On the seventh day of the sixth month, the carriage passed through the Bazhou Mansion.

The assassin Shi Yamen and the Jiedu envoy Si Yamen sent congratulatory gifts, and strongly asked the prince to stay and entertain them, which means that they do not get off the carriage, that is, they do not give thin noodles to the lower officials and others.

Xin Zhuo finally realized what it means to be a privileged class, what it means to be a relative of the emperor, he is not a person who loses face, so he "reluctantly" and "reluctantly" got off the car, ate nonsense for a day, and then loaded a carriage of "Bo Li" and continued to go north, detouring to Du Kang's Mansion to pick up Cui Ying'er and them.

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Bazhou is a full 300 miles from Dukang Mansion, and the journey takes at least four to five days.

It was such a long way, rocking in a carriage, and there was nothing to do but sleep.

Frankly speaking, Xin Zhuo is not a martial artist in the true sense, at least he doesn't need to meditate, run every day, and work hard like ordinary martial artists.

Cicada Yi and Sheng Lingge were extremely surprised by this, so much so that they really suspected that the prince would not be able to martial arts at all.

When the carriage was still seventy miles away from Du Kang's Mansion, Xin Zhuo had already slept seventeen or eighteen.

I ate a little too much along the way, and when I got into the carriage, I was very sleepy, until I was awakened by two calm voices outside:

"The three madmen of the Wudang Sect have seen the son of the world!"

"Shaolin Dry Star has seen the son!"

Cicada Yi on the opposite side opened his eyes and looked at Shizi with a blank face: "You can choose to see or not to see!"

This answer sounded very arrogant, but Xin Zhuo felt a little excited, and he had jumped from a world of talking with his fists to another world of fighting for his father.

He opened the corner of the curtain and looked out, only to see an old Taoist priest with a white beard and an old monk with a white beard standing on the side of the road.

The two stood silently, doing nothing, but exuding a heart-warming aura.

Behind the two of them, stood Zhao Ling, Master Kujing, the head of the Heshan faction, the head of the Gucang faction, the elder of the Wudang faction, and people who were familiar with Zhao Li, Song Xijun, Keqingxi, and so on.

All of them had varying degrees of eerie respect on their faces.

Xin Zhuo lowered the curtain and asked, "Does the Jiang family really have such a deterrent?"

Cicada Yi replied expressionlessly: "Naturally, there is!" The ancestor of the withered star Zen master, he was instructed by the ancestors of the Jiang family in the martial arts realm in his early years. The three crazy Taoists were the martial arts boys of the great ancestors of the world!

There were many people who were amazing and brilliant in the Jiang family, and their protégés were all over the world, which was also part of the reason why Jiang's name shook the world. ”

Really! The hundreds of years of family gate valves are not just talking, and they are deeply involved.

Xin Zhuo naturally put up the shelf, closed his eyes and squinted slightly, ignoring it, otherwise how could he be worthy of the pursuit and fighting father a few days ago to "lie down and win".

Cicada Yi already understood, and coldly asked out the window, "What's the matter?"

The three crazy Taoists said with a smile: "A few days ago, the Wudang faction had a deep misunderstanding with the prince, and the old man specially presented seven rhubarb court scriptures and three transfer meridian pills, which is not a tribute!"

"Amitabha, so is Shaolin!"

The withered star Zen master said: "Shaolin is willing to present the eighteen stunts of the martial arts realm and the seven pieces of the Great Return Pill!"

Cicada Yi looked at Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, he didn't seem to need anything except the sacrificial spirit himself, but it was obviously not appropriate to find the sacrificial spirit at this time, opened the curtain, and said coldly: "I understand it, it's just you...... Sincerity is not enough! ”

Song Xijun and Zhao Li glanced at each other, gritted their silver teeth, and the words "villain Dezhi" almost popped out.

It's already bleeding profusely, and it's not enough! We all dream of it every day, Xin Devil is Xin Devil!

The withered star Zen master and the three crazy Taoists looked at each other and smiled:

"Then add the Supreme Guanyuan Heart Sutra!"

"Shaolin Thirteen Martial Arts Scriptures for Chasing Demons!"

Xin Zhuo looked at Cicada Yi in surprise: "How?"

The tip of Cicada Yi's nose twitched: "The martial arts of the two factions are not satisfied, they can only wipe their necks!"

Xin Zhuo replied "reluctantly": "So-so, so be it!" Lao Sheng, come on! ”

"Boom ......"

The convoy faded away.

The masters of each faction watched silently for a long time, until the convoy was out of sight, and Song Xijun couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Taishi, why bother?" The treasures of the town faction were all given to him! ”

The three crazy people who were over two hundred years old couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh:

"The rise and fall of the Jiang family's family has fallen on the shoulders of this son, and he is also the one who is prosperous, and he is also the one who is defeated, but he doesn't know, what does it matter if there are just the classics of the Gongfa? But this cause and effect, and look at the future! ”

Song Xijun, Zhao Li and others were confused, but they felt ...... With the Xin devil here, there seems to be nothing that can't be done, right? This dog thief is more treacherous than anyone else.

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Dukang Mansion, located in the north of Bazhou and southwest of Jingjiang Mansion, is a traffic fortress leading to the hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times.

If you talk about the ranking of the family backgrounds of the dignitaries of Du Kangfu, Du Kangbo Mansion can at least be ranked among the top three, Du Kangbo Jiang Biche's father was born in the Jiang family, and he is a general of Zhengdong, and he is also a martial arts master in the Wupin Realm.

Jiang Beiche has a son, Jiang Hezhu, Wenguan, east, west, north and south, Wujue Jianghu factions, of course, these are self-styled.

Jiang Gongzi has been a little distressed in the past two days, and even uneasy.

Once did a period of Menghu Village's second master, he naturally knew Xin Zhuo's subordinates Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui and others, a few days ago he coincidentally found that Huang Dagui appeared in Du Kang's Mansion, and saw Cui Yinger and others along the vine.

It excites him.

On his own turf, he has the absolute ability to hunt down these people.

Although Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu and the others seemed to have learned Xin Zhuo's skills, they were very cunning and difficult to catch, but it was just difficult to catch, and he was completely sure that he would force them into a dead end and slowly tease.

He did, and he did, and then, he heard a terrifying message.

This news, not only him, but also his father Jiang Beiche has not closed his eyes for several days, he doesn't think about tea and rice, his mouth is foaming, and he doesn't know what to do.

"Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, uncles, aunts and grandmothers, come out, go to my house, greet you with good wine and food, and be full of sincerity!"

Jiang Hezhu led a group of guards to lie outside a continuous abandoned courtyard with a complex environment, shouting hoarsely inside.

After a while, Huang Dagui's loud voice came from inside: "Fuck your uncle's Jiang Hezhu, are you a three-year-old child?" If you let it out, you will get out? Kind of you come in? ”

"What the hell am I supposed to say that you will believe me?"

Jiang Hezhu looked bitter, "This is simply ...... The flood washed the Dragon King Temple, your Jiang Gongzi and our Du Kangbo Mansion are world friends, and my father and I have admired Jiang Gongzi for a long time! ”

"Phew! Which ghost is Jiang Gongzi and who knows him? Bragging and not playing drafts? ”

Han Qi Niang's voice sneered: "Even if you say the flowers, we won't believe you!" In a few days, the big boss will come, and you won't be able to cry even if you cry! ”

"I can't stop crying!"

Jiang Hezhu sat on the steps, hung his head and said, "Who can believe this?" You are the son of the Jiang family, and you are too deeply hidden, isn't this pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? If only I knew I was joining you! Hey? Murong Xiu, you are a dog who is lucky, did you know it early on? ”

"I know your uncle!"

Murong Xiu sneered: "Don't play tricks, there is a kind of you coming in?"

"I don't! If you don't come out, Lao Tzu won't leave! ”

"If you don't leave, we'll consume it!"