The Empress’s Gigolo

In the hall, the emperor sat on it, and after a moment Hongwu strode into the hall.

"He has seen His Majesty."

"Seat the General of the assisting country." As soon as the female emperor's voice fell, someone moved the chair behind Hong Wu.

"When will the general leave?" Asked the Empress, Hongwu would return at this time every year, and would return to the north after the Empress celebrated her birthday. It has become almost common practice in recent years.

"When I came back to see His Majesty An Haochen, I was relieved and set off tomorrow." Hong Wu said.

"It's been a hard time for the general, and he has been guarding the border for years. Unfortunately, there is no one who can replace the general for the time being."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, and the minister is used to it. Besides, there are also good places in the border, at least you can occasionally see snow in winter." Hong Wu laughed.

"The scenery is beautiful."

"I also want to see it." The Empress finished this sentence, adding another sentence: "When the generals invade Daxia, I also go to Daxia to see the snow."

Hongwu heard a laugh again.

If Da Xia is ready, when he repulses Da Xia's army, he will invade Da Xia to occupy the city and let His Majesty admire the snow there.

"I will pass the recruiting order after the general has left, and the weapon master will also try to prepare it. The general will rest assured." The emperor said again.

"In this way, the old minister can really rest assured." Hong Wu knew the situation of Da Yao very clearly, but knew that it was very difficult, but still hoped that His Majesty could get enough weapons. Even if there is only 10,000, it can make him grasp a lot.

"Does the general know where Lu Qi is?"

"Lu Pinghai? As far as the minister knows, his whereabouts are uncertain. However, every November he will go to a fishing village in the East China Sea for a few days and sacrifice a friend." Hong Wu replied.

"People will wait for him and tell him, I want Ling Yuandan, what can he ask for?" Said the emperor.

Red Wu was a little bit surprised, Lingyuan Dan is the best medicine for strengthening the body of the world. It is specially used to strengthen the body of the innate and weak, so that it can be cultivated, and it can gradually change its physical fitness within two years. In order to make it faster to practice, this medicine alone is a rare treasure in this world.

Your Majesty wants this thing, is it for that kid?

"As far as the minister knows, I'm afraid he doesn't have more than two in his hand. The last two years ago he wanted to get him another one and was rejected. The last two had a big fight and both got hurt. Begging. "Hong Wu said with a bitter smile. Unexpectedly, Your Majesty will seek this thing specifically for that kid.

"Tell him, if I don't give it, I'll kill him, naturally I will." The empress said coldly.

Hong Wu still smiled bitterly. Anyway, Lu Haiping is the eighth in the world, only slightly weaker than his Majesty. Does it mean that he can be killed if he is killed? Even if His Majesty can really beat him, it is not easy to keep him. At this level, no one can stop him from running.

Moreover, Lu Pinghai's hometown is in the country of the cloud. Does his Majesty have to visit the country of the country in person?

After a moment, Hongwu frowned slightly and returned to the mansion.

"Aye, you frown, you look old." The red line jumped to Hong Wu in three or two steps to smooth his frowning brow with the palm of his hand.

"Red line, what kind of person is Ren Baqian?" Hong Wu asked.

Filed Ren Yaqian, Red Line's face suddenly darkened. After returning that day, he was not punished, but the sister-in-law was beaten with ten whip, and then scolded by her father. She is still locked at home.

That **** was chosen by her Majesty as husband? What does His Majesty think of him? One hundred in the red line's head couldn't figure it out, and she didn't even care about Ren Baqian.

However, she didn't dare to add jealousy to her grandfather who looked at it as a god, but just said everything about that day.

"So, you know." Hong Wu nodded thoughtfully. From the words of his granddaughter and what he saw that day, the man was a villain. It is not good for such a person to stay with His Majesty.

But let's pay attention now, keep watching, after all, the most important thing now is to prepare for Da Xia's moves. If he finds that he really does what he wants, he can't stay.

...

Ren Baqian naturally did not know what the Emperor was preparing, nor did he know that he was remembered by the second figure of Dayao.

After spending three days in the Qingxin Hall, he returned to the earth. He tried the two nights of Ruyiguan, and he couldn't get in the state of silence at all. As soon as he calmed down, his thoughts fluttered. Like the wild prairie prairie. Even if you have tried your best to control your mind, as long as you spend more than ten or twenty seconds, all the thoughts in your mind come up.

So after waking up, the first thing you do is turn on your computer to find the more famous temples and temples, and see if they can do anything about it.

The first thing I went to was the Laojun View near the city, where the incense was very strong. Ren Baqian first put 5,000 incense in the past, and he wanted to see something.

After a while, Ren Baqian came out of Laojun.

Taoism does have a method of peace of mind. The main point is to keep one's word. The pursuit is to have no idea whatsoever. No matter what idea is in the middle, it must be annihilated.

But in this case, it seems that I can't practice the concept of Ruyi?

I do n’t even have an idea. How can I fix it? After exiting from that state, his thoughts rose again.

Unless you practice for a long time, there will be less thoughts over time. If you can't reach it, you can ask yourself to say two things, at least this time is too long.

Nevertheless, Ren Baqian still took away the method of meditation. If Buddhism doesn't work, he can only try this method first.

The next stop is the Temple of Misery in another city, which is also a bit famous on the Internet. Monks here insist on hard work, and these days are rare.

Anyway, when people talk about monks, most people think of fat and big ears.

Ren Baqian arrived at the bottom of the Sorrowful Temple in the afternoon and saw the abbot after climbing up the mountain. He was a black and thin monk with his eyebrows down in his 50s.

"Master, because I need to do one thing, I need to be clear and transparent in a short time to achieve it. How can I do it?" Ren Baqian asked directly.

The monk drew a circle on the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and said, "If you paint the circle with ink, can you wipe it off in a day?"

"Afraid you can't wipe it off?" Ren Baqian shook his head. One day, the ink penetrated long ago. He understood the meaning of the monk, which meant that distractions had long been rooted in his own head? Like this ink, it cannot be wiped off.

"That's right, it can't be wiped off unless the soil is dug away. But if you want to be clear and transparent in a short time, then there is only one way." Said the monk.

"How to do it?" Ren Baqian was refreshed, and there was a way.

"A brick shot down, amnesia, forget everything, a blank, no matter how you scribble it, naturally clear." Said the monk.

Ren Baqian really wanted to curse: "Your uncle."

"I'm afraid this donor is unwilling. If you forget, it's not you." The monk laughed again.

"If you have time, you can go to Jingxin Temple in Donghai, Shandong Province, and ask a mage, he is far better than me, maybe there is something."