The news spread.

Everyone's faces became solemn.

Weapons can be used in small quantities in the powerful class, while armor is only qualified to be equipped with a few military entourages, and they will not wear them on weekdays.

To sum up, it can be found, but not in large quantities... Reserves like Zangbing Valley can already be regarded as the rhythm of rebellion...

As for the yellow robe.

It is also exclusive to the emperor!

Ordinary people can't even make a living.

From this we can see that the owner of this Tibetan Bing Valley not only wants to rebel, but also wants to be the emperor!

Chang Wei's face no longer showed any relaxation and he ordered seriously: "Go back to Chang'an City immediately and report this matter."

Compared with the trafficking cases of young children.

The nature of private weapons and yellow robes is even more serious.

A large number of hundreds of cavalry and bad people suppressed the thieves, protected the rescued children, and returned to Chang'an in a mighty manner.

On the road, Liang Yan and other bad people were riding horses in front.

Fang Ying and others were decked not far behind.

Jia Wu came over and pointed at Liang Yan's beautiful figure: "Erlang, do you notice? This little lady is pretty good. Look at her thighs, slender and powerful, and her butt egg, sitting on the horse's back and being pressed. It became a full moon and it must feel great."

Haha! The female subordinate's beautiful legs are very slender, but they are still a little worse than Princess Gaoyang. After all, only I have seen Gaoyang wearing underwear at night... Fang Ying secretly commented in his heart and asked in a low voice: "Fifth Brother , do you like this sporty one?”

“Sports?”

Jia Wu was stunned and then said with a smile: "I am worthy of being a talented man from our hundred cavalry. This word is well used... unlike Lao Gao, who doesn't understand the fun in the room at all."

The senior high school senior gave him a cold look and said no.

For men, talking about women is always an eternal and interesting topic. Although senior high school and Jia Wu have already reached the third year, men are teenagers until death. Even if they are four or five years old, they will always like 18-year-old girls.

What's more, the two are single.

"Among the bad guys, there should be many unmarried women like Liang Yan, otherwise two of them would be introduced to them?"

Thinking of this.

Fang Ying opened his mouth and said, "Fifth Brother, otherwise..."

"Erlang Xiu is going to say it!"

Jia Wu's face turned aside and said righteously: "I think that little lady Liang is interested in you. Brother's wife should not be deceived!"

Fang Ying looked question marks.

Come up and be your brother's wife...Aren't you forcing me to have a female subordinate who is unspoken?

"Besides, this woman is not my preference."

As he said that, a hint of pleasant aftertaste appeared on Jia Wu's face: "Mengchunlou's little peach blossom is light and soft, tight and narrow, that is what my body belongs to."

At the same time, it was Cheng Chubi's... Fang Ying added a sentence in his heart and said seriously: "The tree-lined path you think is already full of traffic."

Jia Wu frowned and was still thinking.

However, the senior high school senior had already blushed and exclaimed: "Damn it! You educated people have so many intestines!"

Fang Ying smiled and said, "Third Brother, it turns out that you are the most introverted one."

Several people were saying this.

The older child ran over.

"June, someone asked me to hand this over to you."

He looked up at Fang Ying, who was sitting on his tall horse, with a respectful attitude and tried hard to lift the note in his hand.

"Thanks."

Fang Ying took it with a smile and opened it.

On rice paper.

A line of vigorous fonts floats in my eyes.

"The son of God, it's my fault for the thatched hut. Do you still like this meeting gift from Zangbinggu?"

Click--!

Fang Ying's smile was frozen on his face, and it seemed as if a thunder thunder had struck in his mind, and even his soul was trembling.

Intentionally!

The other party deliberately exposed the Tibetan Bing Valley!

What does he mean?!

... Such a large underground palace, so many weapons and armor, throw them away at will. How much energy and financial resources does it take?

"And, he also mentioned the thatched cottage!"

Fang Ying was shocked: "The affair between Princess Gaoyang and Monk Bianji is actually someone is calculating and promoting behind the scenes!"

This person just hid behind the scenes, calmly planned and arranged a handsome monk to seduce Princess Gaoyang and put on an eternal cuckold...

Now, he admitted it personally!

And his tone was plain and light, and he was playing with it. He was obviously doing such a big move, but it seemed like he had done something very small...

"But I...what is it in front of all this!!"

Fang Ying's face was terrifying and terrifying.

Holding the paper hand, the knuckles were faintly white.

...

Chang'an.

Outside Huichang Temple.

The streets were full of people.

Everyone stretched their necks, looked forward to the direction of the gate, and stood on tiptoe and looked forward to it.

"Have Master Binji not here yet?"

"How could it be so fast? Today, the master went to the Longevity Observation Debate. Calculate the time and it should be a while before he will come back."

"Hmph! I thought that the master would come back soon. How could the Taoist priest with the view of immortality be able to argue with the master?"

"It's a pity that there are crowds there today. We can only wait outside Huichang Temple to have a chance to see the master's style."

"Look! The master is back!"

With a shout.

Everyone looked up and saw a huge team slowly walking towards the street in the distance.

At the front are two rows of devout believers.

They clasped their hands together, their lips moved, and lowered their heads and recited Buddhist scriptures loudly to open the way.

Further behind were sixteen monks wearing bright robes, just like the guardian in front of the Buddha, protecting a chariot in the middle.

The chariot was extremely large, and eight people were lifted on their shoulders.

The top cover and frame are patterned with cumbersome Sanskrit, inlaid with gems and painted with a layer of gold paint, which shines brightly under the sunlight.

I saw that the people were standing around.

The sixteen monks clasped their hands together and took the lead in reciting scriptures. The believers' expressions became more and more solemn, and the sound of reciting scriptures suddenly increased. They were solemn and majestic, and could be heard from a distance.

Stars hold the moon.

Monk Bianji in a white monk's robe.

He sat on the high chariot with his eyes closed. The veil hanging around him made his figure hazy and looming, making him look more mysterious and solemn.
Chapter completed!