Song of Adolescence - z1Chapter 2

Apocalyptic Palace.

Feixuan and Li Fansong waited outside the door, quietly waiting for Emperor Tianzheng’s call.

Now that the new emperor has just ascended the throne, the national teacher has passed away, the vitality of Dali Temple is severely injured, and only one of the five prisons is left. His master Anger Jianxian can’t stand the troubles of the Apocalypse City and leave with his sword.

“The emperor is not in a stable position,” Li Fansong murmured.

“Little Master, you can’t talk nonsense about this.” Fei Xuan was so frightened by these words that he hurriedly interrupted him.

Li Fansong felt boring, shrugged and stopped talking.

Two people, one standing respectfully and respectfully standing in place, the other carelessly looking left and right, it was as if Feixuan was the uncle of the master, and Li Fansong was the little boy.

After a long time, the temple door slowly opened. A little **** opened the door and said softly: “Please come in, two of you.”

“Thank you, father-in-law.” Feixuan bowed and walked in with Li Fansong.

Emperor Tianzheng sat on the couch, his body was thinner than before, and his complexion was a little haggard. He saw the two of them and smiled slightly: “I heard that there was a small celestial master from Qingcheng Mountain in the Qin Tianjian, but he didn’t expect this to be the case. Little little heavenly master.”

Fei Xuan pulled the reluctant Li Fansong and leaned down and bowed: “See your Majesty.”

“This is Mr. Xie’s apprentice Li Fansong. Mr. Xie used to be Mr. Jiujiu in Apocalypse City. All the princes have studied under him. You and Gu are also brothers, so don’t be too polite.” Tianzheng Emperor Whispered.

Feixuan and Li Fansong stood up. Li Fansong was born in the rivers and lakes, and they are friends with the people in Xueyue City. Naturally, there is no respect for the emperor in the heart of the Tianzheng Emperor. Second, it’s not that the yamen arrested quickly. Why did you look for us?”

Emperor Tianzheng is also straightforward: “I’m looking for you, because you are friends of that person.”

Li Fansong was taken aback, and Feixuan was also taken aback. This was what Xie Xuan had just said before they came, but he didn’t expect Emperor Tianzheng to speak so directly. Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Emperor Tianzheng sighed lightly: “Because you are friends of that person, so when you look into this matter, you will not randomly suspect the blame on that person. The world is always stupid and always thinks of others. It’s as vulgar as yourself, your friend won’t do such boring things, and believes it all.”

A wave of admiration rose in Li Fansong’s heart, and he clasped his fist and said: “Fansong will help your Majesty find the real culprit.”

Fei Xuan raised his head and suddenly felt shocked. He turned around suddenly: “Someone!”

Emperor Tianzheng and Li Fansong were both masters of martial arts, but neither of them noticed that there were other people outside the temple. What’s more, there were many conservatives outside the temple. Who could approach easily? Feixuan threw a paper butterfly out of his arms, and the paper butterfly went with the wind. Beyond the hall, the little **** looked curiously, and secretly reached out and grabbed it, but saw the paper butterfly suddenly speeding up and moving forward quickly .

But one hand held the paper butterfly firmly in his hand.

“The power of the big dragon elephant, good.” The man laughed loudly and flicked his finger. Bounced the paper butterfly back.

Feixuan walked out of the hall, put the paper butterfly into his arms, and hurriedly said: “Hou Ye.”

Lan Yuehou smiled: “Why are you here?”

Feixuan turned his head and saw Li Fansong coming out. Emperor Tianzheng didn’t follow him. He just said, “Uncle Emperor, I’m alone in discussing with the two of them to visit Qingcheng Mountain in summer time. You go first, Uncle Emperor invites you in.”

Lan Yuehou nodded: “Qingcheng Mountain, I have also admired for a long time.” After speaking, he stepped into the palace.

Li Fansong glanced at him and said in a low voice, “Can’t even Lan Yuehou know about this?”

“I’m afraid it’s not only the inability to know, but the most inability to know.” Feixuan sighed.

“You are so young. It’s better not to touch these tricky things. We will give it to you tonight!” Li Fansong said sternly.

Outside the palace gate, inside the imperial city.

The swordsman in red was sitting in the wine shop, drinking slowly. He looked down and saw a gorgeous carriage going out of the city under tight escort. He smiled: “He also left?”

The little Er who was serving the food gave a startled look: “The son knows him? He is the third son of the Mu family, the richest man in Qingzhou, and it is said that he will still be the heir of the Mu family.”

The red swordsman shook his head: “How do I know them, I just heard it.”

“Oh.” Xiao Er was about to leave, but was stopped by the swordsman in red. He looked at the foreign visitors wearing Taoist robes in the corner, frowning slightly, “Why are there so many Taoist priests in Apocalypse recently?”

Xiao Er glanced at the Taoist priests and whispered: “Guest officer, you don’t know anything. Recently, the three-year Taoist convention of Apocalypse City, Taoist priests from all over the world will attend. Can be selected as a heavenly master. But this year is different.”

“Where is it different?” The red swordsman drank a glass of wine thoughtfully.

“This year the national teacher is gone, and they say that many of them are not for the celestial teacher, but for the position of the national teacher.” Xiao Er said.

“Just rely on them?” The red swordsman laughed loudly, deliberately increasing his tone, “Do you still want to be a national teacher?”

In the corner were five Taoists in purple clothes, one was an old Taoist with white beard and hair, three middle-aged Taoists, and a handsome young Taoist. They all drank tea at first, but they could hear the red clothes. After the swordsman’s words were obviously provocative, one of the middle-aged Taoists put down his teacup heavily: “What did you say?”

The red swordsman raised his eyebrows and glanced at them slantingly: “Shenxiao Sect?”

The middle-aged Taoist sneered: “The expression in his eyes is swift, but since you know that we are the Shenxiao Sect, you should know that what you just said was wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” The red swordsman shrugged, “Dare you really have the heart to be a national teacher?”

“You talk too much.” The middle-aged Taoist leaped forward, swept away his long sleeves, and swept the flask in front of the red swordsman to the ground. He didn’t intend to hurt people, but only demonstrated. But the swordsman in red did not care, still picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and put down the wine glass.

As if nothing happened.

Except for an extra sword on the table.

The middle-aged Taoist backed away, and the long sleeves had been cut with a long cut.

“Send the most powerful one.” The red swordsman smiled.

The old Dao with white hair and beard sighed: “It seems that the young man was sent to our gods. He is not talented and has no desire to compete for national teachers. He just came to the city to meet Dao friends and bring The doorman sees the world.”

The red swordsman stretched out a finger and shook it gently: “I’m not talking about you, it’s him.”

The direction of the finger finally fell on the handsome young Taoist.