Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong chatted for a while, and he saw that Zhao Rang still had a knife hanging from his waist.

"They also let you carry a knife."

Yuan Mingkong said incredulously.

Zhao Rang pointed to the knife on his waist and said:

"Not only did they let me carry a knife, but you didn't see that they gave me a new scabbard?" 1

Yuan Mingkong looked at it fixedly and said:

"The scabbard of the black steel, they really bothered to think about it. This scabbard must not have Shang Eleven. ”

Zhao Rang shook his head.

Yuan Mingkong thought that he meant that Shang Shiyi did not have it, but Zhao Rang said that he didn't know.

When Shang Shiyi gave him this knife, he didn't have a scabbard. In the clothing estimation shop in the northwest market, although the cowhide scabbard is good, the soft sheath does not meet Zhao Rang's habits, and it can only be said to be improvised.

In the room on the second floor of Taiheju just now, the scabbard and knife that the third master Wang gave him were really a perfect match. As for where it came from, he didn't care. Because a scabbard is not important at all to the feast that is about to begin.

On the other hand, if they can allow Zhao Rang to bring a knife to the banquet, it shows that in their hearts, a knife can't change anything, even if the knife is in Zhao Rang's hand.

However, both of them thought at the same time, if this knife was in Ye Sanniang's hand or Wei Xingshu's hand, would it be very different?

After all, knives are dead things, and the person who uses the knife is the key.

Every weapon has its lethal side and irreparable shortcomings.

Both sides of the banquet have weapons that they think they will win, but it depends on who they can kill. Just like the black steel knife in Zhao Rang's hand, its sharpness is naturally the most outstanding, and the openness and confidence of the person who can use the knife are not two more useful weapons than the sharp edge?

In the entire hall, except for Yuan Mingkong and Zhao Rang who were talking, no one else spoke.

Of course, some people don't want to speak, and some people want to say what they can't say.

The effect of Ximen Dazhuang's medicine has not yet passed, so he can only keep his mouth open and keep haughting, standing aside and listening to the lively conversation between the two, but he can only stare dryly.

Third Master Wang listened silently to the chat between Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong, and the look on his face was very satisfied.

The scabbard was given to Zhao Rang by him.

The knife was also brought by him with his acquiescence to Zhao Rang.

This gave him a feeling that he was in control of everything, and now in the hall of the Water Pavilion, he was indeed the highest in terms of seniority and status.

It wasn't until Yuan Mingkong and others called him aside that the look on Mrs. Wang's face was slightly restrained.

The two whispered for a quarter of an hour, and the third master Wang straightened his clothes, especially pulled the collar straight, and then walked to the center of the hall and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the sect leader has something to do temporarily, so he will come later. Just now I sent a message to ask everyone to sit down and eat and drink, without waiting for him. ”

When he said this, Mrs. Wang's voice was extremely powerful, and the speed of his speech was neither fast nor slow, which made people listen very gently.

However, after he finished speaking, he paused slightly, so that everyone's attention was focused on him.

Such people are generally very egoistic.

Zhao Rang is no longer known now.

"Does he think he's the Sect Master?"

Yuan Mingkong said with a sneer.

Zhao Rang replied:

"After the sect leader became the head of the country, he promised to make him the national teacher."

The corners of Yuan Mingkong's mouth are hooked in a larger arc:

"It's strange that such a prime minister doesn't die in the country!"

Zhao Rang suddenly remembered Wang Xiaoshan's evaluation of his father-in-law as a national teacher, but it was diametrically opposed to what Yuan Mingkong said.

In fact, in his opinion, it is not impossible for Mrs. Wang to be a national teacher, even if he is a very selfish person. But if people don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, the prince will still look forward to his father and the emperor as soon as possible, how can there be prime ministers in all dynasties who don't want to be autocratic?

After Mrs. Wang finished speaking, he took the lead in sitting on the right hand side of the main seat.

The people of the Western Regions didn't have this kind of exquisiteness, and they didn't even use round tables much. But today's arrangement is indeed like this, and when Mrs. Wang sits like this again, it sets the tone.

"Sit down, everybody! It's all old acquaintances and old friends! Don't be inhibited! ”

Mrs. Wang was proud of the spring breeze and beaming with joy.

Being able to act on behalf of the sect leader on such an occasion, he felt that his position as the national teacher was already in his hands.

"Xiaoshan, you sit too!"

Wang Xiaoshan was still standing behind his father-in-law and waiting, and when he heard this, he said politely:

"It's okay father, I'll just stand!"

He thought that Mrs. Wang was polite, but he didn't expect that his father-in-law was very insistent this time, and he must let him be seated.

After the father and son sat down, the others sat down one after another. But without exception, they were all far away from Third Master Wang and Wang Xiaoshan, and they all sat under Zhao Rang.

There are currently six guests.

The main family is headed by Mrs. Wang, and the guests are headed by Zhao Rang......

After thinking about it in his heart, Zhao Rang felt that there were at least four people who did not come:

Princess Amani, Prince Anzo, Dharma Protector Hongjiang, and the mysterious Master.

Everyone sat for a long time, but they didn't see the food and wine on the table.

Although Zhao Rang was not in a hurry, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Who would have thought that there was anyone more anxious than him!

The first one to stand up and be dissatisfied was Simon Dazhuang!

It's a pity that he can only slap the table with the big slap of his own fan.

As a result, as soon as he filmed it, the earth-shattering sound sounded, and Hediye let go of his voice and cursed to the third master Wang:

"Old Zamao, you're buried up to your neck, it's okay to eat less. But I can't stand the hunger! Even if it's a severed head meal, you have to be full of wine and meat, right?! ”

Mrs. Wang smiled generously, as if he didn't care about Hedille's curse.

But a person who is being proud is suddenly scolded for "Mao Zamao" and "about to enter the ground", he must not be happy to think about it.

Ordinary people will rush up to argue after hearing this, not to mention the third master Wang who is about to become the national teacher of the single night.

Even the future generalissimo Wang Xiaoshan was very angry.

Even though he was swollen in the face by his father-in-law, the length of the third grandfather's life was related to his vital interests, not to mention that he couldn't find a more suitable emotion than anger at this time...... You can't cover your mouth and steal fun, right?

"Brother Hai, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so angry about bullfighting!"

"What did the old miscellaneous hair say? You're the cow! No, you're a horse, you're a donkey! ”

Hediye didn't know what the word angry bullfighting meant, and thought that the third lady Wang was scolding him.

"My father-in-law is repaying grievances with virtue, he is praising you, don't be ignorant!"

Wang Xiaoshan knew that it was no longer enough for him to show anger at this time, and he had to make some practical responses.

There are some things that the father-in-law may not be convenient to say, after all, he is greeting a large table of people, and they are all enemies, and his bearing must be displayed. If you offend people like this, you have to rely on your own temper!

He was even ready to be slapped again, but he only heard Third Master Wang say nonchalantly:

"Sit down! When I met and intersected with your Uncle Hai, you didn't know where it was! ”

"Brother Hai, the family education is not strict, the righteous son is rude, I apologize here!"

Although Hediye is angry, he can also see that the father and son are both literary and martial, and they are playing a double reed for themselves, and they don't talk nonsense immediately:

"Just say when you can eat and drink! Either you will give me food and wine first, or you will kill me with a knife right now and send me on my journey!" ”

According to the rules of the feast, Hedier's words are not rough.

Zhao Rang took advantage of the situation and said:

"Third Master Wang, no matter what the cause is, we all accepted the invitation. You are the host, although it is right to let the guests go with the host, but is it not appropriate to let the guests sit for so long? ”

"Of course, it may be that I don't understand the rules of the Western Regions, the Xiangtengju business you opened in the city of King Lan Mo is so good, I think it must be much more thorough than me!"

Zhao Rang was halfway through his words, and followed closely, but he put Mrs. Wang on the fire.

He laughed awkwardly and turned to look at the leader who had just spoken to him.

Seeing this, Hedier said even more teasingly:

"A dog is a dog, and if you loosen the rope a little, you think you can be a human! When it comes to such a situation, the dog still can't be the master of man! ”

Again and again, two and three.

Third Master Wang finally couldn't restrain his anger.

He looked sharply at Hedier, his face gloomy as if it were a thunderstorm in the South China Sea.

Wang Xiaoshan's body was excited, he mustered up his strength, and took out a swallow from his arms, and he wanted to give Hydier a good look!

It is true that Hediye is a sword hero.

But now that he has no sword in his hand, most of his strength has been unloaded for no reason.

Although Zhao Rang has a knife in his hand, Wang Xiaoshan really has his own way of using a secret weapon, and now it is too late to hand over the knife!

"Ahh

A terrible scream rippled the water around the attic.

Zhao Rang looked at Hediye for the first time, and found that he was tightly pursing the corners of his mouth and looking at Wang Xiaoshan.

Wang Xiaoshan didn't sit in the chair, he had already rolled down, leaving only a pool of blood on the napkin.

Zhao Rang only missed the time in the blink of an eye, but in such a short time, what could happen?

Suddenly, the blood on the napkin wriggled a few times, and a hand was pulled out of it.

The distance was too far just now, and the hand was all soaked in blood, so Zhao Rang didn't see it.

Only then did I see clearly that in this hand, between the two fingers, there was a swallow dang!

A pair of chopsticks are stuck in the center of the wrist, which is firmly nailed to the tabletop.

Chopsticks are seven inches and six minutes long, and they are no longer suitable as hidden weapons.

And the chopsticks are blunt and not sharp. It's hard enough to pierce a person's wrist with it, let alone nail it to the tabletop like a nail.

Especially if it's not a pair of chopsticks, it's a pair!

"Who!"

"Who dares to touch my son!"

Third Master Wang was also a little stupid by such a sudden change.

At this moment, he got up angrily, his long hair was dancing wildly, and he roared again and again, like an old lion who had gone crazy! m.

First there were two curses from Hedier, and then Wang Xiaoshan was seriously injured.

You can't do it again!

After sitting down, the successive incidents have already smashed the pride of Mrs. Wang just now.

"Hai Jianhao is right!"

"I'm still a dog, so I taught my dog son to bite people?"

Following the sound, a person walked in with a smile.

The laughter is not loud, but the smile is extremely presumptuous. The deep eye sockets are deepened by the smile. Zhao Rang didn't understand the science of physiognomy, but at first glance, he felt that this person was very deep.

He was followed by two young girls, sexy and good-looking. But standing beside him, it didn't stand out at all. Because this man's skin is so white, so white that it makes people think it's fake.

Fortunately, his voice and facial features are very manly, otherwise such skin born on a man will definitely attract the envy of women and the envy of men.

"Anzo ......"

Third Master Wang said through gritted teeth.

"The fourth prince of Lan Mo Kingdom, Anzuo!"

This thunderous name made Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong both refreshed.

The first time I heard him, it was Amani, the eldest princess of the Lan Mo Kingdom. Anzo is the second largest tribe in the kingdom of Lanmo after the royal family, so he can be given the title of "prince". And his father, as the ruler of the late Lan Kingdom, and the national teacher of the Single Night Country are both in power, and they are nominally under one person.

Seeing him coming, Zhao Rang didn't feel much surprised. Fang had just come to his senses, but he felt that Anzo's appearance was very different from what he had conceived in his mind.

In Zhao Rang's thoughts, Anzuo should be a burly and rough man, but he is meticulous and vicious, which is daunting.

Now it seems that his temperament is correct. Such a temperament is even more terrifying in such a Sven appearance!

"The Sect Master asked me to greet guests here for him, you ...... How dare you? ”

Since the third master Wang saw that the person who made the shot was An Zuo, his momentum had been unloaded for the most part......

There is already a gap between the Western Regions and Dawei, and there is also a huge difference between the Western Regions and the Dawei people. This difference cannot be made up for by living in the Western Regions for a long time, and people are always of the same mind. No matter how loyal Mrs. Wang is, he is always an outsider!

"Oh? Did the Sect Master say that? ”

An Zuo must have known the sect leader's arrangement, and he deliberately asked this in order to lose the face of Third Master Wang again.

Even if it is an angry lion, as long as it is kept in a cage, no matter how much people outside the cage tease, it is safe.

An Zuo's identity is the cage that locks the lion of the third master Wang, so he is not worried that this lion will suddenly break out. Because he knows that a person who has been a dog for a long time, even if he behaves like a lion, he is also fierce and strong.

"Anzuo Protector, the sect leader did say it."

The leader, who had disappeared just now, suddenly appeared and said.

"Dharma Protector!"

Zhao Rang caught the word alertly.

Anzuo's status in the Divine Sect turned out to be the same as that of Hongjiang, which neither he nor Yuan Mingkong expected.

From the fact that An Zuo used a pair of chopsticks just now to nail Wang Xiaoshan's wrist, it can be seen that his martial arts cultivation has at least reached the realm of a fourth-grade small grandmaster. If Zhao Rang is desperate, he can still have the strength to fight with him, but the chance of winning is not big.

But Hongjiang is an existence that even Ye Sanniang, a real three-grade great master, has a headache, An Zuo can be the same protector of the Dharma with such a character, and it is not enough to be a prince of Lanmo.

After all, that sect leader has become the national teacher of the Single Night Country, and he is covering the sky in the country. Among the four countries in the Western Regions, the Lan Mo Kingdom is the bottom existence, which is much weaker than the national strength of the Single Night Country, which shows that Anzuo must still have unknown hole cards!

Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

Confidants don't know the other, and they will be defeated in a hundred battles!

Such an enemy is the most difficult to deal with.

Thinking that Yuan Mingkong, the unpopular fourth prince, can still sit in the position of the deputy capital of the Investigation Division and the Shadow Guard, and there are many secret medicines and treasures on his body. Without a blade, just with that piece of blood that can stabilize the mind and calm the nerves, I don't know how many world blades I can exchange for.

If it weren't for Yuan Mingkong's blood amber showing its power, I am afraid that Zhao Rang would have cut off his head with a black steel knife......

"Even if the sect leader says so, you have to conform to the hospitality of our Western Regions, right? As soon as I walked out of the porch, before I reached the water, I heard Hai Jianhao say that he was hungry. And not only did you not show anything, but you even connived at your own righteous son to do something to the distinguished guests invited by the sect master! ”

When An Zuo said this, he took out a book from his arms and slammed it vigorously towards the door of Third Master Wang.

"The Sermon of the Patriarch ......"

Third Master Wang's voice was a little lower.

There is a special category in the Sermon on the Guru that deals with the etiquette and rules of dealing with others.

An Zuo took this out to talk about it, and Third Master Wang didn't dare to argue at all.

Seeing that the third master Wang was suppressed, An Zuo smiled proudly, and waved his hand to signal the two young women who followed him to help Wang Xiaoshan down to treat the wound.

As soon as the person was dragged away, the sturdy men standing around the hall immediately stepped forward to replace and wipe the blood-stained area of Wang Xiaoshan.

Don't look at these men, they are all five big and three coarse, but they are very quick to do their work! It is estimated that there are few women who are in charge of housework all year round, and I really don't know where this sect leader came from......

"He doesn't understand the rules, Anzo is here to make amends for you!"

Dealing with Wang Xiaoshan and killing the majesty of the third master Wang, Anzuo walked up to Hediye, gave a chest salute, and said politely.

Hydiyer kept a calm face, and because of the rules of the Western Regions, he returned the salute, but said nothing.

"I'll arrange for them to serve the food!"

After saying that, Anzuo walked up to Ximen Dazhuang again, poured out a pill from the small porcelain bottle on his waist, and put it in front of him:

"Master Ximen, my subordinates are not sensible, and I have offended you! Eating this throat cleansing pill will restore your throat to its original state! ”

Ximen Dazhuang saw that this pill looked very similar to the Tongtian Pill, and he couldn't make up his mind, so he looked at Zhao Rang directly.

Seeing that Zhao Rang didn't notice him, he reached out to pull it.

"Prince Anzuo has apologized, don't make any more awkward trouble, take the medicine!"

Immediately, Zhao Rang gave An Zuo a deep look and said:

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness, my brother eats a lot, drinks a lot, talks a lot, and asks for your patience!"

Ximen Dazhuang originally felt that the word "Da Zhuang" in his name was earthy enough, but now he was said by Zhao Rang to be "Sanduo", which is better than hearing it.

Looking at Anzo's little white face smiling cheaply, he was about to have a seizure.

As a result, he opened his mouth, but he remembered that he couldn't speak.

Looking at the pill, thinking that Zhao Rangdu could eat it after speaking, he didn't have any scruples and swallowed it directly.

"Little white face! Bad heart! ”

Ximen Dazhuang didn't expect the effect of the medicine to come so quickly...... As soon as you swallow it, you can speak immediately! 1