A little Taoist priest came to the Hou Mansion in white, he called Dao Thirteen, and looked at the little Hou Ye in the Hou Mansion.

In the living room, the three of them sat opposite each other, and after drinking a fragrant tea, Dao Thirteen said that the little white dragon had violated the taboo, and if he didn't release those Taoist priests early, he was afraid that he would suffer bad luck.

"I can understand that Brother Dao cares about the feelings of those Taoist priests, but my generation of monks, I am cultivating the Great Dao, and my life is in my own hands, I can catch it, Brother Dao doesn't have to frame me with this trick to fool children." As he spoke, the little white dragon stretched out his palm, and his five fingers slowly closed, as if he had already grasped his fate.

Xiao Bailong then sighed sincerely: "It's not that I don't want to let go, without my father's seal, I really can't do anything." ”

Dao Thirteen smiled and put down the white jade teacup in his hand: "I think the little marquis is misunderstood, the poor Dao just told the little marquis what he saw, I am from the mountains, what about the Taoist priests of those sects, I don't care too much, since the little marquis doesn't believe it, then don't mention it." ”

Xiao Bailong smiled and said nothing, he naturally didn't believe the words of the thirteenth.

"Both of them are southerners, and they have never tasted the food of Chang'an." In order to ease the atmosphere, Xiao Bailong talked about the food in Chang'an, after all, the most intimate thing is to eat, who in this world can not eat.

Speaking of eating, Xiao Bailong had to leave the two of them for dinner anyway, and by the way, let Chen Qingshan and Dao Thirteen take a look at the Kunlun slaves they had just received.

When it comes to Kunlun Nu, Xiao Bailong's face has a light, after all, there are three things in Chang'an that represent identity and status: Kunlun Nu, Bodhisattva Man, and Silla Maiden.

Kunlun Nu and Bodhisattva were from overseas, while Silla was a small country in the northern part of the Tang Dynasty.

Kunlun Nu has black skin and curly hair, which is taller than ordinary Tang people, and is very loyal to the master, mostly male. And the Bodhisattva is pale-complexional, can sing and dance, and has an exotic style.

Silla was originally a subsidiary of Xingchenhai, relying on the support of Xingchenhai, so he provoked the Tang Dynasty several times on the border, and the Tang Dynasty sent a marquis over, and it took three days to fight down, so that there was a tradition of paying tribute to the Tang Dynasty.

The marquis drove a warship into the capital of Silla at that time, and he didn't open the killing ring, but just asked: "Incompetent, do you want to destroy the country?" ”

From then on, Silla obediently bowed his head and never moved again.

At the banquet, Chen Qingshan saw the Kunlun slave of the little white dragon, barefoot, burly, although there was no cultivation, but even the martial artist of the first realm may not be his opponent.

Kunlun Nu knelt on one knee in front of the little white dragon, letting the little white dragon stroke its head, the lion-like man was as docile as a cat at this time, giving people a great visual impact.

"It's a very peculiar bloodline, it's a little similar to the demon clan, and all their skills come from the bloodline." Dao Thirteen closed his eyes and sensed it, and then commented, Dao Thirteen has a strong ability to perceive, in one sentence.

The little white dragon nodded, waved his hand slightly, and the Kunlun slave stood obediently behind him, so docile that he didn't have the slightest expression, just to do everything his master commanded, like a puppet.

Listening to Dao Thirteen's words, Xiao Bailong said proudly: "Naturally, my Kunlun slave of ordinary bloodline is already rare, and the top bloodline is even the Holy Emperor's Majesty will like it." ”

Chen Qingshan shook his head, just buried his head in eating, he felt that no matter how strong this Kunlun slave was, he would never be able to compare to the martial artists of the Tang Dynasty, because the martial artists of the Tang Dynasty had blood and bones, and they would never bow their heads so humbly.

And in fact, above the border passes of the Tang Dynasty, at least eighty percent of the monks are martial artists, and it is the martial artists who have built an invincible border city with their bones and flesh.

Although the martial artists do not know any words, they have the heart, and if they have the heart, they are destined not to become anyone's slaves, but just die, and the martial artists are not afraid.

Chen Qingshan didn't know where these Kunlun slaves were shipped from overseas, but Chen Qingshan knew that they had no sense of identity with their own ethnic group, let alone like the monks of the Tang Dynasty, who were proud of their civilization and were willing to throw their heads and spill their blood for their civilization.

Therefore, Kunlun slaves will always be Kunlun slaves, and the Tang people, because of their civilization, will never become Kunlun slaves. Unparalleled cohesion and identity, this is Datang.

"Anyway, there was an incident in Chang'an because of Kunlun Nu." The little white dragon drank some wine, and the conversation opened.

Xiao Bailong's words quickly attracted the attention of Chen Qingshan and Dao Thirteen.

"What?" Dao Thirteen played with the wine cup, stretched out his hand to toast the little white dragon, and an invisible tentacle slowly climbed on top of the little white dragon's heavenly spirit, and then lay down.

The little white dragon only felt that it was night, the sky seemed to be a little cold, drank the wine in the cup to warm up, and the little white dragon began to tell the story.

"It's a Confucian cultivator, that's the only Confucian who dares to reason with His Majesty the Holy Emperor in the Taihe Hall and scold His Majesty the Holy Emperor for being pedantic, the key is that he also walked out of the Taihe Hall safely."

"Hey! Don't say it, I still admire him. The little white dragon on the table looked at the sky and the moon, and sighed, after all, everyone admires the courageous people, even the little marquis of the white-clothed Hou family, is no exception.

And this person who scolded the Holy Emperor should be the most courageous person in the world.

"What happened?" Dao Thirteen's curiosity came up.

Xiao Bailong tilted his head and motioned to Dao Thirteen to look at Kunlun Nu: "That year, a group of Kunlun slaves with top bloodlines came from overseas, how top are they, let's put it this way, it is an ordinary martial artist in the Five Realms, and it is not the opponent of any one of those Kunlun slaves, such a quality Kunlun slave is my father, and it is estimated that the marquis in white will have to hurt for a long time to buy one." ”

"But what does this have to do with that Confucian cultivator and His Majesty the Holy Emperor?" Dao 13 questioned.

Xiao Bailong smiled: "Kunlun slaves of this quality naturally have to pay tribute to His Majesty the Holy Emperor, and at that time, the one who was responsible for escorting this group of Kunlun slaves into Chang'an was a great Confucian of the Six Realms, although he was not from any academy, but his strength was stronger than the great Confucians of his peers in the academy, so His Majesty the Holy Emperor handed over this batch of Kunlun slaves to him to manage." ”

"And the fault is that the Holy Emperor handed over this batch of Kunlun slaves to him, this guy finally secretly released this batch of hard-won Kunlun slaves, when His Majesty the Holy Emperor personally asked the reason in the Taihe Palace, he said that along the way those Kunlun slaves learned some Confucian art and science from him, and knew the honor and disgrace. Since he knew the honor and disgrace, he should not be slaves, so he took it upon himself to give them freedom. Xiao Bailong added, and shouted that this Confucian was one of the few wonderful people in the world.

Although Xiao Bailong is a warlock, it can be seen from his words and demeanor that he admires that Confucian very much. In his opinion, people who do things that people in the world dare not do should be the first class in the world.

Dao Thirteen looked at the top of the little white dragon's head, the tentacles lying on his stomach like an octopus, a little unbearable, after all, this little white dragon seemed to be a straight person.

Since he couldn't bear it, then he didn't look at it, Dao Thirteen took his eyes off the little white dragon: "Later." ”

"Later, naturally, the great Confucian and the Holy Emperor scolded in the Taihe Hall for a long time, and finally brushed his sleeves away, and made an oath that he would not enter Chang'an in this life, you know, the Holy Emperor's temper at that time was not as good as it is now, and he was able to walk out of the Taihe Hall unharmed." The little white dragon said, sneezing, a sign of a bit of a wind chill, and it was the tentacles on the top of his head that brought bad luck in the dark.

With the monk's body, there was no such thing as wind and cold early on, even if the little white dragon was not a martial artist who boiled his physique, he was a warlock.

Monks generally don't get sick, but if a monk gets sick, there is no one who can be cured, and it will even endanger his own cultivation and life, just like Uncle Qian, who ushered in the five decays of heaven and man in the empty Mingfang.

The bad luck that Dao Thirteen put down on the little white dragon is not as heavy as Uncle Qian, but the little white dragon does not have Uncle Qian's cultivation, so whether the little white dragon will be like Uncle Qian, Dao Thirteen doesn't know, it's just that Dao Thirteen can take away the invisible tentacles on the top of the little white dragon's head at any time.

Xiao Bailong didn't take the sneeze seriously, but just said to himself: "I don't remember the name of the great Confucian, I only remember that his surname is Bai, since he left Chang'an, it seems to have disappeared, and I have never heard of him again." ”

As he spoke, there were more doubts in the little white dragon's eyes, why did such a person, who is destined to leave his own style in history, disappear into the sea of people.