Bishop's Retirement

Chapter 842? ? ?

At the same time, in a huge house in the capital.

An old man and a young man are sitting in the study room, playing chess.

The old man was dressed in a black monk robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a hale and hearty spirit.

From time to time, his eyes burst into bright lights, as if he was thinking about something.

This old man is no one else.

It was the monk Yongjue who came to the Central Plains to study Buddhism with Liu Shengzongjing.

hiss!
At this time, Monk Yongjue took a deep breath.

He held the white pieces in his hand and slowly landed on the corner of the chessboard.

At the right time, a set of demon swords of Muramasa appeared in front of his eyes.

"The master's chess skills are superb, really powerful..."

Seeing Monk Yongjue drop Baizi, a young man in brocade clothes in front of him said, "This demon sword is really treacherous and unpredictable..."

This young man is tall and straight, with a handsome face and an extraordinary bearing.

At this time, he was looking at Monk Yongjue and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness is overrated..."

Hearing the young man's words, Monk Yongjue smiled and said, "Your Highness has quick thinking and superb chess skills..."

"If His Highness hadn't been so pressing, the poor monk wouldn't have used this demon sword style..."

While speaking, Monk Yongjue picked up the teacup beside him.

He took a shallow sip of tea and continued: "Your Highness, why haven't you seen Prince Yu recently?"

"I have heard for a long time that Prince Yu has a wide range of knowledge, from ancient to modern times, and is familiar with my Dongying customs. The old monk has been fascinated for a long time, but he has never seen it..."

Speaking of this, Monk Yongjue had a trace of doubt on his face.

"Master, you just knocked me down..."

Hearing the monk Yongjue's question, the young man shook his head, and said, "Father has always been a dragon, and even I don't know his whereabouts..."

"You and I should concentrate on the game of chess. When my father is free someday, I will definitely recommend it to the master!"

Said the young man smiled slightly.

He picked up a sunspot and was about to drop it.

But at this moment, the young man's expression was in a trance.

At the same time, a sharp pain came from his heart.

With the feeling of pain, the young man's arm trembled, and the sunspot fell directly on the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

"His Royal Highness..."

Seeing the young man like this, Monk Yongjue quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah, it's okay..."

Hearing this, the young man shook his head and said, "Maybe I'm a little tired, but I'm in a trance for a while..."

"Amitabha…"

Seeing this, Monk Yongjue softly called out the Buddha's name, and said: "In this case, today's game of chess will end here, and the old monk will not bother the prince to rest..."

"Wait until tomorrow the prince rests properly, you and I will continue today's endgame..."

After speaking, Monk Yongjue slowly got up, ready to leave.

"Master is really understanding..."

Hearing the words of Monk Yongjue, the young man said, "If that's the case, then tomorrow I will have a good fight with Master."

As soon as the words came out, Monk Yongjue nodded and walked out of the house slowly.

After watching Monk Yongjue leave, the smile on the young man's face gradually faded.

"Come on!"

At this time, he opened his mouth and called out.

"Little Lord…"

Following his words, a man in embroidered clothes quietly appeared beside him, and asked, "What's your order?"

"Where did the father go?"

At this time, the young man said in a deep voice, with a trace of uneasiness in his brows.

"Where is the whereabouts of the prince, the subordinates dare not ask..."

The man responded to the youth's words.

"Check it out for me..."

At this time, the young man's voice carried a hint of determination: "I've been feeling uneasy since just now..."

"Send people quickly to find out the whereabouts of the father..."

As he spoke, the young man waved his arm.

call out!
With a soft sound, something flew directly towards the man.

Taking it in his hand, he saw that it was a warrant.

"Yes!"

Seeing the warrant in his hand, the man nodded in agreement, appearing quite respectful.

"Go..."

The young man waved his palm and said lightly.

Whoosh!
Following the youth's words, the man's body flashed and disappeared immediately.

"Father..."

After the man left, the young man looked up at the sky, wanting to say something.

But halfway through the conversation he closed his mouth again.

Then he shook his head and walked into the next room.

……

Jinling City.

A figure volleyed through the void and climbed over the city wall.

He flew lightly, like walking on flat ground, and galloped towards the city.

As the saying goes, "bow your body to determine the charm of the universe, and rely on the emptiness to control the wind and step on the sky".

This person is no one else, it is undoubtedly Wang Ye.

Although he killed the man, it is not the time to relax now.

All the people in Jinxiu Village fainted from the Wanmiao Sangong smoke.

If they are not treated, they will eventually turn into puddles of pus and blood after seven days and die on the spot!
With this in mind, Wang Ye was a little faster.

But in the blink of an eye, they came to Jinxiu Manor.

However, the moment he fell, the whole person was dumbfounded.

Because he was seeing Dr. Zhu sitting alone in the banquet, chewing and chewing.

What kind of elbow sauce meat is eaten and taken, and the mouth is full of oil.

At first glance, it looks very low-key.

???

Seeing this, Wang Ye couldn't help being dumbfounded.

What's happening here?
Didn't everyone present have been overwhelmed by the Wan Miao San Gong smoke medicine?
How can this Zhu old miscellaneous hair still chew on it here?

Thinking of this, he looked at Doctor Zhu and said, "Old Zhu, are you alright?"

"Do you think something is wrong with me?"

Hearing this, Dr. Zhu glanced at Wang Ye, and said, "I was born in the Valley of Medicine Kings, what strange poison and evil medicine have I never seen?"

"It's just Wanmiao Sangong smoke, can it hurt me?"

As he spoke, Dr. Zhu picked up a chopstick of sauced meat.

I'm so...

Hearing this, Wang Ye cursed inwardly.

What day is it, this old bastard still wants to eat? !
At the same time, he said, "I can't hurt you, and you fainted just now?"

Inside the words, Wang Ye's eyes widened.

"If I don't faint, don't I have to fight the enemy with you?"

Hearing Wang Ye's question, Dr. Zhu shrugged his shoulders: "I'm old, my arms and legs are loose, so I shouldn't do anything..."

"So lying down and pretending to be dead, isn't it normal?"

Speaking of this, Dr. Zhu had a look of surprise.

"Then you fucking don't save people!?"

At this time, Wang Ye continued to ask: "Still eating and drinking here?"

"Aren't you afraid they will be poisoned to death?"

"No—afraid—"

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Dr. Zhu waved his hand and said, "It takes seven days for Wanmiao Sangong to be poisoned to death..."

"It's the same when I'm full to save people..."

"Otherwise, let alone other people, this old bastard will have to compete with me for elbows when he wakes up!"

As he spoke, Dr. Zhu pointed to Li Sanduo who was beside him, his face was full of complacency.

good guy...

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was completely speechless.

Old Miscellaneous Zhu is indeed Old Miscellaneous Zhu...

People are old and thick-skinned.

The most important thing is that this grandson is still so shameless, it's amazing...

(End of this chapter)