After some physical persuasion, although Zhao Yan still didn't believe it, he nodded and admitted his mistake due to the situation.
He judged others by his own standards and mistook a gentleman for a treacherous villain.
“Weihuohu, I know what you are thinking. If you don’t believe me, then you don’t believe me. Even if I beat you to death today, you will only believe in your own principles.” Lu Bei wiped the blood off his fist and shook his head to show his understanding.
Without a bit of stubbornness, how can you achieve the Mahayana stage of cultivation
Zhao Yan also touched his bruised face and nose. As he healed, he was left with the scar Lu Bei gave him. "National affairs are of great importance. They concern Xuanlong's thousand-year foundation. I cannot trust others easily."
Seeing this, Lu Bei rarely stopped preaching and did not insist on the other party admitting his mistake.
There's nothing he can do, he really likes white hair.
Outside Gushan City, Zhao Fangce wanted to blow himself up to defend the country's border. The heroic souls of the Zhao family came to his mind vividly. He hated the Zhu family for not living up to their expectations, but at the same time, he spoke highly of the Zhao family.
Another thing is Xuanlong's determination to fight the demon clan without retreating. From any perspective, his contribution to the human race is indelible.
Putting himself in his shoes, Lu Bei was convinced that if he were in Xuanlong's position, he would have run away long ago.
If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. No matter who cares, he can't hold it up anyway.
Because he didn't have it, he admired her. Lu Bei decided to give Zhao Yanye another chance: "There are some things and some people that I can't say clearly. For the last time, I have an average relationship with Qinglong. She is not worthy and has no right to order me. This trip is indeed to help Xuanlong."
"snort!"
Zhao Yan was also very tough, gritting his teeth and said: "In this case, Zhao has also made a promise. If you misunderstand Master Lu, I will give you this blind head."
Lu Bei's eyes lit up: "How much can your head sell for?"
"… "
boom!!!
The void exploded for the third time, and Lu Beifeng walked out calmly, with Zhao Yanye, who had a bruised face, next to him.
Because Zhao Yanye's head was really valuable, Lu Bei decided to treat him decently, so that the goods would not depreciate before they were sold.
"Senior is really amazing. I was lucky to win a small victory today. Thank you for showing mercy and not making me look bad in public." Lu Bei praised.
"Master Lu, why do you say that? It's just a competition. Neither you nor I tried our best. Don't take it seriously." Zhao Yan also spoke in a muffled voice with some leaks in his words.
No, this is called human transparency.
After a period of business flattery, Zhao Yan also said that old people are far less physically strong than young people and he is ready to take the lead.
He failed to leave and was stopped by Zhao Fangce.
Zhao Yanye: “…”
You little bastard, do you know how badly I was injured? He almost beat me to death on the spot!
Zhao Yan knew his own body clearly and he also knew that he could not hold on any longer. But seeing that Zhao Fangce's expression was extremely solemn, he decided to listen to what the emperor wanted to say.
At this time, Lu Bei had already broken through the void and left, with Zhao Wuyou following closely behind him like a little tail.
"Uncle, do you know King Zhao Qinyan?"
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about? Zhao has met Jiang Suxin before, so how could he not know that year..."
Zhao Yan also frowned, reminiscing about the glorious past, and immediately started the old man's chattering mode of reminiscing.
Perhaps because of his severe injuries, his recollection was full of a scrolling lantern style, he could not remember some things, was vague in his words, and added a little bit of self-beautification.
To put it briefly, the demon clan was rampant that year. A great demon clan leader with the blood of eight emperors and kings went to the front line of Jingyue Kingdom. The human cultivators fought tragically in the life and death arena and no one survived. Zhao Yan and Jiang Suxin joined forces to force the enemy to retreat.
Zhao Fangce: “…”
In a one-on-one duel in the arena of life and death, why can you join forces with Jiang Suxin
Emperor Xuanlong was a man of few words. He had never liked nonsense since he was a child. He did not express his doubts and waited quietly for Zhao Yanye's reel to finish.
"What a pity, Jiang Suxin is gone, there is no such person in the world anymore."
Zhao Yan also sighed, and then said helplessly: "I heard something on the front line. The sword master Tian Mingzi strongly recommended Jiang Suxin to ascend. The two of them compared swords and discussed the Dao. Jiang Suxin had too many distractions and was ultimately defeated..."
"Zhao Qin had Jiang Suxin before and Tian Mingzi after. How great it would be if I, Xuan Long, could be like this!"
"Can."
"Um?"
Zhao Yan also let out a sigh and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by that? Don't tease me, an old man. Xuanlong's foundation is several times worse than Zhaoqin's."
"Fourth Uncle, Tianmingzi is Lu Bei."
A loud thunder exploded in his ears, and Zhao Yan's body shook and he became unconscious. It took him a long time to recover from the impact.
"Your Majesty, you..."
“That’s true!”
"No wonder, no wonder..."
Zhao Yan also touched the healed wound, the lingering pain of the Immortal Sword Intent, and murmured: "The Grandmaster of Sword Dao... Qinglong is not worthy... So that's how it is, I misunderstood him."
"Fourth Uncle, what are you talking about? Are you hiding something from me?" Zhao Fangce asked in a deep voice.
"No, I advise Your Majesty not to interfere!"
Zhao Yanye's eyes turned cold and his hair and beard fluttered.
Zhao Fangce stared at him without giving in, with the golden dragon's energy protecting his body, and said firmly: "I am the king of Xuanlong, and you are just a subject. I asked a question, and you must answer it!"
The atmosphere in the field was solemn. Tools No. 31 and No. 36 were under tremendous pressure, and they still stood beside Zhao Fangce with blood coming out of their mouths and noses.
"Your Majesty..."
After all, young people have better physical strength and sharper vision. Zhao Yan also took the initiative to give in and bowed his head and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. Your Majesty already has Xuan Long on his shoulders. I can't let Your Majesty shoulder more. Please trust me and don't ask any more questions."
Zhao Fangce: “…”
Looking at his uncle whose hair was all white, not silver, he sighed and let the matter go.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Zhao Yan also wiped the sweat from his forehead and said some flattering words like "Heaven-sent wise emperor" and "Xuanlong has no worries".
After a long while, there was no commercial promotion.
"There is one more thing. Since Your Majesty has stopped the guilty minister, it is better to settle it today than to wait for another day."
Zhao Yan also pursed his lips and said, "May I ask, Your Majesty, how much do you think my head is worth?"
When it comes to money, Zhao Fangce immediately becomes alert: "Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't play dumb with me."
"I made a bet with Sect Master Lu that if he misunderstood me, I would give him my head as compensation. Just now, I heard from your majesty that I did misunderstand him, so your majesty..."
"Xuan Long has no money!"
Zhao Fangce was decisive and left no room for maneuver.
"Your Majesty, I am your fourth uncle!"
"So what? I have no money, and my fourth uncle doesn't need a head."
"… "
Zhao Yanye: Tell this to Lu Bei and see if he believes it.
"However, although Xuanlong has no money, Xiongchu, Wuzhou and Qi Yan are quite wealthy. Fourth uncle, do you understand what I mean?" Zhao Fangce raised the corner of his mouth, and because of the scar, his handsome face looked extremely hideous.
Zhao Yan also suddenly realized, his scars doubled, and his smile became even more ferocious: "Your Majesty, the times are different now, Wu Zhou is not suitable... right?"
"That makes sense, then Xiong Chu and Qi Yan."
"Your Majesty is wise!"
—
"What are you doing here?"
In the quiet room, Lu Bei looked at Zhao Wuyou who followed him in and closed the door. He tilted his head and said, "When I say close the door, I mean you should close it after you leave. Do you understand?"
don't know!
Zhao Wuyou shook his head, took a deep breath, walked in front of Lu Bei, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a kiss with trembling eyelashes.
When their lips touched, a heat swept through her body, making her waist and legs numb. She couldn't exert any strength in her body and almost couldn't stand.
Lu Bei raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, blinked, and looked at the delicate face so close to him. He thought to himself that she was worthy of him, her whole body was sweet, and the back of her hands were fragrant.
Otherwise, Baimao wouldn't have kissed so passionately.
After a while, Zhao Wuyou covered his face with his hands and sat dejectedly in the corner of the couch, looking gray and worn out.
Knowing that the kiss she had mustered up the courage to give was all given to the back of Lu Bei's hand, she looked like she was indifferent to the world.
Lu Bei didn't laugh. He picked up a bunch of silver hair and swept it around Zhao Wuyou's ear, blowing the wind and said, "Sister Wuyou, do you have a mission tonight?"
Zhao Wuyou was probably in trouble, so he made up his mind, pushed Lu Bei down on the couch, turned over and rode on him.
Bang!
In a flash, he was pressed there again.
Lu Bei clamped Zhao Wuyou's soft hands and pinned her down, making her unable to move. Seeing the little butt twisting back and forth, he slapped her in the face without thinking.
There was a crisp sound, followed by a trembling hum. Lu Bei's scalp tingled and a surge of evil fire surged up, and he almost couldn't control himself.
"Sorry, I used too much force. Let me blow it for you."
Lu Bei opened his mouth and... After thinking about it, he decided to give up. He raised his hand and rubbed the bruise the size of his palm mark.
The only way to heal your wounds is with a cup of tea.
Seeing that the wound was getting bigger and bigger and had already spread to the chest, Lu Bei stopped the loss in time and stopped this failed treatment.
Sitting on the couch, Zhao Wuyou felt as soft as if he had no bones, his eyes were blurred and he was breathing heavily. He felt as if he was surrounded by clouds and mist, and he didn't even know where his soul was.
Lu Bei patted his face, held his shoulders and shook them several times before he called his soul back. Looking at Zhao Wuyou who was blushing and lowering his head, he said with a smile: "What's wrong? Weren't you very brave just now?"
"… "
Zhao Wuyou fidgeted on the couch, changing several positions but still feeling extremely uncomfortable. Finally, he put his legs together and knelt in front of Lu Bei, only to feel better.
"I have already guessed the general situation. Emperor Xuanlong has intentions, but I want to be alone tonight, so I will not entertain you, sister." Lu Bei raised his hand and pointed at the door, ready to see the guest off.
Zhao Wuyou shook his head repeatedly, glanced at Lu Bei, quickly lowered his head, and murmured a few words in a mosquito-like voice.
The voice was too quiet, but Lu Bei still heard it. He raised his hand and pressed the white-haired head to rub it: "It's okay, I won't change people. Others are not as fun as you. Tell Emperor Xuanlong that if he dares to change people, this sect master will dare to go to Xiongchu to help carry on the family line."
"Then, then tonight..."
"Alright, I'm a kind-hearted sect leader, so I'll help you to the end. You can sleep here tonight. Remember to be quiet and don't snore."
Lu Bei smiled and nodded, picked up the futon on the couch and threw it directly to the ground.
Zhao Wuyou's eyelids twitched, and he walked down from the couch very well according to the rules. Suddenly, his shoulders felt tight and he was pushed back to his original position in a daze.
Lu Bei walked past him, sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and said nothing.
"Lu..."
"Silence."