In the eyes of the people of Tiandu, the Nine Emperors, who had been decadent for more than 20 days, entered the study to retreat and draw talismans.

Although His Majesty's verbal urging was suspected of temporary cramming, it still completely ignited the enthusiasm of the people before the Tiandu City Fu Festival, reaching a rare level of empty alleys.

In the gambling house.

The odds of the Nine Emperor Princes, Su Hanshan, were lowered from one to one to one to fifty. For gamblers who are in ruin, this change in odds is half a blessing and half a sad thing.

The good thing is that in the eyes of the banker, at least His Royal Highness Nine is expected to win, and if he loses, he will not lose too badly. The worry is that after winning, they will undoubtedly earn less than half of the money.

Greed dictates.

Of course, the gimmick caused by the earth-shattering agreement between Su Hanshan and Fengqi Wufu is not only on the gambling table.

Since then, the storyteller of the teahouse has had a new story to circulate among the people in the market.

Those bookstores took great pains to fabricate biographies of the Nine Emperor Princes in the fifteenth year of the Southern Dynasty and sold them, and set a good sales.

And as a response to the momentum of the Nine Emperor Princes. Many girls in the boudoir who have always supported Feng Qiwu have also begun to join forces, listing the surprises and miracles that Feng Qiwu has brought to the rivers and lakes in recent years into a book and printing a book, colliding head-on with the biography of the Nine Emperor Princes......

These are the pleasures of ordinary people.

Compared with those characters in the temple of Sutang Tiandu, the distance and height of the ridge are different.

Many dignitaries in the temple were concerned about how deep and far the Nine Emperor Princes of the North Return could go in Sutang, and whether it would affect or even subvert the current situation of the East Palace.

The focus of practitioners is more inclined to the hidden meaning of the first collision between the two sects in many years......

It may be a small fight in the eyes of the two sect masters, but for the Heaven Repair Sect disciples such as Breaking the Array and Cangwu Rumors, it is a good start to remove the haze shrouded in the Heaven Interception Sect above their heads.

......

"Is it shocking in seven days?"

There is a hundred-year-old sycamore growing on the top of the Feifeng Cliff in Tianfu Mountain, and two tree houses are built on the plane tree near the cliff.

Phoenix-perched sycamore.

This is the residence of Feng Qiwu.

Sitting in the tree house and looking at the clouds floating in front of him, he just heard that Su Hanshan had begun to retreat and draw talismans, and Feng Qiwu, who was wearing red hair, was deeply thoughtful, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

......

Su Hanshan didn't know what to do.

The bookcase was dipped in ink several times before, but he was never able to concentrate.

He felt innocent and helpless. I regret that I made a bet with Feng Qiwu impulsively to draw all the Taoist talismans within a month.

"The deadline should have been set at one day a long time ago. ”

He thought, otherwise, he would not be forced to a situation where there is no way out by the gossip all over the world. In the end, I had to lock myself in the study, trying to be quiet for a while.

The sins of heaven can be forgiven, but the sins of oneself cannot be lived.

Now that he has come to this point, Su Hanshan has no choice but to accept his fate.

He put down his pen, walked to the bookshelf, and took out the Buddhist beads from the cyan gourd given by the teacher, and the Mozi Chunqiu wrapped in green cloth after the sword box was crushed and placed on the bookcase.

Then he spread out the futon on the cold ground, pinched a piece of sweet and sour pastry, found a comfortable position to sit on the futon, and began to study the Buddha beads.

In the past month, he has practiced the heart Buddha palm and the nose knife in the Buddhist technique chapter, and the masters of the triple realm of martial arts in Qingfeng Village have also fought all over the place, although there is no big victory, but no one can bargain in their own hands.

Huang Mei's predecessors commented that the actual combat experience he has accumulated is not bad, and the results achieved in just one month are also very impressive. However, Su Hanshan is not satisfied, and still wants to go further.

He was well aware of the amount of True Qi in his body.

If you compare yourself to a container, the actual combat training experienced by Qingfeng Village is far from overflowing. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, this kind of cultivation speed is a bit quick and easy, but there is no way, who made Su Hanshan extremely boring and empty now?

If it is replaced by the Taohuashan Temple of the Southern Dynasty in the past, he can meditate and participate in meditation to kill time, and the seven days will pass in a blink of an eye.

Now that he has already practiced the Buddha's meditation, what else can he do?

He thought.

......

The long wait was finally over.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the cycle repeats.

Su Hanshan, the ninth prince, has been in retreat for six days, and the palace maids and eunuchs waiting for news outside the plum garden have started their shifts at some point, and they have changed batch after batch in six days, but the number has always increased instead of decreasing.

What's more, almost under the pomegranate tree, the floor is laid. This cold winter night, just to get the first-hand news transmission in the Plum Garden Mansion.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others.

It can be seen that dedication!

Not only that, but His Majesty the Emperor, who was plagued by old illnesses, also suffered from insomnia for two days, and to this day, he has no appetite for food. Obviously, he was the first to get the news of the success of Lao Jiu's drawing talisman in the palace, but he went to the first floor with a hanging heart. Together with the Dragon King's brother Meng Shentong, even if you don't eat hot pot, you can always get some peace of mind.

The red Buddha robe sat alone on the top of the first floor where he could reach out for the moon, trying to look through the palace cities.

Chu Nanzhao, who was accepting the challenge of the Thirteen Elegant Rooms, was also uneasy for no reason, and he made a mistake.

Cangwu Yu was quite impatient with Xiao Chongshan and many Heaven Replenishing Sect disciples, and after discussion, they went down to Tianfu Mountain in groups and entered the city, thinking that when Senior Brother Su left the mansion, he could at least intercept the Heaven Sect disciples and get the news one step first.

After cultivating flawlessly for a while, he left the room and came to the front of the Qinglian Palace, and found that there was nothing under the mulberry tree. Thoughtfully, he walked to the door of the temple, and suddenly met the menacing Heaven Interception Sect members following the Heaven Repair disciples and biting the heels of their shoes down the mountain.

Daomen Shenque and Xuanji, who had just come out of the customs, sat in the thousand-zhang Fusang Tree Wangri Pavilion and drank tea and chatted.

Nearing one’s end.

It seems that the entire Heavenly Capital City is extremely uneasy......

Interestingly, Feng Qiwu, who is really in authority, is still extremely relaxed.

He was as calm as usual throughout.

Su Hanshan retreated and drew talismans for six days, and he sat in the tree house and watched the clouds roll up for six days, without moving. His ears didn't hear anything about the outside world, as if the upheaval outside had nothing to do with him.

More calm than that is the old man Huangmei.

When Su Nuannuan and Li Tianxia led the four maids of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting and a group of servants in the house to wait quietly outside the study, the old man Huangmei was still taking a nap.

That's right, sleep from the afternoon to the wane.

What kind of leisure does this have? The crown prince Li Tianxia finally admired the old sword god who shook the rivers and lakes before Jiazi......

The remnant sun converges on the afterglow.

The golden beam of light that belonged to the flying red plum dimmed.

Night is falling.

Su Hanshan opened the door of the study.

......

is still wearing a green shirt, and he looks at the whole person who has lost weight compared to six days ago.

His handsome cheeks were tired, and he even had some shallow stubble, his eyes were dull, and his body still exuded an unclean smell.

Li Tianxia, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty, looked at Su Hanshan who looked so embarrassed, and was a little moved. I felt that the little monk must be tired after writing hard for six days in a row, so I prayed silently not to collapse my body.

Su Nuannuan felt even more sorry for her brother and swallowed her tears.

Su Hanshan smiled awkwardly, scratched his itchy head and asked, "Can I take a shower first?"