The Monk

Chapter 1,222 Happy King

Talk about it. Emperor Xi was also very depressed. He rescued countless races and allowed them to escape the control of soldiers and survive independently. However, it was because he did not kill all the soldiers that he brought endless war to these races. And Emperor Xi himself had also been the guard of Xiguan for many years. Fighting and killing every day was as boring as it seemed.

Zhang Ain thought about it, and it was really hard to guess what Emperor Tou Xi was thinking. That guy was so powerful, it would be much easier to just kill the soldiers. Although it was a bit bloody and cruel, it could save countless years of killing.

But he was not like this. He must have left such a big disaster for future generations. Was it because he was not strong enough to kill the soldiers? Or don’t have other pictures? After much deliberation, there is only one possibility, which is to keep the soldiers to play games with the people of the gods on the other side of Xiguan. The soldiers are warlike and want to take back the entire starry sky, so naturally they will continue to kill. In order to survive and no longer be controlled by the soldiers, the gods on the other side of Xiguan must of course fight bloody battles and strive to hold on to all the benefits they have gained.

Thinking about this, there are some ideas that Emperor Xi understands. In order to ensure that future generations will not live together for a lifetime, he deliberately created Xiguan to cause constant wars in the stars, thus forcing masters of all races to practice hard. Otherwise, even if Emperor Yixi cannot kill all the soldiers, since he can split a starry sky into two halves and escape from the starry sky, why can't he split a starry sky into two halves? Everyone Everyone keeps to their side and lives their own lives. Just like what the master of Huangtang Split God did to Mangu, he divided Mangu into two, one half is the Jin family, the other half is the Mao people. There is a boundary between the two families. Only those who set up this kind of barrier can separate the barrier. Breaking through, the people in the two realms are helpless.

Things are worth pondering. The more you ponder, the closer you get to the truth. Zhang Ai thought about it for a long time and felt that this was the best possibility, and he admired Emperor Xi even more.

Strength is the most important thing in the starry sky. In order to let his descendants continue to live in the starry sky, Emperor Xi did not hesitate to put them on the edge of the tiger's mouth and kill them all day long. This guy is so cruel! Zhang was afraid to think about it for a while, knowing that he was not as good as Emperor Xi. He was not even willing to kill an ant, so how could he talk about putting future generations on the verge of a tiger's mouth?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fourteen asked, "What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?" Zhang smiled and asked again, "Are you not from the Xi Clan?" "Nonsense, have you ever seen a Xi Clan like me? Have you ever seen him? The Xi clan who was imprisoned?" Zhang was curious and asked: "What did you do?" Fourteen smiled lightly and shook his head: "It's nothing, it was just killing the wrong person."

The voice was very light, with a touch of sadness. It seemed that everyone had their own story. Zhang Ain remembered Shisan's tone when he first told him about this matter. He said that he had a friend who was imprisoned. His tone seemed to be also slightly sad. He stopped talking about it and changed the subject and asked, "You Why are you here?"

Fourteenth said: "Is this still a forbidden area for you? I can't come here if I have nothing to do?"

While they were talking, the golden-armored guard had been standing by the side, listening to the two legendary masters talking nonsense. He felt that they were not masters at all and were not as serious as cultivators of their level.

Hearing Shi Shi speak like this, Zhang Ying smiled and said: "Yes, yes, that's great, please come in." As he spoke, he turned sideways and let Shi Shi in. As soon as Fourteen entered the room, he saw Prisoner Three standing aside, and curiously asked Zhang Ai: "Who is this?"

Zhang Awei followed him into the room and saw that the third prisoner had already stood up. He smiled and said, "Why are you being so formal? Sit down." After letting the two of them sit down, Zhang Awei reached out for a table and table, took out a few bottles of spiritual wine and some side dishes and said : "It's considered fate, let's have a drink."

"This is good, I know you have wine here." Fourteen smiled and picked up the wine bottle, looked at the slightly nervous Qian San and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, have something to eat, drink and have fun, don't pay too much attention to me. Who, but who are you?" This guy never forgets to find out the identity of others.

Zhang Ying smiled and said: "You have been here in Xiguan for so long and you haven't seen him before? This is my former captain."

Fourteen said with an oh, "By the way, you have fought here, why did you only ask the captain to come alone? Where are the others?" Zhang Ai replied in a low voice: "They are all dead." "Oh." Fourteen I don't know much about Zhang Ain's experience in Xiguan. I just know that he was forced to come here to fool around for a while. Since all his comrades are dead, it is not a good thing, so I won't mention it again.

Zhang Wei poured wine for prisoner three and raised his glass and said: "So, just live and drink." Fourteen smiled and said: "It's a lot of vicissitudes. How many days have you lived? I would never dare to do this after living for so long. explain."

"How dare you do this? It's just a word. I think you don't want to say it." Zhang Pingshun replied.

The time was spent in this kind of nonsense drinking talk, mostly between Zhang Ping and Shi Shi. Only when he asked about Qi San, Qi San only replied a few words. Two hours later, when the banquet was almost over, Fourteen stood up and looked at the four walls of the tent. He smiled at Zhang Afraid and said casually: "I'm leaving. I'll come back tomorrow."

Zhang Ping said: "Welcome." He understood what Fourteenth's glances were saying. They were telling him that there was something wrong with the tent and that there was a magic circle. Zhang Ping replied with a smile and said he knew.

Of course he knew it. He knew it from the moment he entered the house. He knew it was the three soldiers who did it. And he also knew that the third soldier knew that he could tell that there were tricks in this tent. What was interesting was that neither party cared.

Seeing Zhang Awei's indifferent expression, Fourteen smiled and shook his head, waving his hand and saying, "Let's go." Fourteen left, and Prisoner Three followed, "I won't disturb your rest, I'm leaving too."

Zhang Ping originally wanted to let him continue talking, but seeing that Qian San was very uncomfortable when he was with him, he changed his mind and said with a smile: "You know where I live, come and visit when you have time, your current If you have a good relationship with your subordinates, you can bring them over to have a drink together." Prisoner San responded, clasping his fists and leaving.

So he was left alone in the room. After sitting down, he swayed his wine glass and guessed the purpose of Shi Shi's trip. With Shi Shi's personality, he would never come here just to say a few boring words or have a drink. What does he want to do? Is it inconvenient to talk because Qi San is here? After thinking about it for a while, I found no answer, so I stopped thinking about it, drank the wine in my glass, and lay down to sleep.

The next day, Fourteen came to see him again, drank for a while like yesterday, and then left. Zhang Weijing was completely confused. Why did Shi Shi's character change so much? Since when did you start talking nonsense?

Then on the third day, Fourteen continued to drink and talk with him, and this time he drank for a whole day, and didn't move after sitting down. When it was getting late, the God of Punishment came to Zhang Wen and said that King Happy had arrived and he should go see him.

Zhang Ai sneered, no matter what he thought, he couldn't escape, so he said to Fourteenth: "I'll go and have a look." Fourteenth had just greeted Juan Shen and casually replied: "Just go to hell with you. ”

Zhang Wen was completely confused by Shi Shi's behavior. Did he stay here all this time because he wanted to help him deal with the Happy King?

With this thought in my mind, I went to the handsome tent with Punishing God. It only took two days. The handsome tent became more magnificent. The outside of the tent was covered with brocade, which stretched far away. The two sides of the brocade were separated by two meters. Two golden-armored guards stood stretched out into the distance, and countless golden-armored guards guarded Yunjin, waiting for the arrival of the Happy King.

There were three soldiers and the commander standing in front of the commander's tent. Zhang Ain and Pan Shen walked over and stood on the left side of the commander's tent.

After everyone waited for a while, the sound of silk and bamboo gongs and drums came from the distance of Dayunjin. Zhang Ain said to himself: What a grand scene.

As the sound of silk and bamboo gongs and drums sounded, a row of people in white clothes, both men and women, slowly walked from the distance of Yunjin. Yunjin is white, and the clothes of these people are comparable to Yunjin. Two kinds of white are mixed together, one is still and the other is moving, as if clouds are floating on the ground.

When the moving clouds slowly approach, people will find that behind the man in white is an eight-skinned white horse, with a tall head and a long body, with white hair like satin. What a horse, what a horse, in front of this white, they easily lose all their charm. Perhaps the colors of green, black, red and yellow are different, and each has its own style and power, but they are overshadowed by these eight pure white dragon colts.

Zhang Ai's eyesight was amazing. When he saw these eight horses, one word flashed in his mind: beautiful! Surprisingly beautiful, surprisingly beautiful!

When he was in the mortal world, he used the Marrow Cutting Pill and the Spiritual Energy Pill to transform a group of dragon horses. Each of those horses had a heroic spirit. Unfortunately, he still couldn't compare with these eight horses. After all, the difference between mortal horses and Pegasus horses!

However, Zhang was afraid that he would feel a little angry when he saw these eight horses. Such a good BMW horse is actually used to pull a car! The eight horses, with four hooves beating, are as relaxed as dancing on the clouds, easily leading a white chariot behind them. The horse is white, and the car is even more white. I don’t know what material it is made of, but it is eye-catchingly white, yet perfect.

On the white car, white gauze floats, like mist. Surrounded by smoke, there is a middle-aged man wearing a white light robe. He has a straight nose and thick eyebrows. He is a very handsome and unrestrained person. No matter how you look at it, it feels very comfortable. Behind him, squatting or standing, were four beauties in white. Although their looks were different, they were equally pure and charming, equally beautiful. The man in white who was serving them, no need to ask, this guy must be the Happy King.

Seeing the white team approaching slowly, Zhang Ain frowned and said, "Why does this guy deserve a beating?" Hearing this, Judgment God chuckled: "He looks like he needs a beating, but you must not do anything for a while."

Zhang Ain smiled and turned to look at the three soldiers, wondering how the three bosses planned to treat the Happy King.

Not long after, the Happy King and his party stopped 20 meters away in front of the handsome tent. The white guards and white maids who led the way were divided into two columns. The chariot came to the front. The Happy King stood on the car and rushed to the three soldiers and handed over their hands. He smiled and said: "Nao Nao Nao Nao, three gentlemen, please don't blame me."

The three soldiers bowed their hands and returned the salute, and the superior soldier smiled and said: "The presence of the Happy King is a blessing to Xiguan, so why bother talking about it?"

After hearing what the superior soldier said, the Happy King floated down from the chariot like a sea of ​​clouds. Everything seemed so natural. He floated lightly in front of the three soldiers, clasped his fists in greetings again, and said polite words again. The third soldier patiently replied with nonsense.