Chapter 204 A letter to the old ghost from the East, the Spirit Slayer Master

In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine shines on the Lanxian Pavilion courtyard.

Master Xing had already walked into the hall carrying a small basket and wearing a decent Confucian shirt.

He is a member of the Ministry of Rites, a foreign minister, and a priest of the "Guoziyuan", the emperor's royal academy. He is a fourth-rank official, highly respected and knowledgeable.

He and his colleagues were invited into the Jiang family to educate the two descendants of the Jiang family for seven days. He chose the eldest son who had returned home from exile. Money was the second most important thing. Teaching waste soil to become talented people and achieving temporary fame was the most important.

Although the prince did not agree with him these past seven days, he felt that with his talents and learning, he would eventually influence this scoundrel.

After entering the main hall, the prince sat upright and waited. Satisfied, he sat down at the desk, took out the book and started to explain. Then he glanced at the prince, who still ignored him and seemed to be writing something, as usual.

Master Xing shook his head and explained the scriptures from the shallower to the deeper.

After a while, the prince took out two letters and handed them to the maid not far away. The maid hurried out and he suddenly looked over: "I want to ask you a question, sir!"

Master Xing put down the book, with a solemn face, thinking that the opportunity had come, stroking his beard and smiling slightly: "Your Majesty, please ask!"

Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while: "If I have a grudge against two people and I want to write to them, how should I write it?"

Ying Jianying cupped her fists and said: "It depends on what materials the prince needs, how much true energy, and how much strength is needed to refine it properly!"

Xin Zhuo said: "First of all, I don't want a good reputation, and secondly, they won't be grateful!"

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He couldn't help but threw it aside: "Ignorant child! How can I spare you!"

Xin Zhuo smiled and continued to play with the two small swords in his hands. They were the "born elite soldiers" of the Jiang family's little grandmaster who was looking for Chanyi to come.

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Mr. Dongfang handed over the letter: "Just as you just guessed!"

Mu Qing'er took it, glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but angrily yelled: "This eldest son of the Jiang family is so evil. Do you really think that the Jiang family is omnipotent?"

"I fell into the lower class, but I am happy! I can't sell it for a price! I wonder if Mr. Xing has ever felt happy?"

"Well..." Master Xing was silent for a moment and continued stroking his beard: "I think that although this matter is offensive and indeed a bit bad, but if the prince is generous, turns the hostility into friendship, repays the grudge with kindness, and makes the two of them feel grateful, wouldn't it be more

Can it reflect the demeanor of a superior person and spread a good reputation for a while?"

"Ah this..." Master Xing's body trembled and his old eyes widened.

Xin Zhuo interrupted: "Sir, you might as well think about it from another angle. If I don't relieve my anger, I will feel depressed and do irrational things. If I am irrational, the Jiang family will not be peaceful. The Jiang family will not be peaceful. Maybe the thirty people on the border

The Qin army in Wanxi was not at peace either.

There is a female member in her twenties with a young man's bun and a dashing appearance, and a male member who is majestic and tall.

Master Xing threw down his sleeves angrily, stood up and left, but his figure looked a little more depressed.

Xin Zhuo waved his hand nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, the strong are always alone!"

Mr. Dongfang put down the letter, his face still had a calm look, but his right hand was shaking slightly unnoticeably.

"Have you ever thought about why the prince has enmity with two people? The enmity with one person may be due to that person's fault. If he has enmity with two people, is it because the prince also has something wrong?"

The midday sun shines on the huge Buddha statue in the Great Buddha Monastery, exuding a golden aftertaste, as if the entire Buddhist Monastery is shrouded in sacred Buddha light.

Xin Zhuo said: "I can't do it, I want to fuck them!"

"Sir, walk slowly!"

"Master, what's the matter?"

Master Xing frowned: "I'm curious, why did those two people splash the prince's dirty things all over him?"

Xin Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "If it's Shinto Qi, any condensation weapon can be used?"

Master Xing took the matter seriously, and his thinking was no longer directed at the issue of the crown prince itself.

Two people were sitting below.

Master Xing sighed: "Why can't the prince not care about mediocrity, be pure and arrogant in the world?"

Xin Zhuo said: "I told you, they are crazy!"

"I'm not happy! That's the end of today's teaching!"

The old hand was shaking rapidly. She had not been angry for a long time, but her disciple was arrested, and now the other party sent such a vulgar letter. The Clay Bodhisattva still has three points of fire nature.

Mr. Xing stroked his beard very quickly: "I have to stroke it!"

Xin Zhuo laughed and said: "One day these two people got sick and splashed shit all over me. Is it my fault too?"

Qiufeng Academy has nearly a hundred pavilions and pavilions, which have an antique charm, but today the students in broad robes and Confucian shirts are walking around in a hurry, seeming to have something on their mind.

Master Xing frowned, and his thoughts were a little confused: "When will the enemy retaliate? If the enemy avenges the enemy, won't there be more and more enemies in the future, which will be detrimental to oneself?"

Linghu Yi also frowned and said in a deep voice: "At the feet of the emperor, there is a powerful place in the capital. This Prince Jiang has no laws and must be beaten! This letter is full of vulgarity and the meaning of the words is messy. It is the words of a child in the market. Sir,

Please take it easy!"

Ying Jianying frowned and said: "The true energy of the Shinto seems to be able to seize thousands of soldiers in the world, but... the prince said that any number of soldiers can be condensed, which is unrealistic.

In a remote pavilion, Mr. Dongfang was sitting cross-legged behind a desk. He was wearing a washed white robe, silver hair, and boring old hands. He looked like a country farmer. He also opened the letter at this moment:

"Old ghost from the East, a brilliant man! Old thief with a green beard! You will return under the Nine Springs soon. How can you see your ancestors? You are narrow-minded, and you are in vain to be a master. You pretend to teach, but you have no capacity for others, and you are shameless.

,No

You know how to hide your body and shrink your head, just trying to get food and clothing, how dare you dress like a beast in front of me, pretending to be a master. Now I will arrest your disciples, women will take turns, and men will be discarded. From now on, I will shave your beard and hair, and let the world see you as an old man.

His ugly face!”

In "Lanxian Pavilion", Xin Zhuo curiously asked Mr. Xing who had turned pale.

Mu Qing'er and Linghu Yi, third-year students of Qiufeng Academy, ranked among the top ten among the three thousand students in the academy. They joined Mr. Dongfang's disciples half a year ago. They are both extremely talented people.

In the secluded side hall, the old Soul Slayer Master slowly opened the letter. Furukawa Muha's old eyes widened a little, and he saw a line of words written on it:

"Old bald donkey who destroys spirits, look at the sword! I knew you were having an affair with Old Ghost Dongfang, and everyone knows that you two have a strong love for each other! Did Old Ghost Dongfang say that to you: Dear Master, just accept it

Is it Lao Na?"

Mr. Dongfang smiled slightly and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, but he has fallen behind. I think highly of him!"

Breaking through to the Little Grand Master realm was about making "Elite Soldiers of Destiny", but he had no clue at all. He looked at the two girls Ying Jianying and Sai Qingzhu opposite who were in a daze: "How are things like Elite Soldiers of Destiny made?"

Sai Qingzhu's pupils contracted and his body became a little stiff.

Xin Zhuo concluded: "It is said that a cook who does not want to be a tailor is not a good soldier. Don't you understand the truth?"

Then the court was shaken, and when the court was shaken, the Great Zhou Dynasty was also in chaos. The chaos in the Great Zhou Dynasty would make all the countries in the four directions unrest, and there might be a war! In the end, the whole world was in riot, causing the universe to explode, human beings to be destroyed, and turned into nothingness.

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"Strong man..." Master Xing looked him up and down, "I still think this is not allowed..."

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A warrior's usual mentality and the habit of using weapons will leave their mark on the upper, middle and lower dantian palaces, and they will be transferred from Yuanchen palace as if they were born. That's why there are sword cultivators, sword cultivators, spear cultivators and so on in the world.

There are rules in the world, and one person cannot do everything in condensing weapons. If a sword cultivator turns to sword cultivator, he will probably waste a long time and his martial arts realm will stagnate!"

Xin Zhuo frowned, his thoughts were changing all the time. Although the weapon he was currently using was a gun, it didn't seem to have a fixed form of condensing weapons. It seemed that all kinds of weapons in the world could be used.

Am I a monster?
Chapter completed!