Regarding where to retreat, the meeting was held again and again but still failed to make a fuss about it.?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

"Master, I stood a stick of incense today than before, so why don't I let the rest?" In the past few days when I returned to Qiongzhou, Yuan Miao held him in the mansion to practice every day on the grounds that he had not practiced for many days. He was so tired that he felt like he was dispersed. He originally wanted to take a break while studying, but Deng Guangjian's grandson disappeared and had not appeared for several days, which made Zhao Bing, who was eager to learn culture, very angry.

"Well, there's another half!" Yuan Miao raised his eyelids and looked at the incense in the incense burner and said.

"Master, don't you stand in the afternoon?" Zhao Bing asked with a charming smile. He knew that he was not good at dealing with Yuan Miao, and it would be useless to cheat. Apart from being more fucked by a few more stalks, he could only be soft. After all, monks are compassionate!

"Well, there is no need to stand in the afternoon." Yuan Miao said with his hands twisting the Buddhist beads.

"Amitabha, I have finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering." Zhao Bing said with a long sigh after hearing this.

"Hmph, start practicing boxing in the afternoon." Yuan Miao's nose blew.

"Master... Master, I am good at the deep palace. I am young and weak. I can't stand it anymore when I toss it like this every day." Zhao Bing was stunned when he heard this, and opened his mouth to curse, but he thought of the consequences and licked his lips and squeezed out a smile, and said pitifully.

"Since your highness has been following me to practice martial arts, he has been shouting that he can't stand it all day long. Haven't he come here too?" Yuan Miao said coldly unmoved to the prince's plea.

"This... isn't this a good teacher's teaching?" The old monk didn't get in. Even if he was smart, he couldn't do anything. However, Zhao Bing felt that the daily standing posture was still useful. When he first practiced, he couldn't even squat half of the incense, so he shivered into a ball. Now that these three incenses are almost burned, he can still chat with him!

"Your Highness has good talent. As long as you are willing to endure hardships and be willing to work hard, you will achieve something. I think my Taizu started from scratch and won the world from scratch. Your Highness will also imitate Taizu and restore my country." Yuan Miao said.

"Really?!" Zhao Bing was shocked, and then he couldn't help but feel happy. It turned out that this body also inherited Zhao Kuangyin's excellent genes and he still had the potential to become a hero.

"But Your Highness is too thoughtful and cannot concentrate on martial arts, so it is difficult to achieve great success!" Yuan Miao saw that the fragrance had burned out and raised his hand to let him stand up and said.

"Oh, Bai Huanxi is so happy, but Master, I am a plagued by ordinary things and have to worry about big and small things. It is no better than Taizu who succeeded in his twenties to join the army, nor is it better than the master who abandoned his family to practice." Zhao Bing said a little depressedly, but he couldn't help but find a reason for himself.

"No, you see, the donor Ying can determine the country, the military can maintain stability, and the civil and military can all be in love with each other. Your highness is no less qualified than him, so why not?" Yuan Miao shook his head and said.

"Is that true?" Zhao Bing rubbed his hands and thought to himself that this old monk had magical powers. He could tell that he should not miss it. "Master, who has higher martial arts skills than Master Ying?"

"If I met the donor ten years ago, I could tie him. If I met him twenty years ago, I would definitely not be his opponent." Yuan Miaoyouyou said.

"The old man is also a master, which is so hard to believe!" Zhao Bing was stunned when he heard this. This year, Yingjieyan was 67 years old, and Yuan Miao was about fifty years old. Ten years ago, the old man was fifty and twenty years ago forty seven years ago. There is a saying that boxing is afraid of young strength. Twenty years ago, Yuan Miao had reached the peak in both physical strength and understanding, but he still could not defeat Yingjieyan, who was a year of destiny. The power of his kung fu can be imagined. But the old man started practicing martial arts after he became a scholar of the literary and Jinshi. His talent was so high that he was so angry that he was so angry.

"The silly boy beside you has achieved some martial arts skills, but at this time he can't walk twenty moves under the donor!" Yuan Miao glanced at Ni Liang who was playing with the stone locks while playing with it.

"This old man is actually hiding so deeply!" Zhao Bing touched his chin and said. He had never seen Yuan Miao and Ying Jieyan fight. He had seen Ni Liang kill people. He could still kill the siege with his back. Not to mention fighting with one hundred, there was no problem with fighting ten or eight good players, but he was not Ying Jieyan's opponent.

"The great hidden in the court, the middle hidden in the city, and the small hidden in the wild, my realm is lower than the donor, and it is even more difficult to achieve further." Yuan Miao thought clearly and sighed.

"Oh, no!" Zhao Bing suddenly thought of something when he heard this and said in surprise, "Is it because the master and Old Man Ying colluded with each other? What do he want to do?"

"Amitabha, what the donor should do is a great good deed. I have not practiced for decades!" Yuan Miao did not expect that His Highness had seen through the joints and pronounced the Buddha's name, which was considered a pity. But after that, Zhao Bing did not speak any longer, but just silently chanted the Buddha's name and entered into a state of meditation. He had no choice but to use this Buddha...

All afternoon, Zhao Bing was thinking about what he wanted to do to keep him in the mansion in the past few days? So he couldn't let go if he didn't concentrate on practicing boxing. He thought about what happened a few days ago. Although he had already known that the court would not go to Qiongzhou, he still sent someone to Jingao again to invite His Majesty and the Empress Dowager to move here. Nothing else, he cried because the little emperor was worried that he could not eat meat, so he also wanted to try to ensure his safety and change his destiny.

Ying Jieyan seemed not to object to his repeated invitations to Qiong, but instead wrote a memorial in person, and wrote a letter with the officials to ask the court to move here for refuge, and began to transfer the two armies of water and foot to form a royal army. Once the court agreed, he would go out to sea to welcome him. In addition, he also built a large-scale construction of palaces in Fuzhou City, and expanded the military camp outside the city to accommodate the military and civilians who came with the court. In the future, the refugees from Qiong were transferred to Jiyang Army for settlement, water conservancy, and wasteland, and nothing else would be done.

"What is the old man trying to do?" Zhao Bing couldn't think of it, but it was certain that it was beneficial to him. Otherwise, Yuan Miao would not be able to pass the level of Yuan Miao, let alone cooperate with him.

"But since it is a good thing for me, why don't I let myself know?" Zhao Bing couldn't figure it out, but it seemed like he had caught something. The old man wouldn't play with him and he would play with him. The mysterious play would definitely be inconvenient to come forward, but someone would have to take the blame.
Chapter completed!