The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Seeing the appearance of the maid, Li Kuan knew something was wrong, and said coldly.

"Tell me! What happened to Nanping!"

The two were crying.

"His Royal Highness sneaked out three days ago and said she wanted to find His Royal Highness!"

Li Kuan's pupils shrank.

Nan Ping actually went out to find him, and Li Kuan couldn't help marveling at Nan Ping's courage.

Staring coldly at the maid, Li Kuan said coldly.

"You better pray that I can find Nanping before my father knows about it."

The two maids cried even more terribly, firstly because of Li Kuansen's cold aura, and secondly because if Li Shimin knew about this, with the emperor's character, they would definitely lose their heads and even implicate their clansmen.

If the princess is missing, concealing such a big event is one crime, but if the caretaker fails to let the princess escape, it is a second crime.

Ignoring the two distraught maids, Li Kuan walked outside the palace.

He wanted to ask Murong Yue for divination to see the result. The Taoist stargazing technique does have the effect of deducing whereabouts through the horoscope of birth and date.

Not long after Li Kuan left the palace.

Angry shouts came from a dilapidated temple thousands of miles away.

"This princess won't eat your food!"

"I am the princess of the Tang Dynasty. When the second brother comes back, I will definitely kill you without a burial place!"

In the temple, Nanping looked at the holy woman in front of him.

The woman's body smelled like medicine, and she was wearing Buddhist fasting clothes. It was obviously a compassionate face to save all living beings, but Nanping felt a vicious meaning from her.

This woman is Gandharva, one of the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism, who is proficient in medicine and poison.

Gandapo laughed.

"Your Highness, your second brother Li Kuan is indeed powerful, but if you die of starvation in this place, no one collects the corpse in the wilderness, and the death condition is extremely miserable, it will dishonor your status as a princess."

"What's more, it's hidden here, whether Li Kuan can find you is still up to you."

After speaking, Gandharva went out.

The wooden door was closed, Princess Nanping thought for a while, looked at the food that even the servants in the palace would not eat, and stretched out her hand aggrieved.

She wants to live, and only if she is alive can she see Li Kuan.

Li Kuan left Chang'an City and did not return for a long time, and he did not reply to his letters. Nanping was worried, so he sneaked out of the palace gate.

Unexpectedly, instead of finding Li Kuan, he was caught by Gandapo, and he was taken from Chang'an City to this windy and sandy place.

Gandharva walked out of the door, and a slightly thin man with a gloomy and vicious face stood in front of her.

This is Yaksha.

Yasha said with a grim face.

"Li Shimin's daughter is a good thing. If you offer it to the Buddha, the Buddha must like it very much."

There was a hint of greed in Yasha's eyes as he spoke.

Babu Tianlong doesn't have to abide by the rules and regulations, Yasha is cruel, likes to torture, and loves young and beautiful women the most.

The so-called dedication to the Buddha is to torture to death and send to the Western Paradise.

Gandapo frowned when she heard that, green mist floated from her body, and the poisonous gas permeated instantly.

Chapter 140 Eight Sun Simiao's True Identity

"Yasha, this person is beyond your power."

"Li Shimin's daughter, Li Kuan's favorite sister, just with these two identities, you can't get your hands on her."

"If you act rashly, it will ruin the plan."

The moment Yasha saw the poisonous mist, his expression changed, and he retreated ten meters, out of the range of the poisonous mist.

Hearing Gandharva's words, Yasha just smiled grimly.

"Since you protect her, I'll save face. I dare not touch your poison."

After speaking, Yasha disappeared.

After the poisonous mist dissipated, Shura's figure appeared, dressed in black clothes that did not match Buddhism, with a chilling aura that Buddhism never had.

The old Shura and Yang Zhao were killed together. This is the new Shura. Walking in front of Gandapo, Shura asked.

"You seem to care about that woman."

Gandapo gave Shura a cold look.

"You don't need to worry about it."

After speaking and leaving, only Shura was left staring at Gandapo's back, wondering what he was thinking.

In the city of Chang'an, the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.