Outside the Southwest King's Mansion, a monk walked over and looked at the mansion in front of him. After hesitating for a mont, he stepped forward and respectfully saluted the two soldiers in front of the mansion, saying politely:
"Amitabha, two generals, the monk has sothing to discuss with the queen. Can you please inform her on my behalf?"
"You want to see the queen?"
In front of the mansion, the two soldiers glanced at each other, and one of them asked.
"Yes, the monk knows the whereabouts of Princess Qing Qing and wants to inform the queen," the monk said.
Upon hearing this, the two soldiers burst into laughter and said, "Monk, if you want to deceive for a reward, you should inquire clearly first. The princess has returned to the mansion for several days. It's too late to co for a reward now!"
"The princess has returned to the mansion?"
The monk's expression slightly condensed, and he said, "Is this true?"
"How could it be false? Monk, go on your way. In consideration of your status as a monk, we will spare you this ti, but don't let it happen again!"
One of the soldiers responded and then impatiently began to drive the monk away.
The monk took a step back, looking at the mansion in front of him with a more solemn expression.
Strange, Princess Qing Qing is clearly dead.
Could this matter be related to the demonic aura in the mansion just now?
Thinking of this, the monk turned and left from the front of the mansion, standing silently across the street, waiting.
He wanted to see if there really was a demon in the mansion!
At the sa ti, in the courtyard of the mansion, an argunt broke out. Before long, a young girl rushed out and ran to the water pavilion in the courtyard.
In the pavilion, San Zang, who was ditating, opened his eyes and saw the girl running towards him with a look of confusion, "Princess, what's the matter?"
"I'm so angry!"
Qing Qing looked aggrieved and said, "The queen actually wants to go to the Capital of Shang and marry so Great Prince!"
After hearing this, San Zang's eyes flashed with a different color, and he said, "Princess, the queen is your mother. Why do you address her like that?"
Qing Qing looked startled, and then said sowhat guiltily, "I'm just angry!"
"Princess, although I am a monk, I have also heard that marriages in the mortal world are arranged by parents and matchmakers. The marriage arranged by the queen must have been carefully selected. Why are you so angry?" San Zang asked in confusion.
"I don't like it!"
Qing Qing said angrily, "I want to marry the person I like."
At this point, Qing Qing looked at the young monk beside her and said, "Monk, take away. I don't like anyone else except you!"
"Amitabha!"
San Zang heard this and recited the Buddha's na, saying, "Forgive , Princess, please don't say such things. I am a monk and have devoted my life to the Buddha."
"What's wrong with being a monk? Can't a monk have soone they like?" Qing Qing said angrily.
"No."
San Zang shook his head firmly and said.
"I don't care!"
Qing Qing once again held onto his arm and said, "I don't want to marry so Great Prince."
San Zang frowned, broke free from her grasp, and then stood up, clasping his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Princess, I really have to leave!"
After speaking, San Zang turned and prepared to leave.
"If you leave, I'll jump down."
Behind him, Qing Qing spoke with a serious expression.
San Zang hesitated for a mont, then bit his lip and continued to walk forward.
"Plunk!"
At that mont, the sound of soone falling into the water ca from behind, piercing the air.
Hearing the movent behind him, San Zang hurriedly turned around, only to see that the pavilion behind him was now empty.
"Princess!"
San Zang's face showed an anxious expression as he walked quickly towards the pavilion, without any hesitation, he jumped into the water.
Before long, San Zang erged from the water, holding an unconscious girl and struggling to pull her onto the pavilion.
"Princess!"
In the pavilion, San Zang shook the unconscious girl vigorously, calling out anxiously.
"Monk."
After a few breaths, Qing Qing coughed a few tis, weakly opened her eyes, and grabbed the monk's clothes, saying, "Don't leave."
"Why are you doing this, Princess?" San Zang sighed lightly and said.
Qing Qing held onto his clothes tightly, closed her eyes, and refused to let go.
San Zang fell silent, looking at the pitiful girl in front of him, and for so reason, a complex emotion rose in his heart.
Buddha, what should he do?
Not far away, the queen, who had heard about her daughter falling into the water, hurriedly walked over and happened to see the scene in the pavilion, frowning.
"Queen."
A servant stepped forward and respectfully saluted.
"Arrange a carriage and personnel to go to the Capital City imdiately, and send the princess to the Capital of Shang tomorrow," the queen said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
The servant took the order and quickly left.
By the water's edge, the queen looked at the pavilion in front of her, and after a mont, she snorted coldly and turned to leave.
A dood fate!
The next day, as the sky brightened, the carriage and the entourage for the princess's departure to the Capital of Shang were already assembled in front of the mansion, ready to send her off.
Another argunt broke out in the mansion, this ti even more intense.
The queen's attitude was very firm, with no hint of compromise.Half an hour later, Qing Qing left the inner courtyard in a huff, wanting to go to the water pavilion again.
However, the guards in the mansion stopped her.
"Princess, it's ti to leave!"
The general who had brought Qing Qing back to the mansion before walked over and said respectfully.
"I'm not going to the capital!" Qing Qing said angrily.
"Under the order of the princess, I cannot disobey. I'm sorry, Princess!"
The general said, then looked at the two guards in front, signaling them to take the princess away.
"Let go of !"
Qing Qing was furious, and green light flashed in her eyes. She was about to resist, but then she suddenly paused and saw a little monk not far away.
Qing Qing's body imdiately softened, and she stopped resisting.
Not far away, San Zang watched the princess being taken away by the guards from the mansion, and a look of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
"Little monk, even if I die, I won't marry that prince."
Under the coercion of the guards from the mansion, Qing Qing opened her mouth and said in a low voice, her voice not loud but resolute.
Ten steps away, San Zang heard Qing Qing's words, and although his expression remained calm, he struggled more and more in his heart.
Shortly after the mansion's entourage left, San Zang walked out of the mansion, looking at the direction of the convoy in the distance, silent and struggling.
"Namo Amitabha."
After a long ti, San Zang chanted the Buddha's na and made up his mind.
The princess's character is strong, and if she is forced, she might really seek death.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and he can't really ignore it!
San Zang convinced himself in this way and then followed.
Half a day later, the mansion's entourage left the capital and headed towards the Great Shang capital in the east.
In the rear of the convoy, San Zang followed from a distance, not wanting the princess to discover him.
Inside the carriage, Qing Qing kept lifting the curtain to look back, hoping to find a familiar figure.
But after looking several tis, she still didn't see him.
A touch of sadness flashed across Qing Qing's beautiful face. Could it be that he didn't follow?
As Qing Qing, the princess, set off for the Great Shang capital, the capital beca very lively because of the impending opening of the celestial book.
For several days, all eyes were on the Imperial Academy, waiting for the mont when the celestial book would truly open.
The ninth day!
In the western courtyard of Li Yuan, an extrely arrogant laughter rang out, spreading throughout the mansion.
"I finally mastered it! Haha!"
At the end of the Red Line Formation, Li Ziye stood with his hands on his hips, looking up and laughing heartily, with a disdainful look and a proud chin.
In the inner courtyard, Slovenly Zhang heard the arrogant laughter from the western courtyard, and a strange look flashed across his old face.
He actually mastered the third move of the Flying Immortal Art in the first realm!
Although this kid has good cultivation resources that make people jealous, being able to master the third move of the Flying Immortal Art in just over a month is also comndable. He even dares to use the potent dicine, which is bitter and astringent, to restore his Genuine Qi. This kid is really ruthless when he goes all out.
He finds it disgusting, and he doesn't even know how the kid swallowed it.
But mastering the third move of the Flying Immortal Art also brings great rewards, aning that this kid truly has the qualifications to challenge the young generation of experts from now on.
Although he is still far behind Unparalleled Arrogance, Bai Wangyu, and Yan Xiaoyu, there are only a few people like Unparalleled Arrogance, Bai Wangyu, and Yan Xiaoyu in the world.
"Congratulations, Brother Li."
In the western courtyard, Bai Wangyu looked at the young man who was about to take off and smiled.
"Be modest, be modest!"
Li Ziye laughed heartily with his hands on his hips. "I am indeed a genius."
"Brother Li, do you want to have a little competition?"
Bai Wangyu took out the Taiyi Sword and smiled.
"Uh."
Li Ziye's smile froze at the words, and he said awkwardly, "No need."
"Hey, there's no harm in having a little competition. Martial arts need to be practiced regularly to understand how far you have co." Bai Wangyu smiled.
"Get lost!"
Seeing the smile on the other's face, Li Ziye suddenly realized that Little Red Riding Hood was deliberately provoking him, and he said with a displeased expression, "Old Bai, you are becoming more and more unruly!
He's just a little proud, is it too much, too much!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Just then, the sound of a bell suddenly rang out in the sky above the capital, this ti, it rang three tis in a row, shaking the entire capital.
"The celestial book has opened!"
All eyes turned to the direction of the Imperial Academy and spoke in unison.
In the western courtyard, Bai Wangyu heard the bell ringing in the sky above the capital, and his expression also beca serious. He looked in the direction of the Imperial Academy and said, "The celestial book has opened, Brother Li, let's go!"Having said that, Bai Wangyu waved his hand to put away the Taiyi Sword and strode towards the western chamber.
"So hasty."
Li Ziye was taken aback, then quickly gathered his wits and hurried after him.
Imperial Academy.
As the Heavenly To appeared, a surge of vast righteousness and a radiance of ten thousand zhang illuminated heaven and earth.
Within the dazzling white light, a stone stele faintly erged. The stele was sowhat damaged, yet it exuded an indescribable oppressive force.
In front of the Heavenly To, the Confucian Scholar stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the stele ahead, with ancient eyes flickering with specks of light.
Who will be the one to have their na engraved on the Heavenly To this ti?
In the extre night of the cold winter, monsters devour humans; the human world needs a variable, a variable that can change everything!
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