Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

"Sister Ling'er is upstairs, Yunyao, Yunyan, and Yunyin are waiting for the young master, and I'm the gatekeeper, so I'm here!"

Hua Yunshuang said deliberately and pitifully.

"If you have become a janitor, then it's fine. This is a gift for you. Let's see if you like it!"

Lin Wuyou took a brocade box from Wen Chouchou's hand and handed it over.

Hua Yunshuang opened the box, and there were two pairs of delicate earrings.

They are all carved from white jade, with the word Frost on it, looming.

"Young master gave it to me. I naturally like it. Please come in. It's snowing outside!"

"Ok!"

Lin Wuyou nodded, and they walked into the Baihua Building together.

Hua Yunshuang beckoned people to close the gate and fasten the bar, as she was not going to entertain any guests.

At this time, several beauties walked down together, the leader was Hua Ling'er, who was dressed in red and full of joy.

0···For flowers··0

Lined up next to each other, there are green Hua Yunyan, light pink Hua Yunyao, and orange Hua Yunyin.

Several beauties stood together, as if a hundred flowers were in full bloom, it was dizzying to see.

"Eldest son!"

Several people saluted, and called out delicately.

That voice was so soft and waxy that Lin Wuyou's bones were going to crumble from hearing it.

"Come here, the young master has prepared gifts for you, and, to celebrate the new year tonight, we will have a reunion dinner together, and the young master will give you red envelopes!"

"Thank you, son!"

Several people shouted happily, and quickly ran over, surrounding Lin Wuyou in the middle.

Hua Ling'er naturally took Lin Wuyou's arm, as if she was the mistress of the house, and the other four followed behind, not daring to overstep.

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Nangong, Wen Chouchou, and Dong Tianbao followed closely behind and went upstairs to have a reunion dinner together.

The people were happy, and the palace was full of joy.

In the Golden Luan Hall, it was scorchingly hot at this time, and all Beijing officials above the fourth rank stayed here to spend the new year with the emperor.

The emperor sat at the head, and Cao Zhengchun waited on him on the left.

Although Cao Zhengchun was in charge of the East Factory, he was only a eunuch after all, and was not qualified to sit alone.

Arranged in turn, the first position on the left is Hua Taishi, and the following are the officials of the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Officials.

The first one on the right is Zhu Wushi, he is Uncle Wang and the owner of Hulong Villa, he is ranked first.

Other officials from the six departments of the imperial court, such as Qinglong and Lord Liu, sat down one by one.

Thirty-six women in palace costumes are dancing, and the sound of orchestral strings, silk and bamboo comes from behind the ministers.

"Come on, dear friends, I offer you a toast. Over the past year, all dear friends have worked so hard to assist me in governing the world. It's been very hard work. Drink this cup to the full!"

The emperor picked up the wine glass, looked at the officials, and said loudly.

All the officials got up, took a glass of wine in their hands, bowed to the emperor, and drank the wine in the glass.

With a loud sound, many dancers retreated like butterflies wearing flowers after dancing.

At this time, a little eunuch ran up from the side.

"Your Majesty, Master Zhuge Kongfang, the owner of the imperial dining room, has sent a 'full of gold and jade', congratulations to the emperor, and congratulations to Daming Jiangshan!"

"There will be another update tonight, big brothers, to be honest, it's not that the author doesn't want to add an update, but after returning to his hometown, there are too many things to do, and he is really too busy!" ! ! "talent.

Chapter 3 Twenty: The Returned Wine Fighting Monk from 'New Year's Eve'

Hearing this, the emperor's face suddenly changed.

Foyin next to him also shook his head with a wry smile.

Gong, Xi, Fa, and Cai at the four corners of the dragon chair looked at each other and shrugged.

When the ministers and officials heard the words Zhuge Kongfang, the corners of their eyes twitched slightly, even Cao Zhengchun did the same.

"pass!"

The emperor was helpless, sighed, and said slowly.

The little eunuch took the lead, turned around and ran to the door.

After a while, a tall and fat man, wearing a royal chef's uniform and a square hat, walked in with a tray.

On the tray is a bowl of rice, or a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

"My minister, Zhuge Kongfang, presents a gift to the Holy Majesty!"

"Aiqing is flat, go, serve it up!"

The emperor raised his hand at Zhuge Kongfang, and then looked helplessly at Foyin.

Foyin stepped forward quickly and sent "[-]" Jinyumantang to the emperor.

Looking at the steaming fried rice with eggs, the emperor thought silently.

Grandpa, why do you like to eat such salty things...

But no matter how unwilling he was, he still had to take a bite at this time.

Picking up the jade spoon that was placed aside, scooped up a little bit of rice and put it in his mouth.

The meal had just been eaten, and the emperor's face was distorted in a distorted manner.

Foyin looked at it and hurriedly brought up a cup of tea.

The emperor pretended to be calm and took a big sip of tea, which made him feel better.

"...Ahem, Zhuge Aiqing, today is New Year's Eve, you also stay with me to celebrate the New Year and watch singing and dancing."

The emperor followed his throat, coughed twice, looked at Zhuge Kongfang and smiled.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. I will also make a royal banquet for your lords. Then, your lords will have to take it home to share with their families. This is an annual rule!"

As soon as Zhuge Kongfang said this, the faces of the officials suddenly became ugly, as if they had eaten a dead toad.

The corners of the emperor's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't say anything at the moment, so he could only nod his head.

"Aiqing is working hard! Pay attention to your body, don't be too tired, some things should be left to young people!"

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

Zhuge Kongfang thought the emperor was caring about him.

When the emperor saw him, he rolled his eyes secretly, feeling quite helpless, he could only encourage a few words, and arranged for someone to take him down.

As soon as he left, the officials seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Everyone looked at each other and laughed tacitly.

The music and dance sounded again, and the trickster came in through the side door.

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On New Year's Eve, in the Shaolin Temple of Songshan Mountain, in the Sutra Pavilion, the rustling sound of sweeping the floor never stopped.

Even if today is New Year's Eve, for monks, any festival is false.

They only have Buddha in their hearts, and every day is an ordinary day.

The door of the Sutra Pavilion was pushed open without a sound, and the cold wind blew in, but the rustling of sweeping the floor also stopped.

"There is an elder who has been hit by Xuanming God's palm and is resting in the wing where the presiding officer is. You need to go."

After the floor sweeping monk finished speaking, he bent over and continued to sweep the floor.

Although the place is already clean, his broom still doesn't stop.

It seems that what was swept was not the ground in front of him, but his heart.

"Xuanming Divine Palm?"

In the darkness, a deep voice sounded, and there seemed to be some surprise in the voice.

The door was closed again, and the wind stopped.

But the rustling sound of sweeping the floor continued.

On the front mountain, in the wing room where the host is located, Fang Zheng sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, suppressing the cold air for Zen Master Kuzhi.

Pieces of ice had condensed on the cloud bed, Fang Zheng's hands were also frozen by the ice, and the monk's robe was covered with ice flakes.

Zen Master Kuzhi's face was blue and he looked very bad.

The outburst of Xuanming God's palm cold air is getting more and more severe, and the stronger the internal force, the more violent the outburst will be.

As long as the opponent is not Zhiyang's internal strength, he will be invaded by Xuanming cold energy.

Unless the skill is stronger than the two elders Xuanming and can force the cold back on the spot, only pure Yang internal energy can really save it.

"call!"

After half a sound, Fang Zheng suddenly let out a foul breath, opened his eyes, and withdrew his power, the ice flakes on his body were directly shattered, and the condensed ice on his hands was also shaken away.

Zen Master Kuzhi spat out a mouthful of blood, before it hit the ground, it turned into a piece of dark red ice.

"Hey, today is New Year's Eve. Why hasn't Master Douji's uncle come back yet? I'll ask him..."

Fang Zheng sighed, helped Zen Master Kuzhi to lie down, his eyes were full of worry.

Why hasn't Master Uncle come back yet?

But at this moment, with a 'creak', the door was suddenly pushed open, and a fat monk walked in.

He was wearing a gray cloth monk robe, an exaggerated yellow leather gourd, and a string of dirty rosary beads around his neck. He had a thick and short neck, a rosaceous nose, and an exaggerated belly 0... .

He doesn't look like a monk, but a butcher who eats meat and drinks wine.

"Uncle Master! It's good that you come back, Ku Zhi..."

"Needless to say, I already know, you just back away."

The wine monk waved his hand and said impatiently, interrupting Fang Zheng's words.

Fang Zheng was not annoyed, he saluted and stepped aside.

Jiujiu Monk looked down and frowned when he saw Zen Master Kuzhi's current appearance.

This cold poison invaded his lungs, if he came back a little later, he might be dead.

Zen Master Kuzhi does not have such a master as Zhang Sanfeng.

Picking up the wine gourd on his waist, he took a sip vigorously.

Then he suddenly opened his mouth and spat forward, and the wine immediately turned into flames, like a long red river.

The flame seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand. At this time, it spread out and hit the key point on Zen Master Kuzhi's body.

shhhhhh

A series of piercing sounds sounded, and a fire ignited on the body of the Bitter Wisdom Master, as if his whole body was set on fire.

Fang Zheng looked shocked, but he didn't step forward to interrupt. He knew that the monk fighting wine must have his means.

The fire burned his body, but Zen Master Kuzhi seemed unaware.

But the hands, feet, viscera, and between the brows, there were streams of cold air that were forced out.

The flame also began to change, turning into light blue.

About 3.0 After a quarter of an hour, Zen Master Kuzhi no longer had the chill forced out of his body, and the wine monk nodded in satisfaction.

Raising his hand, all the flames in front of him were extinguished, but there was no trace of burning on Zen Master Kuzhi's clothes or face.

Not only was there no trace of being burned, but the face became rosy.

The face was blue and purple before, and it looked like someone who had been frozen to death, but now it has returned to normal.

"Don't use force for the next three months, just let him take care of himself."