Although there are thousands of people, I will go.
Xuanyuan Po felt that he could try to do this kind of thing.
But if it becomes what the archbishop said, tens of millions of people will die, Xuanyuan Po is a little uncertain, and based on his understanding of His Highness Luo Luo, if His Highness knows that there will be such a huge price to pay, he may tidy up overnight. The dowry will be married the next morning.
The archbishop stood on tiptoe and patted Xuanyuan Po's shoulder, looked at him meaningfully, and left together with the steward of the Tang family.
The patriarch of the Xiong Clan who had been waiting at the alley for a long time came over, gave Xuanyuan Po a deep look, and then patted him on the shoulder.
He doesn't need to stand on tiptoe, because he is bigger and taller than Xuanyuan Po.
"Officials from Dazhou went to the imperial city, but they didn't come here, which means that their court doesn't mind His Highness marrying the second prince from Daxizhou."
The patriarch of the Xiong clan said: "What does His Majesty the Pope think?"
Xuanyuan Po said: "He probably doesn't know about this yet."
The patriarch of the bear clan said: "Is it your own idea today?"
Xuanyuan Po hummed.
The patriarch of the Xiong Clan looked at him and sighed, and said: "I asked you to go back to the tribe, but you refused and insisted on staying in Baidi City. I can't help you."
Xuanyuan Po said very seriously: "In the future, I will contribute to the tribe."
"I'll talk about it later. What I want to say is that you have already won in Songding, why did you go to the other two arenas? This has already broken the rules of the selection ceremony."
The patriarch of the Xiong Clan gestured two numbers and said, "If it weren't for these two to be your guarantors, the empress would have prevented you from entering the Tianshu tomorrow."
Looking at the patriarch's hand, Xuanyuan Po was a little surprised, thinking to himself why the two big figures, the patriarch of the Xiang clan and the patriarch of the noble clan, would speak for him
He said: "I didn't think that much, and I didn't mean to break the rules on purpose. I just thought that whoever dares to have ambitions for His Highness, I will beat him down."
The patriarch of the Xiong Clan thought about what Xuanyuan Po said in front of the imperial city, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said: "You are not small, but can you beat Xiaode?"
Xuanyuan Po thought about it seriously, and came to a very definite conclusion: "I can't beat it."
The thick eyebrows raised by the patriarch of the Xiong Clan lowered just now, he sighed, and said, "Then what's the point of your saying these words?"
Xuanyuan Po said: "I want to try, at least I must persevere till the end."
The patriarch of the Xiong clan understood what he meant. The so-called persistence to the end was just delaying time.
If it can be delayed for one more day, the possibility of waiting for the state religion to respond will be greater, although it seems that the hope is still very slim.
There are 80,000 miles of mountains and rivers between Baidi City and Kyoto, and the prohibition in the holy battle the day before yesterday severed the connection between the two sides.
The patriarch of the Xiong Clan thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Xiaode may not persevere to the end."
Xuanyuan Po was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, not understanding the meaning of these words.
"When you participated in the selection ceremony, all you thought about was His Highness's marriage."
The patriarch of the Xiong Clan stared into his eyes and said, "But don't forget, their purpose is to become the White Emperor."
Xuanyuan Po couldn't understand even more, if he could win the selection ceremony and marry His Highness Luoluo, wouldn't he be the next generation of Baidi
The patriarch of the bear clan left without explaining anything, but left some very serious words at the end.
"You have the ability to let these priests and Tang family stewards protect you. It is indeed because of the Orthodox Academy, but don't forget that the clan sent you to the capital, even if you insist on playing as the Orthodox Academy. , but don't be too crooked, and consider the interests of the clan more when acting."
Xuanyuan Po did not refute and remained silent. Because this sentence is very reasonable, without the selection and consideration of the tribe, he would never have had the opportunity to go to the capital, let alone know Chen Changsheng and Luoluo, and then become the third student of the Orthodox Academy.
Seeing the burly figure of the Xiong Clan patriarch gradually disappearing into the night, Xuanyuan Po suddenly thought of Tang Thirty-Six.
If Tang Sanshiliu heard these words, he would definitely laugh at his fat and big butt, there was no way he could sit on a bench.
Yes, why worry about which side the buttocks should sit on? Wouldn’t it be good to sit on two benches at the same time
Xuanyuan Po suddenly felt that his body was much lighter, turned around and walked towards the depths of the alley.
The soldiers of the Xiong Clan guarded the outermost alleys, the masters of the Tang family and several strong cultivators from Tiannan occupied the high places, and the priests of the West Wilderness Temple stood guard outside the alleys.
The alley was very quiet, without any sound.
Not far away is the Tianshu Temple in Songding, which is very quiet in the night, and the smell of lamp oil can be vaguely smelled.
In the deepest part of the alley is the small courtyard where Xuanyuan Po lived for several years.
He pushed open the wooden door and walked into the courtyard, stepped over the white cobblestones, took off his boots, bathed his feet in clean water, and stood on the wooden floor.
He glanced at the dwarf pine tree by the white wall, took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked into the house.
It seemed quiet outside the small courtyard, but in fact there were many people hidden, except for those who were ordered to protect him, there were also many people who were staring at him indifferently.
Those sights may come from certain tribes, from the Presbyterian Church, from Daxizhou, and of course the most come from the Yaozu imperial court.
If anyone finds out that the two powerhouses in the sacred domain who are wanted by the imperial court have always lived in this small courtyard...
Xuanyuan Po was very sure that no matter whether the warriors in the tribe or the priests and the strong practitioners of the human race, they could not prevent the small courtyard from being directly crushed.
The wounds of Different Kind of Red and Infinite Bi seem to be...healed
Xuanyuan Po didn't know medical skills, so he couldn't be sure.
Infinite Bi bled profusely after breaking his arm, and his face was still pale, but he ate all the steamed buns he brought in the morning.
Bie Yanghong still sat there quietly like last night, with a calm demeanor.
Xuanyuan Po then noticed that the color of those crystal stones on the floor had faded a lot, and the positions of those wooden towers seemed to have moved as well.
"Are you... are you okay?"
The lights in the room were a little dim, and he couldn't confirm whether the death in the other red eyebrows had dissipated.
Bie Yanghong said with a gentle expression, "It's better, but I'm a little hungry."
Xuanyuan Po woke up and hurriedly turned around and went out to prepare some dinner.
After pushing open the paper door, he stopped, turned around, saluted Bie Yanghong seriously, and said, "Thank you."
What he thanked was the words Bie Yanghong said to him in the early morning.
The combat experience of a strong mainlander is the most precious gain for any practitioner.
Walking out of the house, he took out firewood from the neat pile of firewood and started cooking.
There are not many winter vegetables in the house, so he simply cooked two dishes and stewed a bowl of bacon and potato rice.
Bie Yanghong thanked her after receiving the meal.
Infinity Bi's face was still ugly, but after all, he didn't say anything ugly, just hummed twice.