On the Falling Ink Mountain outside the Demon Cave, Li Zhu, the deputy commander of Qianniuwei, finally looked forward to a letter from Kyoto.

Li Tang's attitude was tougher than Li Zhu thought, he just said: Don't worry about those children of the family, Li Chen is the prince, then it is my son after all, since it is my son, then I sent my close servants over, after all, it is just a family matter, since it is a family matter, whether it is a temple or a family, no one is qualified to point fingers, even those children of the family are the same, so take advantage of the time when Li Chen is deep in the demon cave, you can think of taking over Meteorite Mountain.

Li Zhu was alone, and sighed heavily, don't look at His Majesty's words without giving in, that's because this matter doesn't require him to face the children of the family, if something happens, he can push it to himself, just say that he is bent on doing it, and it has nothing to do with His Majesty.

On the first day of going up the mountain, after his noble dream was shattered by the eldest grandson Daosheng and Lu Han, he understood that the line of Falling Ink Mountain was by no means fat, in the eyes of the family and the saint, a mere deputy commander of Qianniu Wei was nothing, if he died today because of the matter of Falling Ink Mountain, someone would take this place tomorrow, and even give another surname Li, this surname that most people are born out of reach, is just their casual charity.

Li Zhu understood that he had just gotten a name, but what the one in the palace wanted was his life.

"I should have understood that the bones of the master are never so easy to connect." Li Zhu was disheartened.

Following.

A group of Qianniuwei people held a flatbread in their hands, held a sea bowl of stew, squatted on the ground and made a pile with a group of soldiers, sucked a mouthful of vegetable soup, and rolled the flatbread with slices of meat and stuffed it into their mouths.

The other soldiers on the Meteorite Mountain looked at it in amazement, they just felt surprised, during this time, they had heard that the new group was the Qianniuwei of Kyoto, but they had not dealt with it very well, just because Qianniuwei looked down on these Meteorite Mountain soldiers from the bottom of his heart, and the soldiers of the Meteorite Mountain thought in their hearts: We have even seen the Nine Emperors and the sons of the Cui family, and the characters like the reincarnation of the immortals are still in the same pot and stove with us, squatting on the ground and rolling cakes and pouring rice and eating hotly, what do you say you are Qianniuwei, one by one eyes glancing at the sky, After all, it's not the people in the palace, except for the different places on duty, what is the difference between the others and us?

Starting today, a group of Qianniuwei also followed the local customs, leaving aside the pride of Kyoto, and plunged into the fireworks of Meteoric Mountain.

Half a month later.

A middle-aged scholar came down from the Meteoric Ink Mountain, with no embellishment in a long shirt, only a long knife at his waist, he climbed the steps, and drilled all the way down the path through the shacks like a lush forest, and saw the camp tents dotted with dots from a distance, and walked over with small pebbles under his feet.

He came to a young man who was squatting and chopping wood, "Rude, where does Deputy Commander Qianniuwei live?" ”

"You mean Li Zhu, right?" The young man glanced up at him and pouted not far away, "There's a game of chess over there!" ”

Li Zhu, who was playing chess, was brought into the camp by the middle-aged scholar, and looked back with a cold and sarcastic smile, "The dignified son of heaven is close to the deputy commander, and he actually nests in this mountain to play chess for recreation, who will believe it?" ”

Li Zhu lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything, his heart said that it seemed that the matter of the Nine Emperor Princes this time was indeed too big, and even this one went down to Jiangnan, but it was rumored that the family style of the eldest grandson family has always been fierce, how could it be that because of the children of the sect entering the demon cave, even the head of the family was alarmed, and he came all the way to Meteorite Mountain?

His mind turned to himself, as if he hadn't heard the mockery of the big man in front of him, until he heard such a sentence.

"Tell me about the Nine Emperors."

Li Zhu raised his head slightly stunned, and said in his heart, could it be that this one went up the mountain for the Nine Emperor Princes? But as the head of a family, how could he be interested in the behavior of a mere Nine Emperor Princes?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, he still lowered his head and said word by word: "The Nine Emperor Princes are the posture of the sky, I have been in Kyoto for decades, and I have never seen a young man with such a demeanor, even if it is the second prince."

Hearing this, the eldest grandson Shunde said impatiently: "There is no need to talk about the other princes, I just ask you, what is the cultivation talent of the Nine Emperor Princes, and what is the relationship between them and Dao Sheng?" ”

Li Zhu calmed down at this time, although he was now able to get by on the Falling Ink Mountain, but when it came to the prince, he still didn't dare to say much, but because of the identity of the person in front of him, he had to speak, "The Nine Emperors have excellent cultivation talents, I often see him and the eldest grandson practicing with each other, and the eldest grandson and several other princes of the family call the Nine Emperors brothers, and I have seen several princes perform half-master salutes to the Nine Emperors." ”

The tent was quiet for a long time, Li Zhu didn't dare to look up at the expression of the eldest grandson Shunde, this great commander of the Thousand Niu Wei Realm was cranky for a while, and he didn't know what kind of changes his words would make in the Meteorite Mountain, or the court, or even the holy dynasty.

"You go out first."

Li Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew from the camp, turned around and plunged into the noisy chess game with a crowd of people, a group of rough people scolded at every turn, and laughed loudly because of a few meat jokes.

In the tent, the eldest grandson Shunde pondered for a long time because of Li Zhu's words.

After that, he stayed in Meteoric Ink Mountain, and he stayed for more than a month, just waiting for Li Chen and the others to come out of the demon cave.