Bai Qiuran walked out of the door of the "Happy Realm", only to find that his disciple was squatting at the door with another disciple of the Hehuan Sect, his shoulders trembling slightly.
He walked over curiously and patted Tang Ruowei on the shoulder, but when Tang Ruowei raised her head, her face was full of pear flowers with rain.
"What are you doing?"
Bai Qiuran was stunned for a moment, then asked the disciple of the Hehuan Sect:
"You bullied her?"
"no."
Tang Ruowei replied in a tactful manner:
"It's just that this elder sister told me about her past... Being caught by the magic cultivator, playing with it, and then being sold to the Hehuan Sect... Woohoo, it's so pitiful."
"Oh."
Bai Qiuran suddenly understood, and he asked with a blank face:
"So did she tell you the follow-up to this story?"
"what?"
Tang Ruowei raised her head blankly and looked at him.
"The follow-up to this story, the girl who was sold to the Hehuan Sect, worked hard and learned the Hehuan Sect exercises, and soon climbed to the middle class of the Hehuan Sect, and then she found the magic cultivator and turned him into a Tired cows in the fields."
Bai Qiuran glanced at the disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and then said:
"You, is this the Hehuan Sect of the three major sects of the Demon Sect? Don't think that they are all good people when they are opening a store in earnest. The customers in this store are just the waiters of the Hehuan Sect. Those disciples who open the shop are the real customers, okay? Women in the Hehuan Sect are superior to men, will your father, the emperor, cry and kill himself in order to sleep with a woman?"
"That is to say..."
Tang Ruowei thought for a while, and then said angrily to the Hehuan Sect disciple:
"You lied to me!"
"I didn't lie to you, including what this senior added, these are indeed my real experiences."
That Hehuan Sect disciple giggled and said:
"Oh, senior, your sister is really fun. When you get tired of playing, are you interested in bringing her to our Hehuan Sect?"
"Well, speaking of this."
Bai Qiuran smiled proudly and gave the Hehuan Sect disciple a thumbs up.
"Actually, I lied to you. I am not a member of the Demon Sect. I am from the Qingming Sword Sect. This is my apprentice."
"Qingming Sword Sect?"
The Hehuan Sect disciple smiled and said:
"Senior really likes to joke, let alone Qingming Sword Sect, the only monk in the Righteous Dao Alliance who has the highest token of the Demon Gate Union in his hand is only..."
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and looked up and down Bai Qiuran.
"Wait a minute, white hair and white eyebrows, people from all corners of the country, from the Qingming Sword Sect..."
"Hello, Bai Qiuran is here."
Bai Qiuran gently extended his hand to her.
"Nice to meet you."
Hearing this name, the Acacia sect disciple turned pale and frightened.
She didn't dare to reach out to hold Bai Qiuran's hand, but stumbled back and sat down at the door of the realm of joy.
"Ha ha."
Bai Qiuran was in a good mood, turned around and said to Tang Ruowei:
"Let's go, let's not be ashamed here, I found a good experience for you, and I will take you there."
Tang Ruowei followed Bai Qiuran step by step, the two walked out of the fireworks and willow lane, and then Tang Ruowei looked back at the direction of the realm of joy and asked:
"Master, why is that Hehuan Sect disciple so afraid of you?"
"Well, no big deal."
After thinking about it, Bai Qiuran replied:
"I just killed the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect who took office."
"Is that not enough?"
Tang Ruowei complained.
Following Bai Qiuran all the way out of the city gate, Tang Ruowei asked:
"Master, where are we going next?"
Bai Qiuran glanced at her and raised her arm.
"Let's go to Dingguo Imperial City."
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Dingguo Imperial City, inside the palace, on the Golden Thrall Hall, Dingguo's most powerful civil and military officials gathered here, but at this time they did not dare to make a sound.
The emperor of Dingguo, Qu Peng, is the strongest warrior in the world in Dingguo and even Cangzhou. His body is nearly two meters five, he is extremely burly, and his face is like an angry vajra warrior, even if he does not know the identity of his emperor. The mortals who looked at him would be too frightened to move.
But at this moment, this mighty and extraordinary emperor was sitting on his dragon chair, clutching his chest and crying.
"My son."
Emperor Qu Peng covered his face, tears streaming down from his fingers.
"I spent half my life fighting down the great country, and I originally wanted you to inherit it. How could I know that today, you left me like this, and let the white-haired people send the black-haired people."
His cries were heavier, and the two eunuchs around him quickly cheered for him, but they didn't dare to say a word.
Finally, when the atmosphere became more and more solemn, a brave man stood up.
"His Majesty."
He stood out from the queue of hundreds of officials, bowed to Emperor Qu Peng, and tried his best to persuade him in his most sincere voice:
"My condolences… "
"I am sorry for your loss?"
Emperor Qu Peng was worried that he could not find a way to vent. The brave man bumped into the muzzle of his gun. He wiped the tears on his face and said angrily:
"It's easy to say, it's not your son who died!"
He thought for a moment, then declared:
"Come here, give the son of the Minister of Rites to death!"
"what?"
The Minister of Rites, who bravely stood up, was so frightened that his face was like dirt, and he was shaking like a sieve of chaff.
But it was useless. The two eunuchs had already started to draw up the imperial decree, and the colleagues next to him all looked at him with admiration and pitiful eyes.
As the Minister of Rites and the first-rank member of the imperial court, he did not dare to resist Qu Pengdi's decision. If he dared to say half of the word "no" now, then Qu Pengdi, who is the most powerful in the world, would be able to directly kill him with one palm. His head shattered.
"Oops."
Seeing that the Minister of Rites returned to the Hundred Official Sequence with a blank face, daring to be angry but not daring to speak, Emperor Qu Peng held his chest very sincerely and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now I suddenly feel that my heart is much better. By the way, how did you go about arresting the murderer of the prince?"
"This, go back to Your Majesty."
The Minister of Punishment, who was in charge of supervising the matter, bravely stood up and stood up in the queue, burying his head deeply at waist level.
"The ministers and others are incompetent, the matter of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still... I have no clue."
"A bunch of trash!"
Emperor Qu Peng patted the dragon chair, causing the two eunuchs beside him to shrink in fright.
"What about the bounty offered by me? Has there been any progress with the group of people in the arena who boast of their high martial arts skills?"
"Go back to Your Majesty."
The voice of the minister of punishment was a little trembling.
"None of those Jianghu people who took over the job have come back..."
"Damn!"
Emperor Qu Peng was furious:
"Since the people in the rivers and lakes can't figure it out, then give me more money! Please come to the more advanced cultivators! And what about the offerings? Where are the sacrifices that I raised?! Ask them to check it out for me!"
"But Your Majesty, if you want to attract monks, that price..."
The Minister of Punishment hesitated.
"Your grandma's Dingguo is not short of money! Give me more money!"
Emperor Qu Peng said angrily:
"Whether the other party is a human or a ghost, I must smash the corpse of the guy who killed the prince! Go!"