Ju Yunbo's attitude towards himself says a lot... , the most important of which is that he, the eldest prince, has lost his prestige...

He was getting more and more anxious... I can't breathe.

"Juling... You are my father's most trusted courtier, and now my father is sick and bedridden, and I will preside over the government... It's a sign of trusting me... I think Ju Ling should help me, not perfunctory. The eldest prince put his hand on Ju Yunbo's wrist and said earnestly. "Now that Luoyi is so chaotic, Yingfu was born, and Rong Liang is eyeing him... How can I explain to my father?"

The eldest prince is playing the emotional card...

Ju Yunbo was silent for a long time, and he couldn't help but worry about the king in his heart... The Son of Heaven is a virtuous monarch in the world, why did he give birth to such an eldest son?

Resourceless and short-sighted, angry...

"Prince, don't talk nonsense. Ju Yunbo pulled out his hand and clasped his fists in praise. "I am a courtier, and it is my duty to do my best for the court and the king, but not deliberately perfunctory. ”

The eldest prince was stunned for a moment, and his heart became more and more resentful of this old and sleek style of officialdom.

"To tell you the truth, the mastermind behind that is the Qingtian Sect... So this is a matter of rivers and lakes. Ju Yunbo continued. "It's really hard for the imperial court to understand the rivers and lakes. ”

"What do you mean by this?" replied the eldest prince, stunned.

"I've sent someone to Wudang... I believe there is a way to solve this matter. After Ju Yunbo finished speaking, he turned and left.

The eldest prince was left alone.

Wudang thirty-six palaces, to the big lotus peak on the Taixu Palace is the highest, the eaves are called the big Gengjiao, because of the hanging of a sword that once belonged to the immortal Lu Dongxuan and the name of the world, at this time wearing a different robe from the Wudang Taoist robe of the young Taoist, sitting near the sword of Lu Jianxian, under the foot is a long ladder, the Taoist priest with a clear face is carrying a wooden barrel is repainting the eaves of the big Gengjiao that is mottled with paint, it is the Zhang Er of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, looking at it, the clouds and mist are rolling, the wind is rolling and the waves are rolling, the seventy-two peaks of Wudang are like a fairy island on the sea, the heart is relaxed, the ear is the melodious morning bell on the mountain, and the ear is a little out of mind for a while。

These sons lived in Wudang Mountain, bent on winning the Wudang Sect who rode the green ox, and the number of hands was very small, and they were mostly forced to fight with the timid Taoist priest, but they also benefited a lot unintentionally. I heard that Da Gengjiao was going to paint, thinking that there was a fairy sword that he had been fascinated by since he was a child, so he promised the lazy man surnamed He to work, these details, Zhang Er never cared, and he was not afraid of being criticized by the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Thinking of this, Zhang Er lost his mind slightly, this Wudang Mountain is really not the same as the Heavenly Master's Mansion, it is simply too much to fight with people and the world, there are occasional disputes, all of which are trivial things that make Zhang Er disdainful, in this regard, Zhang Er did not make a vain evaluation, just tilted his head and glanced at Lu Dongxuan's sword, the name of the sword cannot be verified, there is no record in the Taoist classics, only some street talk and alleys say that the aftermath of the story is privately given to this fairy sword some similar to "slaying the dragon" and "Qingxiao" The name sounds very imposing, of course Zhang Er will not believe it, but this immortal sword originally did not have a scabbard, Lu Dongxuan once said, "Only heaven and earth can make this sword and sword clothes", sword clothes, that is, sword scabbards. But at this time, the ancient sword has a peachwood scabbard, vulgar, Zhang Er remembered this stubble, really couldn't cry or laugh, some time ago I asked the palm of the surname He, the guy twisted and pinched to tell the truth, Zhang Er knew that it was the surname He who made a scabbard for the fairy sword when he was young, as for the reason, the young master refused to say that he was killed.

If it is in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the relics of Lu Zhenren have long been hidden in the main hall and enshrined, with layers of talismans blessings, not to mention adding sheaths without authorization, it is rare to see each other, and if you take 10,000 steps back, if you really want to find a sword room for the fairy sword, at least you have to have a python rubber band to meet the identity.

In this Wudang Mountain, there are too few rules.

Zhang Er looked down, the surname He is boxing, this young man is followed by nearly a hundred Wudang Taoist priests who practice boxing, both young and old, at first and the bull riding boxing is just some fun sweeping children, over time, by several old Taoist priests smacked out of the ancient rhyme and high wind, every morning bell and dusk drum twice independently came to the Taixu Palace to follow the practice, this set of bull riding boxing is flat, pure nature, overall, the boxing is a big trap small circle, a big ring and a small circle, like a spring silkworm continuously.

Zhang Er has never seen this set of boxing, and later mentioned that it was the surname He who watched the bell and beat the drum on the mountain all the year round and pioneered, although Zhang Er learned the sword since childhood, but Wanchuan entered the sea, naturally knew the goods, this fist is full of thousands of pounds, pull a large frame like a cage of heaven and earth, into the small potential of the mustard seed Na Sumeru, not to mention the actual combat effect, the value is detached, Zhang Er to be honest is inevitably a little jealous of this guy's talent roots, this lazy guy never goes hard to practice martial arts, and he does not dare to slack off for a moment. On the square, the young master of the flowing water slowly withdrew his fists, and the rest of the Taoist priests moved in the same way, and they were already two or three points like gods.

An old Taoist priest stepped forward to discuss with the palm teacher, and praised this boxing for a long time, but it will be able to walk on the ice in the abyss but not move like a mountain hitting the water and have eight wilderness in his heart, the young master of the teacher listened to it and did not blush, and said with a smile Where is it, the old Taoist priest is worried and said that if this set of boxing is something that everyone can learn on the mountain, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be stolen by outsiders under the mountain. Zhangjiao shook his head and said with a smile, it is not in the way, this set of boxing methods is better than maintaining health and nourishing the spirit, one more person learns, and Wudang will have more merit. The old Taoist priest smiled, no longer worrying about the sky, what does it matter if he is young, this open-mindedness, how could he have lost to the Heavenly Master's Mansion?

He Xingjie saw Zhang Er carrying the wooden barrel and walked down the ladder, ran over to help take the wooden barrel, and walked down the mountain side by side to the Little Lotus Peak. He said with a smile: "When you are boxing, I feel that the ancient sword resonates with you, when you leave Wudang and tell me, I will give you the sword, if you feel embarrassed, you should borrow it." ”

Zhang Er didn't like to be angry, and reprimanded: "The relics of Lu Zu are the tools of your Wudang town for five hundred years, how can it be a child's play, and if you say that you will send it?!"

He Xingjie said disapprerovantly: "Didn't you say it, borrow you." ”

Zhang Er snorted coldly, "Don't mention this matter again." ”

He Xingjie was indifferent to this, but said sincerely: "The outside of the box is full of heaven and earth, and the sword qi inside is long. Lu Zu's demeanor back then can be seen. ”

Zhang Er muttered: "Lu Zu told the emperor to bear his own luck, and not to disturb the monarch's way of making great efforts to govern the country. In ancient times, the monks caused disasters and attracted national disasters, all because of the fact that the immortals entered the dynasty and cultivated the law for the sake of profit. Like your uncle Ji Wei, who was an evangelist in the capital, participated in the Jiao affairs in the palace, and heard that he wrote a chapter for Tianzun, and his rhetoric was gorgeous, isn't this great heavenly master ashamed? Because he is favored alone, I don't know how many Taoist scholars want to rely on this road to make a fortune. It may not be that it will open up trouble for the Taoist system. ”

Zhang Er was about to be a dent for His Holiness, even if he had quite an objection to Ji Xiao's move in his heart, his face was still flat and noncommittal.

Zhang Er stood outside the vegetable garden, looked at the young man who sighed, and asked, "When do you plan to go down the mountain?"

He Xingjie said helplessly: "Don't dare." ”

Zhang Er said flatly: "You dare to give Lu Zu's sword to outsiders, but you don't dare to go down the mountain?"

He Xingjie was silent, as timid as ever.

Zhang Er sneered: "I'm afraid that I will miss Xuanwu Dangxing, and I'm afraid that I will be ashamed of the ancestors and those senior brothers on the mountain?"

He Xingjie shook his head and said, "No." ”

Zhang Er turned around and left, leaving a sentence: "This debate on the three religions at the top of Longhu Mountain, will you go or not?"

He Xingjie lowered his head and pinched his fingers, and said, "Rong Xiaodao will count it." ”

Zhang Er sneered: "What is it, no matter how you count it, you won't go down the mountain anyway, so why bother to deceive yourself." ”

The young master, who had a good temper and was breathtaking, said softly, "your fart!"

He Xingjie laughed and left.