Zuo Mengeng's face smiled twice, and he was very unhappy in his heart.

You, Ziyang Zhenren, are just a guest I invited, and you're here to help. Lushan Hanyang Peak Yu Wangtai, you are expected by the public but defeated, and Ben Shuai did not cure your crimes.

This has already given you enough face.

Now you want to be anti-guest-oriented, let Ben Shuai speak and count, and you are willing to gamble and lose, so why not let Ben Shuai lead the crowd to surrender to the faint king?

Which end of the hell are you?

Entrusted by Ma Shiying, Wu Shen presided over this wine game here on behalf of Ma Shiying, for the young marshal Zuo Mengeng and others, of course, including Wu Shen himself, he still regarded himself as the future national teacher of Nanming.

At this time, Wu Shen spoke, "Immortal Chief, the battle of Yuwangtai can at most show that the Faint Monarch is a step ahead, and nothing else can be explained. Victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers, and it is better for us to think long-term, and as for the rest, it should be decided by the old man and the young marshal."

"The abbot is right, the immortal chief admires that faint king, but we may not admire it." Master Hami grinned widely.

Tuotuo, the old Zen master of Putuo Temple in Zhejiang, also nodded again and again.

Ziyang Zhenren looked at it, this is a typical to sit back, talking doesn't count, what kind of hero was Zuo Liangyu at the beginning?

The young marshal Zuo Mengeng is also a tiger father without a dog, how can there be so many villains around him, but it's a pity that I, Ziyang Zhenren, am with them!

Ziyang Zhenren's face became even more violet, his eyes were round, his eyehairs stood up, and he slapped the table with a bang.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, people don't know what to do without faith! Since this is my Ziyang Zhenren on behalf of the young marshal and Ma Ge Lao and Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty, it is said that it is good, whoever loses has to admit defeat and admit guilt, red mouth and white teeth, black and white, how can he go back on his word and make the world laugh at shame? In the future, where will I put my Ziyang real face, isn't this going to fall into poverty and injustice?"

Ziyang Zhenren was angry, and the others really didn't dare to say much.

At this time, the two sages of Maoshan came over, "Brother Dao don't say a word, let's just drink today, and talk about other things later, come, come, sit, let's continue to drink......

"No!" Ziyang Zhenren's temper came up, and he glared at the two sages of Maoshan, "You two rashly helped Poor Dao on the Yuwang Stage, we have already defaulted first, but despite this, we still lost. Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty still treats us politely regardless of his past suspicions, otherwise you and I will all die at this time and have no place to bury."

The two faces of the two sages of Maoshan became ugly in an instant, for the sake of us all being disciples of the Three Qings, and we both worked for the young marshal, so we came to help.

In other words, we are also afraid that you Ziyang Zhenren will be embarrassed, so we will help you out of kindness, why don't you know what is good or bad, but instead accuse us?

"Okay, good, Brother Dao, Brother Gao Feng Liangjie, count the two of us as a plus, and we will be well fed."

The second saint of Maoshan was bored with himself, and returned to his seat stupidly.

At this time, Zen Master Tuotuo came to the round field, "Immortal Chief, we are now each our own master, we can't take everything too seriously, the water is clear, there are no fish, and people are observant. We are all here to help, and everything is up to the young marshal and the old man to make the decision, and we are the only ones who look to the horse."

Ziyang Zhenren sneered again and again, "Today, we must make it clear, if someone wants me Ziyang Zhenren to go back on my word, Poor Dao will never agree!" Since you lose, you have to be willing to gamble and lose, young marshal, when are you going to lead the crowd and Poor Dao to surrender and confess to Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty?"

Ziyang Zhenren's eyes were aggressive, and he looked at Zuo Mengeng.

Zuo Mengeng's face was extremely difficult to see at this time, and he wanted to have a seizure, but he felt that he was really going to fall out, and no one could be Ziyang Zhenren's opponent.

But Ziyang Zhenren forced him to surrender, which was simply killing him!

At this moment, the sound of continuous coughing outside came, and someone shouted outside, "Master Hou has arrived—"

All the people present stood up, and Zuo Liangyu, Marquis of Ningnan, was helped in. He was followed by two colleagues, Yuan Jixian, the governor of Huguang, and He Tengjiao, the governor of Huguang.

Someone hastened to give up their seats, and they had to sit in the main seat.

Neither did Zuo Liangyu

Be polite, after sitting down, let Lord Yuan and Lord He all sit down.

"Dad, why are you here?" Zuo Mengeng stood in front of Zuo Liangyu in a proper manner, and said with his fists clenched.

"I know all about you, Lord He and Lord Yuan, the three of us also discussed it just now, don't toss anymore, the emperor is the real emperor, and we were deceived by bad people to make this situation. Ziyang Zhenren is right, we should confess our guilt, hurry up and prepare, three days later, you will all join Benjue to ask the emperor for guilt."

"Huh? This ......."

Zuo Mengeng's group of people, but they didn't expect the sudden change in the situation to ask Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty for their guilt? Is this old man sick and confused? They all looked at each other.

Especially Wu Shen, Master Hami and Zen Master Tuotuo, these three monks were fierce, and their eyes all fell on Zuo Mengeng's face.

"Dad, since you have made a decision, the child should obey his fate."

Zuo Liangyu nodded, and Ziyang Zhenren's face also became much better-looking.

"Amitabha, there are two sentences that I don't know if to say or not?"

"If the monk has something to say, please speak in person," Zuo Liangyu saw that it was Wu Shen who signaled to him.

"It's a big deal, has Master Hou ever seen Lord Ma Shiyingma?" Wu Shen said.

"What did you say?" Zuo Liangyu's face changed when he heard this, "You are a monk who moves right and wrong everywhere, how can you have room to speak, this is my Zuo Liangyu's Jiujiang, not your Nanjing, if you don't want to stay here, all of them will get out of here, get out of here!"

Zuo Liangyu's temper was really irritable, pointing at Wu Shen's nose, and mercilessly scolding him for a bloody sprinkler, and bringing the others along with him.

Zuo Liangyu lost his temper, so many people really could smell the needle, and none of them dared to speak, including Wu Shen, his face was extremely pale, and the fire in his heart rose and fell, but he never dared to attack.

"Dad, it's all to blame for the child's incompetence, everything will be done as you say, go back and rest, don't be angry with your body." Zuo Mengeng persuaded again, and scolded Wu Shenzhen in his heart for having no eyesight and deserving to be scolded.

Who is my dad? We didn't dare to speak, but you came here to talk nonsense, you were too self-conscious, and you really thought of yourself as that, Nanming's national teacher......

Zuo Liangyu took Yuan Jixian and He Tengjiao and left here. I couldn't drink this wine anymore, and Ziyang Zhenren left.

It's just that the two sages of Maoshan and the three ghosts of Xunjiang invited by Zuo Mengeng are all there, Wu Shen, Master Hami, and the three great monks of Zen Master Tuotuo, as well as He Taichong and Zhang Songzhou of Laolongshan, and the father and son of the Xia family in Paradise Village have not left.

Of course, these martial arts masters are divided into two factions, one is to follow Zuo Menggeng, and the other is to follow Wu Shen.

But now they don't have a taste in their hearts, a good wine banquet has become like this, who has the final say in this Jiujiang City? Surrender to the Dusk?

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen