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The gate of the palace was closed tightly, and it was quiet inside, and the aroma of An Ningxiang permeated every corner.The little emperor is wearing a crown and a dragon robe, sitting upright.The throne was very wide, and the small figure of the little emperor seemed to be trapped in the seat.His thin body trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at the person sitting next to him from time to time, with panic in his eyes.

The person sitting next to him was Li Ci, the Regent of the Southern Qi Dynasty.Li Ci was wearing a purple python robe and a white jade crown. His handsome face was cut like a knife, his eyebrows were sharp, and there was an unspeakable cruelty in his elegance.The little emperor's feelings towards King Duan were extremely complicated. Six years ago, King Duan treated him like an ordinary uncle treats his nephew, loving him.And the little emperor has always had a heart of respect, being king to him is like a lofty mountain, which makes him want to get close.Only later, when he came to the throne, his uncle treated him estranged.Still with a refined temperament, but like a dormant beast, with a kind of coldness and ferocity, as if no one can get close.Up to now, he only has fear for him.

Duan Wang exuded a cold air all over his body, and this cold air made the little emperor tremble more and more.He knew he had just said the wrong thing.He just plucked up the courage to say a word, he said: "Uncle, my mother knew she was wrong, she stayed in Luanfeng Palace all day, bored in it, afraid of getting sick. Uncle, look..."

Then King Duan sat there, like a statue, without saying a word.

King Duan who had kept his eyes closed suddenly opened them and asked, "What time is it?"

The little emperor hurriedly turned his head around to look for Kerou.But someone said: "My lord, it's already noon." The little emperor came back to his senses, it turned out that he wasn't asking him.The little emperor glanced at the void, he knew there were people guarding it, not only there, but in many places he couldn't see, there were people from King Duan.In this palace, it almost looks like half of Duan Wang's mansion.

King Duan stood up suddenly, turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned his head to look at the little emperor, and said, "Tan Yi, everyone should be responsible for the mistakes he made. The queen mother killed the king." You should think about today. Tanyi, you are the eldest son of the imperial brother, as long as you don't do ridiculous things, this king will protect you."

After King Duan finished speaking, he turned and left, not looking at the little emperor behind him who kept nodding his head.

After King Duan left the palace, he went directly to the north gate of Kyoto.King Duan went there on horseback. The horse was named 'Wu Yun'. It was black-haired and ran like the wind. King Duan rode on the dark cloud, but he still felt a little slow. He swung the whip in his hand, and the dark cloud roared like an arrow. Generally jumped out.When he arrived at the city gate, King Duan got off his horse lightly and landed on the steps of the city gate.His steps were quick and his face was eager.Arriving at the gate of the city, you can have a panoramic view of the scene five miles outside the city.

Following the direction of Tan Yun Sanzhou, King Duan looked from far to near, and from near to far, the road was always empty.Disappointment gradually appeared in King Duan's eyes, and his hands that had fallen on the city wall slowly tightened, grabbing a piece of red brick, and the brick fragments scattered all over the ground, and the profile of his face under the sun also looked a little scary.

Suddenly, a carriage appeared at the foot of the city gate.The wind blows the curtain of the car, Duan Wang can see the people sitting inside at a glance.Her black hair is like ink, her eyes are clear and handsome, and she can only catch a glimpse.Duan Wang's eyes widened, watching the carriage drive through the long official road, go farther and farther, and finally turned into a small dot, which gradually blurred.

"My lord, do you want to chase?" the attendant asked.

Duan Wang seemed to take a deep breath, and then said: "No need."

From noon to night, Duan Wang stood there all the time, his eyes fixed on the distance, and he didn't move for a moment.

Little Six stood five steps away, looking at King Duan, his tall back seemed a little lonely at this moment.

"In my life, I have to do whatever I can to achieve what I want. This time, this is the first time that I have forced myself to let go of something. After thinking about it for so long, I only convinced myself of one thing. It's just Qingli, you Don't come back again, if one day, this king sees you again, I will never let you go. I will use whatever means..." Duan Wang's voice was very low, as if it might be blown into the wind at any time.

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The wine and meat passed through the intestines, but the Buddha kept it in his heart.The monk without desire is a casual person.In the eyes of the people in the world, he had already turned his back on the Buddha and became a man of the secular world, but in his heart, looking at the world, he might not be able to find anyone who understands the Buddha better than him.

Zhao Chuang had followed Wuyu Monk for many years, and he could only understand this point, he could see his casualness. As for what kind of person his master was, he couldn't see through it either.If it is stupid, his master seems to see everything, if he sees everything, how can he let Shi Yu do what he does?His eyes were like an ancient well without waves, no one knew what he was thinking.

Just like now, monk Wuyu stood there, motionless, like a pillar, only his eyes were glowing black.The two looked at each other for a long time, Zhao Chuang called out the master, but the monk Wuyu didn't respond.Finally, the black figure suddenly jumped out of the window.From the beginning to the end, Monk Wuyu didn't speak, and it was like a dream to Zhao Chuang.Zhao Rui, who was nestled in his arms, turned around suddenly, his short limbs were wrapped around Zhao Chuang's body, Zhao Chuang didn't move, but hugged the little thing in his arms, and continued to sleep.

It's just that the sleepiness never came until dawn.Zhao Chuang saw a letter on the table. That letter was not there yesterday, so it was left by the monk Wuyu last night.

Zhao Rui was soundly asleep, the little guy's mouth was slightly open, and he purred softly.Zhao Chuang let go of the hands and feet wrapped around his body, and the little guy's face wrinkled, but his eyes didn't open.Zhao Chuang heaved a sigh of relief, got up from the bed, walked to the somewhat crude wooden table, and picked up the letter.

Zhao Chuang opened the letter, and there were beautiful small characters on it, which looked very beautiful. He couldn't read, but he could tell that these were Shi Yu's characters.Zhao Chuang went to find Zhuge Long.

Zhuge Long read the letter again, and his face suddenly became weird. He glanced at Zhao Chuang and asked, "Are you sure you want to read it?"

Zhao Chuang nodded: "Read it."

Zhuge Long began to read: "Master's father... I met my senior brother in the capital, and I knew that my senior brother hadn't passed away. What happened six years ago was a misunderstanding. Seeing my senior brother safe and sound, my disciple was very happy. Reminiscing about the old days with my senior brother. Unexpectedly, I haven’t seen each other in six years, but my senior brother has changed his temperament drastically, and he is full of anger. In the morning and evening, I only hope that the master will help me. I ask the master to comfort the brother so that he can return to the right path as soon as possible. The disciple has such a heart like a brother, and the disciple is very worried. Now in the prison, thinking about the matter of the brother, I often feel uneasy day and night. If the senior brother returns to the right path, even if the apprentice dies, it will not be a pity..."

After Zhuge Long finished reading, Zhao Chuang's face suddenly changed, and he sneered: "This kid can turn black and white!"

After Zhao Chuang finished speaking, he snatched the letter from Zhuge Taki and jumped out of the window.There is a bamboo forest behind this inn, and the air seems to be filled with the fragrance of bamboo, but Zhao Chuang is not in the mood to appreciate it.He walked quickly into the bamboo forest, and in the depths of the bamboo forest, he saw a figure.

Monk Wuyu was sitting cross-legged under the bamboo grove, his face was pale, his beard was dotted with stubble, and he looked very sloppy.Zhao Chuang knew what Wuyu monk was doing, so he was very angry. He wanted to throw the letter in Wuyu monk's face.But at this moment, looking at his appearance, Zhao Chuang felt sad first.This is his master, and the only person who treated him well back then.

Monk Wuyu slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were not big, but the emotions revealed in his eyes were so deep that no one could see through them.

"Qingli, it's great that you're still alive." Wuyu monk said.His voice is very low, as if reciting Sanskrit.He always speaks with the voice of the Buddha. How can such a person have no Buddha in his heart?

"Master." Zhao Chuang called out.

"Your internal strength is all gone, and you can no longer learn martial arts in this sect. But martial arts in the world are full of strange things, and not every martial art requires complete tendons. I discovered it last night as a teacher, and I thought about it all night. The blood-pushing sword technique, uh, Luomen's supreme mental technique, these two are the most suitable for you." The monk Wuyu's eyes fell on the big sword on Zhao Chuang's back, "Since you like swords, you should practice them. There is no way to do it."

Zhao Chuang lowered his head, and the bad breath in his body suddenly dissipated. After listening to the words of Wuyu monk, Zhao Chuang nodded: "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

The corner of Monk Wuyu's lips curled into a smile, "Qingli, you were born suitable for practicing martial arts. It's a pity that you are in this state now. But you are still alive. As long as you practice diligently, you will be able to return to your former self." Cultivation."

"The disciple understands."

"The supreme mind method can also calm down the qi. The bad breath in your body is indeed a bit heavy." Wuyu monk pondered.

The words of Monk Wuyu caused Zhao Chuang to fall from the sky to the ground, and fell very hard. The joy and emotion just now disappeared without a trace, and now only those two words echoed in his mind.His face suddenly changed, and Zhao Chuang, who was holding his breath, suddenly exploded as he stared at Monk Wuyu.

"Master, do you really believe Shi Yu's words? After so many years, don't you know what kind of person he is? Can you believe what he said?" The former Zhao Qingli, thinking of the kindness of monk Wuyu, and because of Shi Yu is the son of his master's benefactor, so many words are kept in his heart, and he never speaks when he is wronged.At this time, Zhao Chuang couldn't control so much, and he talked about Shi Yu's evil deeds in the capital, and he felt puzzled after he finished speaking, and then added a sentence, "I wanted to kill him at that time!"

After Zhao Chuang finished speaking, Monk Wuyu didn't speak immediately.He stared straight at Zhao Chuang, as if he had seen through his disguise and looked into the depths of his heart.

"Qingli, I don't listen to Shi Yu's words alone. From last night to now, I have been watching, listening, and feeling as a teacher. Qingli, you don't even know your own changes. If you look like this, then It's not a bad thing to lose your internal energy. As for Shiyu...his temper..." Monk Wuyu sighed, "Qingli, he is your junior brother after all."

Zhao Chuang's eyes widened immediately, and the anger in his chest burned to his face: "Then what should I do, do I want me to go back to the capital to save him?"