Cultivation Is Like This

  After some physical persuasion, although Zhao Yan still didn't believe it, he nodded and admitted his mistake due to the situation.

   It was his villain's heart that judged a gentleman's belly, and mistaken a gentleman for a villain.

   "Taihuohu, my suzerain knows your thoughts. If you don't believe it, you don't believe it. Even if you are beaten to death today, you only believe in your own reasoning." Lu Bei wiped the blood on his fist and shook his head to express his understanding.

  I don't have any stubborn opinions, so how can I get the Mahayana cultivation base.

  Zhao Yan also touched his nose, bruises and swollen face. While healed himself, he left the scar that Lu Bei gave him: "The state affairs are important, and they are related to Xuanlong's thousand-year-old foundation. Zhao can't help but trust others."

   Seeing this, Lu Bei rarely stopped to make sense, and did not insist on making the other party bow his head and admit his mistake.

  No way, he is too rare for white hair.

  Outside Gushan City, Zhao Fangce wanted to blow himself up and stick to the country. The souls of Zhao Jiaying are vivid in his mind, making him hate the old Zhu's family for not living up to expectations, and at the same time, he spoke highly of the Zhao family.

  Then there is Xuanlong's determination not to retreat one step in the **** battle against the monsters. No matter from which point of view, his contribution to the human race is indelible.

   Comparing his heart to his heart, Lu Bei is convinced that he is in Xuanlong's position, and he has already run away with oil on his feet.

  When the sky is falling, there is a tall man to hold it up. He loves whoever he loves, but he can't stand it anyway.

Lu Bei decided to give Zhao Yan another chance: "Some things, some people, it's not easy for my suzerain to say clearly. For the last time, my suzerain and Qinglong have a mediocre relationship. She is not worthy and has no right to order me. Now It is indeed to help Xuanlong."

"Humph!"

  Zhao Yan was also very stubborn, and gritted his teeth: "Since that's the case, Zhao also put down the words. If you misunderstand Sect Master Lu, I will give you my blind head."

   Lu Bei's eyes lit up: "How much can you sell senior's head for?"

  「.”

  Boom! !

  The void exploded for the third time, and Lu Beifeng walked out lightly, beside Zhao Yanye with a bruised nose and swollen face.

  Because Zhao Yanye's head is really valuable, Lu Bei decided to let him face up, lest the value of the goods depreciate before they are sold.

   "Senior is really powerful. My suzerain made a small victory today. It's a bit of a fluke to think about it. First of all, I thank senior for being merciful and not letting me make a fool of myself in public." Lu Bei praised.

   "Why did Sect Master Lu say this? It's just a discussion. You and I didn't go all out, so it can't be true." Zhao Yan also said in a low voice, and his words were a bit leaky.

   No, this is called being transparent.

  After a period of business bragging, Zhao Yan also said that old people are far less durable than young people, and they are going to be a step ahead.

   Didn't make it, and was stopped by Zhao Fangce.

  Zhao Yanye: "..."

  Smelly boy, do you know how much I was hurt by Uncle Zu, I was almost beaten to death by him on the spot!

  His body is clear to himself, and Zhao Yan also knows that he will soon be unable to hold on, but seeing Zhao Fangce's extremely serious face, he still decides to listen to what the emperor wants to say.

  At this time, Lu Bei had already pierced through the void and left, followed by Zhao Wuyou like a tail.

   "Does Fourth Uncle know King Zhaoqin Yan?"

   "Your Majesty, what do you call this? Mr. Zhao once met Jiang Suxin, how could he not know, that year."

  Zhao Yan also frowned, recalling the glorious past, and started the old man's chattering memory mode on the spot.

  …

  Maybe the injury is too serious, his memory mode is full of marquee style, and he still can't remember things, ambiguous, and added a little bit of self-beautification.

   Briefly, that year when the demon tribe was rampant, a great demon patriarch with the blood of emperors and eight kings went to the front line of Jingyue Kingdom, and the human monks walked into the arena of life and death. None of them survived. Zhao Yan also joined forces with Jiang Suxin to force the opponent back.

  Zhao Fangce: "..."

   Life and death arena one-on-one, why can you join forces with Jiang Suxin?

  Emperor Xuanlong was a man of few words and didn't like nonsense since he was a child. He didn't express his doubts, and quietly waited for Zhao Yanye's marquee to finish.

   "Unfortunately, Jiang Suxin has already left, and there is no such person in the world."

   Zhao Yan

   also sighed and said helplessly: "I heard something on the front line. The great master of swordsmanship, Tian Mingzi, recommended Jiang Suxin to fly up. The two of them competed in swordsmanship. Jiang Suxin had too many distracting thoughts and eventually lost."

   "There was Jiang Suxin before Zhaoqin, and Tianmingzi later, if I, Xuanlong, can do the same, how wonderful it would be!"

"Can."

"Um?"

  Zhao Yan also let out a little surprise, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, why do you say this? Don't tease me, the old man. Xuanlong's background is several times worse than that of Zhaoqin."

   "Fourth Uncle, Tian Mingzi is Lu Bei."

   A thunderous explosion rang in his ears, and Zhao Yan was also shaken, unconscious, unable to react from the impact for a long time.

   "Your Majesty, you..."

  「This statement is true!」

  「No wonder, no wonder...」

  Zhao Yan also touched the wound that had healed, and the immortal sword intent was still stinging. He murmured: "Grand Master of Sword Dao... Qinglong is not worthy... So that's the case, I misunderstood him."

   "Fourth Uncle, what are you talking about? Are you hiding something from Gu!" Zhao Fangce asked in a deep voice.

  「No, I advise Your Majesty not to worry too much!」

  Zhao Yan also had cold eyes and fluttering beard and hair.

  Zhao Fangce looked at each other without giving way, and protected his body with the aura of the golden dragon, he said in a steady voice: "I am the king of Xuanlong alone, you are just a subject, if you ask alone, you have to answer!"

  The atmosphere in the arena was dignified, and the tool men 31 and 36 were under immense pressure, with bleeding from their mouths and noses, still standing stubbornly beside Zhao Fangce.

   "Your Majesty..."

After all, the young man has better physical strength and sharper vision. Zhao Yan also voluntarily backed down, bowing his head and said, "It's not because I don't want to, but because I can't. Your Majesty already has Xuanlong on his shoulders. The guilty minister can't let His Majesty shoulder more burdens. Also please Your Majesty trust the guilty minister, don't ask any more questions."

  Zhao Fangce: "..."

  Looking at the uncle with white hair instead of silver hair, he let out a long sigh and let it go.

   "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

  Zhao Yan also wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said some compliments such as God Bestowed on the Emperor and Xuanlong Wuyou.

   After a while, I couldn't wait for the business exchange.

   "One more thing, since your Majesty stopped the guilty minister, it would be better to hit the day than to choose another day, and we will end it together today."

  Zhao Yan also pursed his lips: "Boldly ask, how much does Your Majesty think the criminal's head is worth?"

  When money was mentioned, Zhao Fangce immediately became vigilant: "The uncle of the clan speaks up when he has something to say, don't play dumb riddles with Gu."

   "The guilty minister made a bet with Sect Master Lu. If he misunderstood him, he will pay him this head. I just heard what your majesty said. I did misunderstand him, so your majesty"

  …

   "Xuanlong has no money!"

  Zhao Fangce was resolute, leaving no leeway.

  Your Majesty, I am your fourth uncle! "

   "So what if you don't have money, even if you don't have money, the fourth uncle is not short of a head."

  「.”

  Zhao Yanye: Tell Lu Bei this, see if he believes it or not.

   "However, although Xuanlong has no money, Xiongchu, Wu Zhou, and Qi Yan are very rich. Fourth Uncle, do you understand the meaning of loneliness?"

  Zhao Yan also suddenly realized that his scars doubled and his smile became more ferocious; "Your Majesty, today is no different from the past, Wu Zhou is not suitable... right?"

   "It makes sense, then Xiong Chu and Qi Yan."

  「Your Majesty is wise!」

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  「What are you doing here?」

  In the quiet room, Lu Bei looked at Zhao Wuyou, who followed him in and closed the door, tilted his head and said, "The suzerain said to close the door after you go out, do you understand?"

don't know!

  Zhao Wuyou shook his head, took a deep breath and came in front of Lu Bei, stood on tiptoe, kissed with trembling eyelashes.

  Lips and swords touched each other, and a wave of heat swept through her whole body, making her waist sore and legs numb.

  Lu Bei raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, blinked, and looked at the near

  The charming face who is close at hand, secretly thinks that it is indeed him, her whole body is full of sweetness, and the back of her hands are fragrant.

   Otherwise, Baimao wouldn't kiss so selflessly. After a long while, Zhao Wuyou covered his face with his hands, and sat slumped in the corner of the couch, with a gray and white face that had been spoiled.

   Knowing that all the kisses she summoned up courage were dedicated to the back of Lu Bei's hand, she now looks like she is indifferent to the world.

  Lu Bei otherwise, the laughter never stopped, brushing a lock of silver hair around Zhao Wuyou's ear, blowing the wind: "Sister Wuyou, do you have a mission tonight?

  Zhao Wuyou was probably broken, and with a sudden heart attack, he pushed Lu Bei down on the couch, turned over and rode on it.

Snapped!

   In a flash, he was pressed again.

   Lu Bei pinched soft catkins against his back, and grabbed Zhao Wuyou so that he couldn't move. Seeing Wu Zi's writhing little butt, he slapped it with his backhand without even thinking about it.

   There was a crisp sound, followed by a trembling hum, which made Lu Bei's scalp tingle, and a wave of evil fire surged up, and he almost couldn't control himself.

   "Sorry, I'm a little bit stronger, let me show you."

  Lu Bei opened his mouth and just... think about it or forget it, raised his hand to close it, and rubbed the bruised face the size of a palm print.

   This healing is like a cup of tea.

   Seeing that the area of ​​the wound was getting bigger and bigger, and had spread to his chest, Lu Bei stopped the damage in time and stopped the failed treatment.

  Sitting on the couch, Zhao Wuyou was limp and boneless, his eyes were blurred and he gasped for breath, he felt cloudy and foggy, and he didn't know where his soul was.

  Lu Bei patted his face, pressed his shoulders and shook it several times before he called his soul back, looked at Zhao Wuyou who was blushing and lowered his head, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, weren't you very brave just now?"

  「.”

  Zhao Wuyou was restless on the couch, and it was extremely uncomfortable to change several positions. Finally, he put his legs together and knelt in front of Lu Bei to feel better.

   "Generally, the suzerain has already guessed that Emperor Xuanlong has a heart, but the suzerain wants to be alone tonight, so I won't entertain you, sister." Lu Bei raised his finger at the door, ready to see off the guests.

  Zhao Wuyou shook his head repeatedly, glanced at Lu Bei, and quickly lowered his voice, murmuring a few words in a mosquito voice.

The voice was too low, but Lu Bei still heard it. He raised his hand and pressed Baimao's head and rubbed it; "It's okay, I won't change people, how can others have fun with you, tell Emperor Xuanlong, if he dares to change people, my suzerain Dare to go to Xiongchu to help carry on the family line.”

  「Then, then tonight...」

   "Okay, who will let the suzerain have a good heart, help people to the end, you can sleep here tonight, remember to be quiet, don't snore."

  Lu Bei nodded with a smile, picked up the futon on the couch, and threw it directly on the ground.

  Zhao Wuyou's eyelids twitched, and he walked off the couch in a very polite manner, but suddenly his shoulders tightened, and he was pushed back to his original position in a daze.

  Lu Bei strayed past, sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and said nothing.

  「Lu…」

   "Shut up."

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  Cultivation is like this