Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 58 The Gathering of the Four Giants

Song Qingshu's heart moved, and when he looked downstairs, he saw two men and two women walking in. A monk of about fifty years old, with commoner shoes, seemed to have bright light flowing on his face, and he looked like a super master.

Another young man, who looked like a family prince, had a crown of jade and a gentle temperament. He was looking at the side face of the girl in red-colored clothes next to him with an expression on his face.

The girl frowned lightly, with a cowardly look, it was Wang Yuyan who had a fate at Manduo Mountain Villa that day.

Not far away from them, a girl in black clasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and followed him unhurriedly. It was Mu Wanqing from Huashan before.

"Mohakakara, take the pure and perfect ring as the oath. Why should Ming Wang be angry with a little girl, why not come up and have a glass of water and wine?" Song Qingshu's previous life often encountered arty business partners who believed in Buddhism. I have studied some Buddhist knowledge with a little effort, so I can tell the origin of King Dalun Ming in just one word.

Mohakakra is the transliteration of the Sanskrit of King Dalun Ming. Kumazhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan would recognize him at a glance. When he looked up, he was just a teenager. Under doubt, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu, behind him When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, there was a hint of joy in her eyes, and soon she didn't know what to think of again, her expression darkened, and her expression complicated to follow.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beautiful woman come from? If this beautiful woman was given to me as a wife, the little emperor would not switch positions with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, live to death, go to heaven and earth, shooting guns and arrows. No matter what, you have to marry this girl as your wife!" As soon as Wang Yuyan went upstairs, Wei Xiaobao was hit **** the chest by an invisible heavy hammer. He was dry and stunned for a moment.

A man's instinct made Duan Yu immediately realize the covetous meaning in Wei Xiaobao's eyes, and could not help but subconsciously block Wang Yuyan, blocking the other's hot sight.

Noting his behavior, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart, and sat down next to Song Qingshu in a fit of anger.

"Farewell to Huashan, I didn't expect that we would meet so soon." Song Qingshu turned and looked at Mu Wanqing. The beauty of the lady was not diminished, except that Qingli's face was a little more exhausted.

"Mei Wan, does this son know you?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed a little unusual. Although Mu Wanqing is now his own sister, she still feels uncomfortable in her heart.

"He is my husband!" Mu Wanqing was shocked when she said this.

It turned out that my love brother became a real brother, and Mu Wanqing’s heart and heart were broken. When I heard that Duan Yu was captured by Ku Mazhi in Huashan, he hurried to rescue him. How could I know that the former lover was so fast that he was thinking about it? Arrived on that girl Wang.

Duan Yu’s transfer of love and fastness of love made Mu Wanqing feel chilled along the way. At this time, seeing Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a little warmth in her heart. Of course, this sentence was more deliberately spoken to Duan Yu and angered him. of.

Was blocked just now, only then did Wei Xiaobao have a chance to meet the four giants in Chapter 58

I looked at Mu Wanqing, and when I saw it, I couldn’t help but start to compare the two women back and forth. He couldn’t help but praise Xuanzhen, "Big Brother Song, my sister-in-law is really beautiful!" Brother talks about loyalty, if she is not the eldest brother's woman, she looks so beautiful, she has to get her for whatever she says.

Kumazhi has no time to watch a group of obsessive men and women vying for the wind and being jealous, with his palms folded together: "I don't know what this son has insights?"

"The King Ming used his ‘flaming knife’ stunt to wipe out the black religion in Tubo, and he was shocking the West. What’s more rare is that he has great wisdom, is proficient in Buddhism, and is a man who has been fascinated for a long time.

Kuma has a brilliant face. If this young man just praised his martial arts, he would not feel anything. After all, there are not many people who have seen him shoot in the Central Plains Martial Arts. He praised his martial arts for most of his three points; but the other party seems to be his own. Buddhism is even more respected, but this cannot be faked.

Wang Yuyan only saw Song Qingshu, her eyes lit up, and she happily asked: "Song son, your injuries have been healed?"

"Thank you Miss Wang for pointing that day, she has recovered in the lower meridian." Song Qingshu smiled kindly at her.

"So you know each other." Kumazhi snorted coldly, but was not worried. Among the people in the audience, the braided person cannot know martial arts at first glance. The woman standing behind him has limited martial arts, and Mu Wanqing is not in his eyes. The young man opposite is probably a bit tricky, but considering him A young man with a weak crown, no matter how high his martial arts can go.

"Song once received great favor from the Wang girl. Now that she saw her suffering today, although he thought of the low martial arts, he has no reason to stand by. If there is any offense, I hope that the Ming Wang will forgive the sin." Song Qingshu is not true. He wanted to fight him, only to take the opportunity to let Wei Xiaobao see the martial arts of Ku Mazhi, only to realize that what he had said before was true, and by the way, he returned Wang Yuyan's favor, so why not do it.

"Song's son Fengshen is handsome, but he has the style of ancient righteous men, and the poor monk admires it. It's a pity that the poor monk needs to ask the girl Wang for something important, so I have to offend it." Kumozhi talked elegantly, as if he was a Taoist monk. .

"Brother Wei, this is the master I mentioned to you before. Take a closer look. You will be up to you later to convince him to join." Song Qingshu said softly in Wei Xiaobao's ear before standing up.

Not to mention that when the two confronted each other, their clothes were unwind, and the situation was on the verge. Somewhere a thousand miles away, there was a major event that affected the life and death of Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao.

Deep in the mountains of Shandong, the chief coach of the Golden Snake Camp, Yuan Chengzhi looked at the three people in the camp as if facing the enemy: "Everyone is gathered at the Golden Snake Camp this time.

It’s no wonder that he was nervous. The opposite person was the leader of Liaodong Shenlong Sect, the other was the master of the Qinghai Bloodblade Sect, and the other was Sang Jie, the first master of Shingon Sect, one of the four major sects of Tantric Buddhism. All of them are first-class martial arts masters. , Although they were as early as the fifty-eighth chapter of the gathering of the four giants

I had already written the greeting in advance, and it seemed that there was no malicious intent, but the three of them came together to make Yuan Chengzhi vigilant.

"Why should the Golden Snake King be so defensive against me? Now we have a common enemy. We are enemies and not friends." Master Sang Jie was white and fat, and he always smiled with the illusion that he didn't laugh.

"Please forgive Yuan for his ignorance, I don't understand your meaning." Yuan Chengzhi said calmly with a move in his heart.

"Why should the Golden Snake King pretend to be confused," Shenlong leader Hong Antong said solemnly, "We are here for Wei Xiaobao. I heard that Wei Xiaobao's southward alliance is false, and it is true to deal with your Excellency."

"Originally dealing with a Wei Xiaobao, it doesn't take us so many masters together," the blood knife ancestor suddenly said, "the ancestor I could have won Wei Xiaobao's life soon, but I didn't know that a young martial artist suddenly appeared next to him. People, hey," the ancestor of the blood knife looked around for a week and said with a smile, "From my point of view, you are alone. I am afraid that none of you here is the opponent of that young man, so I rushed around and wanted to work with everyone..." Fifth Chapter Nineteen Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we don’t hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia, Alibu, the prince, and his elder is close to the Manqing. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but in his heart he secretly calculated the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame knife vs. the wooden sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we don’t hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia, Alibu, the prince, and his elder is close to the Manqing. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but in his heart he secretly calculated the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame knife vs. the wooden sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we do not hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but in his heart he secretly calculated the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame knife vs. the wooden sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we do not hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but in his heart he secretly calculated the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame knife vs. the wooden sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we do not hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but in his heart he secretly calculated the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame knife vs. the wooden sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we do not hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man..."

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but secretly calculated in his heart