The cruise ship that was split in half was turned on its back, and many guards and entourages fell into the water in a panic, and everyone hurriedly protected the young man in brocade robes, shouting and scolding one after another.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe who was standing behind the brocade-robed boy grabbed the boy's shoulder and pinched the magic trick with the other hand. During the flow of spiritual power, a colored spiritual light burst out from between, splicing the hull that was broken into two and sinking, and supporting it from the bottom to ensure that the hull floated on the surface of the water and did not sink.

After seeing that the scene was stable, several guards on the boat each threw ropes and rescued the person who had fallen into the water.

"Little prince, the one opposite is a senior monk with a high realm, you have offended the master, hurry up and admit your mistakes and make amends, otherwise I won't be able to protect you. ”

The middle-aged scribe whispered in Childe's ear while casting the spell.

This Guanzhi Realm monk was a delicate mind, and the moment he struck to stabilize the hull of the ship, he used his divine sense to transmit his voice and confess his guilt to Zhuo Yuming. In a few words, he pointed out the identities of several nobles on the cruise ship, and asked Zhuo Yuming if he could allow him to earn this little incense. If the senior is angry and wants to teach this unabashed boy a lesson, he will leave immediately. If the predecessors cherish the feathers, it is also an honor for him to do the work for them.

Zhuo Yuming originally didn't intend to be more serious with those worldly people, a little punishment was enough, and seeing that this Guanzhi monk was so good in words and deeds, he couldn't help laughing.

Directly transmit the heart lake, telling the other party that he does not have a heart of care, just save people.

got the advice of the old fairy behind him, the little prince is also a good man who can bend and stretch, and he doesn't care about his face at the moment, and he kneels on the ground with his legs bent. Without saying a word, he first gave himself a few slaps, and then made amends in a row, probably some words that were eyeless and offensive to the immortal. While his mouth kept talking, he kowtowed to the two of them again and again.

Shu Jinran, who rarely walks around in the world, is the first time to see someone who sees the wind and rudder, and it is better to turn his face than to turn the book, and he was also stunned for a while.

Zhuo Yuming saw that the other party's attitude of admitting his mistake was extremely correct, and he also smiled and waved his hand, secretly holding a soft spiritual power on the stern of the boat, and the speed of the boat under him accelerated a little, leaving the group of people far behind him in a blink of an eye.

The monk cast a spell to drive the patchwork boat to the shore quickly, and the group followed the little prince with a gloomy face as quickly as water. Looking at the little prince's stinging face, no one dared to speak.

"Li Xianchang, what kind of realm is that man. ”

This brocade-robed prince is named Zhao Yi, and he is the only son of Zhao Chi, the prince of Nanhuai, and the nephew of the current monarch.

As a royal nobleman, he naturally knew that in the eyes of those mountain immortals, his secular royal family was just ants. Although this little prince was of noble birth, he was dressed and fed since he was a child, and he was also arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but he was well-informed with his father since he was a child, and he still knelt at his feet in front of the monk with great knowledge of the times.

After all, it is not very difficult for these mountain immortals to kill the son of one of their princes at will, and if they hide back in the sect afterwards, their own father may not dare to come to the door to seek revenge.

It's just that since he escaped with his life, this humiliation naturally has to find a way to get it back.

"Little prince, when that senior made a move before, I couldn't react at all. I'm afraid that at least it's a late stage of Jindan, and even a Yuanying Realm monk is not impossible. However, I would like to advise the little prince, it is best not to have the idea of revenge, the other party dares to make a move at will in a place like Xiangqin River, where dragons and snakes are mixed, but I am afraid that the power of the sect behind it should not be underestimated. ”

The Guanzhi Realm monk named Li Zhu spoke in a solemn tone.

As a guest of the Prince's Mansion, his master suffered such a great humiliation, and he naturally lost face. But he was well aware of the subtle rules of the monks on the mountain, and he did not intend to make enemies with that mysterious master who did not know the depths for the sake of being a guest.

Zhao Yan didn't speak, just walked forward.

The entourage was silent, and the young little prince suddenly paused, and then pulled out the saber at the waist of one of the guards beside him, and slashed at the surrounding people like crazy.

"You bunch of garbage, waste, waste! Lao Tzu raised you with an egg, and you were so scared that you didn't dare to put a fart, so that Lao Tzu knelt down and kowtowed, all of them are fucking waste!"

The hysterical roar resounded in the long street of the river embankment, and the little prince who was about to be suffocated with anger in his heart waved the long knife in his hand frantically, as if he wanted to squander all the shame and humiliation suffered by Fang Cai on this group of palace servants.

"That's enough, little prince. Those were cultivators on the mountain, they were just ordinary soldiers, even if they had the intention to kill the thief and protect the master, they could not do anything. Why should the little prince take his anger on this group of brothers who are loyal to the palace. ”

The big hand, which has been thick and powerful, grabbed Zhao Yan's right hand that was wielding the knife. Brother Gongzi, who was addicted to wine, was only stuck by that hand like an iron tong, and he couldn't move.

"Lin Ben, are you going to rebel!"

Glaring angrily at the hussar commander who was blocking him in front of him, Zhao Yan's eyes were red and he roared.

The burly man like an iron tower had an indifferent face, and said calmly: "Lin Ben is loyal to the prince, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest rebellion. It's just that the brothers are all innocent, and if the little prince wants to punish him, Lin will bear it. ”

As he spoke, Lin Ben let go of his locked hand.

"Little prince, let's rush back to the palace as soon as possible, there are many people here, and I am afraid that there will be complications on the side. It's better to think about it in the long run after returning home, and slowly figure it out. ”

Seeing that the situation was a little tense, an old man in a Confucian shirt who was standing behind Zhao Yan on the boat came up and opened his mouth to play a round.

Zhao Yan stared at Lin Ben for a long time with a pair of narrow eyes, suddenly threw the long knife in his hand, turned around, and slapped the old man in the face of the Confucian Mountain.

"Go home. ”

After venting, Zhao Yan, who barely suppressed the anger in his heart at noon, calmed his face, coldly popped out two words, and took the lead in the direction of the palace.

The crowd followed.

Lin Ben fell behind, and silently picked up Mr. Niu, the palace strategist who was slapped to the ground, with a look full of guilt.

This Mr. Niu is an authentic scholar, rich in learning, full of economic strategy. In the early years, he received the grace of Zhao Chi, and for twenty or thirty years, he has been following Zhao Chi and giving advice on the side. Zhao Chi fought on the battlefield, tore the earth and sealed the king, and fought in the court, and the credit of Mr. Niu was indispensable everywhere.

But in order to relieve himself, Mr. Niu was severely injured by this hairy boy, and Lin Ben felt ashamed.

Mr. Niu, who helped Lin Ben to get up slowly, did not change his face, shook his head slightly, and followed the team.

You dogs and men and women, wait with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wants you to live and die.

The little prince with a hideous and murderous face walked at the forefront, silently ruthless in his heart, while quickly planning to use those forces to take revenge on the young man and woman.