It is impossible to keep a promise, and it is impossible to keep a promise in this life.

Especially like the prince and princess who were born in the court, their promises are not just true?

And Jiang Wu just wanted the four princes to make a promise, which was extremely pedantic.

However, since he has such an idea, Jiang Ming must support it.

The more chaotic the Jiang family is, the happier it will be for him.

"Your Highness will give you what you want.........." Jiang Ming stroked the long hair draped over his shoulders and laughed in a low voice: "It's not early, I'm going back to my room to rest." ”

At this time, it is pointless to entangle with Jiang Wu, to be precise, it should be Hongzhi who should talk to Jiang Wu at this time.

"I'll bring your words, if you can show me something........."

........

This was the end of the conversation between the two.

No matter what Jiang Wu had plans or wanted, it would have no effect on Jiang Ming at all. In the end, they are all going to die......

"A few old guys in the house are a little tricky, it's up to tomorrow. ”

Jiang Ming looked down at the plumpness on his chest and said to himself.

.......

Xuanwu Gate, noon.

The sun is just over the head, and the skin of the person exposed to the scorching sun is faintly painful.

Despite this, the square of Xuanwumen was still crowded with people.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers looked solemn, holding swords in their hands, standing on the outermost periphery, their eyes wary as they scanned the crowd.

Feng Yinghan stood in the middle of the square. His face was like a knife, and his whole body was as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

There are more than a dozen Taishi chairs on both sides, and representatives from various sects sit on both sides.

The younger disciples were all standing in the distance, whispering in a low voice.

Behind them were the people of the capital who had heard the news, from a three-year-old naughty boy to an old woman in her sixties, who stretched out their necks, looked vigorously into the center of the field, and cursed in a low voice from time to time.

"Thank you all martial arts colleagues for coming to the capital. Feng Yinghan gestured to the heads and elders present one by one, then looked ahead and said in a deep voice. "Jiang was born in Shaolin and often taught his children to be kind and not evil. Don't you know that the fourth son, Jiang Ming, secretly practiced magic skills, killed his colleagues, disregarded people's lives, and committed heinous crimes.

If the Son does not teach, the Father is guilty. Jiang should have apologized for his crimes, but because he was in an important position in the palace and had the responsibility of guarding the saint Zhou Quan, he didn't dare to die easily........."

Feng Yinghan paused, and knelt down with a puff.

The heads of the major factions all shook their heads and sighed, and the dignified masters of the five turns of peerless masters actually knelt down to beg for forgiveness from everyone, but it was really miserable to be pitted by their own sons.

"Senior Jiang, one person does things and one person is responsible, this matter has nothing to do with you. ”

"Hurry up, the juniors can't afford such a big gift. ”

"Senior Jiang doesn't have to blame himself, please ask Ling Lang to show up and give an explanation to the dead colleagues. ”

.........

Directly ahead, the disciples of the major factions were surprisingly unanimous. Although Feng Yinghan knelt down, they still held on to Jiang Ming.

Feng Yinghan had already expected such a result, and the kneeling just now was just a show.

He got up abruptly, his expression solemn, and said aloud, "Bring that evil obstacle up." The words suddenly stopped, and a powerful momentum suddenly emanated from him, and the powerful aura was far away, and there was a kind of kingly power like a king in the world, shocking everyone present.

The disciples and people in the audience were deeply shocked, this is the strength of a peerless master, it is really shocking.

Even Lu Huaining, the head of the Kongtong faction, looked sideways slightly, and there was a violent fluctuation in his heart, and an inexplicable fear rose in his heart, which was a tremor from the soul, and it was a natural instinct - Feng Yinghan's cultivation was far above him.

He had a strong premonition that danger was coming, yes, the uneasiness in his heart that had lasted all these days had lasted until now, and at this moment he finally understood that this trip to the capital would be a turning point in his life.

Under the watchful eye of the two guards, Jiang Ming walked to the stage with a calm face.

"Smack. ”

A crisp sound sounded on the school field of Xuanwumen.

Feng Yinghan's eyes widened angrily, and he raised his hand and slapped Jiang Ming's face fiercely on the face who had just come over.

"Evil obstacles, don't kneel down yet!"

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It hurts.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Jiang Ming's mouth, and he secretly scolded in his heart, Feng Yinghan, the old fox, had really gone too far, and he didn't even understand the basic borrowing.

He knelt down obediently, but his eyes were still full of unconvincing ferocity.

"Say, in Qiancheng, why did you kill the twelve disciples of the Kongtong Sect?"

Everyone present was listening quietly.

"In everything, there is a rule. They don't give money for eating, they just don't follow the rules, kill them, I didn't do anything wrong. Jiang Ming stubbornly raised his head and said lightly.

"Presumptuous, you are simply a demon with deep roots, and the fellow Daoists of the Kongtong Sect come to you to eat because they can afford you, and they still have to give money?"

Lu Huaining twitched on the right side of his face, almost wanting to plug Feng Yinghan's mouth with the mud on the ground. When Feng Yinghan said this, didn't he say in disguise that the people in his Kongtong faction were all arrogant and unreasonable, eating and drinking, and people with no face and no skin.

"There are no rules. Giving money for meals and paying off debts is an eternal truth. Jiang Ming also spoke loudly, and the two sang and harmonized, shifting everyone's attention to Lu Huaining.

"Good, good. Feng Yinghan said three times in a row, "You are reasonable." But did you go too far by killing people?"

"I was a little impulsive, and I apologize for being impulsive. But the reason why I killed people was completely provoked by them. These Kongtong sect disciples were disrespectful, threatening to demolish the restaurant, and even beat me first. The Kongtong faction's Seven Wound Fist is full of power, and if you don't resist, you can only wait for death. Jiang Ming's eyes were moist, and his heart was surging, and he cried forward: "Do I deserve to be killed by them?"

......

The scene was silent, all thinking carefully about the conversation between the two.

What the Jiang family did seemed to be reasonable, if it were them, someone would attack first, and they would instinctively choose to fight back. Moreover, it is really a bit embarrassing for Kongtong to send disciples to eat overlord meals.

"Let's not mention this matter for the time being, then how do you explain your cultivation of the poisonous palm?" After a long time, a disciple of the Kongtong Sect asked.

The story of Jiang Ming being besieged by the Demon Sect in Qiancheng that day spread after being repaired by Bai Xiumei, the elder of the Kongtong faction. The whole thing did not mention the process of Jiang Ming's pursuit of the Demon Sect and the escape of the corpse chasing sect and the disciples of the Blood Cultivation Hall, but he blindly emphasized that he killed dozens or hundreds of people with poisonous palms, and he was close to Yan Xian, the traitor of the Divine Sword Villa.

Under the clouds, Jiang Ming has become a ruthless demon who cultivates magic skills.