"Uncle Hu's family has accumulated good and virtue for generations, and this time it is also the grace of the immortals, otherwise how can they hide from this catastrophe?" He even praised those immortals for how benevolent and righteous they were, how charitable they were, and helped Uncle Hu's family, which is really a good thing to accumulate virtue and blessings.

Don't beg lazily crossed Erlang's legs, and said lightly: "In this way, aren't those eight kings even more good people who accumulate good and virtuous virtues? They also worshiped the Baiyun Immortal Gate and cultivated a not weak Divine Passage Law to oppress the people, is this also their blessing?"

The big man who was driving the car closed his mouth, not daring to answer the words of Beggar. He didn't have the courage to evaluate the eight most powerful princes of the ancient Thai dynasty today.

Beqi smiled faintly and shook his head. This is the idea among mortals, those high immortals have come to Cháo on their whims, and they can easily rescue the mortals who happen to meet them in distress, which is a great good thing to accumulate good deeds, and they will be praised by these mortals for I don't know how many years. But they forgot that perhaps the root cause of their suffering was these immortals.

At the very least, if it weren't for the fact that the eight kings all had the cultivation of the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty and had enough strength to do evil, they would be able to harm the people so unscrupulously? Breaking into the door and robbing the people in broad daylight is no longer something that normal people can do.

The big man was silent, and the carriage walked forward slowly, begging to frown and ponder the background of the eight kings of the ancient Thai dynasty.

They are the only eight sons of the old emperor of the Gutai Dynasty who was about to die, and all of them worshiped the Baiyun Immortal Gate and practiced their Taoist supernatural powers. But their foundation endowment is limited, it took nearly two thousand years of penance, and they can't break through the realm of the early stage of the Yuan Infant, obviously the avenue is indefinite, they can only return to the dynasty and compete for the throne, and they can't achieve the right fruit of the immortals, at least they have to sit on the dragon chair of the dynasty for thousands of years, and have a good time to be the emperor, isn't it?

It just so happened that their father, Emperor Yuande, who was also cultivated in the early stage of Yuan Ying, was approaching his life, and he was seriously ill, and he was about to die, so the eight princes immediately relied on their cultivation mana, pulled up the pole and wantonly structured the party members, and wanted to snatch the throne in a mess. There is not much difference in the cultivation of the eight people, and the support they get in the Baiyun Immortal Gate is also different, so no one can occupy the absolute upper hand, which makes the entire imperial dynasty panic.

These eight have official titles in the Gutai Dynasty, such as Prince Huguo, Prince Weiguo and so on. However, according to the custom, according to their age, the people of the Gutai Dynasty discharged the big kings from the oldest to the smallest, and the second kings all the way to the rank of the eighth king.

The armor soldiers on the Eight Great Palaces that he encountered today robbed the people's daughters on the street, and it seems that this is not the first time he has done so. Don't hesitate to blacklist him, such a person still wants to be an emperor? Don't you mind cutting off his head and letting him go to the yīn room to be a flat-topped ghost king.

crossed Erlang's legs, humming all the way to the yín tune of eighteen touches in Le Xiaobai's memory, and came to the door of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion without begging. The big man who was driving the car frowned and turned back to Beg and smiled: "Childe, the Hidden Sword Pavilion has arrived!" In the depths of the big man's eyes, there was a trace of disdain that was forcibly concealed, wearing a gorgeous costume, with a handsome appearance, running to the Qinglou at noon, and humming this kind of indiscriminate tune all the way, what is this not a sloppy family?

The big man is messing around in the market, and he doesn't know any of the famous sons and grandsons in Taicheng? Look at Beqi's appearance, he is a rich son from other places, and he should have come to Taicheng for the first time, so he ran directly to the Qinglou.

Don't beg to jump out of the carriage and casually throw a few one-pound gold ingots into the big man's arms. He turned around and grinned at the big man and said, "Believe it or not, the immortal master who kills people and saves people is the uncle and me!" Shaking his head and laughing, Beqi suddenly took a step, and slid out more than ten zhang away, rushing into the gate of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion like a piece of green smoke.

The big man looked at Beqi's back in a daze, and his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly whipped his whip the back of the horse pulling the cart. He muttered under his breath, "Hell, don't believe me." You're a loser who has been practicing martial arts for a few days, hey, you want to fool Lao Tzu when you're an immortal? Ah, do the gods have you like you? full of platitudes, immortals?"

Beg took out a folding fan from the ring, waved the fan all the way, and staggered into the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

This Tibetan Sword Pavilion is worthy of being the largest and most lively green building in Taicheng, first of all, the gatehouse at the door is high-spirited, resplendent and tight. Beqi slid into the gatehouse in one step like a cloud, and with the clothes on his body, as well as the jade pendant made of two pieces of spiritual jade worth more than one million gold hanging from his waist, the eyes of a group of turtles waiting in the gatehouse lit up, and they shouted "Distinguished guests are coming", and they hurriedly greeted them.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of heavy gold ingots were scattered casually. He laughed and said: "Good grandchildren, serve me well, uncle, I am here to be happy! Now make a good table table, so-so with sixteen plates, sixteen fruit plates, sixteen cold dishes, sixteen hot dishes, plus sixteen sè good wine, well, don't use it for the little lady, and then heat it up at night." Tsk, uncle, I'm in a good mood, I have a reward for seeing people!"

Sure enough, there is a reward for seeing people, Beg strode into the Tibetan Sword Pavilion surrounded by a group of turtles, and along the way, whether it was the husband who was sweeping the floor, or the little girl who served tea and water, including a few inferior handymen who poured the toilet, they met and threw away a gold ingot weighing a pound.

For a while, the golden light flashed, and the turtles around Beg were so happy that their teeth cracked. High rollers, unprecedented high rollers, high rollers who can afford to lose their families! Such high rollers must be served well! Even if they don't beg and scold their good grandson, this grandson must also be well served, right? There is money, there is a lot of money, and this is enough!

Don't beg to take out so many gold ingots from a storage bag around his waist, these turtle males have bright eyes, and they can use storage bags, at least they are innate cultivators. can afford to buy storage bags, not a monk who cultivates immortals, and is also a descendant of some wealthy families. Such a high-roller comes to the door, and he is not good at serving, and he is sorry for the father and mother who gave birth to them - such a high-roller must cut a layer of meat well!

Beggar, who hugged him all the way into the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, came to the main building in the middle of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and followed the steps inlaid with gold and jade, all the way to the fourth floor of the main building. In the middle of the main building of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion is a six-story patio, surrounded by verandahs, and behind it are small wings. From the first floor to the sixth floor, the higher the floor, the smaller the number of wings, the larger the area of the wings, and the more delicate and lovely the faces of the maids and maids who serve them.

Beg sprinkled two or three hundred catties of gold all the way out, and was only sent to a box on the fourth floor of the main building to sit down. Don't help but grin, this has to go up to the sixth floor of the main building, how much does it have to be bad? And how luxurious does it have to be?

Sitting in the private room, the private room that is enough to set up seven or eight tables of wine banquets is gorgeously furnished, all the utensils are jīng brocade and fine porcelain, and the patterns on it are extremely gorgeous and elegant, without the flashy atmosphere of the green building. The few maids serving in the private room are all delicate, with a strong bookish atmosphere, not comparable to the vulgar Qinglou women.

Beqi nodded secretly, and his divine sense swept around, enveloping the entire main building in an instant.

In addition to the few private rooms on the top floor, that is, the sixth floor, which have a terrible prohibition protection in Beqi's eyes, which can prevent outsiders from eavesdropping, the entire Tibetan Sword Pavilion is unobstructed in Beggar's divine sense, and in the hundreds of private rooms upstairs and downstairs, the conversations of more than 2,000 diners who are eating are clearly heard by Beggar.

Lying crookedly on a chaise longue in the private room, don't beg to crookedly, squint your eyes and enjoy the gentle massage of the two maids, watching the maids in and out of the water to deliver wine and food. More than 2,000 people were chatting at the same time, and ordinary people couldn't figure out how many valuable words there were, but for Beqi, with the help of the power of heaven and thunder, Bebeg, who had already formed the primordial gods, could eavesdrop on the conversations of more than 100,000 people at the same time, and would not let go of any valuable words.

The guests who can enter and exit the Tibetan Sword Pavilion are either rich or expensive, and they are also figures with heads and faces in Taicheng, or strong dragons who come from other places. A group of men got together, some beauties were pleasing to the eye, some were relieved by wine, and their mouths were loose, and all kinds of strange words and deeds came out.

This includes some of the recent events in Thailand. For example, there are a few more distinguished guests in the mansion of the Eight Great Kings, and in order to entertain them, the Eight Great Kings are working hard to search for the unique girls of the people. For example, there are suddenly a few beautiful concubines around the six kings, all of whom are the best of the infinite romance of the country and the city. For example, one of the fathers-in-law in charge of the palace suddenly grew a beard......

The father-in-law in charge of the palace grew a beard, which was told by several guests of the private room as a joke, and no one believed the truth of this word, not even the person who said the joke himself. But don't beg for it, my father-in-law grew a beard? Isn't it the thing below that was reborn? Hey, it's not impossible for the eunuch to be reborn with that thing.

After sneering a few times, Beg stood up, eavesdropped on these people's words, picked up a wine jug from the wine table, walked to the verandah outside the private room, and drank the wine from the wine jug while looking at the scenery of the main building.

Suddenly, he saw that in the middle of the patio below, on a high platform, five wheels of different materials were released.

Gold, silver, iron, stone, wood, five wheels three feet in diameter rested on the high platform, and it was so dazzling. Don't beg for a moment, he suddenly laughed, he pulled a maid behind him, pointed to those wheels and said with a smile: "Could it be that the Hidden Sword Pavilion is still in the carriage business?"

The maid smiled crisply, winked at Beqi, and then explained: "The guest officer is laughing!

With a charming smile, the maid blushed and explained, "This is a pleasure that a distinguished guest has asked our host to put here. As long as any guest can use his own thing to spin with a wheel, he will get a great benefit!"

Can you get a huge benefit by spinning the wheels with that thing?

Don't laugh, Mr. Chang Yu, you also came here to make waves? Combined with those familiar demonic spirits, hehe!

Don't shake your head again and again, and drink all the wine in the jug.