chewing dragon

Chapter 297 The Fourth Colonel of Huqiao and the Two-Star Lord of Douge ([-])
"Kill the six thieves! Get rid of the four evil ones!"

"The elders of the pavilion will see these words every time they come in and out of Qizheng Pavilion. How can they put sand in their eyes?"

Qi Jingzhi felt a shiver in his heart. He suddenly felt that Qing Yuanzi, who was openly bribing someone, had ulterior motives, and he couldn't help but be a little more vigilant.

"How can one be so straightforward in giving gifts without avoiding others? Even Chen Er, who asked for bribes at the time, knew that wealth should not be revealed, so he was tricked and killed by me..."

So, the young man shook his head decisively: "This incense burner is not Qi's lost thing!"

"Of course this is what Captain Qi lost!"

Unexpectedly, Qing Yuanzi still did not give up, and immediately shook his head: "Firstly, Qi Xiaowei loves gold essence, which can be seen from the red gold sword."

"Both, Pindao asked someone to inquire about it that day! At the Jiaofu mountain guest banquet, Captain Qi used a lotus stove to taste the strange incense together with the Huangzhou mountain spirit. It is obvious that he is extremely proficient in the way of burning incense and eating Qi."

"With these two items, this golden incense burner clearly belongs to Captain Qi!"

At this moment, everyone looked at Qing Yuanzi with admiration. This ugly Taoist was really good at talking nonsense, but what he said was reasonable and well-founded. It seemed that even he almost believed it.

Qi Jingzhi had long seen this person's capricious and duplicitous side, so he was not surprised by this, but instead became more vigilant.

"When this person inquired about my details, he clearly had bad intentions!"

Qi Jingzhi immediately snorted: "The lion on the lid of this incense burner is called the Golden Lion? I, the so-called owner, don't know..."

Qing Yuanzi laughed: "Qi Xiaowei is joking!"

"This Golden Ni is also called Suan Ni. It looks like a lion and likes smoking and sitting in front of the Buddha. Therefore, it usually appears on the incense burner. It swallows smoke and exhales mist, which adds to the fun. Therefore, it is very popular among Buddhists and makes it sit in front of the Buddha. , called the Buddha Seat Lion."

"Qi Xiaowei is a person who loves fragrances. I heard that even the old monk Zhenjue Tu of Fuya Temple came here because of his fame. He spent thousands of dollars to buy strange fragrances from you. How could Qi Xiaowei not know about Jin Yangxi? An allusion to cigarettes?”

Yes, it sounds more real now. Even the golden incense burner has something to do with Buddhism. Anyway, it has nothing to do with Qing Yuanzi, the master of the Xiang Hall who was born with the appearance of a lion.

Everyone has more or less seen the good things on Qi Jingzhi, including silver candlesticks, jasper chimes, bronze pots, black iron pots, and a gold incense burner. It seems... very reasonable?
"just so so!"

Although the young master of Linshan was ignorant, he could see that this was a good thing that he had delivered to his door. Seeing that the young man still refused to accept it, he couldn't help but screamed anxiously.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the little guy's head looked like a dragon and a lion, and there was a thick mane on his neck. He looked somewhat similar to a golden cat.

Qi Jingzhi found it interesting and asked, "Do you want that incense burner?"

"So good!" The little guy immediately shouted happily.

Qing Yuanzi's eyes suddenly flashed, and he quickly took a few steps forward, stood not far from Hei An's car, and handed the golden incense burner to Ban Ban.

The little guy's eyes widened, but he had always been sensible and had seen it before. He did not take the initiative to pick it up. Instead, he looked away with great reluctance and stared at Qi Jingzhi eagerly.

Seeing this, the young man showed an endearing smile on his face. After a moment of thought, he turned over his left palm and took out a gloomy green robe.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, he smiled at Qing Yuanzi, who had a gloomy expression: "Actually, Qi also picked up something lost by the palace master that day."

"The palace master prefers green robes, which can be seen from the cyan robe on your body."

"Secondly, Qi doesn't need to find anyone to inquire. He just saw it with his own eyes that day. The master of the palace is proficient in the refining method of Qingxuan Taiyi Sect. He is good at refining the body and soul of demons and transforming them into heretic protectors..."

"With these two items, this gloomy, gloomy green corpse's clothing is clearly the palace master's!"

As soon as these words came out, despite Qing Yuanzi's moral character, he couldn't help but twitch his face, and for a while he couldn't say anything to refute.

The young man was naturally talking nonsense, but the reasons he found, the sentence patterns he used, and even the tone of his voice were all very similar to the master of Tuan Xiang Hall just now.

In fact, Taoist robes have their own regulations and levels, and their uses are also different. For example, Qing Yuanzi's cyan robe is used by middle-level and above wizards when worshiping and celebrating birthdays. It is suitable for visiting Qizheng Pavilion and participating in Dragon Mother's birthday banquet. occasion.

At the same time, the Qingxuan Taiyi Sect's refining method is aimed at living creatures, and the souls of the dead have long been taken into custody by the Xuanjian of Heaven and Earth. In the eyes of outsiders, they are already corpses and remains.

But at this moment, in this situation, how can anyone bother to look into it?
Even though everyone had just witnessed Qi Jingzhi's quick wit and sharp words at the Shenhu Bridge, they still couldn't help laughing when they looked at the speechless Master of Tuanxiang Palace. The military commander in the distance who was wearing bright light armor let out a loud sneer.

The general was still sitting under the big tree without getting up. He clapped his hands lightly to attract everyone's attention, and then he laughed loudly and said, "Zhang has nothing to do with any grudges you two had in the past."

"Just looking at what happened today, the two of them not only picked up the money, but also returned it to the owner thousands of miles away. It's really... admirable!"

"You two might as well return each other's...lost things in public here. You and I are willing to do it, no matter how good we are! With Zhang as a witness, no one dares to say anything weird!"

After hearing this, Qing Yuanzi's expression was extremely exciting.

Qi Jingzhi also didn't expect that there would be people making fun of people in such a place.

To be honest, he didn't know how to burn incense and eat Qi. The value of the golden incense burner may not be comparable to that of a dead body.

Especially among the four deceased corpses, this miserable green robe ranks first in terms of texture alone.If you give it to Jixia Laojing, you may not be able to get many useful things in exchange.

"just so so!"

Hearing the little guy's cry, the young man immediately smiled and threw all the trade-offs and plans behind him. He quickly clasped his fists towards General Zhang and said, "What the general said is exactly what I want!"

For this reason, Qing Yuanzi had no choice but to accept the so-called kindness, cupped his hands and said: "How dare you disobey me!"

Therefore, the dignified master of Tuanxiang Hall of Qingxuan Taiyi Sect and Captain Yulin of the Governor's Office of Zuowu Army in Gouchen Court made a small business in the atrium of Qizheng Pavilion, the center of Daqi, and both of them... were very happy.

Qi Jingzhi took the golden incense burner and handed it to Ban Ban to play with without looking at it.

Qing Yuanzi's body was surrounded by nine-colored rays of light, and a four-headed golden lion emerged from the rays of light, easily suppressing and refining the Yin Qi in the pale green robe.

"Fourth level of Taoism!"

Qi Jingzhi stared at the golden lion that had one more head than when he was in Chaozhou, feeling secretly awe-inspiring in his heart.

As for General Zhang, who volunteered to be a witness, he was smiling heartily.

He picked up the tea cup from the table and drank it in one gulp. His heroic posture did not look like drinking tea, but rather like sipping wine.

Seeing Qing Yuanzi step aside and concentrate on refining the miserable green robe, Lishan Guangye jumped down from the Hei'an car, saluted General Chao Zhang respectfully, and said loudly: "Lishan Guangye has seen Kaiyang Fu Biwu General De!"

"On the order of Lu Gong, the Supervisor of the Demon Suppressing Academy Huntian, I send the young master of Linshan to pay homage to the elder of the pavilion and the king of the country. I also ask General Zhang to pass it on!"

Before going out, Shouba had introduced various characters in the Qizheng Pavilion. When he heard the name Lishan Guangye, Qi Jingzhi suddenly realized that the person in front of him was the assistant to Kaiyang Jun and the guard of the Qizheng Pavilion. General Wu De.

So, headed by the young man, the four Colonel Gou Chen clasped their fists together and called their names one after another.General Wude has an average appearance and looks to be about 40 to [-] years old. He is in the prime of life and full of vitality. But a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the age of a monk cannot be judged by common sense.

He and everyone else reported their names and titles, wrote a few strokes on the book, and then looked up at Qi Jingzhi and muttered: "Da Qi Gouchen Academy...Zouwu Army Governor's Mansion...Yulin School" Wei Qijingzhi?"

The young man was slightly startled, but immediately stepped out from the crowd and saluted again: "That's right!"

General Takeru sat still, looking the young man up and down carefully, and suddenly nodded and said: "The name Habayashi Wei is well chosen! It's just that it's easy to get beaten up by the boss with a more explosive temper."

He teased, and without waiting for Qi Jingzhi's response, he said to himself: "I, Zhang Juyong, come from the Jiang surname Zhang. The ancestor Zhang Mu Gong is the great-grandson of the Taigong and the grandson of Ding Gong. He is also the founder of the Zhang Kingdom with the Jiang surname. .”

Zhang Juyong paused for a moment, looked at the shocked young man, and said with inexplicable joy in his voice: "Well, as you thought, I, the Jiuzhen Ding family and the Yecheng Cui family belong to the same lineage of Ding Gong."

"Although time has passed and the blood has faded, we can still be distant relatives. Now these two families... seem to be eager for you to die soon."

Qi Jingzhi was a little confused at first, but after hearing this, he calmed down and immediately asked without answering: "What about General Zhang? Do you also want to die after resigning?"

"My officer?"

Zhang Juyong didn't seem to be a person who could hold back his laughter. After being silent for a while, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"The Zhang Kingdom with the surname Jiang was destroyed by the Qi Dynasty long ago and became the Yuzhang County of Changzhou today. The general who led the army to destroy the country at that time was an old relative of the Jiuzhen Ding family and the Yecheng Cui family! As for the reason..."

"These beloved relatives and friends all agree that the clan of the Zhang Kingdom has been occupied by the Zhang family of the Ren surname, which originated from Dongyi Taihao. If the caves are not plowed and the roots are cleared, the Ren surname of Dongyi will be restored to Donghuang. Got it!"

Zhang Juyong suddenly stopped laughing and stared at Qi Jingzhi with burning eyes: "The dove occupies the magpie's nest...does it sound familiar?"

"What do you think of me? The Zhang family of Jiang family lost their former capital and had no choice but to remove the sword in their right ear. They became the Zhang family of Jiang family who are now homeless and living in Qi Dynasty. They are increasingly related to Zhang family of Ren family. It’s hard to distinguish between the clans, all of them were given by the Ding clan and the Cui clan.”

Suddenly hearing such a piece of ancient history, everyone, including Qi Jingzhi, was entranced, except for Lishan Guangye's face, which looked a little unnatural.

The change in the family name of the Jiang surname Zhang is exactly the opposite of the change of the Ji surname Li to the Li family. In fact, the Li family does not have its own city, which is far worse than the Dongguo family who occupies the outer walls of the royal capital. His actions are somewhat like putting gold on his own face.

Therefore, among everyone, Zhang Juyong himself had the calmest expression and tone, and showed no hatred. It is not known whether he was relying on others and deliberately forbearing, or because he had long since let go.

Qi Jingzhi felt that it was probably the latter. Otherwise, if someone with his background still harbored resentment, he would never have been able to gain the trust of the king and the cabinet elders and hold such a key official position as Kaiyang Fubi.

I heard Zhang Juyong continue: "Qi Jingzhi, since those two families don't want to see you, I naturally can't comply with their wishes. When you come here to see me in the future, you can come to my place for a cup of tea."

"As for privately... I have never established personal relationships with any powerful family, sect, or official in power!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. If this was true, the other party probably didn't know the origin of Ding Chengyuan and Xianyu Mountain.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to express his thanks, Zhang Juyong waved to him and said angrily: "What are you still waiting for? I poured it for you a long time ago. If you don't drink it, it will get cold!"

General Wu De, who held an important position, pointed to another tea cup on the table in front of him, as if he was greeting his nephew at home.

Oh, I didn't expect that this person is still very hot-tempered and sticks to his word. He just said he wanted to invite you to tea and he had to honor it immediately.

The young man had no choice but to step forward and sit across from Zhang Juyong, separated by a few cases.

To be honest, Qi Jingzhi didn't know whether the tea was good or not, but the exotic grass under his butt was so irritating that it seemed to be sitting on a needle board.

Seeing that the young man was quietly twisting his buttocks in order to sit more comfortably, Zhang Juyong poured himself another cup of tea with a narrow smile on his face.

He raised his teacup and saluted the tall tree umbrella with even branches and leaves above his head: "This is a tree with flat dew, and it can observe the affairs of the four directions."

"The flat dew is born in the middle court, waiting for all directions. If the country is flat, the crown of the tree will be straight. If the country is uneven, the crown will be slightly tilted."

After that, Zhang Juyong paid tribute to the exotic grass with straight branches and leaves under the two people's buttocks: "This is the grass of Huaping, which can correct the virtues of the king."

"Hua Ping, if a king is virtuous, he will be prosperous; if he is strong in virtue, he will be admired; if he is weak in virtue, he will be low."

"In other words, the more evenly the branches and leaves of the flat dew tree are distributed, the more stable the four directions of Daqi will be; the more thorny the Huaping grass is, the stronger and grander the virtue of the ruler will be."

So Qi Jingzhi stopped moving his buttocks.

The height, thickness, and even the softness and hardness of this Huaping grass are all the same. No matter how you adjust the position, it is useless. It is better to take a breath of air in your chest to make yourself lighter.

He raised his head and looked at the tree crown carefully, and at the same time carefully felt the touch on his buttocks. After a while, he said with some uncertainty: "It seems that the north side of the tree crown is not growing neatly? As for the grass..."

"Huh?" Zhang Juyong raised his eyebrows.

The young man immediately picked up the tea cup and filled his mouth with warm tea soup.

Seeing these two people enjoying tea leisurely, Geshu Dashi suddenly took two steps forward and asked in a low voice: "I dare to ask you, Anfeng Hou suffered many assassinations on his way to the capital. How can General Zhang?" Do you know who did it?"

"Ok?"

Zhang Juyong's eyebrows rose: "Today's young people, one or two really dare to say anything!"

"You have been Ding Chengyuan's general, right? There is a specious aura of "Tiger Seal Sutra" about you. Stand far away, don't spoil the aroma of my tea soup!"

After the words fell, the atrium of Qizheng Pavilion suddenly became extremely quiet, and a faint sense of solemnity spread.

Qi Jingzhi quickly swallowed the tea soup in his mouth and apologized on his behalf: "This guy has made great progress in cultivation in recent days, and he can't suppress his anger. He can't speak for a while. I hope the general will forgive him!"

After saying that, the young man turned around and gave Geshu Dashi a sharp look, and then winked at Wei Yingdian and Zuo Yaoshi: "Didn't you hear what General Zhang said? Let this guy stand far away!"

Wei and Zuo reacted immediately, rushed forward and each hugged one of the purple-bearded and blue-eyed children's arms, pulling him back to Hei An's car.

Geshu staggered back, his big stone eyes glowed with green light, and there was black energy lingering between his palms, but surprisingly he did not struggle.

He had just been aroused by Zhang Juyong's words. Thinking of Bai Laihao Paoze who died on the way to the capital, a burst of anger emerged. It was really heart-breaking and unbearable, so he rushed forward rashly. Talk without hesitation.

As a result, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, his inner fire was half extinguished, and he felt regret after he regained consciousness.

With no evidence and a huge disparity in status, he made such shady and insidious insinuations towards General Takeru. How is he different from the White Tigers who were looking for death?
If it weren't for Zhang Juyong's surprisingly good self-cultivation, I'm afraid the bamboo cow would already have a second head hanging on its horns.

Seeing that Ge Shu Dashi's breath was gradually calming down and his eyes were clear again, Zhang Juyong sneered: "I am too lazy to get angry with this kind of karma that has today and no tomorrow!"

"Otherwise, if I say something too serious and this guy suddenly dies in the atrium of Qizheng Pavilion, wouldn't I be in trouble for nothing?"

(End of this chapter)