On a high platform not far from the Prince's Mansion, a middle-aged man in a red dragon robe turned around and asked the short and fat old man beside him, "Old Man Lu, what do you think?"

The old man named "Old Man Lu" by the man in the dragon robe said, "When you go back to your Majesty, that boy is afraid that he doesn't come from Xingtan, but from Momen."

The man in the dragon robe is His Majesty King Liang.

Liang Wangdao: "But I tried Confucianism and he answered it in a very good way. His insights were so high that I only saw it in my life. If it weren't for the mountain behind Xingtan, where could it come from?"

Old Man Lu thought for a while and said, "Then he thought he was from the back mountain of Xingtan. It was just that he learned Confucian classics, but he practiced the Mohist martial arts. The old master in Xingtan did whatever he wanted and was unconventional, and probably wouldn't mind."

King Liang said angrily: "Confucianism, do you have any accurate letters?"

Old Man Lu said: "If you can't accept this statement, then think that he abandoned Confucianism and followed Mohism?"

King Liang said: "Old man Lu! I invite you here to come here to let you verify the correct body and cut off your roots and feet. You will be confused for a while, and you will be swaying. What does it mean? If you can't see it, just say it!"

King Liang used the method of stimulating the general.

Old man Lu said with confidence: "I can't see it."

"What?" King Liang was surprised. He never expected that there was a person in this world who could not see his roots even if Old Man Lu looked at him in person. Such a thing had never happened before.

"What's so fuss about this? I'm not omniscient and omnipotent, old man." Old man Lu rolled his eyes.

King Liang had no choice but to turn his head and swung his hands down. Old man Lu could throw him over a dozen streets like playing a bachelor.

"Whether it is Confucianism or Mohism, it is a good thing for Lao Ba. Isn't this enough? I really don't understand what you are struggling with." Old Man Lu said.

King Liang sighed and said, "The Confucian and Mohist teachings are different, which determines my future attitude towards Yan'er."

Old Man Lu said: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Can you take care of that much?"

King Liang glared at Old Man Lu, then turned his head to stare in the distance, and fell into deep thought. After all, the royal family is not an ordinary family.

After a long time, King Liang said, "Let Ru Jia take action."

Old Man Lu said: "I have sent someone to talk about it, but whether or not I agree depends on her mood."

Liang Wang said: "I'll let someone say it again to show sincerity and urgency." After a pause, he added: "But she really doesn't want to, so forget it. It's not appropriate to bother her about such a small fight."

Old Man Lu curled his lips and then sighed: "After that's it, the banished immortal sword has been around for a long time."

King Liang nodded in agreement.

Then Old Man Lu changed his tone and smiled, "But from now on there is 'mutton soup that will not be replaced with immortal elixir'." The old man said, swallowing his saliva.

The two laughed.

...

The sword competition over there has been over, and Guo Dalu's bamboo sword is definitely better.

Gray Robe said confidently: "In three years, I will break your bamboo knife."

Guo Dalu didn't know what to say, so he nodded and said, "Come on!"

In another three years, Guo Dalu himself doesn’t know what level he will reach, so the bamboo sword is probably not easy to break.

The reception banquet ended in a hurry, and the prince Liang Chengkang failed to slap himself in the face, but instead made himself dirty. He was also loved by the fourth prince and the seventh prince. However, when he thought of the eighth brother having a strong support like Mr. Xingtan from then on, he couldn't help but feel worried, lamenting that his eighth brother is lucky and he has another strong enemy.

Prince's Mansion.

At this time, Liang Chengkang was not as depressed as the fourth brother and the seventh brother imagined. Instead, he lay on the ladder with a relaxed smile and asked her to feed her grapes.

The maid in purple clothes was considerate and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince lost two consecutive games, but she was not worried but happy. Could it be that your Highness has a good idea to find the victory?"

Liang Chengkang smiled and said, "Come on guessing, if you guess right, I will have a reward."

The maid in purple blinked her bright big eyes, thought for a while, and said, "The two worshippers in the Prince's Mansion, both black robe and gray robe lost to the young gentleman who was invited back from the Eight Prince's Mansion. I guess that the young gentleman in white robe might take action and go to settle the score with the young gentleman in Xingtan who used a bamboo knife?"

The prince laughed, reached out and pinched the face of the girl in purple, and said, "There are so many girls in the mansion, and you only know your highness's thoughts best, so reward!"

The maid in purple smiled and said, "And the words and deeds of the young gentleman in Xingtan are strange. He is so ridiculous and even provoked him."

Liang Chengkang said: "He was ordered by Lao Ba and deliberately slapped my prince's mansion in the face."

The maid in purple clothes said "Yes" and said, "I didn't expect that the Eighth Highness was so hidden that she deceived everyone."

Liang Chengkang no longer responded, and his smile was frozen on his face. He was not afraid of Lao Ba's cunning and scheming. After all, he was confident that he was better than these qualities, at least not inferior to anyone. What he really cared about was the young gentleman Xingtan. His strength was one aspect, and the most important thing was that he didn't know whether the appearance of that young gentleman represented Xingtan's attitude. If Xingtan thought Lao Ba was more suitable to be the leader of Liang and expressed his support, then his prince in recent years would probably be in vain.

So he must figure this out.

"Mr. Xingtan" Guo Dalu didn't know that his actions at the banquet would cause so many chain reactions. He is now watching Liang Yan's small and semi-finished "tiger bone picture".

As expected, compared with the "Black Tiger Sniffing Red Plum Picture" painted by Liang Yan before, this tiger bone picture, regardless of the overall layout, subtle brush strokes or color combination, all show the Eighth Prince's true talent and ambition, without any concealment.

The huge and ostentatious skeleton is vividly revealed on the paper's kingly aura... You can imagine how fierce and amazing it will be once this painting is finally completed.

Guo Dalu habitually deduced the cultivation method of the Huazong along the lines of the tiger bones - this was also a small hobby after he learned the Beiming Technique.

"By the way, have you ever thought about being an emperor?" Guo Dalu suddenly asked casually.

Liang Yan's face changed drastically.

How could such a sensitive topic be asked so hasty? He was cautious and natural, and looked out the door as soon as possible, and then observed around, for fear that someone was monitoring him.

After observing for a while, I made sure that I was not being monitored and said "um" gently.

Liang Yan is not a fool. After getting along with Guo Dalu, how can he not know his ability? Even if he does not come from Xingtan, he is still a powerful person with a strong status. Being valued by such a powerful person is a great opportunity that is rare in a century. He cannot make a mistake by walking, cannot let the powerful person be disappointed, and cannot deceive the powerful person.

Along the way, the Eighth Prince of Liang State was under great pressure.

"Then give up fighting for the throne." Guo Dalu suggested, "concentrate on painting and doing things."

Liang Yan whispered in a low voice but was extremely serious: "Please tell me clearly." He has changed his name.

"There is a saying in our hometown that pursues excellence and success will come to you by yourself. This means that if you want that position, focus on improving your strength and prestige first, and don't have to compete with your brothers for anything."

"A fight without fighting?" Liang Yan said.

Guo Dalu shook his head and smiled, "To be precise, whoever has the strength is the final winner. Even if one day the prince ascended the throne according to the normal sequence, it would not be the final conclusion."

Liang Yan's heart was filled with storm, and his eyes were shimmering.

"Tomorrow, call Liang Hongli to go to Yangzhai together?" Guo Dalu casually changed the topic.

"Okay." Liang Yan calmed down.

...

Xunyangzhai.

Two young men in starry and moon robe walked out of the shop, looked at each other and smiled bitterly. One of them said, "Anyway, the words have been brought, and we can't decide the rest."

Another tall and thin man said, "The White Robe is a tribute to the Prince's Mansion, but it may not be..."

Before he finished speaking, his companion coughed, and the tall and thin person immediately stopped talking and speeded up his pace to return to the palace to report his life.

The white robe worship rejected the request of King Liang and the National Master on the grounds that "the situation is about to be broken, and there is no distraction." King Liang and the National Master expressed their understanding and gave up the matter.

Crown Prince Liang Chengkang also received the news later, looking depressed, but helpless. Bailang admitted that it was the enshrined by the Prince's Mansion, but never admitted that it was his own enshrined. In other words, until today, the white robe has not really taken a fancy to his prince.

The next day, Guo Dalu, Liang Yan and Liang Hongli came to Xunyangzhai again. The female boss asked Liang Yan to go to the hall as usual and asked Liang Hongli to do odd jobs, and then called Guo Dalu to the kitchen to cut vegetables and meat for her.

"Have you done these things before?" the female boss asked when she saw Guo Dalu's movements skillfully.

"Well, I worked as a meat knife seller in Wushuang City." Guo Dalu replied.

"Part-time? Then what is your real career?"

"Monk." Guo Dalu patted his bamboo knife.

The female boss nodded, looked at Guo Dalu, and said, "Where is your sword?"

"Um?"

"You are a sword cultivator." The female boss said while using the wooden pie in her hand to spread the soup.

Guo Dalu was stunned for a moment and said, "Uh... I didn't meet an opponent worthy of drawing the sword."

"Oh? I haven't encountered it until now?"

Guo Dalu shook his head.

The female boss asked again: "Until this moment?"

At this moment, the four words emphasize the tone.

After finishing cutting the side dishes, Guo Dalu put down his knife, looked at the female boss, and said, "To answer this question, you must first look at your sword, boss."

The female boss also stopped her work and looked at Guo Dalu, "I'm not sure if you have this qualification."

Guo Dalu spread his hands and was about to say confidently "must have it", but the female boss continued, "My last opponent who showed his sword was Kuang Shiqi, and I stabbed him with a sword. I wonder if you have ever heard of this name?"

Guo Dalu swallowed the three words back into his stomach.

I thought I was meeting a ghost general, but I didn’t expect it to be the King of Hell!

A big shot who was the same as Kuang Shiqi, and even stabbed Kuang Shiqi with a sword?!

The female boss was very satisfied with Guo Dalu's reaction and waved his hand and said, "But since that time, my realm has fallen back to the starting point. After that, I was unable to practice for many years. Finally, I had to go to the Food Sect to learn how to cook. Then I personally prefer to make soup, so I completely changed my career and became a chef until today."

Guo Dalu asked: "Can you know Linghu Tang?"

"Who?" the female boss was puzzled.
To be continued...