In the early morning of the next day, Wuling City looked particularly prosperous under the sun, and after eating something casually alone, I saw a group of distinctive soldiers passing by the inn.

The soldiers are clearly dressed and armored, and their bodies exude a fierce momentum, and at a glance they know that they are brave and good at fighting. However, their actions are a little disgraceful. Wherever the army went, the people could not avoid it, they would immediately be flogged.

In this regard, the surrounding people showed resentful eyes, but they were helpless about it.

As a cultivator, he knew that there could be no absolute fairness in the world, and Wu Qiutian didn't think to care about such idle matters. However, even if he didn't want to be nosy, some things came to his door and he had to take them. There is no other reason, just because the middle-aged general who was surrounded by him gave Wu Qiutian a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

The surrounding people began to discuss: "His Royal Highness has come out to inspect again, and the King of England has been majestic recently!"

"Hmph, what kind of king, a chaotic minister and thief with ill intentions, the emperor's mercy can make this son in a high position. ”

"Old pedant, what's so good about Confucianism, it's just some sour and rotten scholars, or the children of a soldier like the King of England, who can open up territory for my Great Chu. ”

The discussion of the British king and the common people reminded Wu Qiutian of a past, and it seemed that he and the son of the British king, Mi Fang, still had a past.

%1%Ben%Read-Novel xstxt Then I heard the old man who was very impolitely called an old pedant and said angrily: "War, you young people know war. Seeing that the mountains and rivers of the motherland are stained with blood, and there are broken arms everywhere, and many of those broken corpses are your former brothers, when the enemy invades the cities outside, humiliates your wives, sons and daughters, and kills your parents, then you will understand what war is. ”

"His Royal Highness the King of England has expanded his troops and horses, and Southern Chu is now strong, and he has no power to fight with the other nine countries. Are you from Nanchu in the end, you actually grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige!" Someone was unconvinced.

The old man said angrily: "Hmph, I grow the ambition of others, and I will destroy my own prestige." If you want to kill other people's countries, are the people of other countries not human? Although our Southern Chu national strength is strong, our Southern Chu has not yet reached the point of being invincible in the world. One of the nine countries is not an opponent of Southern Chu, but what about the two countries?

The old man's words made some sense, and Wu Qiutian looked at the young man who was speechless, and smiled slightly. Glancing at the general on the horse, he accidentally noticed that a middle-aged man beside the old man was smiling and nodding.

The middle-aged person's clothes are not luxurious, but that temperament makes people know that they are from an extraordinary background at a glance.

Probably sensing Wu Qiutian's gaze, the middle-aged man turned his head and nodded and smiled at Wu Qiutian. The other party took the initiative to show goodwill, and he naturally couldn't be indifferent, so he smiled back and fixed his eyes on the king in the middle of the avenue.

Three years is not a long time, there are some accounts, it's time to calculate them.

Wu Qiutian's sharp gaze began to roam among the soldiers, Yafang should be in the team, but he hasn't seen him for a few years, and he doesn't know if Yafang has changed.

After some careful searching, sure enough, Wu Qiutian found Mi Fang's traces in the crowd. But when his gaze fell on Mi Fang, a bald head with his chest and breasts next to Mi Fang also gave Wu Qiutian a penetrating look.

This person is definitely not simple, this is Wu Qiutian's first feeling to the fat man with six scars on his bald head.

It was a monk, a well-known Buddhist sect in the land of Kyushu, and there were many disciples walking outside, but in a wild place like Nanchu, there were few wild disciples.

Because the people of Southern Chu are not interested in the so-called Buddha of Buddhism at all, they believe in the ancient Wu clan god Chiyou.

Although the name has been changed to Southern Chu, most of these people in Chu, from the common people to the royal family, regard themselves as Jiuli people.

In the past, he didn't know much about Buddhism at all, and even now, he doesn't know much about Buddhism.

The fat monk smiled and said something to Mi Fang, and Mi Fang's eyes then looked at Wu Qiutian, but he found nothing, because when the fat monk looked at Wu Qiutian, Wu Qiutian had disappeared into the sea of people.

Feng Manlou, who didn't know why, followed behind Wu Qiutian, and waited until after Wu Qiutian's inn before he said, "The alliance leader has a holiday with these people?"

Wu Qiu Tian said: "If someone wants to put you to death, and you don't have the ability to fight the other party at that time." Now that you have the ability, will you choose to take revenge?"

Feng Manlou frowned: "But, after all, this is Nan Chu, Lord Zhou's side..."

Wu Qiutian said lightly: "Lord Zhou naturally has me to explain, you don't need to worry." ”

Although he said this, what he thought in his heart was that Zhou Xianru was afraid that he would want to pull out the thorn in the side of the British king.

"Now that the alliance leader has decided, let's kill his mother. Feng Mo said coldly.

Wu Qiutian smiled: "They all say that I am too murderous, but in fact, your obsession is heavier than mine." Yes, what the sky wants is those who dare to kill. As long as you don't do unrighteous things, what if you kill a little harder!"

"Amitabha, I don't think so, the donor has been peeping for a long time, but seeing that the poor monk has a good face and intends to make friends?" And beside the great monk, there stood the triumphant Mi Fang.

"It's not like it's good, it's just that I've never seen such a big bald scoop. "Wu Qiutian is not salty or light.

The fat monk's eyes flashed with a fierce color: "The poor monk sees that the donor has a relationship with my Buddha, so it is better to shave the ordination and follow the poor monk to travel all over the world!"

"Great monk, a glimpse of the crowd, you all regard it as a good fate, don't you see an aunt in your seventies and eighties, and you also want to come forward to make friends? It's just to look at you, if you don't want to, you can look back, what does it mean to block people's way!" Wu Qiutian said unceremoniously.

Feng Manlou said without yin or yang: "Alliance leader, I think this bald donkey is also a wine and meat monk, looking like a scoundrel, not a good bird." ”

The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism has been going on for a long time, and the disciples of Buddhism are not accustomed to the disciples of Taoism, and the disciples of Taoism also regard the disciples of Buddhism as a thorn in the flesh. Although the Wind Evil Sect is only a small sect, the small sect also has the dignity of a small sect, and they also hate the great monks of Buddhism, who open and close their mouths to make people take refuge in Buddhism.

Yafang walked over from this direction, and the fat monk's big bald head stood out in the crowd.

As soon as he saw Wu Qiutian, his eyes lit up, and he interjected: "What kind of thing are you, you dare to say such things to Master Zhiyuan, a distinguished guest of my British Palace." ”

Feng Manlou said coldly: "What's wrong with the British Palace?"

Mi Fang said rampantly: "You scum, you have stirred up the miasma of the world, and I, Nan Chu, will let you know sooner or later." ”

Feng Mo squinted his eyes and said, "Oh, is it? When did Nan Chu become the head of the British king? The emperor didn't speak, did you want to rebel when you came to the British Palace?"

Master Zhiyuan stared closely at Wu Qiutian's every move, and saw that Wu Qiutian slowly walked to Mi Fang's side as if he hadn't heard this insult, bowed his head slightly, and said: "The prince of England has a high position and a noble status, so naturally it is not comparable to ordinary people like us. However, all beings are equal, and half of the road is facing the sky, so why should Your Highness stop me and others from going there?"

At this time, many people began to pay attention to them, and Mi Fang's eyes rolled and said: "Count you as acquaintances! I see that the maids around you are good-looking, give them to Xiao Wang, and stop this matter!"

"The little prince is really angry, I think that if I am next to a lewd monk, I will be able to put my Zhirutang in my eyes!" A young man in elegant clothes in the crowd parted the crowd and said angrily to Mi Fang.

He made a color to the Witch Angel and waited for the situation to unfold.

The King of England has long been attracted by the situation here, and came over, and the son who was hiding behind him and the Buddhist master who was finally recruited disappeared at the same time, if he can't find out, he is not worthy of being the King of England who holds the military power in Nanchu.

This young man is Zhou Xianru, who has not been seen for a long time, and Zhou Xianru, who is now the prime minister of Southern Chu, is the youngest prime minister of Southern Chu in history and the most capable prime minister of Southern Chu.

Although it is said that the imperial court has pressure from the Valley of the God Emperor, the Emperor of Southern Chu has great trust in him. In addition, after he took office, he really improved the lives of the people a lot, and he was quite prestigious among the people.

After Zhiyuan saw Zhou Xianru, he secretly said a handsome little minister, and his eyes kept spinning on Zhou Xianru's body, making Zhou Xianru's hair stand on end.

Wu Qiutian also saw that something was wrong, and stood up and arched his hand to the King of England and said: "His Royal Highness the King is really majestic, and the little prince is also quite a father, but the whole world is not the king's land, the shore of the land is not the king's ministers, and the people of Dachu are below, why does the little prince want to stop the way down?"

There is some irony in this remark, which is nothing more than saying that the British king has no way to teach his son.

At this time, King Mi Jian's face was a little unbearable, and he turned to glare at Mi Fang: "Useless things, you know that you are powerful, and you don't want to get out of this king!"

As he spoke, Wu Qiutian kept calling for Xiao San in his body, but Xiao San didn't react at all, and in desperation, he tried to establish contact with Xiao Lu, but he didn't expect Xiao Lu to respond this time.

A glutinous voice sounded in my heart: "Boss, what's the matter?"

Xiao Lu has been by her side for so long, Wu Qiutian always thought it was male, but she didn't expect her to be a female.

After being stunned for a while, Wu Qiutian immediately ordered her to do something, and now is the best time to start. For his own safety, the king left Na Zhiyuan by his side, but told his son to get back into the car.

A faint touch of green quickly left Wu Qiutian, slowly shook through the crowd, and flew towards Yafang, who had already gotten into the carriage. No one has discovered all this, because the person who discovered this small movement, although it has a human form, cannot be called a human being.