The monk who is going to cross me is bent

Chi Wang seemed to feel something unusual, and he asked calmly, "Who are you going to save?"

Death sooner or later is a matter of one knife, and Sha Shi fought it out: "Go and save that monk Zi'an!"

Chi Wang didn't speak for a moment.

Sandstone quickly explained: "The monk was infected with the plague poison developed by the Tianshan Sect in order to try out the prescription, but he did not expect that the unfinished product was too poisonous, and he soon had a high fever and fell into a coma. There is not much time. There is a saying that a doctor does not heal himself, but he knows medical skills, and it is difficult to diagnose and treat himself under such circumstances."

"If I remember correctly, he lived somewhere in the temple of 'Changuang Temple' on the south bank, right?"

Sandstone said: "That's right."

"This means that if I go to rescue him, I will enter a Buddhist temple with a whole group of bald donkeys." Chi Wang was very indifferent, "Just thinking about that scene, I can't bear it anymore, and you actually asked me to drive him away past?"

Fangliu came over, and Chi Wang, like an old Buddha, put his hand on the hand he handed over, and was helped to eat delicious food.

Sandstone: "..."

Knowing that Chi Wang likes to be quiet, Fang Liu specially ordered a private room for him, and the rest of the people were divided into several tables, and the two of them shared one room, eating quietly and alone in it.

Sha Shi seemed to feel Chi Wang's displeasure, and said uneasy: "Chi Wang, this is a special task with rich rewards, why don't you think about it again?"

The stewed chicken feet in this restaurant are very famous, Chi Wan picked a chicken foot and ate it quietly.

Shashi tried hard to persuade: "From the information of the female voice system I intercepted, this has a very large proportion with Shang Zian. Think about it, before, that system would let you treat the young master of the Bu family who was infected by the plague. Ran, but forced to send you a task, this Zi An, in this world, probably has the same weight as Bu Ran."

"Who is that female voice system?" Chi Wang asked quietly: "Does she have a name? Is she alone?"

Sandstone replied honestly, "I don't know if she has a name. I've also been studying her shape recently, and I just found out that her complexity is far beyond what I can imagine."

"I don't know if she is human, but her voice and appearance are probably just a very superficial layer, which is not quite the same as our understanding... It is similar to you now, whether you eat or drink The spicy fried crab in front of me is the same as the braised chicken feet, every choice is harmless."

Chi Wang spat out the chicken bones in his mouth, and thought the taste was not bad, so he said, "Then call her chicken feet for now."

Shashi was silent for a moment: "Then what am I in your eyes?"

"If there is a chance we meet, I will let you know."

Sandstone didn't hear Chi Wang's perfunctory, and was actually encouraged, "You wait, I will work hard, and strive to meet you as soon as possible!"

But when it comes to the young master of the Bu family, Bu Ran's quiet and delicate face appeared in front of Chi Wan's eyes.

Chi Wang was thoughtful, "That child Buran looks very good, but I really don't see why she was favored by that chicken paw and got such a high rating."

He turned his head to look at the young man who was trying to abduct Bu Ran a few months ago, but now he is sitting next to him, concentrating on grilling crabs for him.

Sandstone said earnestly: "Chi Wang, I need to intercept more energy flowing to... chicken feet, whether it is to return your internal strength to you, or to upgrade and break through me, we should not give up every opportunity."

"Some things can be figured out without upgrading." Chi Wang calmly took the crab that Fang Liu had grilled for him, while answering the gravel.

"Think about it, why is that chicken claw insisting on saving Buran and the monk? I am the one she wants to kill, but Buran and this bald donkey are the ones she wants to protect. The interests of me and chicken claw It's completely contradictory, and to some extent, I shouldn't care about the lives of the people she wants to save."

Sha Shi begged: "Chi Wang, Zi'an is different from them... How can I make you change your mind? It's really not easy for us to get to this point!"

Chi Wang didn't say anything dead this time, "Let's have a look again."

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at my mood."

Sandstone wanted to cry.

In fact, Sha Shi felt that Chi Wang was in a good mood. Although Fang Liu didn't know that the person in front of him was the real ancestor, he did serve him like an ancestor.

It's just that they were halfway through eating when they heard loud noises coming from outside.

Chi Wang followed the open window and looked out.But he saw that diagonally opposite this tavern was the newly opened competitor Hemerocallis Tang in the same city.

The Daylily Hall opened today, and it was about to set off the jubilant lion dance. Before the red firecrackers were lit, they ran into a group of big men who came to smash the hall.

The big man held a knife and stick, and drove away all the patients inside fiercely.Unexpectedly, on the first day the door opened, such a thing would happen, and the patients on the street were afraid to come in.

The shopkeeper of Hemerocallis Hall came out with silver in his hands: "This is the first day the shop opens. If you have offended me, please ask Haihan. It's because we didn't know who the masters are the bosses in this place. So I'll give them some wine money... ..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "It was your daylily hall that was smashed! Brothers, keep smashing!"

Since it was not for money, and there was no valid reason, watching the behavior of this group of strong men, it seemed that they came here specifically to provoke trouble.

Chi Wang looked away and saw that Fang Liu was also looking out the window, watching the farce on the street outside with a blank expression.

Chi Wang looked at Fang Liu for a while, and suddenly said: "Liu Liu, withdraw people back. Lan Shantang has gained a foothold in the world, and has never relied on conspiracy and tricks to maliciously suppress colleagues."

Fang Liu panicked for a moment, he didn't even know where he showed his flaws, but Chi Wan pointed it out with a single sentence.

At this moment, he had no choice but to calm down and defend himself: "Brother Xiaochi, what have these daylilies done? They have joined forces with the farmers to raise prices, cut off our Lanshantang's medicine channels, and maliciously robbed our Lanshantang of cultivating medicines. The doctors who came out, how did they ever abide by medical ethics? I just smashed one of their stores, and this is just the beginning."

"I won't say it a second time." Chi Wang looked indifferent.

Fang Liu was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood by the window and made a gesture.

Under his instruction, those strong men who purposely went to Daylilies Hall to make trouble quickly found a reason to leave.

The private room was very quiet, Chi Wang watched Fang Liu, and said calmly: "Conspiracies and tricks can be beneficial for a while, but they are not always bright and open, and they can't go long. If you want to go on for a long time, you must Use the right way."

Fang Liu lowered his head, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

Chi Wang always seemed to know what he was thinking, and taught: "You are the crown prince, you should walk on the bright and righteous path, if you want to defeat Daylily's Grass Hall, just do it in a dignified manner."

Fang Liu's pupils constricted—he knew that he had concealed his royal identity not long ago, and he wanted to confess for a while, but he didn't expect that Chi Wan would directly reveal it today.He pushed away the chair, knelt down beside Chi Wang on one knee, and said incoherently, "I definitely didn't deliberately hide my identity from the sect master! I just, just..."

Chi Wang sighed, and pulled him up, "I won't judge you because of your identity. Not long after I first met you, I knew your surname was Fang. It will be what it was before, and it will be what it will be in the future. Don't be so afraid. "

When Fang Liu stood up, cold sweat came out on his face. Looking at his familiar little face, he couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart, and his tone slowed down, "I've heard that you are here. The court is very unfavorable, isn't it?"

Fang Liu looked at Chi Wang's expression, finally calmed down a little bit, nodded and said: "Because I am the only boy born in the Fang family for more than 100 years, and my father's background is extremely low, so my aunt has always been the least like me."

Chi Wang sighed, "Then how old were you when you started?"

"I started at the age of nine, and formally came into contact with the affairs of the door at the age of 11. In these years, I have never left the door without a single moment."

Chi Wan frowned, "Even if you are not the crown prince, you are at least a prince. You don't stay in the palace every day, and you have been running around the rivers and lakes for several years, and no one knows?"

Fang Liu lowered his head a little ashamed, "When we arrived in Kaimeng, Aunt Huang only sent a few gentlemen to teach me how to read and write, and the rest were not allowed to teach me, and the gentlemen were not allowed to come to the door. Naturally, no one cared about me. I... can't compare to my imperial sister. I have been familiar with classics, history and political theory since I was a child, and now I can handle government affairs for the emperor's aunt. I don't know anything. "

Since he was 11 years old, he has been drifting in the rivers and lakes. It is impossible to come into contact with famous scholars to study political history. It is no wonder that he does not follow the right path and is full of messy conspiracies and schemes.

Chi Wang has no intention of teaching as a teacher, but Fang Liu's level is too low, and he really can't do it, which is a bit embarrassing.

Chi Wan frowned and said: "I said you should write down a few books, "On Salt and Iron", "Northern Dynasty Tongdian", "April Civil Order", you should buy these books and read them all as soon as possible. Asking you questions."

Fang Liu was stunned.

Chi Wang's tone was a little harsh, "Didn't you remember what I just said?"

"Remember." Fang Liu's eyes gradually brightened, and he didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth were raised uncontrollably, "I'm going to buy books right now, and I'll try to stay awake and read them as soon as possible!"

Fang Liu didn't bother to eat, and ran away bouncing around.Seeing that no one was picking up the crabs, Chi Wang immediately regretted saying this too early, so he gnawed some chicken feet by himself, and then returned to Lan Shan Tang.

In the afternoon, Chi Wang only took patients for half a day. The newly opened Hemerocallis Hall stole the traffic from Lan Shan Tang. Chi Wang was free in the afternoon, so he went back to the inn early to rest when he saw that there were not many people.

These days, Chi Wang practiced martial arts much more diligently than before. He went back to meditate to cultivate his inner breath, and before he knew it, it was late at night.

Seeing that it was late, he lay down to rest, listening to the occasional sound of pages turning next door, and finally fell asleep peacefully.

In the dream, he seemed to hear the tone of his youth again, echoing in the dreamland.

"Master, are you reading military books?"

"No, I'm revisiting "On Salt and Iron" and "April Civil Order."

The candles in the study room were warm and bright. Koike turned his face sideways, showing a little curiosity, with a rising accent at the end of his tone, "What's in the book?"

"The former is a debate about economics and the people, and the latter is about farming operations. These two political books are classics, and they are worth reviewing from time to time, so as to learn new things by reviewing the past."

Zhuang Yan looked at Xiaochi, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you all later."

Xiaochi didn't speak, and stood aside with lowered eyebrows.

Zhuang Yan put down the book in his hand, looked at him and said, "Why do I feel that you seem to have something else to say?"

Xiaochi raised his head, his watery eyes pinched him, and his eyes moved to the side again, as if a little shy, "I heard that the young master is both civil and military, and I often know that the young master is very knowledgeable, but I have no chance to see the young master's martial arts."

After hearing this, Zhuang Yan stood up with a smile, "It happens that I have been studying for a long time, so get up and do some exercise...you and me."

When they arrived at Zhuang Yan's courtyard, Zhuang Yan told Director Liang: "Get my halberd."

Soon, two men carried Zhuang Yan's halberd together and walked into the courtyard.

Zhuang Yan walked to the courtyard, took off the double-edged halberd lightly and deftly, turned back to Xiaochi and said, "Just watch it."

The halberd was taller than Xiaochi, and its weight was astonishing. It took two men to lift it together.

But Zhuang Yan danced vigorously with one hand without any effort, and the others walked with the halberd, almost turning into an afterimage.

Zhuang Yan, who didn't wear armor, always carried a kind of elegance and gentleness on his body. Now he was holding a tall halberd in his hand, but he showed another kind of demeanor that could not be ignored.

Xiaochi was smiling, staring intently, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

When Zhuang Yan stopped and walked towards Xiaochi, there was not a single drop of sweat on his forehead, nor even a trace of shortness of breath.This heavy halberd was as easy as a willow branch when he swung it in his hand.

Xiaochi said reverently, "Young master is really amazing."

Zhuang Yan asked someone to take away his halberd, feeling full and warm in his heart.His martial arts has always been praised by others, but never has he felt so happy like he was praised by Xiaochi today.

Xiaochi looked at him adoringly, "It would be great if I could be as powerful as the young master."

Director Liang immediately looked up at Xiaochi.

But Zhuang Yan just took his hand and re-entered the house.

Zhuang Yan looked at him with gentle and focused eyes, "This is a kung fu that can only be learned from a very young age. Since you are by my side, why do you have to suffer so much?"

Xiaochi was silent for a moment, and said jokingly: "I suddenly want to play a game with the young master."

Looking at his lively expression, Zhuang Yan couldn't bear to look away, and indulged, "Tell me, what do you want to play?"

Xiaochi smiled and said nothing, took down a writing brush from the pen holder in Zhuang Yan's study, with some ink on it, and walked back holding it in his hand.

He said: "I've never seen anyone with martial arts as strong as the young master, so I want to try... Can you react."

Xiao Chi was standing beside Zhuang Yan, and as soon as he finished speaking, he came to strike first.

He took a ink-soaked brush and touched Zhuang Yan's left chest.

As soon as the writing brush pierced a few hairs, Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand like lightning, blocking Xiaochi's hand with one move.

Xiaochi raised his eyebrows a little higher, expressing his disbelief, and tried several times in succession.

But no matter which angle he attacked from, Zhuang Yan was able to strike back, and firmly separated his hands, preventing the tip of the brush from getting on his body.

After playing for a while, Xiaochi was a little discouraged and said, "Don't play anymore, the young master is so good, I can't touch you no matter what."

Zhuang Yan stared at him intently, and said softly, "That's because...you are too far away from me, you have to be this close."

He reached out to hold Xiaochi's hand, and pulled him onto his lap to sit down.

Zhuang Yan felt his heart beating faster and faster, but his voice became deeper and deeper: "If you are at this distance... I can't escape."

Xiaochi raised his pen and quickly pointed to his left chest.

This time, the ink on the brush finally landed on his clothes.

He finally succeeded, a fleeting and weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and when he turned his head, he showed an innocent look, watching their intimate posture at this time.

He sat on Zhuang Yan's lap, and if he leaned his head on his shoulder, he would appear to be sitting docilely in his arms.

Zhuang Yan's hand slowly moved over, and he hugged his waist vaguely with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would fall, and it seemed that it was just to satisfy his possessive desire.

His palm is very hot, which can make people feel comfortable warmth, and when placed on Koike's waist, there is a sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

Xiaochi said softly: "Master, your martial arts are so powerful, is there anyone in this world who is more powerful than you?"

Zhuang Yan laughed and said: "You, what a child... You must know that there are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. It is said that Mu Beixi in the south and the prince Shihuan are all masters in ten thousand, and their martial arts should not be underestimated... If you don't say So far away, in our mansion, there is another master who has practiced longer than me."

Xiaochi smiled inexplicably, "Marquis Zhuang?"

Zhuang Yan nodded, his hand hesitated for a long time, and finally put it on Xiaochi's waist.

But he couldn't wait for his heart to throb, and felt the nib of the pen move slightly on his clothes.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and saw that Xiaochi had drawn a black bastard on the clothes on his chest.

Zhuang Yan: "..."

Xiaochi jumped off his lap in an instant, dropped the pen and ran into his yard.

Zhuang Yan told him to run first, then laughed and chased him out: "Don't run!"

The two chased in the courtyard for a while, Xiaochi fled back to his room, and quickly slammed the door shut.

Zhuang Yan laughed loudly outside: "Open the door, if you dare to draw bastards on the young master's chest, I must teach you the rules!"

Koike in the house pulled out a dagger and held it in his hand, which was exactly the length of a brush.

The distance needed... is to sit in his arms?

Across the door, Xiaochi's knife drew a circle on the position of Zhuang Yan's heart, and his tone was soft and innocent: "You can't open it. I'm afraid that if you open the door... the young master will hit me."

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Zhuang Yan: The daughter-in-law is too violent and tired.