The guard surnamed Xu's heartbeat was a little fast, and he had only taken on the position of guarding the royal palace for only two days, but he had not yet had the chance to meet the supreme king of Bazhou.

I originally thought I was just taking this opportunity to show my face in front of General Ning, but I expected that General Ning would discuss matters at the Wang Palace. He could not put down the old man on his back and let the two of them look for him.

Actually, this is because he doesn't understand the rules anymore.

According to the rules of the royal palace, the eunuchs in the royal palace must be guided by the way.

The reason why he dared to bring people in to find Ning Teng without authorization was mainly because Ning Teng had previously explained.

Of course, Ning Ting's explanation is another way of not understanding the rules.

However, Ning Ting's current royal family is just a rule. No one dares to eat enough and do nothing to find the bad things of the famous man in front of the king.

Hou Diaosi didn't dare either.

After asking around, Jia Nanfeng finally gave some advice. Then he brought the two of them to the front of the hall. The guard surnamed Xu, who was weak and he was about to kneel down, but he forgot that he was carrying a gray-haired old man on his back.

Zhen Beiyu slapped the back of his head and cursed: "You have to kneel down and wait a moment, and let the old man down first!"

Fan Jiangong had already stood up and turned to Ning Ting and smiled, "Speaking of Prime Minister, Prime Minister is here, I didn't expect Mr. Jia will come back so soon."

After saying that, he looked at Zhen Beiyu, who had just come down from the back of the guard surnamed Xu, and asked Ning Teng: "Ning Teng, who is this person?"

Ning Ting bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, this person is the head of my Qingyun Sect and the head of Zhen Beiyu and Zhen."

Fan Jiangong nodded slightly and walked towards His Highness.

Ning Ting followed closely behind.

Fan Jiangong looked at Zhen Beiyu's old-fashioned and old-fashioned appearance, and thought that Ning Ting was indeed right.

Seeing Fan Jiangong coming to the palace, Jia Nanfeng whispered to Zhen Beiyu: "Senior Brother, the king is here to welcome you."

Zhen Beiyu gave Jia Nanfeng a blank look, "My eyes are not blind yet."

After saying that, guard Xu Xing, who was fighting with his legs, asked, "Boy, what are your name?"

The guard surnamed Xu saw Fan Jiangong walking down and did not dare to look up. He heard Zhen Beiyu ask him about it, and he didn't want to answer. Later, when he thought about his identity, he hesitated and said in a low voice: "Return to the old immortal's words, his little name is Xu Lai."

Zhen Beiyu stroked his beard and nodded and said, "The breeze is coming slowly, the water waves are not rising, Xulai is coming, good name."

Xu Lai didn't know that his name would be so particular. After hearing what Zhen Beiyu said, he smiled happily. Forgot that Fan Jiangong had approached, he turned to look at Zhen Beiyu and smiled, "Old Fairy, are you talking about it true? Is the name of a villain really so good?"

Zhen Beiyu leaned on the crutch with his hands, raised his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "You must not be anxious, slow, hurry up, just take it slowly. It's better to take it slowly, young people, don't be impatient, it's better to keep the key points, well, steady the key points."

Fan Jiangong has already stood in front of several people.

Jia Nanfeng bowed and said, "I have met the king!"

Seeing that Xu Lai had no reaction, Zhen Beiyu showed an unhappy expression on his face. He turned his head to look at Fan Jiangong, nodded slightly and said, "Okay, OK, OK!"

After saying that, he loosened his hands and fell to the ground, and he bowed: "Old Master Zhen Beiyu, the leader of Qingyun Sect, has seen the king."

Xu Lai didn't hear what Zhen Beiyu said at all. After he asked Zhen Beiyu, he turned around and saw Fan Jiangong standing with a smile and Ning Ting with a majestic look on his face.

Then he shivered and knelt on the ground.

Zhen Beiyu's crutch happened to hit his head, and he didn't even dare to move.

When I got closer and looked at Zhen Beiyu, I was far from the image of the same kind in my heart. In theory, even if I lost my skills, I should have this kind of demeanor, but Zhen Beiyu looked like an old man in the village, but the robe he wore was better.

Fan Jiangong smiled and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work along the way!"

After saying that, he bowed, picked up the crutch that fell under his feet, and handed it to Zhen Beiyu.

Zhen Beiyu took the crutch and grinned, "How dare you bother the king, but I'm so old."

After saying that, he straightened his back and turned his head to look at Ning Teng.

Seeing Zhen Beiyu looking at him, Ning Ting bowed and said, "Ning Ting has met the head master!"

Zhen Beiyu nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, OK!"

He looked at Jia Nanfeng with a smile and said, "Junior brother, you have accepted a good disciple!"

Fan Jiangong turned his head to look at Ning Ting, laughed and said, "President Zhen is right. I am really a big addition to my wings if I can get Ning Ting's help."

Ning Ting took a step back and bowed and said, "It's the king who has loved Ning Ting!"

Not allowing Fan Jiangong to speak, Zhen Beiyu tapped the crutch and said, "You kid, this is hypocritical. As a disciple of my Qingyun Sect, you still need a little arrogance. What the king likes is your ability, not your modesty."

After saying that, he looked at Fan Jiangong with a smile and asked, "Master, are you saying that I am right?"

Fan Jiangong nodded with a smile and said, "President Zhen's words are reasonable."

Then he stretched out his arms and pointed out: "President Zhen, Mr. Jia, please come in quickly!"

Ning Ting stepped forward, helped Zhen Beiyu's arm, and whispered: "Master, I'll help you."

Zhen Beiyu smiled and said, "I heard that you were named General by the King, how dare I rush the general to the great commander."

Ning Wei glanced at Zhen Beiyu who had raised his arms slightly to him, and snorted in his heart, saying without saying a word: "Master is joking about his disciple again. You are an elder. No matter what position the disciple holds, I am a disciple of Qingyun Sect."

After saying that, he reached out.

After holding Zhen Beiyu's arm, Ning Ting's expression changed slightly.

Zhen Beiyu has already stepped forward.

Several people entered the hall, but no one paid attention to Xu Lai who was kneeling on the ground.

After walking a few steps, Zhen Beiyu turned around and looked at Xu Lai and said to Ning Ting: "Is this person your subordinate?"

Ning Ting nodded and said, "Return to the words of the head master, this person is only under my command. Do you have any instructions?"

Zhen Beiyu nodded and said, "My uncle went down the mountain this time, but there is a errand runner by his side. I see that he is pretty good. Are you willing to let this person follow me for a while?"

Ning Ting smiled and said, "What's wrong with this!"

After saying that, he turned to Xu and said, "Get up, have you heard what my master said just now?"

Xu Lai raised his head and whispered: "The villain heard it."

Ning Ting frowned, "Didn't you have enough food? You're talking like a mosquito, siblings!"

When Xu Lai heard this, his face turned red and he said loudly: "Sir, obey the order!"

Fan Jiangong, who had walked a few feet away with Jia Nanfeng, turned his head and took a look.

Jia Nanfeng smiled and said, "Don't blame me, my senior brother is old and has disciples to take care of him in the sect. When I went down the mountain this time, he and I did not bring my disciples here, so my senior brother made such a request."

Fan Jiangong laughed and said, "This is a small matter."

Then he said in confusion: "Mr. Jia, is it only you and Master Zhen coming down the mountain this time?"

Jia Nanfeng heard the meaning of Fan Jiangong's words and shook his head and smiled: "The king's intention is that I understand that there are three direct disciples in my sect, all of whom have been ordered to come to Ziyang City. It's just that they are not as fast as the carriage. According to their steps, they can arrive at Ziyang City in almost two days. You can rest assured."

It’s not Fan Jiangong’s fault. Seeing Jia Nanfeng returning to the sect and returning with only a bad old man, Fan Jiangong, who was eager to seek talent, was inevitably disappointed.

Hearing Jia Nanfeng say this, Fan Jiangong said happily: "It's so good!"

At this time, Ning Ting and Zhen Beiyu had already come over.

Xu Lai has been ordered to find his own strengths.

When he left, he felt that his life was extremely good.

Because Ning Ting promised that when his master Zhen returned to the sect, he would promote him to be a leader.

Ning Ting helped Zhen Beiyu to the first seat of the guest seat, Jia Nanfeng stood in the next seat, while Ning Ting stood opposite Zhen Beiyu.

Jia Nanfeng glanced at Ning Teng.

Fan Jiangong walked to the palace of the king, stood in front of the throne, pressed his hands with his hands and said, "Please sit down!"

After saying that, he sat upright on the throne and ordered: "Come on, give tea to the two immortals of Qingyun Sect."

Then he looked at Zhen Beiyu and smiled: "I didn't expect that Master Zhen came down the mountain in person and had never met him far away. I hope Master Zhen will not be surprised if he is rude."

Zhen Beiyu took the teacup from the maid, drank a sip, shook his head and sighed: "The new tea of ​​fresh water is good, not bad, it is worthy of being the royal palace."

Putting down the teacup, he turned to look at Fan Jiangong who was smiling, nodded and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to be so polite. I am a sage, why should the king treat you like this!"

Fan Jiangong waved his hand and said, "Hey, Master Zhen's words are wrong. Let's not talk about others, but only my right-hand man, General Ning and Feng Shuai, are both high-ranking players of Qingyun Sect. You deserve this kind of courtesy."

Zhen Beiyu stroked his beard and said with a smile: "As soon as he entered the temple, there was no more martial arts. The king, they were just from the Qingyun Sect. Now they are all the ministers of our Bazhou. I dare not regard themselves as the leader in front of them anymore."

Ning Ting was about to speak, but saw Jia Nanfeng on the opposite side shook his head slightly at him.

Zhen Beiyu continued, "Besides, my Qingyun Sect also produced a black sheep like Lu Yiping, which really makes me feel ashamed of the king and the former king."

Fan Jiangong sighed lightly and said, "Sect Master Zhen does not need to blame himself. This is not the fault of Qingyun Sect. Besides, my brother is the mastermind. This matter is, alas~"

After sighing, Fan Jiangong shook his head gently and continued to ask, "But I don't know what happened to the Chief Zhen this time?"

At this time, Jia Nanfeng spoke and said, "Your Majesty, I have come to the sect to talk to the senior brother of the head about the relocation. The senior brother believes that this matter is related to the sect's century-old foundation and needs to be carefully considered, so he followed me down the mountain to discuss this matter with the king."

Fan Jiangong nodded and said, "But I don't know what Master Zhen thinks?"

Zhen Beiyu thought for a moment and slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't agree with this matter, but my Qingyun Sect has been in Qingyun Mountain for a hundred years. If I just moved like this, it will damage the luck of the sect."

Seeing Zhen Beiyu's mysterious appearance, Fan Jiangong sneered in his heart, pretending to be curious and said, "The luck is illusory, but Master Zhen's words are a bit exaggerated."

Zhen Beiyu picked up the teacup, blew the tea leaves gently, drank another sip, put down the teacup, turned to look at Fan Jiangong and asked, "Your Majesty, I have a question."
To be continued...