The first five hundred and eighty-four chapters

"Nature is a big man!"

Only Wang Chong seems to be unable to hear anything, smile, answer again.

"Well! Since Wang Ye knows, why did he still make things like this without a king? We are all invited by Datang Tianzi, who is a guest of Datang, but what is the lord doing to the guests of the emperor? Let us all Are you arresting? Is this the way of hospitality in Datang? Or, the words of the emperor have no effect on the prince?"

"In our *厥, the host came to the guest, but the servant ignored the master's orders, overturned the guest's tea, and overturned the guests' dishware, and did not put the master in his eyes. Such a slave, in us *厥 is to be executed. Wang Ye, are you a slave like this? Or, you are like a slave, you have no king, the following commits!"

At the end of the day, the servants were distracted.

When I heard the servant's leaves, the princes and princesses of the countries behind them were all bright, and they couldn't help but secretly applaud.

In such a short period of time, the servant can become the leader of the princes and princesses in the capital of China. Naturally, there are people who are extraordinary. This kind of temperament and "wisdom" is not comparable to others.

At this time, if there were not so many picket cavalry around, everyone could not help but cheer for him.

However, when the servant was the most proud of the heart, on the horseback, Wang Chong smiled and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Sure enough, it is the country of Yi Di!"

Wang Chong is condescending, and the first sentence that is said makes everyone look stiff:

"Datang is the state of ceremonies, with 'Rituality' as the fundamental, the host treats each other with courtesy, and the guests return with courtesy. The guests come, the host serves with banquets and delicious food, and the guests are full, I would like to thank the host for his hospitality, and then the gentleness and gentleness of leaving. I don’t know if this is the ignorance of the king, or is it the custom of the monks, can you say that your guests are not satisfied with the host’s hospitality, but instead Is it sloppy and blocked at the gate of the host?"

Wang Chong looked up and glanced at the magnificent Grand Tang Palace.

In an instant, the servants and the princes and the princesses of the countries suddenly came to understand each other. Wang Chong’s words are clearly ironic because they don’t understand gratitude and are stuck in the door of the Palace of the Tang Dynasty.

Here is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the core of the entire empire, and the palace is the place where the ministers and emperors negotiate state affairs, and is an extremely important and important place. More than 40,000 Hu people from all over the world gathered here, and the gates of the palace were blocked and the water was leaking. This matter is indeed excessive.

It was only at that time that although everyone felt that something was wrong, but they believed that the law did not blame the public, Datang could not really arrest so many Hu people. In addition, now the court is controlled by Confucianism. At first, everyone felt that there was no problem, but no one thought that this was actually an accident.

Not only did the accident happen, but it also provoked the devil of the alien king.

"Catch them!"

On the other side, Wang Chong did not say anything to the servant. He waved his palm, and behind him, Su Shixuan, who had already stood by, immediately turned over, with a group of picket players playing like a tiger. In the past, the servants and other people were tied up.

"Let me go, let me go! I am the prince of *厥. The alien king, don't you even dare to catch it! This will be a big deal!"

The servant leaves the leaves and finally can't help but panic. While struggling, they scream.

"Hey, wait until something big!"

Wang Chong sneered a sigh.

After so many wars, will he be afraid that the servants will dispel the "big things" in the mouth?

This prince of 厥 does not know who he is talking to.

"Adult, what should I do?"

In the crowd, when I saw Wang Chong’s words, I sent people to really grab the servants and others. The heads of a country’s espionage were pale, not just cold sweats, but sweats were coming down.

"If the princes are caught, these people are seriously derelict. In case of any mistakes, we are afraid that we will not die!"

At this time, everyone in the intestines repented. I knew that this alien king was so ironic and hot. I shouldn’t have listened to the words of Mo Chi, and invited the prince and princess.

At the moment, Mochi’s downswing was more shocking than everyone’s heart. The demonstration that had been used to pressure the Tang Dynasty’s royal family had completely lost control after the picket’s intervention. Although I have heard about all the deeds of Wang Chong, but Mo Chi fell to the center and really found out that he was far underestimating the only 18-year-old Datang God of War.

His actions are unruly, all his speculations, and the strategies that are perfectly available to ordinary people, are completely useless to him. He is more unscrupulous than he imagined, and he has no scruples.

"When you can't be surprised, let me be careful, don't prematurely provoke the alien king, this thing, I am miscalculated!"

Mo Chi’s heart is very bitter.

Any rebuttal appeared to be so weak and weak in the face of Wang Chong’s powerful arrest. Mo Chi’s face was pale and his heart had already retired.

"What to do? The son has not yet come out yet. If you go on like this, the prince and the prince and the princess of the country, and the Hu people at the gate of the city are really caught by the alien kings. I am afraid that the son will come over." It is already late."

On the other side, the bamboo mirror and a group of Confucian masters looked at the scene of the picketing team in front of them, and their hearts were secretly anxious.

The son of the Apostle abolished the army and suppressed the military. The foreign king set up a picket team and arrested the princes and princesses of all countries. The tens of thousands of Hu people were arrested. Such a big thing is enough for the Confucianism. Looking forward to the world, Datong has caused great impact.

"No way, we can't deal with him now, we have to wait until the son comes out."

Song Lao is also very ugly, and he will not understand the impact of the matter, but now he can't bear it and must bear it:

"Everyone listens, we must be patient anyway, don't be tempted!"

What Song Lao is most worried about now is that everyone is irritated by this scene, and there is a conflict with Wang Chong. It was bad at that time. However, Song Lao’s voice just fell, and the next moment, his most worrying thing happened.

"No, I can't stand it! Anyway, I can't let him take away the servants and others!"

The sword ghost clenched his teeth, his voice did not fall, and he rushed out.

"Sword ghost, come back!"

When I heard the sword ghost, the old face changed greatly, and the subconscious wanted to intercept it. However, the character of the sword ghost was always impulsive, and Song Lao had no time to intercept it. He had already rushed out of the crowd with lightning.

"Wang Chong, you give me a hand!"

In the light stone fire, a violent screaming resounded through the door of the Imperial City, and the swordsman did not evade, and straight toward Wang Chong.

"Block him!"

Xu Keyi and others are arresting the Hu people. Suddenly they saw the sword ghosts rushing over, and their faces changed abruptly. A picket of the picket team intercepted the swordsmen. However, hey, only heard a burst of sound, a picket's iron ride is not close, they were taken by a shocking wave of waves and accompanied by Ma Zhenfei, hopes of the horse's fall and screams.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this scene, Su Shixuan's face sank, and immediately slammed out the Uzi steel sword, he was going to intercept the sword ghost, but was quickly stopped by Wang Chong.

"Let him come."

Wang Chong faintly said that he did not care. In an instant, the picket of the picket that had been thrown at the sword ghost immediately retired, and the sword ghost did not care, straight into the front of Wang Chong.

"Wang Chong, what do you want to do, do you want to deliberately destroy the peace of Datang and the countries, and deliberately retaliate against our Confucianism?"

Just six feet away from Wang Chong, the sword ghost was raging, and the eyes seemed to want to swallow Wang Chong.

For Wang Chong, the sword ghost has long since disappeared. Last time in the drunken floor, the sword ghost had no good impression on Wang Chong. Once he had raised the enemy in this Confucianism more than once, he should be fierce and violently kill him from the flesh. It is a pity that neither the son nor the old man listened to him, and finally caused so many scourges.

It now seems that even peace talks with the various wilderness can be completely destroyed in the hands of this alien king.

"Is it finally tolerable?"

Wang Chong was condescending, and he recognized the sword ghost not far away. The sword dance that was originally on the drunken moon floor left a deep impression on Wang Chong.

"He is here, it seems that other Confucianists are not far away."

Wang Chong took a look at the distance without a trace, and a glimmer of light in his eyes.

This time things are so big, if the Confucianism is unaware of it, then it is really strange.

"Hey, where is the little character coming in front of the king, dare to be so arrogant?"

Wang Chong looked indifferent and faint.

"Bastard!"

When I heard Wang Chong’s words, Jian Gui’s eyes were red, and he was furious and violent. The next moment, the light flashed, and the sword ghost pulled out the long sword of his body, and his body was ghostly, a flashing, instantly disappeared into the void. .

"The dance of music!"

A burst of classical sound, even with the knock of the chimes, suddenly sounded in the void. Around Wang Chong, a famous picket team, iron rider, even Su Shih-hyun, heard this voice, is an instant look, as if the soul was pulled into another world, the face showed a fascinating look.

Yule is the music of the ancient Emperor and is the joy of saints. The dance of music is one of the top ten killing skills in the Spring and Autumn Period. It is a top warrior who was born by a hacker. After joining the Confucianism, he learned from the music.

The dance of the sword, when the sword comes out, as the notes are excited, each note is a sword skill. This sword skill is not only the body of the murderer, but also the soul of the person. Even if the will is firm, the strongest who achieves the holy martial arts will be affected by the joy.

Because of the joy of the Emperor, it was the joy of the heart!