The indescribable Taoist Lord

On this day, two guests came to the palace in Chang'an City.

"Hey, hello two old friends."

Zhang Qinghe saw the two Qinglins wave their hands slightly, and the two beasts stared at them in confusion.

The demon clan was able to refine Heng Gu in the Middle Third Realm, and their minds were as smart as ordinary people's. Moreover, their bloodline was magical, so they naturally remembered Zhang Qinghe.

But the two abyss-like beasts still stood guard in front of the house like stone sculptures, paying no attention to them. Instead, they roared a few times as a warning.

But with just half a step, you actually want to provoke them?

Zhang Qinghe no longer felt the fear he had when he came to deliver the jade altar. Instead, he took a step closer, and an aura spread out as if endless monsters had fallen from his hands. Two mysterious monsters were comparable to the monks of the third realm. His eyes as big as lanterns were full of shock and fear, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground.

It’s no wonder they were there. Their aura was like that of a war fairy slaying demons. Ordinary people couldn’t feel the killing god in the sea of ​​blood, but these two strange beasts felt it was real. There was even a faint hint of the demon king in that killing aura. wailing...

"Woooo..."

The two beasts trembled uncontrollably, their forelimbs clawed at the ground and managed to take a few steps back. The shackles and iron chains made a dull sound as they dragged on the ground.

"Sir, the behavior of Qinglin in front of the prince's house is just like the yellow dog in my hometown!"

Guo Sicheng said at the right time.

"Haha, Lao Guo, you have been away from home for a hundred years. If that yellow dog was still alive when you got home, I'm afraid he would have turned into a monster long ago."

Zhang Qinghe also wanted to test the effectiveness of Wenchang Xingjun's Taoist text and whether it stabilized Guo Sicheng's thoughts.

"Also... I don't know when Sicheng will return home. He has been in Zhen'an for more than a hundred years, and was directly transferred to Chang'an by the king to follow the young master. He has never returned to Tongguan to take a look.

But fortunately, it is very close to Chang'an. If I have some free time here, I can easily go back to my hometown to see her. "

Guo Sicheng was quite emotional.

High, really high...

Awesome, really awesome...

Li Tuizhi's use of Zhang Buqi's talisman array to deceive Li Ping'an's soul was still a bit unfamiliar. Wenchang Xingjun Zhao's dead man deceived Guo Sicheng into this, even if the people in the Heavenly Palace always manipulated the soul. Well-known, it's too scary.

"I'm afraid you'll be very busy next. I have to do something big recently, so I won't have time to spare. When you're done with this period, I'll allow you to go back to your hometown to visit your relatives."

Zhang Qinghe smiled. He knew that Wenchang must be targeting the mountain when he sent people here. Now that everyone has the same purpose, he can't let this treasure go.

"Of course everything is based on the son's affairs."

Guo Sicheng didn't ask what it was about or when it would end. After spending most of his life in Zhen'an, what he was most accustomed to was the sound of horn drums and the military orders of superior officers.

Instinctively executing and obeying one's self is the quality of a veteran.

As the two of them spoke, they were led to Prince Zhenan's Mansion.

"Lao Guo, please wait in the side hall first. After I finish discussing things with Ping An, you can have a good time with Ping An to catch up on old times."

"Okay! By the way, I even took care of the young master when he was in his prime!"

Guo Sicheng smiled honestly, but there was hope in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Shaolang has arrived."

The waiter brought Zhang Qinghe to the hall and served him a cup of spiritual tea. He was as respectful to Zhang Qinghe as Li Ping'an, the real heir apparent. He had obviously been ordered by the master.

"Brother Zhang! Please come quickly!"

Li Ping'an received Zhang Qinghe's summons early today. Instead of going out to pretend to fight dogs and walk birds, he was waiting all day long.

Secondly, he has an unusual sense of closeness to Zhang Qinghe. Secondly, Zhang Qinghe is the next generation of Chang'an School to travel around the world. Secondly, the most important thing is that in more than ten years, Zhang Qinghe is his first real person. Among those who wanted to be friends, no one remained close to Li Tuizhi despite his coercion.

Seeing Zhang Qinghe enter the hall, he smiled happily and said -

"This spiritual tea is completely useless to me, it's just a cow chewing peony. However, Brother Zhang seemed to be a little short of energy and blood before he went to Zhen'an. It should be suitable for use. If Brother Zhang feels that it is enough, he will get a few kilograms from his house.

The servants at home are not willing to let me have access to these good things, but they must be happy to give them to you. "

Zhang Qinghe carefully observed Li Ping'an's face, which was full of sincerity. At least there was no jealousy or resentment towards him.

Zhang Qinghe organized his thoughts and his expression gradually became solemn.

"How is Zhen'an's experience? I heard that Brother Zhang came out on top, but... please be careful... my father..."

Li Ping'an said vigilantly.

"He's never been so into someone."

Zhang Qinghe tried his best to smile, signaled Li Ping'an to retreat everyone in the mansion, and used Daoist texts to set up a barrier to hide the secrets.

"Brother Zhang, is this...?"

Although Li Ping'an was confused, he didn't panic too much. He knew that Zhang Qinghe had something important to tell him in detail.

"Two pieces of news...one good and one bad."

"I don't know what to explain?"

"First, the old prince only has ten years left."

"Second, I can help you practice."

Zhang Qinghe stared at Li Ping'an carefully, and when he saw that he heard that Li Tuizhi's life span was only ten years away, there was no sadness in his eyes, but a mixture of surprise, resentment, and joy, and he sighed deeply secretly.

"Brother Zhang...Brother Zhang, please don't lie to me?! That man, that man is clearly in the prime of his life. Besides, he is still a monster. Who knows how long he can live!"

"Also, how dare Brother Zhang take such a risk?!"

"I have my own way. Peace of mind. There is no risk."

Li Ping'an trembled all over, and there seemed to be some emotion struggling in his soul, but it was firmly sealed by Daowen's prohibition, and finally fell into silence.

So this trembling was purely out of joy and excitement.

Seeing such false indifference, Zhang Qinghe suddenly felt a little tired and didn't want to say any more.

But then he saw Li Ping'an, who was lowering his head and trembling, slowly raising his head, rubbing his throat. The well-dressed and well-fed young master looked extremely embarrassed at the moment——

"Regardless of whether what Brother Zhang said is true or false, isn't it all good news? Why are one good and one bad...

Why...am I crying? "

Two lines of clear tears flowed down from the handsome face of this mortal prince, and gradually unstoppable emotions from the heart began to flow. They did not come from the depths of the soul, but rather from the blood, no matter what It has been tampered with beyond recognition and there is no way to change it.

"Brother Zhang, I'm so happy! I can finally practice!"

"I can practice now!"

"I can practice now!"

Zhang Qinghe saw that the young man was constantly lying to him, and he tried his best to put on a cheerful smile on his face. He was unwilling to admit the emotions in his heart, and wanted to attribute his tears to joy.