69novels Chapter 166
Chapter 166
This night was destined to be uneasy.
Among the princes of Beili, in addition to King Jingyu, there was also King Langya.
There was a man who couldn't sleep, and he had been trembling for many days.
In the Qing Palace, there was a man who looked quite gentle, dressed neatly, and combed his hair meticulously, giving people a solemn and decent feeling.
He didn't like drinking, because he always said that drinking made him uncalm.
And he always hated all uncalm factors.
But recruiting Ye Dingzhi into his army was the most uncalm thing he thought.
"Is there no news about Ye Dingzhi?" King Qing asked lightly.
The attendants around felt a chill: "After the battle with Yu Shengmo, he left, but it seems that he is back again."
"What did you say?" King Qing pulled up the attendant's collar.
"Tonight, Tianqi City is very lively." Another attendant said calmly, but only he knew that his back was soaked with sweat at this moment.
"What happened?" Qing Wang asked in confusion. Since he knew Ye Dingzhi's identity, he hid in the palace every day and dared not go out. He was afraid, afraid of being strangled to death in the street.
People who have done a lot of evil are like this, always worried and frightened? What's more, the evil he did was so great that he directly killed a loyal and patriotic General Beili.
"Reporting to the prince, it was the princess of King Jingyu who was robbed." The attendant replied calmly.
"Hahaha, Xiao Ruojin has also had this day." Qing Wang didn't know why he was so gloating. This news could make him happy all night.
Everyone likes to watch the fun.
What's more, the one being watched is his competitor. The throne is very important to him.
It can be said that if he had the opportunity to be the emperor, let him pick up the sword and stab Emperor Tai'an, he would not even blink an eye.
"Did that person succeed?" Qing Wang laughed.
"Close to success." The attendant replied, "and it is destined to succeed."
"Who did it?" Qing Wang asked in confusion.
"Wen Jiutian, the young man who defeated the sword fairy Yu Shengmo, the number one master of Nan Jue." The attendant replied.
"Great." Qing Wang's heart tightened, and a big stone fell. Moreover, he had a plan in mind. Maybe he could use this matter to give Jing Yu Wang a good game and make him lose face!
"By the way." Qing Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who just said that Ye Dingzhi entered the city?"
"I." The attendant said hurriedly.
"Immediately, send someone immediately, at all costs, to keep him in Tianqi City." Qing Wang turned around, his eyes full of murderous intent, "Don't want him alive, I just want to see Ye Dingzhi dead."
"Yes."
"And." Qing Wang frowned, but soon his eyes were stern, and he shouted, "Send people, send the masters in the mansion to the city immediately, to help that Master Wen, he is Mr. Li's junior brother, at all costs, send him out of the city!"
On the long street
Luo Qingyang's sword had broken into two pieces and fell to the ground. He knelt there, looking up at his master without saying a word.
The old man's clothes were torn, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. His brother lowered his head and looked at Luo Qingyang, saying in a deep voice: "Qingyang is over."
Luo Qingyang wanted to struggle and tried to pick up the broken sword, but the old man suddenly stepped on his hand: "I hope you can understand that when you are not strong enough, don't try to do things beyond your cognition."
"Master, spare Brother Luo." The shadow guard holding a sickle next to him couldn't help but say.
"Stop talking too much." The old man raised his hand and waved, hitting the man back, "If you have this free time, you should go see your father and others, not just watch the show here."
Luo Qingyang whispered: "Kill me!"
"Kill you? Don't you want to seek revenge on me one day, and then take your little sister away when you have the strength? If you say you want to die after losing, you are a coward." The old man sighed, "Don't you want to be the best in the world?"
"However, you are indeed the most talented disciple of the Shadow Sect in decades." The old man raised his foot and stepped down heavily again, "But it's not enough."
Luo Qingyang tried to raise his head and turned his head to see that a carriage was slowly driving towards them.
The driver of the carriage was also a young man. He was dressed in black and his face was so handsome that he didn't look like a human being. He looked like an immortal from the world.
The handle of a knife was looming behind him, and when he looked over here, he even had a lazy posture.
Next to the young man sat an old man with wrinkles all over his face, but with his full head of black hair, he didn't look like an old man.
At this moment, he was covered in blood and had five poisonous things tattooed all over his body, looking domineering.
Behind the carriage, a young man in a Taoist robeThe Taoist priest also had a lazy look on his face, but he seemed a little tired after jogging for a while.
This strange combination didn't look very serious.
The old man retracted his foot, turned around, and waved his arm gently: "Take him away, let someone treat his wounds, put on the lock, and no one can let him out without my order."
"Yes" Several shadow guards behind him hurried forward and hung their hands on Luo Qingyang's armpits.
However, Luo Qingyang was laughing, and his laughter was even a little crazy and unruly: "Hehe, Master. What I can't do doesn't mean that others can't do it. He is here, which means that the one in the palace has failed, half a step away, he lost."
The old man was stunned and sighed for a long time, then he pulled open the clothes on his chest, revealing the sword marks all over his body. He gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of golden wound medicine, and poured it on.
"I thought my own disciple was amazing enough." The old man endured the severe pain and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that you are only two years older than Qingyang, but you have reached a realm that many people cannot reach in their entire lives. Ridiculous. Ridiculous."
When Wen Zhuliu was in the car, he had completely figured out one thing, that is, to truly be himself, to use his life, and to shed blood and sweat for the Wen family.
"Master Yi, long time no see." Wen Zhuliu clasped his fists.
"Humph!" Yi Bu snorted coldly, "Mr. Wen, I didn't expect that the dignified Wen family Dan Hua master would actually do such a thing."
"What do you mean?" Wen Zhuliu asked in confusion.
"How did I get poisoned, and how did you deceive me and live in my Ying Sect, have you forgotten?" Yi Bu frowned slightly, one hand pressed on the sword wound, and the other hand held the long sword.
"You are stupid." Wen Zhuliu shook his head. "You don't want to be the son-in-law who is destined to be the best in the world. You want to be the uncle of the emperor. You are a man of the rivers and lakes. You shouldn't be so involved in the court. Why bother?"
"Uncle Zhuliu, please get out of the way. I will talk to him."
Wen Jiutian was just in the carriage. The next moment, he appeared in front of Yi Bu.
Wen Jiutian shouted:
"Dad!"
[Today, the plan is to write 10 chapters, but it may not work]