palm order

Chapter 329
Eighteen Taoist priests hold sharp knives in their hands, and their feet move in a regular manner according to their directions.

Complementing each other with the fierce sword energy contained in the Taoist temple, it seems to be able to crush Mu Yang.

When Yunwei was alone, others could not ignore her.

Show up together with Mu Yang, most people will pay attention to Mu Yang, the curly hair is more eye-catching than Yun Wei.

The people in the house turned their eyes to Curly Hair.

Don't ask how Yunwei knows, it's a special way of communicating with Curly.

She is a girl who has a special communication with a dog, and no one will believe her if she tells it, it's too shameful.

Curly roared at the house: "Wow, woof."

Mu Yang remained calm, took Yun Wei's hand and walked forward in a leisurely manner, turning a blind eye to the blade that was so close.

Yunwei's palms were sweating, she didn't want Mu Yang to do anything, she was worried that people in the Taoist temple would spread the news of today's events.

Mu Yang used the flute to capture martial arts masters, and the ones who captured were the guards around him, so the emperor could accept it.

Once the emperor...

Mu Yang is too eye-catching, young and talented far beyond the eldest prince and others.

Even if Mu Yang is the adopted son of the emperor and has no right of succession, and has no intention of taking the throne, the emperor may not think so!

"I went up the mountain to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and by the way, I had a few words with the master of the Taoist temple. I didn't want to hurt the many beloved disciples of the master."

Mu Yang spoke first:
"Is the Lord going to test the depth of this king before making a decision? When the Lord appears, Sichuan and Shu will surely bleed like rivers.

My father won Sichuan and Sichuan, and he will still respect the Guanzhu. This mountain can be a fiefdom for the Guanzhu. My father has always respected the ninth-rank masters, and the disobedient ninth-rank... It's not like I haven't killed them before.

The world is unified, Sichuan and Shu belong to Tianmu, the destiny belongs to heaven, and ninth-rank masters can't go against the sky. The master is not afraid of thunder? "

"You will be struck by lightning if you disobey Prince Jing." An old voice floated from the house, "You, girl, it's strange for a dog to go up the mountain and stand in front of the old Taoist."

"The prince is handsome, the woman is unparalleled, and even the dog he raises is very special. The prince is indeed the son of destiny."

Mu Yang replied indifferently: "These words are very boring. Even if what the temple master said reaches Dad's ears, it will not change the destruction of Sichuan and Sichuan. This king does not want Sichuan and Sichuan to be peaceful, and does not want to wash the Taoist temple with blood."

"You go away."

"master."

"Disperse!"

"Yes."

Eighteen Taoist priests withdrew their swords and gave Mu Yang a hard look, unwilling to leave the courtyard.

Mu Yang pulled out the flute and put it to his lips, and the people in the Taoist house coughed a few times, "His Royal Highness Prince Jing has received his supernatural powers, so there is no need to teach them a lesson, cough cough cough."

Mu Yang frowned, his ears moved slightly, and the voice cast by the curly hair in Yunwei's head almost coincided with Mu Yang's.

"The viewer is injured?"

"No, it took a while to heal the apprentices' wounds, which caused old wounds."

"Who dares to disturb the meditation of the temple master?"

Inexplicably, Mu Yang thought of someone, and the third uncle kept thinking about him, A Yang, do you want to eat fish?
The temple master coughed and said with a smile: "The old friend's disciple has already entered the ninth rank. The poor Taoist once dissatisfied with the old friend, thinking that he took in a lazy and unwilling apprentice, and the sect hopes to learn everything he has learned. It was broken on the only disciple."

"Twenty years later, the hard-working disciples cultivated by Pindao are no match for him, and they will eventually lose to his old friend's eyesight. I have to admit that hard work is no match for talent!"

Bang Dang, the closed door opened without wind, "His Royal Highness Prince Jing, um, friend dog, please come in and discuss the Tao."

Yunwei: Can she go down the mountain now?

"Talent is very important. The Lord can't say that he is not hardworking enough. He is just dawdling. He is... very bad. He works hard in secret, but is lazy in front of others."

The third uncle ran all the way from the capital to Sichuan and Sichuan to pacify the Taoist temple for him in advance, and Mu Yang felt a moment of warmth in his heart.

But I also feel that the third uncle is troublesome, so what's so great about being discovered by my father?
"You go in with Curly, I'll go down first."

"..."

Mu Yang grabbed Yun Wei who was leaving in a hurry, remembering the words of the temple master, Mu Yang hurriedly remedied, "If you don't go, I won't go either. I'll accompany you down the mountain."

Curly: "Wow."

The temple master felt a little embarrassed, walked to the door and invited: "Princess Jing does not dislike the boredom of discussing the Tao, you can enter it, the old Taoist does not ignore the princess.

...It's just that I haven't seen a woman for many years, so I don't know what young girls like.Discussing with Prince Jing for a while is boring, and the princess will find it boring.

Once you discuss the Dao, you can't stop, otherwise both parties will be seriously injured. "

"Hasn't the Taoist priest been persuaded by the elders who have a relationship with Prince Jing? You still use the same argument with Prince Jing?"

Yun Wei held Mu Yang's wrist, and did not correct her meaningless words that she was not Princess Jing:

"The temple master who has been teaching for many years is not afraid of death, you just send troops to suppress the rebellion, and the temple master will go to the capital to discuss with the emperor if he has the ability.

The prince helped him, but he may not be grateful to you. The sin of ruining lives because of the selfishness of the Lord does not fall on the prince.

You are not the eldest prince, and if you have the heart of the eldest prince, no one will be grateful to you. Once the old man hurts the root and loses his life, only I will feel sorry for the prince.

You said you would grow old with me, did you coax me? "

Mu Yang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolled, and asked earnestly, "What do you want?"

"Let's go down the mountain." Yunwei took a provocative look at the old Taoist, raised her eyebrows slightly, "The old Taoist thinks I'm in the way, so I'm not willing to stay. The scenery on the mountain is much better than the Taoist temple."

Yunwei never regarded her close relatives as paper figures, but regarded them as living people.

She doesn't care much about ordinary people, and in terms of ruthlessness, Yun Wei is even more ruthless than Mu Yang.

Besides, how long has Mu Yang practiced martial arts?
Having been crippled once more, she finally climbed up from the bottom. She never wants the old Taoist to hurt Mu Yang again with his discussion!
There is no need to be the world, Mu Yang is not the emperor.

"Don't worry, he can't hurt me. If you only talk about Dao, I can rank second in the world."

"Just the second?"

"Well, the first is the way of heaven."

"..."

The corners of Yunwei's mouth twitched, looking at Mu Yang's confident look, she smiled lightly and said, "Then you go in and discuss the Tao, and I'll walk around the Taoist temple."

She raised her finger to press Mu Yang's lips, shook her head and said: "You don't need to say that you are with me, if you give him a hard lesson, you will vent my anger, who made him ignore me?
Hmph, give him more knowledge, I have no chance of entering martial arts, I can let martial arts masters block his door and destroy his orthodoxy. "

The Guanzhu's eyes flickered, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead inexplicably.

The pretty and confident girl coincided with the proud girl in memory.

Who did his orthodoxy offend?

One after another, women uttered harsh words to destroy his morality.

Ordinary people threatened him and laughed it off, they were not strong enough, and Yunwei hadn't even stepped into martial arts, so he took their threats seriously.

Landlord Mu's strength was still low that day. Landlord Mu visited the Taoist temple at night a few days ago to discuss the Tao with him.

He has practiced penance for many years, and he has a feeling that he has cultivated on dogs.

Landlord Mu has already been equally divided with him. The most important thing is that Landlord Mu has no spiritual flaws, and he is one step ahead, above the ninth-rank master.

"Is the daughter of the Yang family okay?" He murmured this sentence.

"You do not know?"

Yun Wei was surprised and asked back, "You only practice hard and don't care about things?"

The temple master shook his head and said: "The old Taoist has been in seclusion for many years. It is not because of the great chaos in Sichuan and Sichuan. The old Taoist will not open the mountain gate again, and you will not be able to go up the mountain."

Yunwei suspected that it was Landlord Mu who knocked on the mountain gate, and it didn't matter to the land gods or the worldly people or things.

The only thing that can make them remember to care is just a few people.

"The old Taoist has received a share of incense from the King of Sichuan and Shu, so he must leave a bloodline for him."

"can."

Mu Yang spoke directly and said: "Miss Jiang Su is already the eldest brother's woman, and the eldest brother protects her very tightly. After returning to Beijing, the eldest brother will seal her up.

Dad should agree to keep the blood of King Chuanshu. "

The viewer: "..."

"The master of the temple, please restrain the disciples and grandchildren, and refrain from assassinating the eldest brother. Jiang Su is the eldest daughter of the king of Sichuan and Shu. Since she is the person the master of the temple keeps, she should not be frequently injured by assassins."

"...The old way means to leave a male, such as the youngest son of King Chuanshu."

Sensing Yunwei's disapproving gaze, the host said, "Your lord, you don't have to pretend to be confused with the old Taoist. Only boys can inherit the incense, but girls can't do it. Jiang Su is not suitable. Chuanshu will never accept that she is still alive."

"How can the people of Sichuan and Shu bother to care whether the daughter of the King of Sichuan and Shu is alive or not? The Lord has underestimated her. Only she can survive in front of Dad after returning to Beijing."

"King Gaoyong has already killed the youngest son of King Chuanshu who supervised the battle in the mountain city. When Jincheng was destroyed, the elder brother...most of the children of Chuanshu family members committed suicide. The lineage of the king of Shu is extinct.

Even if a few children from remote offshoots ran out, they would not be recognized by my father and the people of Sichuan and Shu. "

Mu Yang stepped into the house, saw the chessboard that had been placed, walked over and sat down, and closed the door tightly with a wave of his hand.

"The curly hair is protecting Weiwei, give me an hour, and I will take you to the back mountain and the sea of ​​flowers."

Curly: "Wow." Received, understand.

It wagged its tail and ran back to Yunwei. At the critical moment, it had to rely on the loyal friend of human beings. Mu Yang was unreliable, so he left you alone to discuss the Dao.

Yunwei pressed the poodle's head hard, "Do you believe that if I tell Mu Yang this, he will pluck your skin?!"

Curly's tail wagged faster, as a gesture of flattery, and then bit Yunwei's clothes, Curly and Yunwei squatted under the window of the house.

With one flick of his tail he poked a hole in the wall, and with another flick he poked another hole.

Then Curly got out of the way, indicating to Yunwei that she could take a peek.

Yun Wei: "If I want to see it, can't I just go in and see it?"

Curly: "Wow, woof."

You can't concentrate on dealing with old Taoist priests in Mu Yang, peeking is more emotional, Mu Yang is just a male peacock, showing his strength to fascinate you.

Yun Wei: "..."

The audience's deep laughter came from the room, although the audience could not understand Curly's roar, and there was no special channel for Yunwei to communicate with Curly's thinking.

He understood.

After all, he was once young, and he had also shown himself in front of the girl he liked.

The watchman looked at Mu Yang who was facing him, "Your third uncle has already been here, the old man can see the strength of His Highness King Jing, you are not the old man's opponent yet.

The old Taoist has interceded for the King of Sichuan and Shu, and since his son is dead, the old Taoist will not help anyone anymore.

In the future, if the disciples and grandchildren of the old way are caught by King Jing, you can just kill them. "

The temple master picked up the chess pieces and slapped them on the chessboard, and the coldness and unfeelingness disappeared in a flash, "Those who don't listen to persuasion and don't know that their destiny is in King Jing are not worthy of being a veteran disciple."

"I want to try my own state." Mu Yang Hengdi was on his lips, his eyes were deep and bright, "I'm not here to play chess with Guanzhu.

The third uncle never wanted to seriously compete with me, and others were not suitable. The predecessors did not open up this path, so I can only explore and move forward by myself. "

The viewer's heart said that Prince Jing once again pretended it in front of his sweetheart!
It sounded like Prince Jing was asking him for advice, and he was speaking modestly.

In fact, even though he is a ninth-rank master, he just inherits the teacher's lineage.

Prince Jing, on the other hand, made his own way, which was much higher than him.

More importantly, King Jing is over twenty years old, and he is over a hundred years old.

"My lord, please." The temple master sat up straight, not caring about the chessboard, a faint golden light appeared on his body, "The old Taoist is just trying to learn the unique martial art of the lord."

Yun Wei didn't look at it, she pulled Curly's tail and left, "I know that Mu Yang is good enough."

An hour later, the door of the house opened, and Mu Yang walked out with slightly sloppy footsteps.

Yun Wei ran over quickly, looked at Mu Yang carefully, and walked around him a few times, "Fortunately, he didn't hurt you."

Mu Yang's face was a little paler than before, his breath was a little weaker, his eyes were extremely bright, he grabbed Yunwei's hand, and said in a low voice: "I broke through a small bottleneck and found a way forward, and re-entering the Grandmaster is just around the corner. .”

Yunwei was happy for Mu Yang, she moved behind Mu Yang, lightly jumped up and lay on his back, and said lazily: "I don't want to leave, you carry me down the mountain."

She can't become a grandmaster in her life, but she can make the grandmaster work for her, and make the grandmaster Gou Curly obedient, who else?

With a smile on the edge of Mu Yang's lips, he supported Yunwei's calf with both hands, and strode away from the gate.

Curly Pidianpidian ran back and forth, very happy.

After watching them leave, the temple master waved his hand, completely closed the gate of the Taoist temple, and opened the mountain guard formation. None of his apprentices and grandchildren were Mu Yang's opponents. Did they go down the mountain to give away the head?

As for closing the mountain gate, the disciples and grandchildren who are locked outside the mountain gate, those who are smarter can save their lives, and those who are stupid and insist on meddling with the change of secular dynasties will die if they die.

Don't even think about him going down the mountain to avenge them.

Killing the young ones and attracting the old ones only exists in the scriptures.

Martial arts are ruthless, and those who have cultivated to the level of a master are seldom emotional anymore.

Mu Yang walked very slowly and steadily, Yunwei lay on his shoulder, sniffing the unique smell on his body, and slowly closed her eyes.

Curly got the cue from Mu Yang, shut his mouth cleverly and cleverly, and almost couldn't hear any sound when he was running.

Curly admires Yunwei, how could she fall asleep? !

The corners of Mu Yang's mouth curled up, Yun Wei was worried about herself just now, she was tense and exhausted, knowing that he had nothing to do, she went further, Yun Wei was exhausted after relaxing, and fell asleep easily.

What's more, these days, Yunwei didn't have a good rest, and she has been thinking about him attacking the mountain city.

Mu Yang used his internal strength to slowly cover Yunwei's body with a film, making her sleep more peacefully and sweetly.

In Yunwei's dream, she was wearing a red wedding gown to pay homage to Mu Yang, and during the bridal chamber, she rode on Mu Yang, tearing at Mu Yang's wedding dress, come on, be happy.

(End of this chapter)