Guan Ren blinked his eyes and said, "Do you really think I'm your uncle?"

Brother Zhao said: "As long as you are called, I really dare to recognize you." ”

Guan Ren cheekily said, "Okay, then I'll try." ”

As he spoke, he called out.

Brother Zhao shook his head and said, "It's not good, it's not good, your voice is too restrained, and it's a bit sharp, not like it." ”

Guan Ren called a few more times, but Brother Zhao was still not satisfied, "The edge is not enough, and the courage has also lost." Do you think, known as the first son of Zhongzhou, what kind of person is that? Su Su is like the wind under the pine, towering like the collapse of the jade mountain, the sword rises from the Qinchuan River, and the sea of Ma Hanhai, what kind of romantic weather?"

While the two were talking and laughing, a loud Buddha horn suddenly sounded on the high platform above their heads: "Amitabha, the two donors have suffered." ”

Guan Ren and Zhao Guandi both raised their eyes and looked over, only to see that the more than 200 crossbow-wielding Tsing Yi miscellaneous servants had already been withdrawn, and the officials who had spent two silver to watch the battle were also nowhere to be seen.

Brother Zhao Guandi looked cynical, laughed and shouted: "Big bald head, you have come to the wrong place, be careful and wait until you are pulled by the girls to break the vows, and then you will have no shame to see your Amitabha Buddha again." ”

The five-ninja monk touched his bald head and said with a smile: "The poor monk is the former owner of this arena, and it is expected that no one dares to force the poor monk to break the precepts, and the poor monks themselves do not want to break the precepts." When the two benefactors suffered, the poor monk ordered them to come out. ”

Brother Zhao sneered and scolded: "It turned out to be an old bald donkey who became a monk halfway. I advise you not to waste your tricks, if you have a kind of jump, let's go one-on-one, I will let you have one hand. ”

The five-ninja monk smiled and said: "Don't worry, the poor monk just ordered someone to open the iron door and invite the two of them to come out, and he will never dare to play tricks." Yunan Tiandu passed down the decree last night, and now the entire family in Yuzhou is trying their best to find the two, even if the poor monk has ten thousand courages, he does not dare to attack the two nobles. ”

Brother Zhao was stunned for a moment, and secretly wondered: "Yunan Tiandu? is that...... The Yang family?"

Guan Ren saw that his eyebrows were uncomfortable, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the origin of that Yu Nantian, why are you looking for us?"

Brother Zhao Guandi shook his head, "I only know that this Yunan Tiandu is the ancestral land surnamed Yang, and it has ruled all ethnic groups in Yuzhou for thousands of years. I have nothing to do with my family, but I don't know why I want to mobilize people to find us?"

Guan Guan's heart was stunned, and he lost his voice and said: "Isn't it Yang Yaoyao?" and then shouted at the high platform: "Great monk, what you said is true?"

The monk Wuren said: "The monks don't speak, and what the poor monks say is true, and there are two portraits as proof. As he spoke, he took out two pieces of rolled rice paper from his sleeve and unfolded them for the two people at the bottom of the pit to look at from afar.

Guan Ren's eyesight was not sensitive, and he saw a blur from a distance, so he asked Brother Zhao Guan: "What did you draw?"

Brother Zhao stared at the two portraits in a daze, his eyes gradually revealed brilliance, and suddenly said: "This is Grandpa Wei's painting style, it won't be wrong." ”

Although these two portraits were copied by the monk Wuren in the middle of the night, in the final analysis, the original paintings were indeed from the hands of Wei Tingkuo, the great eunuch of the Qin State. Zhao Guandi was the grandson of the emperor in the past, and now he is the crown prince and the prince of a country. Since childhood, he grew up in the palace, accompanied by the Wei Mink Temple day and night, and is no longer familiar with his painting style with a brush, and now he can recognize it at a glance.

Before Guan Ren could figure out the ins and outs of the whole matter, he listened to Brother Zhao Guan: "Presumably Brother Guan has already met with Wei Mink Temple, otherwise why did you even draw it?"

Guan Ren was ignorant, "Who is Wei Mink Temple?"

Brother Zhao was suspicious: "Haven't you ever met an old man who is dressed in a big red python robe and has no beard under his chin?"

Guan Ren has always had a very good memory, and after a little recollection, he remembered that day at the foot of Tunyun Mountain, there was indeed such an old man wearing a python, and he was protected in front of his left side. I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I think about it carefully, there must be a reason, and this is mostly related to my appearance.

The Wuren monk said with a smile: "Since it is correct, the poor monk will be gifted to the Yunan Tiandu, and I believe that someone will come to pick up the two of them back soon." ”

Brother Zhao Guandi turned his head and smiled at Guan Ren: "Let's go, let's just use the wine and food, and when the Wei Mink Temple arrives, you will go back to Daqin with me, and I will pick a few rich cities for you at that time." ”

Guan Ren has only come back to his senses at this point, this mink temple refers to eunuchs, only the empire is unique, so how can Zhao Guandi be an ordinary person?

Zhao Guan's brother Hang Erlang smiled: "Brother, I am a person who never brags." ”

On the high platform, the Wunin monk took out the mirage bead in his sleeve and contacted the deacon on the side of Yunan Tiandu.

After the incident, he called a steward and asked, "Why don't you see the young owner?"

The steward hurriedly responded: "The young master has already led people down the tunnel, and gathered all the offerings, aiming to take down these two people in one fell swoop." ”

Wuren scolded angrily: "Nonsense." Go quickly and bring him here. If these two nobles miss the slightest, they will be buried with the entire Broken Jade City. Let's go!"

"Yes...... Be. ”

As soon as the steward left, there was a sharp sound of chains pulling at the bottom of the pit, and the iron gate at the end of the tunnel was pushed open from the inside with a bang, and two teams of crossbow-wielding green-shirted handymen took the lead like dragons, and set up a formation on the spot, lined up in two rows. The front row is knee-down and half-squatting, the back row is upright, the arms are flat-ended, the arrows are like a line, and under the sun, it is shining cold.

At this point, the young field owner with a gloomy temperament and a miserable pale face walked out slowly, followed by eight or nine gray-clothed worshippers, and three of them actually carried swords. The blade was still in the sheath, but the hilt of the sword trembled, and the few people lining it became more and more imposing, urging the killing machine step by step.

"Stop. ”

There was a shout from the high platform, and the Wuren monk was furious, "Stand down, all step down." ”

The young master squinted, and when he saw the man's appearance, he immediately shouted, "Dad?"

Since the completion of the Buddha garden, in more than ten years, the father and son have only met twice, and they are both surprised and happy at the moment.

The worship beside him asked in a low voice, "Young field master, do you want our people to withdraw .....?"

The young master shook his head, he was already determined to get the blue and white jade seal that could make the arrow empty. With a cold glint in his eyes, he said with a smile: "My father and his old man have been asking the Bodhisattva to chant and worship the Buddha all day long, but he has changed his kindness, and he can't bear to witness this murderous act." But we are different from his old man, if we don't get rid of these two people today, how can Jianxia Mountain Villa still be able to gain a foothold in this broken jade city in the future? ”

"Good. ”

The nine worshippers took a step forward in unison, and the temperature at the bottom of the pit plummeted, and the killing machine of the cold filled the air for a while.