In the Snow: The Prince of Beiliang Rebelled at the Beginning

"Dad, come down quickly. There's a smile over there. Didn't you see that a meteorite fell not far away just now, creating a huge deep pit on the ground."

Li Dongxi said with some horror.

Li Dangxin smiled and looked at Wu Nanbei, "Did you see it?"

Before Wu Nanbei could speak, Li Dongxi spoke for him, "Oh, that's right, it was Nanbei who told me just now."

Li Dangxin smiled and said, "Nanbei, take a look and see as much as you can. Don't force yourself. Got it?"

Wu Nanbei nodded naively, then touched the little bald head with his hand, "Master, I saw it all!"

Li Dangxin was somewhat moved when he heard this. He frowned and asked, "Did you see everything?"

Wu Nanbei nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Li Dangxin knew that his disciple was extraordinary and had his strengths, but this was a contest between the strongest combat power in the world and the immortals in heaven.

Wu can be seen from both north and south.

Li Dangxin looked into the void, feeling neither happy nor sad, and murmured, "Well, that's great! This is great!"

"Nanbei, you must remember not to tell anyone what you just saw."

Wu Nanbei chuckled and said, "I only told Li Zi!"

Li Dangxin wanted to give some earnest advice, but then he saw the "Li Zi" Wu Nanbei mentioned. His daughter was looking at him with a warning look. He immediately smiled, "Ah, Li Zi is not an outsider, it should be."

I just cursed in my heart:

"Hey, Wu Nanbei, why are you so afraid of plums? If... Hey, how can you learn from me?"

Think about this.

Li Dangxin looked a little gloomy, but the next moment, a smile appeared on his face again.

"Nothing bad!"

"Being afraid of women, being afraid of your wife, how normal it is!"

Li Dangxin figured it out instantly, and then looked at Wu Nanbei with a kind look.

Wu Nanbei smiled happily.

Li Zi saw Wu Nanbei laughing, stretched out his hand and twisted his ear, and asked, "Wu Nanbei, what are you laughing at?"

Li Dangxin felt pain and spoke up for his apprentice.

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Wang Xianzhi and Yu Xinlang were also shocked by this scene.

Wang Xianzhi chuckled and said, "It's not without reason that Gao Shulu can live for four hundred years!"

"Now it seems that he is indeed a talent!"

"Anyway, this is the first time I've seen it in this world."

Yu Xinlang asked suspiciously, "Master, if this guy named Gao Shulu fights you, who will win?"

Wang Xianzhi listened to this and smiled smugly. He asked Gao Shulu, who was sitting high up in the clouds, "Gao Shulu, if you fight me, what are your chances of winning?"

Gao Shulu, who was sitting high up in the clouds, frowned and sneered, "It's unknown."

Wang Xianzhi smiled and looked into the void again, "Shall we have a fight?"

Gao Shulu hesitated for a moment and sneered, "I, I'm just watching the show. Who wants to compete with an old monster like you? But you can't do anything to me, otherwise, why have I been in the world all these years? Right?"

"Haha, you are quite good at comforting yourself." Wang Xianzhi said sarcastically. Gao Shulu remained unmoved and said calmly: "I am a self-disciplined person. I don't care about winning or losing. I only have one goal - to stay alive."

Xu Ping'an raised his eyes to look into the void, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He did not chase Gao Shulu, but had another purpose, which was to stop the immortals from heaven from coming to the earth.

Furthermore, the Emperor of the Zhao family has not yet used all his tricks. The old eunuch who lives in the deep palace has never shown up. The strength of this old eunuch, combined with that of the Liyang court, is probably not inferior to that of the immortals in the sky, and may even be stronger.

The threat to Zhao Dun just now was just to force the old eunuch out.

After a long time.

The entire Tai'an City looked towards the Taihe Palace.

Zhao Dun sat on the chair with a gloomy look on his face. Gao Shulu's sudden inaction immediately put him in a difficult position, which meant that he, the Prince of Liyang, had been fooled.

But he had no way to fight back.

This is a terrible thing.

Zhao Dun murmured, "Gao Shulu, Gao Shulu, I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place."

"Your Majesty, Gao Shulu is nothing special, just let him go."

Just as Zhao Dun was muttering to himself, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

The voice was a little hoarse, but very sharp and thin, with a slightly feminine feel.

As he spoke, he had already reached Zhao Dun's side and bowed to the Zhao emperor who was at a loss at the moment.

When Zhao Dun saw this person, his expression was shocked and his spirit was lifted.

Zhao Dun did not put on airs as an emperor and also bowed to the old man.

"Taught me!"

Even the way he referred to himself changed from "Zhen" to "I". This shows how important this old man was in Zhao Dun's heart.

The old man asked Zhao Dun to sit down, then stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the void.

He asked Zhao Dun: "Your Majesty, do you want to kill these people? Or do you want to let them live?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Zhao Dun's eyes, "The Prince of Beiliang must be killed."

The old man shook his head and said, "This boy cannot be killed."

Zhao Dun was startled, staring at the old man's back, lost in thought, unable to utter a word.

after a long time.

He still found it incredible and asked with some confusion: "Why?"

The old man said: "This child is already a celestial being."

"There are many ways to escape, such as becoming pure in an instant. I can only suppress Gao Shulu, but I can't kill him completely. As for Wang Xianzhi, I can also suppress him, but if the three of them come together..."

"It's hard to say who will win or lose, but I won't lose!"

Zhao Dun was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What about Hong Xixiang?"

The old man seemed a little hesitant, looking up at the sky, "This man, he can still be my opponent, but only so-so."

There was a cold flash in his eyes.

Zhao Dun was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to go to war?"

The old man smiled, looked towards the side door, and asked, "Zhang Fuyao, what do you say?"

at this time.

An old man in Confucian robes walked out slowly, looking like a scholar.

This person was none other than the Confucian saint Zhang Fuyao, who lived for a full eight hundred years.

Zhang Fuyao smiled and said, "I am just a scholar, unlike you guys. Fighting is not my strong point."

"Zhang is no match for them."

"You're welcome!"

The old man said contemptuously: "How can a scholar like you be so afraid of death?!"

Zhang Fuyao didn't care at all, with a smile on his face all the time. He walked to the door of the hall and said calmly: "Zhang is just continuing the cultural heritage of Liyang. Now this kind of fighting and killing is naturally your business."

"I'm here to warm up the wine for you. Maybe when you finish your business outside, you can come back and have a sip of hot wine. Wouldn't that be great?!"

"You should know that as a Confucian saint, it is a great honor for you to pour wine for me. Moreover, in terms of age, you should also call me a senior."

The old man listened and chuckled, "If an old man doesn't die, he is a thief."

"Just a thief."

"Why do I call you senior?"