Huifan was not happy when he saw Lama Wang, "Don't deal with it. If it weren't for the master here, I'm afraid that someone would have been dealt with by our Shaolin Temple."

"So awesome?"

Huifan briefly told him what had happened in the martial arts hall just now. When Lama Wang heard this, he became interested.

"I didn't expect that Master Sweeping the floor is a master who is hidden. I happened to be quite idle recently. Why don't you teach me two martial arts skills? I can go to the mountain to rob several big families. Oh, no, I'm robbing the rich to help the poor, and save the people of the world, and by the way, I will clear the money I owe you."

The monk sweeping the floor, "You boy, you have a bad mind."

Wang Banxian raised his hand and sweared, "If I am not upright in my mind, I will not be thinking about paying you back!"

The sweeping monk was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he bent down to clean up the residue on the ground. Huifan and Lama Wang were quick-witted and even snatched the broom. "This kind of rough work is necessary for the master's father to do it. Let's do it!"

The sweeping monk went to pick up the water again, and the two said, "This kind of cheap job is something that the master and father need to do. Let's do it."

The sweeping monk walked out, and the two followed closely, fearing that he would run away. The old monk said, "I'll go pee, why are you following?"

"For this kind of work, Master and Father still need to do it, let's do it!" The two of them immediately said, "Forget it, Master and Master will do it yourself."

The sweeping monk knew that the two of them had a little idea and said, "Do you two want to learn martial arts from me?"

"No, nothing, we just admire the Master as a human being, and we are willing to follow the saddle and horse, and work hard for the sake of the dog and horse."

"Since there isn't, then forget it."

The two of them said again, "Actually, we have low martial arts skills. He is often bullied in the temple. For the sake of our playing tricks together, we will teach us two tricks and be able to defend ourselves."

The monk sweeping the floor, "I have to test you."

"Don't worry, we are a long-tested communist... monk! Although we have different beliefs, I am Zen and Tantric Buddhism, but we were all a ancestor five hundred years ago."

"Stop talking, you will go to Mr. Li to help these days."

Li Qingcheng arranged for carriages to move into Shaolin Temple. Today's pursuit of merit was extremely difficult, but the words of the sweeping monk reserved a glimmer of hope for him. He didn't want Li Jinping to worry, so he pretended to be relaxed and joked with her.

How could Li Jinping not be able to see that? She asked, "Brother, is it that my disease has no cure?"

Li Qingcheng said, "No, it just takes time."

"In the past few days, in a coma, I vaguely saw black and white impermanence wandering at the door, wanting to find my soul, I was scared."

Li Qingcheng hugged her in his arms and comforted her, "It's okay, I, Qingcheng, have a sword here. Not to mention the black and white impermanence, even if the King of Hell comes in person, I will ask whether my sword agrees."

Li Jinping felt warm in his heart. Even if he died, it was worth it. She said slowly, "Don't comfort me. I know my illness myself. Brother Li, if he is cured, he will probably be with bottles and jars in the future and stay in such a place all day long. I don't like it. You promised me that you would take me to see the water of the Yellow River, take me to see the yellow sand in Saibei, ride horses on the grassland, and watch the snow on the snowy mountain. Since this disease has no cure, why waste time? We can travel all over the world and travel around the world. I will never be shaken by such a life."

Unconsciously, Li Jinping's true feelings were revealed.

Li Qingcheng's eyes were filled with tears, and he hugged her in his arms tighter, "Don't worry, I will do what I promise you, and your illness will definitely be cured."

"Is it not cured?"

Li Qingcheng's eyes became a little cold, "If it cannot be cured, I will let Guifanlou and Shaolin Temple people bury you with you!"

The sweeping monk outside the door heard this and whispered, "Amitabha." This donor Li was in danger of falling into the devil's path.

Li Jinping said, "Brother, don't do this. Everyone has their own destiny. Maybe this is my destiny."

Li Qingcheng said, "I don't believe in fate."

Li Jinping raised his head and looked at him with affectionate expression on his face, "Promise me, even if I leave, don't kill me."

Li Qingcheng looked at Li Jinping, who was haggard, and his eyes felt hot and he burst into tears, "I promise you."

The weather is getting colder.

At night, Li Jinping was in a coma and shouted cold. Li Qingcheng burned the room very hot, but it had no effect. Fortunately, Shaolin Temple did not lack firewood, so Huifan and four people were arranged to take care of their daily life. In addition to carrying water, each of them thought about additional work: chopping firewood.

The sweeping monk came to see Li Jinping's illness several times and changed the formula strategy given by Dr. Xue. Under his conditioning, Li Jinping's illness gradually improved.

On this day, he said to Li Qingcheng, "Young Hero Li, I have no right to pass on you the mantra of Nine Yang. I can only wait until Xuanyin comes out of seclusion before making a decision. I will talk to you. But you must be mentally prepared. Even if you practice Nine Yang, it will only alleviate the condition of the wife, and treat the symptoms but not the root cause."

Li Qingcheng looked respectful, "Thank you, Master."

"However, there is a saying that I want to explain. Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist holy place. We should do our best to cure diseases and save lives. No matter what happens, don't take your anger on my temple."

Li Qingcheng knew that he was talking about the evil thoughts in his heart that day, so he said piously, "Li Qingcheng keeps it in mind."

...

A fleet of chariots and horses came to the west of the capital.

It was Zhao Langjiang's convoy.

They walked from Yinyang to the capital for three months. If Zhao Langjiang was alone, one month would be enough. However, this time when he entered Beijing, he would face the saint, and he would take care of Zhao Tianci in his infancy, so his itinerary would be slower.

Fortunately, the imperial edict required that they could arrive in the capital before the birthday party of His Majesty on the tenth day of the October 20th. This time, they were nearly half a month ahead of schedule to catch up with His Majesty's birthday party.

Zhao Tianci was seven months old and only learned to crawl. He didn't pay attention and climbed outside the carriage. His round head was full of curiosity about the world. Along the way, Zhao Langjiang was worried about it.

A commemorative officer had already reported their itinerary to the capital in advance, and the court arranged the welcoming ceremony at Yongding Gate, which was the gate that only triumphantly passed by to commend Zhao Langjiang's extraordinary achievements in Western Xinjiang.

When the people at the door saw the sealed gate, they didn't know what happened, so they watched at the door. Someone who was interested quickly found out that it was Zhao Langjiang, the King of Yinyang, who returned to the capital to meet the saint.

News spread wildly.

The imperial court was in the western border of Chu, and the Zhou coalition forces fought so hard that it greatly boosted the morale of the people in the city. Even when they saw the Chu people in the capital, the Zhou people would raise their heads and laugh at them while ridicule them. This was the credit of Prince Zhao.

So when he heard that Zhao Langjiang entered the capital, countless people spontaneously came to Yongding Gate, surrounded the corridors on both sides, and came to pay homage to this young and promising general in the Western Xinjiang.

Heroes are always respected.

Zhao Langjiang and Yu Daming were heroes. He was different from Yuwen Tianlu’s scheming and ingenious plot, and he was also different from Xue Huai’s inability to retreat. He was a hero who was open and upright and fought the Chuzhou coalition forces with his own strength.

Therefore, Zhao Langjiang was so popular that his popularity reached its peak as he came to the capital this time.

Everyone came here just to see his charm.

For this reason, the five cities' military commanders had to send more people to maintain order outside Yongding Gate.

The carriage slowly drove towards Yongding Gate.

The sound of war drums and horse hooves.

A team of Red Cavalrymen drove out of Yongding Gate and arrived before Zhao Langjiang's convoy. The leader turned over and dismounted, saluted by the Ming army, and said, "The commander of the Red Cavalrymen, Song Renji, see King Yinyang!"

Zhao Langjiang dismounted and returned the greeting, saying, "I'm sorry, Commander Song." Seeing that the crowd was crowded with people, he said in surprise, "Why are you in such a big situation?"

Song Renji smiled and said, "The prince's name is circulating in the capital, and the people in the capital are waiting to admire the prince's style!"

Zhao Langjiang was wearing casual clothes, not wearing armor, but the golden knife was hung on the horse, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Forget it, let them retreat. I don't want to attract attention."

Commander Song said, "We are the Red Cavalry Army and cannot control the people in the capital. This is the job of the five cities' military commanders."

Zhao Langjiang shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't want to be noticed, so he had to urge the carriage to move forward. Commander Song led the way in front and said, "Prince Zhao, now he was also in the Western Arms and Fire Camp, and he also met the prince."

Zhao Langjiang looked at him and had no impression of this person, but when he heard that he was from the Western Army, he felt a little more favorable.

"I didn't expect that at a young age, I was already the commander of the Red Cavalry Army, and I was young and promising."

Chief Song said, "The prince is very rewarded, and compared with the prince, he is completely different from the prince. He is just born in a family of officials and fought seriously in the Western Army. After the war, my father transferred me back."

"Who is Lingzun?"

"Song Yixue, Minister of War!"

"It turns out that he is the son of Lord Song, and Zhao offended him."

Song Rendi said, "The prince is so embarrassed to say this." He said, "The prince's mansion in the capital has not been built yet. Let's live in the Duke of Anguo's mansion in the next few days."

When the title of Duke of the Court was reached, the court would allocate funds to build mansions, usually in places close to the capital to facilitate the waiting for the imperial edict. After Yuwen Tianlu was designated as a rebellion, Duke An was idle. This time the court arranged him in the old house of Yuwen Mansion. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or intentional one.

Zhao Langjiang smiled and said, "Just follow the arrangement."

"Anyway, your Majesty has also been here to see you these days. Why not tonight, I will invite a few old soldiers from the Western Army to drink with the prince and ask the prince not to dislike him."

Zhao Langjiang said, "I have quit drinking."

Song Renji was a little unbelievable when he heard this, but the two of them had a simple and thoughtful conversation and were not convenient to ask more questions, "It's not a bad thing to talk about together."

Zhao Langjiang looked at Yang Xiaoxiao, and Yang Xiaoxiao said, "You are the prince, don't ask me if you are outside."

Zhao Langjiang laughed, "Anyway, I don't have friends in the capital, so you can arrange it."

Rumble!

Eighteen sounds of cannons.

Outside Yongding Gate, there were bursts of cheers.

The entire capital is welcoming the triumph of this legendary figure.

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Chapter completed!