left.

Jin, generation, centered.

Yan, Ning, Gu, Liao, on the right.

And judging from the current situation, with the destruction of the King of Qin, Lan Yu has full authority to take over the Qin land, and King Su of Qing is the head of the Taisun Ma, so the left part of the entire northern territory is under the control of Zhu Xiongying.

In addition, the news of the vigorous reorganization of the army in the Beijing camp has already reached the ears of the kings, once the Beijing camp sends troops, and then closes the troops of Su, Qing, and Qin, any of the other six kings alone will not be able to resist, so they can only wait.

Zhu Quan put down King Yan's letter and muttered to himself with his eyes.

"The Six Kings of the North, the Alliance."