In the Zhao Guogong Mansion, the eldest grandson Wuji put down the sword in his hand, took the towel held by the maid on the side, and wiped the sweat stains on his face.

As an old minister who accompanied Li Shimin to fight the world together, even if he is not a military general, he is by no means a weak scholar who is powerless.

No matter how busy you are, taking a little time out every day to practice martial arts diligently can be regarded as a kind of maintenance.

Sometimes living longer than others is also a kind of victory, a kind of ability.

Let your means reach the sky, and your wisdom is outstanding, and if you die, you will all be scattered. The final victory still belongs to the one who is alive.

He lowered his sword and waved his hand for the maids to retreat.

The eldest grandson Wuji picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of tea.

If Chu He is here, he will definitely find that the 'Buddha tea' he promoted in the Buddhist temple, that is, the clear tea, is especially appreciated by the eldest grandson Wuji. At this moment, among the tea cups of the eldest grandson Wuji, there are only a few green tea leaves, and there is a little superfluous.

"Anyway, what's the matter with coming to Bengong in such a hurry?" said the eldest grandson Wuji into the air.

But a human head sprang out of the ground.

The man's head was pointed and thin, like a three-dimensional triangle, and the upper half of his body was naked, and it seemed to have some strange runes tattooed on it.

"Lu Ye sent out the news that the soul of Fang Xiang had drifted to Beibi Mountain. The triangular head looked up at the eldest grandson Wuji and said.

"What?" The eldest grandson Wuji got up suddenly, no longer as indifferent as before, and the tea cup on the table was directly overturned, the fragrance of tea overflowed, and the tea splashed to the ground.

Chu He pretended to be Fang Xuanling and also did his homework in advance.

Before leaving, I heard that Fang Xuanling had been sick in bed for many days, groggy and in a trance all day, as if he was about to blow the lamp and pull out the wax. No matter how many imperial doctors Li Shimin sent and how many precious medicinal materials he sent to the house, it didn't work.

It is precisely because of this that at this time, the eldest grandson Wuji did not directly question it the moment he heard the news.

There was Wei Zheng before, he was in the palace, his soul flew outside the sky, he went up to the nine heavens, and the things that supervised and killed the dragon king had happened.

That Fang Xuanling came to bed again, but his soul traveled to the north, what was so surprising?

"Could it be that this is really the blessing of the human master? Why is it not early or late, but at this time, let Fang Qiao's soul fly to the north? With his ability, I am afraid that he will soon find the eight-leaf flower, and even pursue it to me through some clues. The eldest grandson Wuji panicked a little.

The same hall is a minister, and he has been friends for many years.

In this Tang Dynasty, there are not many people who know Fang Xuanling's ability better than him.

If this is the case, the revelation of the truth is almost absolute and there is no room for chance.

What's more, at this time, Fang Xuanling's ghost flew into the north, is it really just a coincidence?

I have to say that the eldest grandson Wuji has thought a lot.

The more intelligent people are, the more they like brain supplements.

However, after a while, Eldest Sun Wuji's mind made up a lot, and even deduced various possibilities.

"Okay, I know, you go down first!" said the eldest grandson Wuji, with a tense face, pretending to be calm. Although before that, his gaffe has been caught in the eyes of the triangular head.

The triangular head is not stupid, and he knows that seeing the ugliness of this Zhao Guogong is definitely not a good thing.

Hearing that the eldest grandson Wuji was allowed to go, he slipped into the depths of the ground, and his head drilled down like a drill, until he went down to a very deep place, then changed direction and left quickly.

Taking two steps back and sitting back on the stool on the side, the eldest grandson Wuji gasped twice.

He tried desperately to stabilize his emotions, and he inevitably got lucky.

After all, even Lu Buwei didn't fully know what he did with the Eight Leaves Flower, he just had a deal with him.

But reason reminds the eldest grandson Wuji that such a fluke mentality is not advisable.

If he knew what Murphy's Law was, he would have agreed with it.

"For today's plan, the only way is to strike first. Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the eldest grandson Wuji.

Colleagues for many years, if you want to say that there is no affection, it is impossible.

But in order to avoid overturning, so far, the eldest grandson Wuji has not had much choice.

Fang Xuanling's physical body is in Chang'an City, and it is difficult to do anything.

Then he sent someone to the north to make Fang Xuanling's soul unable to come back.

The soul is scattered, and the body naturally dies with it.

In Chang'an City, the eldest grandson Wuji, who received the wind, has already begun to arrange for coping.

Beibi Mountain is based on the original mausoleum, and in the Netherworld Xiongcheng that has been pulled up, in the mansion of General Fubo, Chu He has a bitter face.

He pretended to be Fang Xuanling for convenience.

But now it seems that he has lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot.

He barely had to think about it to guess that once the eldest grandson Wuji got the news, he would definitely send someone to kill him.

Even if he sneaks out of General Fubo's Mansion now, it is useless to give up Fang Xuanling's identity.

The eldest grandson Wuji's people will definitely wait for the rabbit and wait for those places where the eight-leaf flowers grow.

Whoever approaches it will be hit by madness.

"For today's plan, the only way to do this is to grab time! Before the arrival of the eldest grandson Wuji's people, grab an eight-leaf flower in hand. Chu He was ruthless in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and thought about it.

So he took the monkey's arm and said, "Brother Monkey! At the moment when this sincerity is in danger of survival, only Brother Monkey, you have the ability to turn the tide." How long can you stop that powerful ghost with a gun?"

The monkey head bared his teeth and said, "What do you mean? Do you look down on my grandson? As long as there is enough time, my grandson can beat him to the grandmother who doesn't even know him." ”

Chu He sighed in his heart.

This monkey head is good at everything, but he doesn't have any points in his heart.

If he is the Monkey King's body, Chu He believes it 100%.

The Monkey King's abilities are almost comparable to those of the Immortal Buddha, and in the mortal world, it is an invincible existence.

But in front of me... Just a monkey hair.

doesn't even have one-tenth of the Monkey King's skills, how can it be so reliable?

Chu He simply pulled out the last monkey hair and blew out another monkey head.

Then he looked at the two monkeys and said, "It's not that I can't believe Brother Monkey, but the situation has changed at this time, and we must solve it quickly." The two monkey brothers are one, but they don't have to be rigid. I'll wait for a quick decision, and I'll take the eight-leaf flower first. ”

After saying that, Chu He did not hesitate, the Haotian Treasure Mirror was taken out, the true yuan was stimulated, and with a strong wave, a hole was quietly opened, leading directly to the outside of the original tomb.

One person and two monkeys and fish penetrated it.

Falling into the mountains and forests of Beipi, under the leadership of the monkey head, he quickly ran towards Shouyang Mountain, where the eight-leaf flowers grow.

The rolling rivers are muddy.

The yellow sand of the long river flooded the young man's head.

The flaming red flowers on the other side are like flames, swaying by the river.

When the long wind blows, the black smoke fills the air, and these flame-like flowers are like eyes in the dark.

The surrounding yin qi had piled up into a clump, and it had formed a substantial shadow.

All kinds of terrifying images flickered in the void, they were unconscious, they were condensed by the evil that already existed in the evil spirit.

Of course, you can't take the initiative to provoke, otherwise there will be some trouble.