In the early morning, as soon as the city gate opened, Zhao Xuanqing took more than a hundred Taoist priests, rode a tall horse, holding a yellow apricot flag embroidered with Tai Chi, and surrounded by an eight-carrying sedan chair from the south gate of Luodu.
After the team walked ten miles south, Zhao Xuanqing commanded the little Taoists to line up neatly under the sun, waiting for Zhang Xuanyi's arrival.
Soon, an old Taoist priest with fairy-like appearance and slender figure appeared in the distance of the road, and walked leisurely to write songs in the morning sun.
"The six-one combination must be formed, and the bright gold light enters the Huachi Pond. It is called the golden liquid to produce feathered clothes, and it is suitable for all changes..."
I heard the song coming from a very far distance, but it was as clear and loud as in my ears, making the little Taoists intoxicated as if they heard the sound of immortals.
The old Taoist seemed to be walking steadily, but he walked very quickly. Before the little Taoists could come to their senses, he was already approaching.
"The real person in Fu Er is here, why don't you follow me to pick him up?" Zhao Xuanqing hurriedly rushed to meet him and said with a slight sensation:
"Meet the senior brother!"
Seeing that Zhao Zhenren was like this, those little Taoist priests who had never seen Zhang Xuanyi hurriedly knelt down and shouted:
"Meet the real person!"
Zhang Xuan had a green scarf and white robe, long beard and beautiful eyes, holding a whisk in his hand, and a golden gourd hanging on his waist. He walked all the way from Taishi Mountain, but his feet were not as dusty as his face, and his face was like a god.
"Young brother has been missing for a long time." Looking at such a big scene, Zhang Xuanyi frowned slightly, obviously not happy with such a pomp.
"Senior brother, please forgive me." Although Zhao Xuanqing was not good at martial arts, he was extremely clear-headed and immediately explained respectfully: "Every family in Beijing are looking forward to the senior brother entering Beijing. We still have to do what we should do."
Zhang Xuan had no taboos, so he naturally would not be restricted, so he didn't say anything else.
However, Zhao Xuanqing took the initiative to explain to the celestial girl: "The celestial girl said that she had discovered the trace of the Taiping Taoist demon girl the day before yesterday, so she left Beijing to investigate, so she could not welcome her senior brother in person."
"It's really disappointing." Zhang Xuan frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the goddess.
At this time, smoke and dust rose in the direction of Dingding Gate in the north, and a golden team drove towards the rising sun.
"It's the Yulin Guard." Zhao Xuanqing whispered to Zhang Xuanyi: "It should be sent by His Majesty to welcome his senior brother."
"Yes." Zhang Xuan nodded. Before he could speak, he saw a team rushing towards Changxia Gate in the distance.
Zhao Xuanqing put on a pergola and glanced at the team, and said, "It's the Xiahou clan's troops, it seems that Xiahou Ba has also received news."
"Of course you can't hide it from him." Zhang Xuanyi smiled faintly and said, "Come on, come on, you'll see each other anyway."
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While talking, both gangs were approaching.
On the Yulin Guard's side, the person who came to greet Zhang Xuanyi on behalf of the First Emperor was Huangfu Pixian, the Yulin Guard's eldest son Huangfu Xuan.
The Xiahou family, representing Xiahou Ba, came to greet him, which was the Secretary of the Secretariat Xiahou Bushu, and his third brother Xiahou Bushu.
The two gangs met each other on a narrow road and blocked a wide official road.
"The last general Huangfu Pixian, on the order of Your Majesty, comes with the emperor's eldest son to welcome the real person!"
Huangfu Pixian and Huangfu Xuan turned over and dismounted and came to Zhang Xuanyi to greet him.
"My younger brother Xiahou is not hurt or broken, come to welcome Zhenren Zhang. I have already prepared a small wine, please be sure to enjoy the treasure." Xiahou Bushen brothers also came up.
Zhang Xuanyi nodded slightly. He had acquainted with Huangfu Lie and Xiahou Ba. These people were all his juniors, so naturally they didn't have to be a conspiracy.
"Thank you for your kindness. The old Taoist should go back to the Tianshi Mansion for a while, and then go to the palace to pay homage to His Majesty tomorrow, and visit the old master the day after tomorrow."
After saying that, he got on the sedan chair carried by Zhao Xuanqing, surrounded by the little Taoist priests, and headed towards the blocked avenue.
The people on both sides dared not block the way, so they hurriedly gave way to both sides of the road to avoid blocking the way of the Heavenly Master.
Although Huangfu Pixian did not invite Zhang Xuanyi, he heard that he would go to see the emperor first, and he turned over and took Huangfu Xuan back home like a rooster who had won a fight.
Xiahou Bushen's face looked a little ugly. He looked at the crowd away and spat: "Is it a big deal to break our nose? Is it going to ruin our big thing again?"
"That may not be." Xiahou Bubo coughed lightly and shook his head and said, "Zhang Xuanyi is not a loyal and patriotic person. He stopped us before, but he did not want the chaos in the world to affect the interests of his Tianshidao. But now is different from the past. If he wants to continue peace in the world, he has to change his course!"
"Then why did he go to see Huangfu Yu first?" Xiahou Bushen's face cleared a little.
"That's normal. Huangfu Yu is also the emperor. Let's hear what the emperor said first so that he can bargain with his father, right? If he goes back and sees his father first, then the emperor, I will be really worried." Xiahou Bupo said a conversation and coughed for a while.
"Go back." Xiahou Bushen still believed this brother very much. He felt relieved when he heard this, and he also turned over.
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As soon as the news of Zhang Xuan entering Beijing came, the chaotic Luodu city became strangely quiet. Everyone was waiting for Zhenren Zhang to express his position. Before figuring out this, everyone tacitly stopped.
Only the evergreen bamboo forest in Lufang is full of a restless atmosphere of sharpening the knife.
"Master, Zhang Xuanyi is here." Lu Yun knelt in front of Lu Xian.
"Yeah, I understand." Lu Xian sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
"Master, it's time now, just give me a sure letter. Can you beat him?" Lu Yunbaba looked at Lu Xian and said.
"I will only know if I have to fight." Lu Xian said expressionlessly: "The last time I fought was thirteen years ago. Thirteen years have passed, who knows what level he is now."
"What is his level?" Huangfu Zhao lay on a bamboo mat, raising her head and pouring wine, and laughed: "Of course, it's a palm that beats Sun Yuanlang's level. You haven't seen Sun Yuanlang be forced into anything by him, locking himself in an iron house, and almost becoming a savage."
"Drink your bar." Lu Xian finally couldn't help but glance at Huangfu Zhao, and then said to Lu Yun: "I'll go first this time, no one of you is allowed to interfere, otherwise I will turn against you, have you heard?"
Lu Yun has been persuading Lu Xian not to always think about fighting alone with Zhang Xuanyi, and to give full play to his home field advantages and numerical advantages, and to do everything possible to deal with the old bull's nose.
Unfortunately, Lu Xian couldn't accept his unconventional plan at all. But I think so, Lu Xian has hardly left home for thirteen years. Isn't it just to beat Zhang Xuanyi? How could this powerful obsession be changed by Lu Yun's words?
"Oh, I really don't cry until I see the coffin. Let's wait to collect the body for him." Huangfu Zhao curled his lips and continued to eat his wine heartlessly.
Chapter completed!