Chapter 236 Looking for Trouble

"Please tell the prince, layman, that this matter must give a result. This is what our abbot wants."

When Wu Chong came over, the monk from Daming Temple was negotiating with someone.

On the side of the palace, a man with a goatee in blue clothes was negotiating with people on both sides. The people from Jinghai Academy next to him seemed to have finished talking.

"Master Abbot's intention, I will definitely tell the prince. But there must be some misunderstanding in this matter. Our Jinghai Palace has always stood on the same front as Daming Temple. When our little prince was born, Master Abbot came to bless us." Passed. In my opinion, this matter must have been done by a lunatic from the Huangshen Sect pretending to be the young prince, and wanted to destroy the relationship between our palace and Daming Temple." The person who can be pushed out by the palace must be the best at doing this kind of thing.

In just a few words, the responsibility was completely pushed away, and the blame was placed on the Aragami Sect.

Anyway, the Aragami Sect often does this kind of dirty work.

This was how the Zhenwu Cult played before when they attacked Emperor Qi. That time it was said that all the old Heavenly Masters had joined the Huangshen Sect. What was the result?

So this routine.

They are all familiar.

Like the Emperor's New Clothes, everyone knows it but no one tries to expose it. This is also the best strategy to maintain a balance. The monk sent by Daming Temple obviously understood this truth. He just nodded in agreement but did not express an opinion.

"Regarding the losses of Daming Temple and Jinghai Academy, our palace is concerned."

The goatee-bearded scribe was talking when a foot suddenly kicked out from the side. One kick hit him, sending him flying out and hitting the flower bed behind.

Goatee, who took a long time to regain his senses, stood up holding on to the wall.

"Wow" he spat out a mouthful of blood.

I forgot all what I was going to say next, and now Goatee felt as if he had been hit by a bison, with several bones broken. His head was filled with mush, and only then did he see that a group of people from the Zhenwu Sect had also arrived.

The person who kicked him just now is the current Qingyi landlord.

The wanted criminal designated by Emperor Qi.

"I don't care how they deal with the two families, but this time for our Zhenwu Sect, you must give an explanation, otherwise we will start a war!"

After kicking someone, Wu Chong felt refreshed.

Although he didn't kick the door, it was the same as kicking someone. Looking at his goatee attire, he should still have some status in the palace. His strength was also pretty good, and he didn't die on the spot even after receiving a kick from him.

"you!!"

It took Goatee a long time to catch his breath. Looking at the arrogant and domineering Wu Chong, he wanted to rush forward and hack him to death.

It’s just that when he came out this time, King Jinghai made special instructions.

No matter what the price is, this incident must be settled without any impact on the palace. The secret fighting and plotting is a matter of secrets. On the surface, their Jinghai Palace must be on the same side as the three major sects.

"The guy over there in black armor, go get me a glass of water."

Wu Chong recognized the black-armored commander over there.

It was this guy who kicked in the door to his backyard last time.

"I'm not a negotiator." Heijia Dutong responded expressionlessly.

The young prince failed to handle the matter he assigned last time, so he already lost points. I still don't know how the young prince will deal with him in the future. Thinking of this, the black-armored commander felt a little annoyed, and even less interested in talking to Wu Chong.

"Don't fall? Then let's start a war."

Wu Chong waved his sleeves, turned around and left.

Ma Runan and others he brought over followed him, and when they saw him turning around, they all acted as if they were leaving.

Seeing their attitude, the people at Daming Temple and Jinghai Academy were stunned for a moment.

Doesn’t this new Qingyi landlord know the rules?

Undercurrents are surging, but the surface is peaceful.

This is the core of the struggle between their classes. Everyone was having a good conversation like this, but why did someone turn up the table out of nowhere?

"etc!"

Goatee suppressed his anger and the injury caused by Wu Chong's kick just now, and said to the black-armored commander.

"Go get some water!"

Everyone in Heijia was angry, but after seeing Goatee's expression, he suppressed his anger and poured Wu Chong a glass of water. After pouring the water, everyone in the black armor left without looking back. They couldn't stay here any longer. They didn't know how they would be embarrassed if they continued to stay here.

"I wonder what the poster wants to talk about? This matter must have nothing to do with our palace."

The goatee looked impassive.

If it weren't for King Jinghai's orders, he would have wanted to leave.

"My senior brother Ding has a broken arm."

Wu Chong took a sip of water, then walked over to Goatee's recliner and sat down.

He came here just to embarrass Prince Jinghai's palace. It would be a waste if he didn't make use of the residual power exerted by the senior sister. Many times, what you get in return for giving in and speaking up may not necessarily be respect, but may also be considered weak by the other party.

"Old Ding is single and has no wife. Now that his right hand is broken, it's as if his wife is dead."

Wu Chong was full of nonsense.

But the consciousness dispersed quietly.

His consciousness is different from that of the warriors in this world. It is difficult for people who have not fought with him to detect his detection.

"Dad, just let those people outside make trouble?"

"When they saw it, they were looking for trouble."

The inner courtyard of the palace.

Young Prince Yang Tianluo looked a little irritable as he listened to the noisy sounds outside.

He also had some injuries on his body. He also suffered some injuries during the battle between the eight heavenly beings. But fortunately, he was protected by others and the injuries were not serious.

"You have no regrets when you make a move, and you have to admit whether you win or lose."

King Jinghai sat quietly in front of the wooden table, with a piece of plain white rice paper spread out on it.

He paused there with the brush in hand, and the ink condensed on the tip of the brush, as if it would drip at any moment.

"You didn't do it well this time."

King Jinghai began to write, and the ink stained the rice paper, dotting out the pattern of plum blossom piles.

"It's all the fault of that crazy woman from Zhenwu Cult!"

Recalling what happened before, a trace of hatred flashed in Yang Tianluo's eyes.

The previous plan was originally very smooth. If the plan went well, the gods of the three major sects here could also be killed by them. But no one expected that the person sent by the Zhenwu Sect would be Su Daoyu.

All their plans were smashed to pieces in the face of Su Daoyu's absolute strength.

The leader of Wusheng Altar, who had originally agreed to cooperate, turned his back on the spot. Not only did he not join them in besieging the three major sects, he also took advantage of the chaos to sneak attack on one of their royal palace celestial beings, causing the entire plan to fail.

Now, by killing some insignificant Yuanshen realm, things have been put on the table.

"If you lose, you lose. A perfect plan cannot fail. This time I have taught you a lesson."

King Jinghai did not look at Yang Tianluo, he knew his son's character.

"Go down and think about it carefully. When you have figured it out, when can you go out."

"yes."

Yang Tianluo responded reluctantly, turned around and left the study.