Strong gold capital, Shangjing.

The majestic palace shrouded the night like a giant.

On the majestic palace walls, countless archers were ready to draw their bows, and the cold tips of the arrows emitted a strange cold light.

The palace guard battalion was urgently mobilized, and countless armor soldiers lined up to meet the enemy.

Several powerful auras rose into the sky, and the monks in the palace were worshiped as if they were facing a great enemy.

but there were only white clothes under the city.

Bai Lotian was dressed and said loudly: Bai Lotian asked for a meeting, and I hope that the owner will not hesitate to see him.

A majestic voice rolled out from Miyagi, and the earth that shook was humming.

"Jiangnan is white, I don't want to see each other, how can I not see it?"

At the same time, the mountain road overseas of the South Barren Tree was full of blood!

When Wang Liegong killed the evil demons on the mountain road, the capital of the Song Kingdom was Bianjing. Although it was late at night, the side hall of the palace was full of red candles.

No one was quiet that night.

Therefore, Zhao Zhang, the monarch of Song Guo, stayed awake all night, and his eyes were red. The next head knelt down and Qin Tianjian was Huang Liang, and kept kowtowing. Huang Liang panicked, and said in a trembling voice: The heavenly demon has descended into the world, and the country will be restless. Long live the hope of quickly sending a large army to suppress the Nanban Rebellion.

Zhao Zhang looked at a thin old man sitting on the left, "What is the prime minister's good plan?"

Therefore, Wang You'an, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, stood up and saluted: The soldiers and horses in the world are useless to the Heavenly Demon King. We still need to wait for the good news of the military god.

Zhao Zhang's face was expressionless, and he leaned over slightly and asked an old man in Tsing Yi on the right: "What does the national teacher think?"

The old man in Tsing Yi saluted and said: Even if you have a heart, there is a strong gold tiger in the north, how can we mobilize the army?

Zhao Zhangdao: I just received a report that the white clothes have gone to Beijing.

The national teacher Wei Wuya, and the prime minister Wang Youan were shocked. Over the years, the saint and the hero have hated each other, and occasionally got together a few times, but which time did not cause a big wave?

Chaos is coming!

Outside Jiangnan West Lake Academy.

On the country road, through the moonlight, a middle-aged Taoist priest can be seen leading a group of old horses, and a sloppy old man is immediately reclining, and he can't tell whether it is vulgar or Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist priest put his hand on the pergola and looked to the north,

After a while, the Taoist priest respectfully said to the sloppy old man: Sir, the junior brother has gone to Beijing, and the situation is still unclear.

The old man took out an ugly wine jug, took a small sip carefully, wiped the wine stains on his white beard, and still had an unfinished meaning: Tian'er, this kid is capable, the Warring States is reasonable, and it stands to reason that he can reach a consensus. I am afraid that although this Warring States is reasonable, its ambitions are too great, and coupled with the hatred of my father and the country, I will make unwise moves for a while.

The middle-aged Taoist squinted slightly: Do you need to go over and mention something?

The old man chirped: You kid, your temper is too explosive, and you don't cultivate yourself, how can you look like a monk?

The Taoist said that you don't see the appearance of an elder, the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked, and neither of us can say anyone.

Thinking about it, the middle-aged Taoist didn't dare to show it, but he still asked humbly: The turmoil in the Nanban is ahead of schedule?

The old man sighed: The god of war is in danger, and I don't know if Wang Liegong can be in a hurry?

The middle-aged Taoist looked resentful: Teacher, it's not me talking about you. This Wang Lang is someone I admire, and now that he is in danger, how can you keep letting me watch the fire from the other side?

The sloppy old man said: You idiot! I have reminded you many times for the teacher, saying that there are unavoidable hardships in my door, but not only you, but also the four sages of bullshit can't move. Although the little snake is rampant this time, you can only plan from afar, but you must not do it yourself. The time has not yet come。。。。。。。。。。。。

The time has not yet come, and when the time comes, everything will be clear. You've said it a hundred times, which time is not accompanied by the fall of Haojie? The middle-aged Taoist man was-for-tat.

The old man sighed.

The middle-aged Taoist saw that the teacher was not happy, and he didn't dare to continue the competition, so he turned his head and asked: Don't say anything about the four saints. These three major sects were all implicated. Nothing like this has been seen in hundreds of years.

The old man sighed: The mountain chief of the Guozijian is a bullshit Confucian duty, foolish and loyal, and has always helped Zhao Zhang suppress the military generals in the DPRK and China, and Wang Lang, who is the leader of the army, is even more incompatible, so I am afraid that there will be a change this time. The nuns on Mount Emei, although they are cold-faced and warm-hearted, have deep grievances with Wang Liegong, and will never help this time. The cautious monk shrunk through the mountain gate all day long, reciting scriptures to get by, and he didn't know how many people in the world could survive. Moreover, not to mention the three major sects, these seven heroes have been involved in the third, and the remaining four people are not scattered people, in this chaos, they will definitely not be willing to be lonely, secretly plotting, but just a private reaction, even I can't figure it out.

Middle-aged humane: The teacher is too humble.

The old man scolded: You brothers seem to have different temperaments, and you are all very proud in your bones. As a senior brother, you should lead by example, and don't bring the little ones to the back. Do you think that between heaven and earth, it is me, a sloppy old man?

The middle-aged Taoist replied without hesitation: That's it!

The old man gasped angrily, his fingers trembling and pointed at the middle-aged Taoist, unable to speak for a long time.

The middle-aged Taoist seemed to have nothing happening, and continued: What does the teacher do for the little junior brother.

The topic changed too quickly, and the old man didn't react for a while, and after pondering for a while, he said: He is young, and the gap between him and you is too big, so it is better for him to be at ease with the encounter first. If he can't understand anything in the red dust, I may not accept him, teacher.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at him and whispered to himself: After talking for a long time, it is nothing more than letting go, and it is not because you are lazy,,,,,,,,,

"You rebel。。。。。。。。。 ”

On the country road, one old and one young are noisy and noisy, and gradually go away.