Chapter 271 Zhao Duan enters the realm of divine chapter (please ask for guaranteed monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)
In the palace, the sweet-looking Xu Junling's expression paused and he said with a smile:
"Would the imperial sister not know?"
Xu Zhenguan's expression was as calm as water, he looked at her pointedly and said:
"If the emperor knows the affairs of the world, it will be easy to govern the country."
Xu Junling looked a little embarrassed and changed the subject:
"Then the emperor thinks, which side will win in this fight?"
Xu Zhenguan still shook his head, as if no matter what you ask, I just don't make my position clear:
"Who can say for sure?"
The little princess was helpless.
A few years ago, when she entered the capital, she made friends with Xu Zhenguan, who was the third emperor's daughter at that time.
My impression at that time was that this sister had a beautiful belly, and we had a lot of fun talking with her.
Now we meet again, although on the surface the feelings are good, but after all... they are different.
"My sister has some opinions,"
Xu Junling could only try to use himself as bait. Seeing the empress looking over, she looked like a military advisor and analyzed: "As the empress of the Xu Dynasty, Sister Huang should put the interests of the court first. The best thing is for herself." It is to balance the two forces.
However, if we talk about bias, the sorcerers of the Tianshi Mansion have always swept away the snow in front of the door. Although the old Tianshi is powerful, he rarely interferes with the mortal world.
But Shenlong Temple is not a place where the six roots are pure. Although Abbot Xuanyin has been in seclusion all day long and has not stepped out of the Buddhist temple for many years, the ancestral hall of Buddhism in the Western Regions is still there, and the Buddhism in our Dayu Dynasty has always been related to Buddhism in the Western Regions strives for orthodoxy.
I heard that the monk Bianji had good relations with the powerful people in the capital, and Buddhist temples were spread all over the Yu Dynasty... It is hard to say who is superior between Xuan Yin and Zhang Tianshi.
But if we look at the situation, the Shenlong Temple lineage is getting more and more prosperous. If they win again and regain their momentum, it may be detrimental to the dynasty. "
These words were clear and clear, clearly explaining the empress's position.
Xu Zhenguan just smiled.
She glanced lovingly at her cousin who was testing like crazy in front of her, and said calmly: "I once listened to Zhang Tianshi's teachings, and a truly strong man only focuses on himself. I actually hope that my royal family of Martial Gods will... Can restore the past.”
Another change of topic.
Xu Junling felt helpless as if he had punched cotton, and sighed: "What Sister Huang said is absolutely true, but in the Xu family, I have only produced one genius: Sister Huang.
Looking at the royal family, not to mention competing with the Buddhist and Taoist families, there is no one who can be recognized by Taizu for wearing the sword, and there is no one who can hold this divine sword.
Those offerings, not to mention... there is only one Zhao Duan, who has a good reputation, but he is not very powerful in cultivation. "
Xu Zhenguan smiled and put down the chess piece:
"Really."
She had known that this cousin tried Zhao Duan, but was beaten back.
Xu Junling said curiously:
"Speaking of which, Zhao Duan seems to have disappeared these days. Has he never come to the palace to accompany the imperial sister?"
Xu Zhenguan said calmly: "He is resting in the mansion for a while."
"Oh... in two days' time, it will be the day of fighting. Will the emperor go to see it?"
"Let's talk about it later."
The battle between Buddhism and Taoism lasted for three consecutive days.
Half an hour later, after testing a lot but finding nothing, the princess left in disappointment.
The empress's slender fingers brushed across the chessboard, and the black and white stones fell like a waterfall and returned to the chess box.
She stood up and couldn't help but think of Zhao Duan's appearance, thinking in her heart:
"I wonder if you can break through before the fight ends."
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Two days passed in a blink of an eye.
The much-anticipated battle between Buddhism and Taoism kicked off on the third day.
On this day, the streets in Beijing were empty.
Empress Dayu, Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi, Abbot Xuanyin...
It is extremely rare for three powerful men in the "celestial realm" to be in the same frame.
Although they only watched the "opening ceremony" and the three of them left separately without stopping at the place of fighting, it still aroused countless people's comments.
It can be seen that the tradition of fighting is grand.
Although the three empresses left, there were still powerful people from Tianshi Mansion and Shenlong Temple who stayed at the scene.
The senior officials of the imperial court put down their political affairs and stayed to watch on behalf of the imperial court. The momentum is so great that it is difficult to describe.
That night, the first day ended, and the lights in the city were not extinguished until midnight.
Among the officials who were supposed to be present, Zhao Duan was missing.
On the second day, the three heavenly beings did not appear again, and there were far fewer people watching the excitement, but they were still crowded.
Zhao Duan still hasn't appeared.
In a blink of an eye, the third day arrived, which was also the day of the decisive battle.
Perhaps to suit the occasion, there was another autumn rain last night. It stopped at dawn, but the sky was still gloomy.
…
Early morning, Zhao Mansion.
The old steward wrapped himself in a windproof coat, summoned two servants, and walked towards the study.
According to the rules, at this time every day, he would go to deliver breakfast to Dalang, bring in new drawing paper, and move out the mountains of paintings in the house.
But today there is a difference.
"Da Lang?"
When the old steward came to the study door, he was suddenly stunned because he found that the door was ajar.
rather than closing tightly.
He carefully opened the door and opened his eyes wide. He saw that the study, which should have been a mess with nowhere to go, was actually clean.
Everything is placed neatly and neatly.
Zhao Duan, who was originally disheveled and disheveled, suddenly dressed up and regained his handsome appearance. He was standing in front of the desk, cleaning the inkstone.
"Uncle Zhao, you are here."
Zhao Duan heard the sound and turned his head with a peaceful smile.
The old steward was stunned.
For some reason, at this moment, he always felt that the young master in front of him was different.
"You...are you..." he stammered.
"Oh," Zhao Duan smiled: "The retreat is over. I woke up a little early, so I tidied up first."
"The knot...is over..."
The old steward was old and his reaction was a little slow. He subconsciously said:
"The new paper for drawing..."
Zhao Duan shook his head and said, "No need, just put it back."
Immediately, as if he remembered something, he asked casually: "Are my aunt and the others at home? Or are they going to watch the fight? If I'm not mistaken, today is the last day."
The old steward subconsciously replied:
"It is indeed the last day. Madam and young lady were worried about Da Lang, so they never went to see him."
"That's it," Zhao Duan drawled a long voice, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a bright smile: "Then go prepare the car, call your aunt and Pan'er, and let's go and have a look together. We have only met each other in many years. Wouldn’t it be a pity to miss out on the excitement?”
The old steward suddenly woke up.
While nodding his head repeatedly, he ran away excitedly to tell the "mistress" the good news, accompanied by joyful shouts of "The young master is out!"
——Dalang, who had been crazy for half a month, finally became normal!
Zhao Duan looked dumbfounded as he watched the old steward run away, as well as the entire Zhao family who was disturbed by him.
Shaked his head.
Zhao Duan walked out of the study and stood by the pillar.
Facing the slightly cold autumn air, the rain was sparse and the wind was strong last night. At this moment, there were still water droplets rolling down on the tiles above my head.
In the courtyard, most of the leaves of several ginkgo trees were withered.
Zhao Duan was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers.
A drop of water that rolled down from the eaves rippled and flew out of the corridor, causing the surrounding raindrops to gather in clusters.
far away.
A wet, golden ginkgo leaf swirled down from the branch. It was held up by the string of raindrops one after another, bounced several times in the air, and somehow landed in Zhao Duan's palm.
Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful beyond words.
Several months later, Zhao Duan entered the realm of divine chapter today.
(End of chapter)