"Shut up!"

In the Tibetan mission, the capable man at the head of the delegation scolded sharply: "Mu Chi, you are drunk, you dare to talk nonsense, why don't you make amends to Your Majesty?" ”

The bearded man named Mu Chi seemed to be really drunk, and he actually scolded his boss: "I, Gongphong, you don't pretend here, aren't you just relying on Zampu's attention, otherwise you are a pariah, and you are worthy of commanding me?" ”

"If you don't let me say it, I'll say it!"

Mu Chi relied on the strength of the wine and said loudly: "Maha is so powerful, what Li Zhenren, even if he borrows the strength of others to defeat him, he will definitely be a great injury at this moment, and he is definitely not the enemy of Maha!" ”

"In this case, it is better to let him tell the Guru the whereabouts of Maha, so that the Guru can personally deal with Maha, and it can be regarded as avenging Master Huikun!"

Hearing the name Huikun, the young monk's gaze fluctuated slightly.

Hui Kun is his master, when he was defeated by the hands of Maha, he died depressed, often looked in the direction of the Western Regions and sighed, before his death, he passed on his lifelong cultivation to him with the method of empowerment, and ordered him to be better than Maha in his lifetime!

The leader of the mission, Gongbu, who had a capable temperament, pointed at Mu Chi and said angrily: "Bastard, Li Zhenren is a young hero of the Tang Dynasty, how can you be slandered here?" ”

Mu Chi raised his wine glass, took a sip of wine, and sneered: "Hero? How can there be a hero in this world who secretly hides and does not dare to see people? If he is a hero of the Tang Dynasty, then I Muchi is still our hero of Tubo! ”

Gongpot sighed and pleaded with Li Shimin: "Mu Chi, he is drunk and talking nonsense, and he hopes that the Tang Dynasty will atone for his sins!" ”

Li Shimin looked at him coldly, his sharp gaze seemed to see through his heart, making his heart tremble, and his gaze lowered even more.

Li Shimin sneered in his heart, that person was not drunk, these two people were acting for him.

A chill flashed in his eyes, and he was about to say something, when suddenly Na Mu Chi shouted, his voice was full of fear, as if he had seen something very terrible.

"Snakes, there are snakes!"

Mu Chi threw down the wine glass, grabbed his throat with one hand, and reached into his mouth with the other hand, as if he wanted to pull out something, his body kept struggling, and a wisp of stench appeared, I don't know if he was suffocated or frightened, he actually wet his pants in public.

Many people covered their noses, and the Tibetan envoys were also ashamed.

The young monk seemed to notice something, his treasure was solemn, and a Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth, like the bell of the treasure temple, which was deafening.

Mu Chi's spirit was shocked, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity, but he still touched his neck with more than one season.

"I ...... I just saw a giant snake in the wine glass, and I drank it into my stomach......"

Talking and talking, Mu Chi couldn't go on anymore, after all, this was too ridiculous.

At this time, a voice sounded, like the sound of a jade flute, clear and extraordinary.

"Interesting, it turns out that your Tibetan heroes were scared by a few non-existent poisonous snakes, which is really an eye-opener for the poor road!"

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see a handsome young Taoist priest with an extraordinary bearing approaching him.

He is dressed in white and gold, with a slender figure, long black hair tied with a wooden hairpin at will, black and white eyes, straight nose and thin lips, sword eyebrows into the sideburns, holding a unicorn whisk dust, walking like jade.

The moment he saw this white-clothed Taoist, the chill in Li Shimin's eyes suddenly disappeared, revealing a hint of a smile.

Mu Chi was ashamed and angry, and said, "Who are you, and you dare to make noise here?" ”

Li Daoxuan did not answer him immediately, but first bowed to Li Shimin, and then sat down swaggeringly, and the lady in Tsing Yi followed him silently, without saying a word, just watching quietly.

"Little Taoist, let me ask you!"

Mu Chi slapped the table and said angrily.

Li Daoxuan didn't even look at him, but took a pear from the table, stretched out his hand, and the giant sword was already in his palm, only four inches in size, without any brilliance, it looked like a small black kitchen knife.

The Juque Sword has the ability to be large and small, and although it is not as exaggerated as the golden hoop stick, it has a hint of charm.

While peeling the pear skin, he said surgingly: "Poor Dao doesn't want to talk to the hero who pees his pants. ”

"You-"

Mu Chi wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard an incomparably majestic cold snort.

Li Shimin stared at him, the majesty of the emperor was like thunder, and the air around him seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

"You pleaded again and again, saying that you asked to see Taichong Zhenren, but when the person came to the front, but there were no eyes, it was ridiculous."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and their eyes were shocked.

They knew that Li Zhenren was not very old, but they didn't expect to be so young, and he looked like he was probably just in his early twenties......

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The most important thing is that in their imagination, Li Daoxuan has just finished fighting with the evil Buddha, even if he is lucky to win, he should have suffered a lot of injuries, how can he be so radiant and almost radiant like now.

Among the Tibetan envoys, only the young monk did not show surprise, he just glanced at Li Daoxuan deeply, and the spiritual lines in the center of his eyebrows shone slightly, and he had already seen the depth of Li Daoxuan.

Late Yin God Stage!

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Li Daoxuan's eyes to regain his calm.

At this time, Li Shimin looked at the leader of the mission, Gongbu, and said coldly: "In the Anren Palace, how can you allow the madmen to be presumptuous, since you can't discipline your own subordinates well, then I will discipline them for you." ”

"Drag it out, and the rod will be eighty."

"No!"

White Tiger Captain Wang Bo had long seen that person was not pleasing to the eye, and at this moment, with Li Shimin's order, he immediately walked over, lifted Mu Chi with a big fan-like hand, and walked outside the palace.

Mu Chi struggled and begged for mercy, the eighty sticks were not so comfortable, and he had to take his life if he didn't even have to take his life.

In a panic, he looked at Kampot and said loudly: "Kampot, you asked me to accompany you to act, didn't you say that the Tang Emperor wanted to maintain the alliance with us, and didn't dare to do anything to me?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Kampot suddenly felt red-faced, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Li Shimin's eyes.

"Kampot, it seems that you, your subordinate, are indeed not lightly drunk."

Li Shimin's eyes were deep, and in his flat voice, there was a deep turbulence of still water.

Kampot was stunned, and suddenly there was a feeling of fear, only to feel that the young emperor in front of him was really unfathomable, and all his scheming and means could not be hidden from the other party's eyes.

Like a clown jumping off a beam.

"Guru save me, Guru save me!"

Mu Chi had been dragged out of the hall, and his voice was getting farther and farther away.

At this time, the young monk seemed to be unbearable and wanted to save him, but as soon as he raised his head, he happened to meet a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss, as if there were stars running, and the sun and moon were hidden.

Those were Lee Do-hyun's eyes.

Fan Seng was taken aback, only to feel that Li Zhenren, who he could still see through just now, had become unfathomable at this moment, as if everything he had observed before was the intentional guidance of the other party.

Even when he looked at Li Daoxuan, his spiritual sense appeared with a sense of crisis, which made him feel like he was on pins and needles.

With his mental cultivation, he was enough to sit upright in the pit of flames and settle down peacefully, but at this moment, just because of a pair of eyes, it was like a cold light on his back, and his mood fluctuated.

After a moment of silence, the monk finally did not make a move, and there was a miserable scream of Mu Chi outside the hall, at first he was hoarse, but the sound became smaller and smaller later, and finally he seemed to faint, leaving only the sound of the wooden stick hitting the flesh, like a dull drum sound.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, the vicissitudes in his eyes disappeared suddenly, and he quietly put away the great magic power of moving stars and changing buckets.

He lowered his head and continued to peel the pear with the giant sword, and when the last trace of pear skin was peeled off, the pear flesh was as white as jade in the sun, moist and juicy.

Li Daoxuan handed the peeled pear to the taciturn maid behind him.

"Qingni, do you taste sweet?"