Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

"shut up!"

In the Tubo Mission, the able-bodied man at the head snapped: "Mu Chi, you are drunk and dare to talk nonsense, why don't you apologize to His Majesty?"

The bearded man named Mu Chi seemed to be really drunk, and he cursed at his superior: "Damn, Gongpo, don't put on airs here, isn't it just because of Zanpu's value, otherwise you A pariah deserves to command me?"

"If you don't let me say it, I will say it!"

Relying on the strength of the wine, Mu Chi said loudly: "Maha is so powerful, so even if Master Li borrowed someone else's strength to defeat him, his vitality would be severely injured at this moment, and he is definitely not Maha's enemy!"

"Since this is the case, why don't you let him tell the master about Maha's whereabouts, so that the master can take care of Maha himself, which can be regarded as revenge for Master Huikun!"

Hearing the name Huikun, the eyes of the young monk fluctuated slightly.

Huikun was his master. He died of depression after being defeated by Maha. He often looked towards the direction of the Western Regions and sighed. Be sure to beat Maha!

Gonpo, the leader of the embassy with a capable temperament, pointed at Mu Chi and said angrily: "Bastard, Li Zhenren is a young hero of the Tang Dynasty, how can you allow you to slander him here?"

Mu Chi raised his wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and said with a sneer, "Hero? How can there be a hero in this world who hides secretly and dare not see others? If he is a hero of the Tang Dynasty, then I, Mu Chi, will still be our Tubo hero!"

Gonpo sighed, and pleaded guilty to Li Shimin, "Mu Chi is drunk and talking nonsense, and he still hopes that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty will make amends!"

Li Shimin looked at him coldly, his sharp eyes seemed to see through his heart, making his heart tremble, and his eyes lowered even more.

Li Shimin sneered in his heart, that man was not drunk, these two people were acting for him.

A chill flashed in his eyes, and he was about to say something, when suddenly Namuchi yelled, his voice was full of fear, as if he had seen something very frightening.

"Snake, there is a snake!"

Mu Chi threw down the wine glass, strangled his throat with one hand, and reached into his mouth with the other hand, as if trying to pull out something, his body kept struggling, and a stinky smell emerged, whether he was suffocated or frightened Yep, he actually wet his pants in public.

Many people covered their noses, and the Tubo envoys were also ashamed.

The young monk seemed to have sensed something. He had a majestic appearance, and he spit out a Sanskrit sound, like the sound of a temple bell, which was deafening.

Mu Chi was shocked, his eyes gradually recovered, but he still touched his neck with lingering fear.

"I... I just saw a giant snake in the wine glass, and I drank it into my stomach..."

As he was talking, Mu Chi couldn't continue talking, after all, what he said was too ridiculous.

At this time, a voice sounded, like the sound of a jade flute, clear and extraordinary.

"Interesting, it turns out that your Tubo heroes are scared to death by a few poisonous snakes that don't even exist. It's really an eye-opener for the poor!"

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a handsome young Taoist priest with an extraordinary bearing coming towards him.

He is dressed in white with a gold belt, and has a slender figure. His long jet-black hair is casually tied with a wooden hairpin, his eyes are black and white, his nose is thin and his lips are straight, his eyebrows are like swords, and he holds a unicorn whisk.

The moment he saw the Taoist in white, the chill in Li Shimin's eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared.

Mu Chi was both ashamed and angry, and said: "Who are you, you dare to make noise here?"

Li Daoxuan didn't answer him immediately, but bowed to Li Shimin first, and then sat down swaggeringly. The Empress in Tsing Yi silently followed behind him, without saying a word, just watching quietly.

"Little Taoist priest, let me ask you something!"

Mu Chi slapped the table and said angrily.

Li Daoxuan didn't even look at him, but took a pear from the table, stretched out his hand, the Juque Sword was already in his palm, only four inches in size, without any brilliance, it looked like a small dark kitchen knife.

The Juque Sword has the ability to be as big or small as you want, although it is not as exaggerated as the Golden Cudgel, but it already has a trace of charm.

While peeling the pear, he said calmly: "Pindao doesn't want to talk to the hero who peed his pants."

"you--"

Mu Chi wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard an incomparably majestic cold snort.

Li Shimin stared at him, the majesty of the emperor was like thunder, and the surrounding air seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

"You begged repeatedly, saying that you wanted to see Daoist Taichong, but when he came in front of you, he was blind. It's really ridiculous."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and their eyes were horrified.

They knew that Li Zhenren was not very old, but they didn't expect him to be so young. From this appearance, he was probably just in his early twenties...

The most important thing is that in their imagination, Li Daoxuan just finished the battle with the evil Buddha, even if he won by chance, he should have suffered serious injuries, why is he so radiant now, almost radiant.

Among the Tubo envoys, only the young monk did not show any surprise, he just took a deep look at Li Daoxuan, the spirit pattern in the center of his brow shone slightly, and he could already see the depth of Li Daoxuan.

Yinshen late stage!

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes looking at Li Daoxuan returned to calm.

At this moment, Li Shimin looked at Gong Po, the leader of the mission, and said coldly: "In Anren Palace, how can you allow wild people to be unrestrained. Since you can't discipline your subordinates well, then I will discipline them for you."

"Drag it out, and you will be punished with a stick."

"promise!"

Lieutenant Wang Bo of the White Tiger School had long been displeased with that man, and now following Li Shimin's order, he immediately walked over, lifted Mu Chi up with his big palm-like hand, and walked out of the palace.

Mu Chi struggled to beg for mercy, the eighty sticks were not so pleasant, maybe even his life would be taken.

In a panic, he looked at Gonpo and said loudly, "Gonbu, you asked me to act with you. Didn't you say that the Emperor of Tang would maintain the covenant with us and dare not do anything to me?"

As soon as this remark came out, Gong Po felt his face flushed, and he lowered his head, not daring to look into Li Shimin's eyes.

"Gonpo, it seems that your subordinate is really drunk."

Li Shimin's eyes were deep, and there was a turbulence in his flat voice.

Gonpo was taken aback, feeling a sense of fear in a trance, only felt that the young emperor in front of him was really unfathomable, and all his scheming and means could not be hidden from the other party's eyes.

Like a jumping clown.

"Guru save me, Guru save me!"

Mu Chi has been dragged outside the hall, and his voice is getting farther and farther away.

At this time, the young monk seemed to be unable to bear it, and wanted to save him, but just as he raised his head, he met a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss, as if stars were orbiting, and the sun and the moon were hiding.

Those were Lee Do Hyun's eyes.

Fan Seng was startled, and felt that Li Zhenren, who he could see through just now, had become unfathomable at this moment, as if everything he observed before was intentionally guided by the other party.

Even when he looked at Li Daoxuan, his sense of crisis emerged in his spiritual sense, which made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

With his xinxing cultivation base, he could sit upright in a pit of flames and settle down peacefully, but at this moment, just because of a staring at each other, it was like a cold glow on his back, and his mood fluctuated.

After pondering for a while, the fan monk still didn't make a move in the end. Mu Chi's screams came from outside the hall. At first, he was hoarse, but the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally he seemed to pass out, leaving only the sound of the wooden stick hitting the flesh The sound was like the sound of dull drums.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, the vicissitudes in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and quietly put away the great supernatural power of changing stars and changing battles.

He lowered his head and continued to peel the pears with the Juque Sword. When the last trace of pear skin was peeled off, under the sun, the pear flesh was as white as jade, moist and juicy.

Li Daoxuan handed the peeled pear to the taciturn maid behind him.

"Qing Ni, try whether it's sweet or not."