Ji Chengche looked at Ji Qingqing, and suddenly thought of Lin Yin.

If that guy were standing here, he wouldn't have said so much fake nonsense, and would just smile coldly: "Sorry." ”

- It's really a bad beating, but it's not me, it's this highness who is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and he is full of laughter.

"Underbeaten...... Lin Yin, I said this on your behalf. ”

The corners of Ji Cheng's lips smiled slightly, made a gesture of please, and stood still.

Wang Rou's eyelids jumped inadvertently, she knew that Ji Chengche had no intention of backing down, and was ready to lift the table to do something.

So she looked at the eldest prince who was approaching Ji Cheng step by step, the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and her expression was cold and focused.

"Eighth brother, be careful!"

Five steps away, Ji Qingqing let out a shout and swung his fist at Ji Qing's chest.

Red Thunder God Fist!

The fist blade tore through the air like thunder, the fist was like an arrow on the string but not fired, flashing red light and fire like meteors.

Countless eyes in the main hall pursued Ji Qingqing's Red Thunder God Fist, and they didn't know how Ji Chengqing would respond to the enemy.

"Smack!" Ji Chengche raised his left arm and stretched his five fingers on his chest, and flicked it on Ji Qingqing's Red Thunder God Fist, and his fist walked away with the sound of the wind.

Ji Qingqing was not shocked or overjoyed, and basically determined that Ji Chengqing's skills in the battle of Wangjing Bridge were greatly damaged and he was injured internally, and he didn't dare to fight himself head-on, so he could only use this kind of light and agile moves to fight with strength.

He doubled his confidence and made up his mind, exhaled and raised his voice, and the Red Thunder God Fist opened and closed like a storm and fell on Ji Chengqing's body.

In the first few punches, everyone could barely see clearly with the naked eye, but his fist momentum became faster and faster, and later, like thunder and lightning, he could not see his form but his shadow, as if he had given birth to thousands of arms and fist shadows Huo Huo flew all over the sky, completely swallowing Ji Cheng's figure like a stormy wave.

Those who can enter the hall and sit in the Daming Palace tonight to drink and feast, all of them can be called martial arts or spiritual powerhouses, among them, there are many Yuan Realm masters with eyes like torches, and after just a few faces, they noticed that Ji Cheng's situation was not good.

The battle in the evening seemed to have a great impact on him, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to attack with Ji Qingqing's Red Thunder God Fist from beginning to end, and he could only barely resolve it with a comprehensive defense of the "Huansha Change".

In this way, Ji Qingqing had no scruples, and the Red Thunder God Fist opened more and more, and the roar of the fist reverberated everywhere in the hall, and the momentum was amazing.

Ao Jianghai and the others had nothing to say, and their hearts unconsciously hung in their throats.

What's worse is that Ji Chengche is too big, and he actually cocooned himself and nailed his feet in place, otherwise the situation may be much better by relying on his body to fight.

One attacked fiercely, the other defended skillfully, and the two of them had endless tricks between attack and defense, which attracted many princes and important ministers in the hall to applaud.

Ji Tianquan slowly and methodically grabbed the mutton with the wine cup, and watched his two sons fighting in the hall with a smile, seemingly in a good mood.

Lin Zongtang has the responsibility of being a guard as Guangluxun, so he did not drink, but only sat under Ji Tianquan.

He quietly looked at the change in Emperor Longwu's expression, and secretly sighed that Ji clarified that he couldn't live for his own sin.

How did His Highness know that he was not hitting his younger brother now, but his father's face.

If Ji Chengche loses this battle, it will become a big joke for Wan Qi to welcome him in the afternoon. Ji Tianquan judged the situation and made a huge momentum for Ji Chengqing, and it was put into flowing water in an instant.

But Lin Zongtang will not say these thoughts, just like the generals and ministers who are shouting and drinking in the court, who knows what they think. Who can say clearly, Ji Qingqing's challenge just came from a whim at the banquet, or was there something else instigated by the Heavenly Daoist Sect behind it?

After thinking about it, Ji Qingqing and Ji Chengqing tumbled and rolled fiercely for more than 20 rounds, but they never saw a win or lose.

Ji Chengche really did not move his feet at all as promised, but the situation was not optimistic.

Ji Qingqing couldn't attack for a long time and gradually increased his fist strength, his body flew around Ji Chengqing back and forth, left and right, and the warm smile on his face at first had long since disappeared, replaced by a solemn slaughter.

Suddenly, he stepped forward with a roar, and raised his fists together to slam Ji Cheng's vest with a thunderous momentum.

There was a low shout in the hall, but before the cry fell, I saw the rabbits in the field falling, Ji Qingqing stumbled back, and the two fists that were hit turned unbelievably and smashed firmly on his cheeks!

"Bang, bang!" The power contained in these two punches is so strong and powerful, even the owner of the fist, Ji Qingqing, can't stand it, and spurts blood on his back with a muffled snort on the spot, and throws his body out, his heart is painful and ashamed, and he faints in anger.

Ji Cheng glanced at Ji Qingqing, whose face was covered with blood, and said indifferently: "Please imperial doctor." ”

This turn of events came so quickly that many people in the hall had not yet reacted.

Suddenly heard Ji Tianquan slap the desk and shouted: "What a kind of yarn change, this dragon gold belt belongs to you, and then!" shook his hand and threw the belt on the table to Ji Chengqing.

Ji Chengche ignored the fainting Ji Qingqing, held the gold belt with both hands and knelt down on one knee and said, "Thank you, father!"

After a word, without waiting for others to speak, he strode out of the main hall with the gold belt in his hand and walked away.

The needles in the main hall could be heard, and everyone's reactions were different, but no one expected that Ji Chengche would defeat the eldest prince Ji Qingqing in such an extreme way in front of everyone, and then he walked away, and Emperor Longwu Ji Tianquan was so unafraid to support Ji Chengqing in front of the ministers, which made people have to reassess the significance of the return of the eighth prince.

It's like a wonderful drama, when the climax of ups and downs fades, it's time to come to an end.

The eldest prince, who was unconscious with a blue nose and swollen face, was carried down to the side hall for emergency treatment, and Ji Tianquan took the lead in retiring under the congratulations of the ministers.

He swayed his fat yellow robe, swayed through the apse of Daming Palace, and came to the atrium garden behind the palace.

Thinking that it was urgency, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty waved his hand to repulse, unbuttoned his pants and poured water on a newly opened silk begonia.

Just as he was watering comfortably and happily, there was another water dragon on Leng Buding's left, which sprayed farther and faster than his.

"Your grandma," Ji Tianquan turned his head, looked at Ji Chengqing with a comfortable face, and scolded: "Dare to pee farther than me?"

Ji Chengche snorted disappreciatively: "You are old, do you understand?"

Ji Tianquan looked down at his water potential getting smaller, and the Yellow River on his son's side was surging endlessly, and he couldn't help but slap Ji Chengqing on the back of the head in annoyance, and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, return Lao Tzu's trouser belt!"

Ji Chengche was in pain, and said angrily: "You have no jokes!"

Ji Tianquan lifted his pants indiscriminately, snatched the gold belt that had not yet been covered from under Ji's clear squeaky pit, and re-wrapped it around his increasingly male waist, and said with a smile: "Son, I have given your father a face again." ”

Ji Chengche said angrily: "Don't just say it's beautiful, even the belt given has the face to snatch it back." ”

Ji Tianquan squatted down in front of the watery silk begonia, spat out and said, "Son, you came back at the right time." Now that the south is unstable, Ju Chongde has been transferred to Taiyue Mountain by me. If Xiang Yi's bastard still wants to fight, maybe Lao Tzu will have to fight again one day. ”

Ji Chengche squatted down with Ji Tianquan, put away his banter and said, "I beat the Heavenly Dao Sect, will I cause you trouble?"

"The trouble has been there for a long time, you kid won't be able to see it?" Ji Tianquan snorted in his nose and said: "Lao Tzu wants to be rich and noble with them, but they want Lao Tzu to drink the northwest wind." Do you know how many acres of land the Heavenly Taoist Sect has annexed in less than ten years? Once these fields become the private property of Guanli, they do not need to pay taxes, and even those tenant farmers are exempt from servitude. Damn, the more money in Lao Tzu's pocket is getting smaller, the more soldiers who can fight, the more they are recruited, the more they are pampered, and they are all so rich. ”

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "Fang Linxuan, that bastard, you killed him well, you killed him well! Lao Tzu had long wanted to find a reason to abolish him, and the mere four-rank lieutenant actually vacated half of the military camp in Lieyan Pass to build a Taoist temple for the Heavenly Dao Sect, who gave him such courage?"

Ji Chengche asked, "Do you want me to kill the horse gun and burn that Taoist temple?"

Ji Tianquan laughed, patted Ji Chengqing on the shoulder happily and said, "Keep it first, Lao Tzu has other uses." However, there are a few Taoist temples in Tiandu City, if you like it, you can go in and walk around at any time. ”

Ji Chengche glared at Ji Tianquan and said, "Why do I feel that I have become your thug for some reason?"

Ji Tianquan said proudly: "This is called a father-son soldier, otherwise why would Lao Tzu make such a big battle in the afternoon? It's not to support your kid and warn the old Zamao of Tiandu Peak not to think about crooked ideas." ”

Ji Chengche didn't smile, sighed and said, "It's a pity that those old miscellaneous hairs may not be able to understand your hard work." ”

Ji Tianquan's voice turned deep and said: "Lao Tzu's imperial power, plus the military power of the army, as well as the eunuchs and gentry and the Heavenly Taoism, are the four pillars that support our Han Dynasty. Now these four pillars are interdependent and penetrate each other, and it is easy for Lao Tzu to live alive. Wait until one day I'm burping, hehe......"

He stood up, looked at the dark palace pavilions around him, and said slowly: "Yesterday, Guozi Superintendent Huo Daoshi gave Lao Tzu this recital, talking about the way of heaven, the monarch's power is bestowed. Lao Tzu didn't say a word, and immediately promoted his official. ”

"Heavenly Dao said, the monarch's power is bestowed?" Ji Chengche's heart moved and looked at Ji Tianquan, "But it is taken from the Tao Sutra?"

Ji Tianquan smiled and said, "Yes, you have the trouble of thinking about this." Grandma's, those ministers in the court still thought that Huo Daoshi was patting Lao Tzu's sycophants, and stupidly scrambled to jump out and say that Lao Tzu's dragon chair was given by the Mandate of Heaven and given by Heaven, and it has dominated the country for thousands of years. Fuck it!"

Ji Tianquan viciously kicked the gravel under his feet, and scolded in a low voice: "This country was shot down by Lao Tzu with his head on the waistband of his trousers, when did it become given by God, but who is this God?"

Ji Chengche didn't speak, he could strongly feel the anger in his father's chest, and he could also hear the dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Ji Tianquan's eyes were blazing and he was not drunk, stared at Ji Chengche and said: "If you go to the Guozijian, you will take the seat left by Huo Daoshi, and whoever is a bastard will kick him hard." ”

Without hesitation, without making any difficulties, Ji Chengche nodded with interest and asked, "Kick your head or your ass?"

"Kick anywhere, Lao Tzu will support you. Ji Tianquan said hesitantly: "Didn't Tianbo Zhenren invite you to Tiandu Peak as a guest? At that time, Lao Tzu will help you back up the generous gifts and create a little surprise for the old miscellaneous hairs." ”

Ji Chengche smiled and said, "It's really time for me to come back." ”