The young master in the fox fur hat casually tossed away the falcon-hunting sparrow. He rubbed his thumb and fingers together. The blood was thick, and he sniffed it. Obviously, he had a shrewd and ruthless personality. He wiped his fingers on the fox fur coat.
The middle-aged man said, "Even though the old bald donkey Long Shu is a saint, he is from the three sects. His realm is too fake and can't be accurate. There are more than thirty people in the martial arts roll of the dynasty who are first class four states. I reckon only these people can enter the young master's eyes. Even though the Vajra state is divided into big and small and the Buddha's invincible golden body is respected, it is still the ability to take a beating. When it comes to killing people, I'm afraid even compared to the Confucian and Taoist sects, not to mention me and my brother who are from the demonic sects. This bald donkey from the Two Zen Temples is the most suitable for the young master to practice his knife. He can hack eight hundred and a thousand times in one go to verify if the Buddha is really invincible. "
The elder in the brocade robe sneered, "Duan Bo Er, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? A saint is a saint. How can his golden body be broken so easily? Be careful that you don't get to eat the lamb. You and I know each other well. Besides, no matter how good the young master's talent is, he is not twenty yet. He still can't enter the Vajra state after fighting with the bulls. Can the three of us gain anything by intercepting and killing Long Shu monk? "
The man sneered, "What's so difficult about that? It is a secret that the old bald donkey entered our dynasty. We can let the young master find a few great guardians and gather one or two thousand cavalrymen. We can use the wheel war to kill the old bald donkey. When the time comes, the young master will chop off his head and be the only person who can kill a land immortal. Who would dare not to submit?"
The elder said in disdain, "If the saint wants to leave and avoid the battle, even if he has one or two thousand cavalrymen, can he catch up?"
The middle-aged man crossed his fingers and his joints cracked. He laughed sinisterly, "The old bald donkey eats vegetarian food and chants to Buddha. When the time comes, we will threaten him with the lives of a few hundred herdsmen. If he dares to escape, we will kill one for each step. Let's see how far he can run. Hundreds of people died because of his cowardice. If this news spreads out, the old bald donkey Long Shu is no more than a holy monk. How can he still have the face to talk about Dharma with our Imperial Preceptor, Immortal Qilin? "
The old man in the brocade robe with the surname Tuoba had a feminine aura like a water snake, which made people feel uncomfortable just by looking at him. The middle-aged man with a sturdy physique looked more righteous, but the latter was more flattering, which suited his identity as an evil servant.
The young master raised his hand to prevent the embroidered robed retainer from blurting out sarcastic words. He removed a pitch-black metal tablet from his waist and instructed, "Go back, go to the nearby tents and pass on my order. Gather one thousand two hundred cavalry in three days. When the time comes, we will meet at Yellow Eagle Valley and intercept the Dragon Tree monk together. If anyone dares to disobey, I'll allow you to act first and report later. I don't believe there's an eagle on the prairie that isn't afraid of my Tuoba family. "
Duan Bo Er acknowledged the order and left.
In the Beimang Dynasty, other than the royal family and the young master's family, there was no other branch that could make two of the ten great devils willingly become their servants.
This time, he left home because of his father's unwillingness to let him lead an army to the border of Gu Sai State alone. His father was clearly an invincible martial artist who relied on his glorious military exploits to reach the top of the Royal Court, but he actually valued his elder brother who read the classics of the Central Plains so highly. He favored one and discriminated against the other, which really annoyed him. However, although he didn't like his elder brother's actions, their brotherhood had never faded. Especially in these years, when he caused countless troubles, it was always his kind-hearted elder brother who came forward to settle everything. He didn't hesitate to become enemies with many of the Yelu Murong children. He was very grateful for this, especially when that foxy sister-in-law took the initiative to seduce him at the beginning of the year. Even his father was furious and wanted to cripple his martial arts without listening to his explanation. It was still his elder brother who calmed his father's anger. After that, the brothers had a heart-to-heart talk and pulled the woman who was nominally his sister-in-law to him. He laughed and said that he was sick and would sooner or later die because of him. Looking at his elder brother's gentleness and the woman's shame, even with his father's innate ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness, he couldn't help but feel moved. He remembered that when he was young, before his father's military exploits, the two brothers relied on each other for survival. Indeed, the elder brother was like a father and never let him be bullied by the tribe.
This proud son of the prairie and desert muttered, "As long as you don't live past forty years old and don't fight with me, I will always see you as my elder brother."
The demon in brocade robe turned a deaf ear to the young master's heart-wrenching words.
The young man touched the hilt of his knife and asked, "Who is the recent Xinti?"
The old man smiled and replied, "It's Qu Cha 'er from the Huiyue tribe. He is in charge of twenty to thirty thousand people. His tribe members are good at hunting leopards and lions. Qu Cha' er was originally a small official in the eagle catching room. He was only promoted to Xinti after offering a few good eagles as tribute to the Huiyue tribe leaders. I heard that the women in the tribe are very beautiful. "
The young master said indifferently, "Then go to Qu Cha 'er and rest. As for the women, you can choose as you like."
The demon in brocade robe got along with this extremely noble young man. He was far from being as servile as the middle-aged man. He laughed and said, "I know that the young master has high standards and doesn't care for these vulgar things. It would be impolite for me to refuse."
The young man dismissed it with a smile. To him, there were only a few women in Beimang. For example, the national pipa player of the current dynasty, who was known for her slender hands and excellent drumming skills, the princess who was rumored to have an affair with Chen Zhibao of Beiliang, the princess of the Murong family of the Golden Toad State who liked to keep male companions, and a woman who was a zither player among the top ten demons. Other than these, there were not many women who could arouse his interest.
He suddenly asked, "I heard that the tenth demon, Xie Ling, is dead?"
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