Chapter 409 The shadow of the snake with a cup bow shocked the sun god

Author: Duguhuan

Chapter 409 The shadow of the snake with a cup bow shocked the sun god

"shut up!"

The capable man at the head of the Tibetan delegation sternly scolded: "Much, you are drunk and dare to talk nonsense. Why don't you apologize to His Majesty quickly?"

The bearded man named Muchi seemed to be really drunk, and he actually cursed at his boss: "Bah, Gonbu, please stop pretending here, aren't you just relying on Zampu's respect, otherwise you

Is a pariah worthy of commanding me?"

"If you don't let me say it, I will tell you!"

Mu Chi relied on the strength of his wine and said loudly: "Maha is so powerful, so what kind of Li Zhenren, even if he borrows the power of others to defeat him, his vitality will be severely damaged at this moment, and he is definitely not the enemy of Maha!"

"In this case, it is better for him to tell the master about the whereabouts of Maha, so that the master can personally deal with Maha, which can be regarded as revenge for Master Huikun!"

Hearing the name Huikun, the young monk's eyes fluctuated slightly.

Hui Kun was his master. After being defeated by Maha, he died in depression. He often looked towards the direction of the Western Region and sighed. Before his death, he passed on his lifelong cultivation to him through the method of initiation, and ordered him to

Be sure to surpass Maha!

Gonbu, the leader of the envoy with a capable temperament, pointed at Mu Chi and said angrily: "Asshole, Li Zhenren is a young hero of the Tang Dynasty. How can you allow you to slander him here?"

Mu Chi raised the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and sneered: "Hero? How can there be a hero in this world who hides and dare not see others? If he is a hero of the Tang Dynasty, then I, Mu Chi, will still be a hero of our Tubo!"

Gongbu sighed and apologized to Li Shimin: "Muchi is drunk and talking nonsense. He hopes that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty will atone for his sins!"

Li Shimin looked at him coldly, his sharp eyes seeming to see through his heart, which made his heart tremble and his eyes lowered even further.

Li Shimin sneered in his heart, that man was not drunk, these two people were acting for him.

A chill flashed in his eyes, and he was about to say something, when suddenly Mu Chi yelled, his voice full of fear, as if he had seen something very scary.

"Snake, there is a snake!"

Mu Chi threw down the wine glass, grabbed his own throat with one hand, and reached into his mouth with the other hand, as if he wanted to pull something out. His body kept struggling, and a smelly smell emerged. He didn't know whether he was suffocated or frightened.

Well, he wet his pants in public.

Many people covered their noses, and the Tibetan envoys also looked ashamed.

The young monk seemed to have noticed something. He had a majestic appearance and spit out a Sanskrit sound from his mouth, like the sound of a temple bell, deafening and deafening.

Mu Chi's spirit was shaken, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity, but he still touched his neck with lingering fear.

"I...I just saw a giant snake in the wine glass, and I drank it into my stomach..."

As he talked, Mu Chi couldn't speak anymore. After all, what he said was so ridiculous.

At this time, a sound sounded, like the sound of a jade flute, clear and extraordinary.

"Interesting, it turns out that your Tubo heroes were scared to death by a few venomous snakes that didn't exist at all. It was really eye-opening for this poor man!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a handsome young Taoist priest with an extraordinary bearing walking towards them.

He is dressed in white and has a slender figure. His long black hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin. His eyes are black and white, he has a straight nose and thin lips. He has sword-shaped eyebrows at his temples. He holds a unicorn fly whisk in his hand. He walks as brightly as jade.

The moment he saw the Taoist in white, the chill in Li Shimin's eyes suddenly disappeared and he revealed a smile.

Mu Chi was ashamed and angry, and said, "Who are you, and you dare to make a noise here?"

Li Daoxuan did not answer him immediately, but first bowed to Li Shimin and then sat down swaggeringly. The empress in green followed him silently, saying nothing, just watching quietly.

"Little Taoist priest, I want to ask you something!"

Mu Chi slapped the table and said angrily.

Li Daoxuan didn't even look at him, but took a pear from the table, stretched out his hand, and found the giant sword in his palm. It was only four inches in size, without any luster, and looked like a dark small kitchen knife.

The Giant Que Sword has Ruyi's abilities, big and small. Although it is not as exaggerated as the Golden Cudgel, it already has a hint of charm.

While peeling the pear, he said calmly: "I don't want to talk to a hero who peed his pants."

"you--"

Mu Chi wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard an extremely majestic cold snort.

Li Shimin stared at him. The emperor's majesty was like thunder, and the surrounding air seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

"You have repeatedly begged and said that you wanted to see the real Taichong, but when the person came in front of you, you were blind and blind. It is really ridiculous."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and their eyes were horrified.

They knew that Mr. Li was not old, but they did not expect that he was so young. He looked like he was probably in his early twenties...

The most important thing is that in their imagination, Li Daoxuan had just finished the battle with the evil Buddha. Even if he was lucky enough to win, he should have been seriously injured. How could he be so energetic and almost radiant now?

Among the Tubo envoys, only the young monk did not show any surprise. He just took a deep look at Li Daoxuan. The spiritual pattern in his eyebrows glowed slightly, and he could already see the depth of Li Daoxuan.

The late stage of Yin Shen!

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Daoxuan with his eyes calm again.

At this time, Li Shimin looked at Gongbu, the leader of the mission, and said coldly: "How can we allow crazy people to be arrogant in Anren Palace? Since you can't discipline your own men, I will discipline them for you."

"Drag him out and punish him with eighty sticks."

"promise!"

White Tiger Captain Wang Bo had long disliked the man. At this moment, following Li Shimin's order, he immediately walked over, lifted Mu Chi up with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and walked out of the palace.

Mu Chi struggled to beg for mercy. The eighty-year-old stick was not easy to bear, and he might even risk his life.

In panic, he looked at Gonpot and said loudly: "Gonbu, you asked me to act with you. Didn't you say that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty wanted to maintain the alliance with us and did not dare to do anything to me?"

As soon as these words came out, Gonbu suddenly felt red in the face. He lowered his head, not daring to look into Li Shimin's eyes.

"Gonpot, it seems that your subordinate is indeed very drunk."

Li Shimin's eyes were deep, and in his plain voice, there was a kind of turbulence like still water running deep.

Gonbu was startled, and felt a sense of fear in a trance. He felt that the young emperor in front of him was really unfathomable, and all his intentions and methods could not be hidden from his eyes.

Like a clown.

"Master, save me, Master, save me!"

Mu Chi has been dragged outside the palace, and the voices are getting farther and farther away.

At this time, the young monk seemed to be unable to bear it, and wanted to save him, but as soon as he raised his head, he happened to meet a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss, as if stars were moving, and the sun and moon were hidden.

Those are Li Doxuan's eyes.

Fan Seng was startled, feeling that Master Li, whom he could see through just now, had become unfathomable at this moment, as if everything he had observed before was the other party's intentional guidance.

Even when he looked at Li Daoxuan, a sense of crisis emerged in his spiritual sense, making him feel on pins and needles.

With his xinxing cultivation, he was able to sit upright in the pit of blazing fire and enter tranquility, but at this moment, just because of looking at each other, it was like a cold light on his back, and his mood fluctuated.

After pondering for a moment, Monk Fan finally did not take action. Mu Chi's screams came from outside the hall. At first, they were hoarse. Later, the sound became smaller and smaller. In the end, he seemed to have fainted, and only the sound of the wooden stick hitting his flesh was left.

The sound was like a dull drumbeat.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, the vicissitudes of life in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he quietly put away his great magical power of moving stars and changing fights.

He lowered his head and continued to peel the pears with the giant sword. When the last trace of pear skin was peeled off, under the sun, the pear flesh was as white as jade, moist and juicy.

Li Daoxuan handed the peeled pear to the taciturn maid behind him.

"Qing Ni, try to see if it's sweet or not."
Chapter completed!