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

Ziluan was restless.

Her nominal husband, known as a lunatic in the world, was able to hurt Li Jing, the God of War. For a while, Zi Luan didn't know whether to use a monster to describe Li Kuan or a monster.

Seeing that Ziluan has been silent for a long time, Aunt Gongsun can completely understand her mood. When she knew the news, she was even more incredible than Ziluan.

If it wasn't for the report by a close friend, I even thought it was a piece of false information at the time.

Aunt Gongsun saw that the two of them had not spoken for a long time, and continued.

"Ziluan, master already knows about this matter, let me order you to use the five elements method to spy on the secret behind Li Kuan, you must find out, this matter is of great importance."

Ziluan's face tightened, and Qingxuan also pinched the corner of his clothes.

five elements mind reading

After hesitating for a moment, Ziluan nodded.

"Tu'er listens to the order, but Li Kuan doesn't trust the two of us sisters. In a short time, there may not be any new information."

Aunt Gongsun's eyes suddenly became sharp, with a fierce murderous look.

"The master has ordered that within five days you must find out useful information, no matter what method you use, even if you are tempted by beauty, it doesn't matter if you sacrifice yourself."

Beauty temptation.

Ziluan remained silent. It seemed that Yuan Tiangang had already made up his mind that even if he abandoned him as his "beloved disciple", he still had to achieve his goal.

After a while, Ziluan nodded.

"Disciple, listen to the order."

Aunt Gongsun frowned slightly, Ziluan was far from the previous obedience, it was just that Ziluan was a little reluctant because she wanted to sacrifice herself, and didn't think about other places.

Seeing that Ziluan agreed, Aunt Gongsun asked the two to retreat in the name of going back early to avoid Li Kuan's suspicion.

Li Kuan was still resting on the chair in the hall, and when he saw Ziluan and Qingxuan coming back, he didn't ask too much, and it was useless to ask.

Now he has slightly comprehended the true meaning of the sword, touched the realm where there is no sword and no moves, so he must experience it well.

In this way, one lie down is one night.

The next day was Fang Xuanling's birthday.

In just one night, the news that Li Kuan competed with Li Jing and injured Li Jing spread throughout the Tang Dynasty with lightning speed, including Western Turkic, Turpan and other countries.

In Liangzhou city, in a certain desolate temple, the incense sticks were deserted, and the Buddha statues were covered with thick dust.

Under the Buddha statue, a monk is meditating cross-legged, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The cassock on the monk's body was originally gray-white, or it was dyed gray-white by dust, which made him look a little embarrassed.

But it was this sloppy monk who turned out to be the number one eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty, Master Xuanzang.

Suddenly, a figure appeared.

"Master Xuanzang, Lord Yasha has some interesting news about the Tang Dynasty."

Xuanzang opened his eyes, his eyes were as calm as water, and his face was kind.

"Interesting? Tell me."

said the monk.

"Master Yecha sent a letter saying that Beigong Boyu, the number one warrior in Longyou, escaped from prison suddenly, but on the night of the escape, he was killed by Zhao Zilong, the guard of the mad prince Li Kuan. Prince Li Broadband arrived at Xuanzheng Hall and gave it to Li Shimin as a gift."

Xuanzang smiled.

"It's really interesting. The mad prince Li Kuan who dared to give away his head in the Xuanzheng Palace really lived up to his reputation as a madman."

Beigong Boyu had just escaped from the prison, he was already weak, and it was not unusual for him to be killed. Xuanzang reckoned that Zhao Zilong should have the strength to transform into a peak.

"What about the second message?"

Xuanzang remained silent, as if nothing could withstand his waves.

"Yasha came to report. Yesterday, the mad prince Li Kuan and the military god Li Jing competed in the Daming Palace, and Li Jing was injured."

This time, Xuanzang's expression changed, with shock in his eyes.

A wave of air stirred up billows of dust in the dilapidated temple.

Xuanzang stood up.

"Things are getting more and more interesting. It's unheard of for a lunatic to hurt Li Jing. It seems that there must be other mysterious forces behind Li Kuan."

"Then let us find out this power, and then reduce him..."

As he spoke, Xuanzang walked out slowly. With each step, he walked a distance of 20 meters, and soon his figure disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

The Cave of Hundred Ghosts, the base of the remnants of the Sui Dynasty.

When a group of people heard the news, the laughter and laughter of the past no longer existed, and their faces were gloomy.

Wei Wentong took a sip of wine.

"What kind of ability does Li Kuan have? The guards around him are awesome. It's enough to kill Beigong Boyu. How could he hurt Li Jing himself?"

Changsun Cheng sighed, his brows and eyes were filled with worry.