After the global recovery I crossed

Wangdu, under the old tree on the street corner, people pass by from time to time.

There is a martial artist standing with a white banner, and the white banner has written the word "Suan" flying like a dragon and a phoenix.

An old Taoist with immortal demeanor and deep eyes sat under a tree with a chessboard in front of him, chanting words to passers-by.

Pedestrians either stare curiously, or hesitate, or come in a hurry, or leave mysteriously.

It has been like this for six days.

Bu Shuanzi's reputation gradually spread nearby.

The people nearby all know that this Taoist has a certain degree of Taoism, and his words are not as vague as other warlocks.

In the past few days, the common people tried to come forward to calculate some trivial matters, but after accurately pointing out that the missing daughter-in-law of the Zhang family was in the Wang family and the head of the Han family whose temperament changed drastically was transformed by a monster, Bu Guozi ushered in the seventh day. different people.

He is a gentleman in brocade clothes, wearing a small silver crown on his head, and holding a jade folding fan in his hand.

The car was parked in the distance, he got out of the car and pretended to look around, then slowly walked over.

Seemingly bored and looking for some fun, he laughed and said, "Yo, there's a fortune teller here."

He pointed to himself: "Let me ask you, who am I?"

Bu Guozi stared at him for a while, and replied: "My son looks rich, but he was born in a wealthy family, and he is expected to be in business for generations."

The young master showed sarcasm, and the silver crown on his head shook: "It's up to you to say whether I'm rich or not, and you made a little mistake—"

Bu Guozi interrupted him: "But!"

"Young master is not fascinated by the miasma of wealth, but there is a trace of fresh air at the root of the mountain!"

"This is illuminated by the Palace of Fate of the Stars in the sky, but the aura is weak, and it is not owned by the young master himself."

"This is the legacy of our ancestors!"

The son was shocked.

He hesitated, looked back at the driver, then took off his valuables and threw them on the chessboard: "Go ahead."

"This clear qi is neither fascinated by wealth qi, but also somewhat reunited into a water wave shape, which has water properties. Looking at its location, it must be Wen qi."

"It's not very unusual for literati in today's world to be lucky enough to become literary, but the son's aura is not something he got himself, and Pindao only thought of one possibility."

"Many years ago, there was a man who was born in a tofu selling family. He later became a chancellor. People called him Wenquxing. After that, his family took care of Yu Ze, but instead of writing, he went into business."

"Only when the heavenly star descends into the world can Yu Ze be extended to future generations."

Bu Guozi flicked his fly whisk and said with a smile, "But the grandson of the previous prime minister, Mr. Lin's face?"

[There is a prime minister whose surname is Lin, and his descendants have no descendants. ]

Lin Xingtao opened his eyes, leaning on the tree and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Young Master Lin laughed: "Good old man! You must have found out early in the morning to deceive me!"

After laughing, he was about to leave, but was stopped by a young boy's voice behind him:

"If the son leaves immediately, he will be truly deceived."

As if he had just discovered that there were other people in front of the tree, the young master frowned and looked over, only to see an ordinary little Taoist priest: "You are the apprentice of this old liar, what do you mean by what you said?"

"Why do you want to deceive yourself, son?" Lin Xingtao stared into his eyes.

The young master was suddenly in a trance, and saw a pair of lazy eyes.

However, that bit of laziness pierced people's hearts with the slight flick of the end of his eyes.

How can it be laziness, it is clearly extremely sharp!

He couldn't help taking a step back, and said incoherently: "What nonsense are you talking about, what do you mean you are lying to yourself!"

Lin Xingtao said: "Everyone who comes here wants to 'reckon'. But I have never seen anyone who counts himself. Is the young master so stupid that he doesn't know who he is?"

Without waiting for the young master to get angry, Lin Xingtao continued: "Young master, what are you hesitating for? There is no prime minister in the world, all officials are headed by the national teacher, and the descendants of the prime minister can only go into business. Do you feel dissatisfied?"

"The rebels from all walks of life are entering the capital—my lord, what are you hesitating about?"

The plain question made the young master speechless in shock.

His lips trembled twice, but he didn't ask how to deal with himself as Lin Xingtao imagined.

Instead, he touched his lips up and down and scolded angrily: "Don't insult me! Although my Lin family is now in business, it is also a noble family. How can I do something against you!"

When he opened his mouth, there were bursts of sword sounds.

It was as if a sword shot out from his mouth!

The sharp tongue and the sharp tongue——Yu Ze of Wenquxing!

As soon as the literary spirit came out, Lin Xingtao saw that the red aura of wealth and nobility dissipated from the top of this person's head, and instead a thick black aura emerged——

This person will die today!

Wei Xin, who was holding the white flag, squeezed his hand, neutralizing this weak attack invisible.

Wei Xin caught him in front of Lin Xingtao.

Lin Xingtao said in a deep voice:

"The national teacher is in chaos, but the descendants of the prime minister who are the example of the literati dare not stand up, so that the literati in Dalin are also cowardly and cowardly."

"If it is said that the situation is stronger than the people, the rebel army is gathering at this time, and this is a great opportunity. Why didn't the Lin family come forward and force the national division to resume their prime ministership?"

The red air surged with his words, seeming to cover the black air.

Lin Xingtao continued to grasp the point of changing luck.

"Although martial arts are more important than literature in this world, how can the power of thousands of literati be less important than the army?"

"If it is said that the literati in the capital are afraid of the national teacher, have they never heard of the name of the king of Chu chasing the national teacher?"

Hearing this, Young Master Lin broke away from Wei Xin's hand and was overjoyed: "Could it be that you are under the King of Chu?"

The redness is soaring!

Suddenly his face changed as if he remembered something, he slipped away from under Wei Xin's arm, and hurriedly retreated: "The king of Chu is here—"

The black air engulfed him.

Lin Xingtao drew his sharp sword out of its sheath.

But he didn't cut at the person who wanted to reveal his identity, but swung his wrist towards the carriage that stopped in the distance.

The young master of the Lin family got off the carriage.

The carriage compartment exploded again and again, but it didn't overwhelm the crisp Fengming.

The carriage exploded, and there was no one in it, only a piece of gorgeous golden feather slowly falling down.

The young master of the Lin family ran near the carriage, vomited blood and fell down.

While Lin Xingtao was pondering the change in luck just now, a woman in the air spoke in a manly voice: "The little boy at both ends of the head mouse, will the King of Chu save him?"

So Lin Xingtao withdrew his sword and looked in the direction of the palace: "It's also stronger than you, the poisonous woman who killed her own sister."

The person who spoke - Xiao Hesui's own sister, Xiao Jiahe let out a cold laugh.

"I can't deserve such a compliment from the King of Chu. After all, the King of Chu also killed his own brother—oh, my concubine made a mistake. That's not your Royal Highness's brother."

"Lin Xingtao."

Hearing her calling his name, Lin Xingtao frowned.

"Since the king of Chu's surname is not Ling but Lin, should we call this guy on the ground a big brother?"

The young master of the Lin family on the ground was silent.

Lin Xingtao supported him to look at him, and said, "I'm afraid I will disappoint you and the national teacher. Although my surname is Lin, I have nothing to do with Wenquxing."

Xiao Jiahe continued to smile and said: "Yes, both the concubine and the national teacher feel that this person is not worthy of the same surname as the King of Chu."

"It's ridiculous that we thought that a hero like King Chu must come from a scholarly family."

"The concubine came out of the palace eagerly to see what King Chu's brother looks like."

"I even want to watch a comedy about the reunion of brothers! It turns out that we were wrong. The king of Chu has nothing to do with the prime minister."

"It's been a long time since the battlefield, and today I can see the real body of the King of Chu, I really feel it."

She laughed loudly: "The descendants of the prime minister are not worthy of the surname Lin, and they are not worthy of—"

"Live in this world!"

"How about the national teacher and concubine taking care of this family who insulted the Lin surname on behalf of the King of Chu!"

"Haha, the Lin family is destroyed!"

"Does the King of Chu know what the crime is?"

She imitated the emperor's tone, vividly:

"The former Prime Minister Lin's family colluded with the King of Chu and committed the crime of treason and treason. According to the Dalin law, the whole family will be executed!"

"Why don't you have anything to do with the Lin family! Everyone saw that the son of the Lin family came to tell your fortune, and wanted to vote for you!"

"Prince Chu, the capital is under the sole control of the national teacher, and you will know it as soon as you step into the capital!"

"At first, I was still wondering why the national teacher didn't take you down quickly. It turned out that the national teacher had already made a plan to make the world's literati hate you!"

"Since you really dare to come to the capital, then this is where you will fall!"

Although Xiao Jiahe was pleasant to hear, the sharp voice with strong resentment dispersed.

The surrounding smoke and dust dissipated, and the ban on real people was also removed.

But this is the territory of Wangcheng, all the restrictions are discounted except for the celestial master.

The people hid far away and didn't hear anything else, but they knew that the person standing here holding a sword was the recently famous King of Chu.

Whispering gradually sounded.

Lin Xingtao glanced at the faces of the people, and he knew that the people in the capital were not as fearless as Dongling, and naturally they would not support him.

He didn't intend to give a speech in front of the people, he just counted the time and said: "Bu Suanzi was born, and he only counted seven hexagrams. There were eight hexagrams, and the last hexagram should be kept for himself. Please go back."

He smiled and told Wei Xin and Bu Guozi to close the stall.

The time for the negotiation arranged by the National Teacher will be the day after tomorrow.

It happened to be the second day of the holiday.

"So the national teacher knows that we have been setting up a fortune-telling stall here?" Bu Guozi hurriedly closed the stall and asked anxiously.

"He knows it, and I know it too." Lin Xingtao said with a smile, "As soon as I stepped into the capital, I knew that I was being watched by the national teacher."

"Then you still set up a fortune-telling stall!" Bu Guozi was puzzled.

Lin Xingtao looked in the direction of Changlin Mountain and said, "I understand the national teacher a little bit now."

He walked forward, and the Taoist robe on his body changed from head to toe into brocade clothes.

The brilliance of the setting sun descended slowly, and the jade pendant on his boots struck lightly, like a song resounding in the streets and alleys.

"Since the national teacher said that he wants to negotiate with various rebels, why would he break his promise and kill me a fortune teller?"

"Besides." He walked across half of the capital in a few steps, "He also wants to know what I can tell people's fortunes."

"The national teacher has a clone and can be an outsider, so can I."

"Different routes lead to the same goal."

Where does it belong?

fairy.

"Xiao Jiahe thought that the national teacher destroyed the Lin family to make many prime ministers and disciples in the world hate the King of Chu—they dare not blame the national teacher."

But Lin Xingtao knew that what the national teacher did was actually to prevent Lin Xingtao from repeating the coquettish operation of pretending to be someone else.

After Qingqing was officially recognized by the world, it was impossible for Lin Xingtao to deceive the sky anymore, he could only restore his original surname!

In the past, the method he taught Bu Guozi to throw the blame to the national teacher was useful, but that was when there was no real Ninth Prince.

Once the identity of the Nine Princes is attributed to one person, Lin Xingtao's throne above the prince's identity will be unstable. All he can do is to use other identities to stabilize the throne.

For example, the descendants of the prime minister.

His surname was originally Lin, and the Lin family happened to have a grudge with the national teacher, and he was the descendant of the heavenly star, so he had such an easy-to-hand status—not even inferior to the status of a prince!

The national teacher Dai Dalin forcibly deprived the prime minister since ancient times, and the world owed an explanation to the prime minister.

Lin Xingtao said that if he is the descendant of the prime minister and keeps the throne, it will be a matter of course.

Now the national teacher is acting vigorously and resolutely, directly cutting off the possibility of Lin Xingtao's future activities through the prime minister's descendants.

"However, how does he know that I really can't be the descendant of the prime minister? Otherwise, God's will is against me, and I can take advantage of the situation to call Wenquxing and directly lead the students all over the world to rebel."

"Maybe he figured it out too?" Bu Guozi caught up and said.

Lin Xingtao was startled, and stood at the street corner.

He was thinking: the prince can kill the national teacher, it is orthodox, in fact, it is not a rebellion, so he is going smoothly every step of the way, and the gods are willing to help him.

And even if he used his identity as a descendant of the prime minister to punish the national teacher, he was actually the same as other rebels, a real rebel and a foreign enemy.In the case of Dalin's national destiny, even if he can break it with strength, it is just like what he said before-foreign enemies, the national teacher can easily eliminate them.

Just like the national teacher got rid of the Lin family, God only treats the Lin family as what they deserve, so how can heaven punish the national teacher?The national teacher is waiting for the Lin family to show their opposition.

So, apart from the prince, what other status is there to be a teacher of the country and follow the inside?

"Crackling!" The sudden voice interrupted Lin Xingtao's thoughts.

It turns out that tomorrow is the holiday.

Fireworks and firecrackers that belong to this world are going off.

There was a crowd of people on the street, some teams performing martial arts greeted beamingly, and some peddlers selling masks smiled and changed their faces.

"Where are you going, Junior Brother!" Bu Guozi asked Lin Xingtao who stepped into the crowd.

Lin Xingtao bought a mask and put it on his face, saying:

"Have a romantic encounter with a man surnamed Lin!"

The author has something to say: The one surnamed Lin—that’s right, I am a member of the triad!