I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Seeing the palm that Master Du'e had gathered slammed towards Cao Quan's chest.

Chen Wangju, standing in the crowd, widened his eyes, afraid of missing a single second of the scene.

Yes, let's teach Cao Quan a lesson and see if he's still so arrogant!

He can act? That's still better than Cao Quan being a sycophant!

Cao Quan not only recognized the rice shop manager as his godfather, but now he has also used some unknown means to curry favor with the head of the Song family and become one of the five head managers of the Song family.

Someone should have taught Cao Quan a lesson long ago.

"call out!"

However, at that moment, the sound of an arrow piercing the air suddenly rang out.

Master Du'e's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

The arrow grazed Cao Quan's chest and embedded itself diagonally into a crack in the stone slab on the ground.

When everyone went to look, they saw the arrow's fletching tremble slightly, which was enough to show the speed and power of the arrow.

If Master Du'e hadn't withdrawn his hand in time, he would have had his hand pierced by that arrow.

"who!"

Master Du'e's eyes widened in fury.

Arrows are not as conspicuous as swords and spears.

However, it was classified as a heavy weapon in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Firing arrows on the streets is strictly prohibited, let alone on the streets of the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Those who disobey will be considered to have committed treason and rebellion, a grave crime!

"call out!"

Another arrow was aimed at the head of the monk Du'e.

Master Du'e quickly turned his head to dodge, and the arrow once again pierced the crack in the stone slab.

Master Du'e was furious, his lips trembling.

His eyes stared in disbelief in the direction from which the arrow had come.

Who is it?

Who has such audacity!

They dared to shoot an arrow at his head.

This is not about saving Cao Quan, but about taking his life.

This time, everyone finally saw who was shooting the arrow.

The man, riding a tall horse, stopped at the end of the street, followed by a large, dark mass of people, whose identities were unknown.

However, as the man put down his longbow and rode over, everyone finally saw what was behind him.

They were a group of heavy cavalrymen clad in black armor, carrying banners bearing the word "King".

The leader rode his warhorse slowly forward and finally stopped not far in front of the two.

The man on horseback looked at the monk with great interest and said with a chuckle:

"I had long heard that Master Du'e of Jin Guang Temple was highly skilled in martial arts, and seeing him tonight, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."

"Guards, bring me my longsword! I wish to spar with Master Du'e!"

Upon hearing this, the cavalryman carrying the large banner bearing the character "王" (king) behind him quickly stepped forward and whispered:

"My lord, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"We've just arrived in Beijing, so it's best to keep a low profile!"

"If we want to spar, there will be plenty of opportunities to do so in the future."

"The most urgent task is to go to the Crown Prince's residence and report back immediately!"

The person who came was none other than Wang Bao, who had come to the capital after the suppression of the rebellion in Jiangnan!

Wang Bao glared fiercely at his personal guard and cursed, "How dare you speak out of turn! How could I not know?"

After saying this, Wang Bao turned his horse around and prepared to leave to report back to the Crown Prince's residence.

A large group of heavy cavalry followed closely behind, and wherever their eyes swept across, the people on both sides of the street dared not look directly at them.

Just as the cavalry was about to leave, the mage Du'e, who was standing still, clenched his fists and roared in fury:

"So you're leaving already? Don't you intend to give this monk an explanation?"

The cavalry stopped again, and Wang Bao was about to turn his horse around and return.

Seeing that things were not going well, the cavalryman carrying the flag quickly dismounted to persuade Wang Bao, but it was the monk Du'e who was being persuaded.

He handed the flag to someone else, nimbly dismounted, and went to the side of the monk Du'e, kindly asking, "Master, do you know who he is?"

Master Du'e didn't even glance at him, saying, "I don't care who he is. How can I let someone who wants to take my life leave so easily?"

The guard chuckled, licked his lips, and said, "Master, don't think you're so great. You should know that there are always people more powerful than you, and there are always mountains beyond mountains. He is someone you can't afford to offend."

Master Du'e coldly laughed, "My status in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty isn't high, but I'm a frequent visitor to the imperial palace. His Majesty often summons me to the palace to instruct the Imperial Guards in staff fighting!"

"This monk also befriended many princes and nobles, and taught them martial arts."

While speaking, Master Du'e was quite pleased with himself.

In truth, he had disciples all over the capital, and these disciples were all either rich or noble.

Offending him is equivalent to offending most of the capital.

He didn't care who the other party was; if they wanted to take his life, they had to pay the price.

But little did anyone know, his words went in one ear and out the other to the guards.

The guards tried to offer some words of advice, but Wang Bao had already dismounted and appeared behind them, reaching out to shove open their heads.

"Get lost, why waste your breath on him!"

"Guards, fetch my longsword. I wish to spar with the sorcerer."

It wasn't over yet. Wang Bao pointed at Master Du'e and said arrogantly, "Master, don't say I'm bullying you. When we spar later, I'll give you a handicap."

Master Du'e, unsure of the other party's confidence, asked, "Who exactly are you? On New Year's Eve, you don armor and lead troops into the city. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the court?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bao didn't speak, but just laughed. The cavalrymen also laughed, completely disregarding Master Du'e's words.

Master Du'e was extremely puzzled and even more curious about Wang Bao's identity.

"A banner with the character '王' (king) on ​​it? Heavy cavalry, or perhaps a marquis!"

"In our Great Zhou Dynasty, there is only one family that meets all three criteria: the Wang family of Liangzhou, the maternal family of the current Crown Prince!"

"Could he be the Marquis of Guanwai?"

The onlookers were abuzz with discussion and guessed Wang Bao's identity.

Wang Bao made no attempt to hide it, openly admitting, "That's right, I am indeed Wang Bao, the Marquis of Liangzhou!"

Upon hearing this, the people lining both sides of the street looked at each other, then knelt down in unison to pay their respects.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Wang Bao waved his hand with a smile: "Rise, rise, I don't have that many rules."

The other party turned out to be Wang Bao, the Marquis of Guanwai.

Master Du'e and the group of martial monks stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

They had certainly heard of the name of Marquis Wang Bao from beyond the pass.

Because Wang Bao's ferocity was no less than that of General Wang Hu, the Great General of Zhenwu!

After Wang Hu finally left, Wang Bao arrived, and the capital city is no longer in a state of peace.

Soon, someone brought Wang Bao's long sword. Wang Bao pointed the sword at Master Du'e and said, "Come, Master, let's have a spar. Let me see how powerful the Buddhist Kingdom's techniques are."

Master Du'e immediately felt guilty. To put it bluntly, he was just an instructor with very little practical experience and was no match for Wang Bao.

Moreover, the other party is a marquis, someone he cannot afford to offend.

"Amitabha!"

Contrary to his usual behavior, Master Du'e clasped his hands together and bowed, saying:

"My lord, please wait! Tonight is New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion. It's not a good time to resort to violence, especially not in the street!"

"How about we find another day to spar and compete again?"

Wang Bao squinted: "Is the mage afraid?"

Master Du'e's eyes flickered, and he laughed awkwardly, "How could that be? In the Buddhist kingdom, there are two things that are most important: the Dharma and martial arts!"

"This humble monk is inferior to my fellow disciples in Buddhist teachings, but far surpasses them in martial arts. Let us choose another day for our sparring match!"

To convince Wang Bao, Master Du'e added at the end, "A monk does not lie."

Wang Bao then lowered his long sword. "That's more like it. Alright, I don't have time to waste here with you. I still need to report to the Crown Prince's residence."

Before mounting his horse, Wang Bao cupped his hands in greeting to everyone and said, "Dear fellow villagers, eat and drink well!"

After saying this, Wang Bao rode away...