Chapter 842???

At the same time, in a huge mansion in the capital.

An old man and a young boy were sitting in the study, playing chess.

The old man was dressed in a black monk's robe, had kind eyes and looked energetic.

His eyes flashed with brilliance from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

This old man is not an outsider.

It was the monk Yongjue who had previously come to Central Plains with Yagyu Munekage to study Buddhism.

Hiss! At this moment, Monk Yongjue took a deep breath.

He held the white piece in his hand and slowly placed it in the corner of the chessboard.

Suddenly, a set of the demon sword Muramasa's fixed pattern appeared before his eyes.

"The master is very skilled in chess, he is really amazing..."

Seeing Monk Yongjue drop the white piece, a young man in brocade clothes in front of him said: "This magic sword is really treacherous and changeable..."

This young man has a tall stature, handsome face and extraordinary bearing.

At this time, he was looking at Monk Yongjue and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Your Highness, you are too kind..."

Hearing the young man's words, Monk Yongjue smiled and said, "Your Highness has a quick mind and excellent chess skills..."

"If Your Highness had not pressed me so hard, I would not have used this demon sword style..."

While speaking, Monk Yongjue picked up the teacup beside him.

He took a sip of tea and continued, "Your Highness, why haven't you seen Prince Yu in recent days?"

"I have long heard that Prince Yu is well-informed, well-versed in history and the customs of Japan. This old monk has long admired him, but has never seen him..."

At this point, a hint of doubt appeared on Monk Yongjue's face.

"Master, you've stumped me..."

Hearing the monk Yongjue's question, the young man shook his head and said, "My father has always been elusive. Even I don't know his whereabouts..."

"You and I should just concentrate on the chess game. When my father is free someday, I will definitely introduce him to the master!"

The young man smiled as he spoke.

He picked up a black piece and prepared to drop it.

At this moment, the young man looked dazed.

At the same time, a sharp pain came from the heart.

As the pain came, the young man's arm trembled, and the black piece fell directly onto the chessboard with a crisp sound.

"Your Highness..."

Seeing the young man like this, Monk Yongjue quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah, no problem..."

Hearing this, the young man shook his head and said, "Maybe I'm a little tired, I was a little dazed for a moment..."

"Amitabha…"

Seeing this, Monk Yongjue chanted a Buddhist name and said, "In this case, today's game of chess will end here. I will not disturb you to rest..."

"When the prince has rested well tomorrow, you and I will continue today's unfinished game..."

Having said that, Monk Yongjue slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

"The master is so considerate..."

After hearing what Master Yongjue said, the young man said, "If that's the case, I will definitely have a good fight with the master tomorrow."

After hearing this, Monk Yongjue nodded and slowly walked out of the house.

After watching Monk Yongjue leave, the smile on the young man's face gradually faded.

"Someone come!"

At this time, he called out.

"Young Master..."

As he spoke, a man in embroidered clothes quietly appeared beside him and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Where is Father?"

At this time the young man spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of uneasiness between his brows.

"I dare not ask about the whereabouts of the prince..."

The man responded to the young man's words.

"Check it out for me..."

At this moment, the young man's voice was full of determination: "I have been feeling uneasy since just now..."

"Quickly send someone to find out the whereabouts of my father..."

As he spoke, the young man waved his arm.

Whoosh! With a slight sound, something flew directly towards the man.

When he took it in his hand, he saw that it was a warrant.

"yes!"

Seeing the warrant in his hand, the man nodded and seemed quite respectful.

"Go ahead..."

The young man waved his hand and said lightly.

Whoosh! As the young man spoke, the man disappeared in a flash.

"Father..."

After the man left, the young man looked up at the sky, wanting to say something.

But he closed his mouth again midway through his words.

Then he shook his head and walked into the room next door.

…

Jinling City.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

A figure stepped into the air and climbed over the city wall.

He flew lightly as if walking on flat ground and rushed towards the city.

As the saying goes, "When you bow your head, your aura will calm the universe; when you fly in the sky, you can ride the wind and walk on the clouds."

This person was none other than Wang Ye.

Although the man was killed, now is not the time to relax.

Everyone in Jinxiu Manor was poisoned by the Wanmiao Sangong smoke and fell unconscious.

If they are not treated, they will eventually turn into a pool of pus and blood and die on the spot in seven days! With this thought in mind, Wang Ye moved a little faster.

But in the blink of an eye, they arrived at Jinxiu Manor.

However, the moment he fell, he was stunned.

Because he saw Doctor Zhu sitting alone at the table eating heartily.

You can eat the pork elbow and braised pork at the same time, and your mouth will be full of oil.

At first glance, it looks extremely despicable.

???

Seeing this, Wang Ye was stunned.

What was going on? Weren't all the people present knocked out by the Wanmiao Sangong smoke? How could this old bastard Zhu still be chewing like crazy here?

Thinking of this, he looked at Doctor Zhu and said, "Old Zhu, are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm in trouble?"

Hearing this, Doctor Zhu glanced at Wang Ye and said, "I was born in Yaowang Valley. What kind of strange and poisonous medicine have I not seen?"

"It's just a mere Wan Miao San Gong smoke, can it hurt me?"

As he spoke, Doctor Zhu picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks.

I'm so...

Hearing this, Wang Ye cursed in his heart.

What kind of day is this? How can this old bastard still want to eat?! At the same time, he said, "I can't hurt you, why did you faint just now?"

Wang Ye's eyes widened as he spoke.

"If I hadn't fainted, wouldn't I have to fight the enemy together with you?"

Hearing Wang Ye's question, Doctor Zhu shrugged and said, "I am old, my arms and legs are weak, it is not appropriate for me to do anything..."

"So lying down and pretending to be dead is normal, isn't it?"

Speaking of this, Doctor Zhu looked as if he was used to it.

"Then why the hell don't you save people!?"

At this time, Wang Ye continued to ask: "Are you still eating here?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll be poisoned?"

"No—afraid—"

After hearing Wang Ye's words, Doctor Zhu waved his hand and said, "It will take at least seven days for the Wanmiao Sangong smoke to kill a person..."

"It's the same if I save people after I'm full..."

"Otherwise, let alone others, this old man will snatch my pork elbow when he wakes up!"

As he spoke, Doctor Zhu pointed at Li Sanduo standing beside him, his face full of pride.

Good guy…

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was completely speechless.

Zhu Lao Zamao is still Zhu Lao Zamao after all…

He is old and thick-skinned.

The most important thing is that this grandson is so shameless, it's really amazing...

(End of this chapter)