Chapter 407: The Shadow of a Snake, Shocking the Sun God
"shut up!"
The capable man who led the Tibetan delegation shouted sternly, "Mu Chi, you are drunk, and you dare to talk nonsense. Why don't you apologize to His Majesty?"
The bearded man named Mu Chi seemed to be really drunk, and he actually cursed at his superior: "Bah, Gongbu, stop pretending here. Aren't you just relying on the Zamp's appreciation? Otherwise, how can you, a lowly person, command me?"
"If you don't let me say it, I'll say it anyway!"
Mu Chi, relying on the strength of the alcohol, shouted: "Maha is so powerful, that Li Zhenren, even if he borrowed the power of others to defeat him, he must be seriously injured at this moment, and he is definitely not Maha's opponent!"
"In that case, why not let him tell the master about Maha's whereabouts so that the master can personally take action to eliminate Maha. This can also be regarded as revenge for Master Huikun!"
When he heard the name Huikun, the young monk's eyes fluctuated slightly.
Huikun was his master, who died of depression after being defeated by Maha. He often looked towards the direction of the Western Regions and sighed. Before his death, he passed on his lifelong cultivation to him through the method of initiation, and ordered him to defeat Maha in his lifetime!
Gongbu, the capable leader of the delegation, pointed at Mu Chi and said angrily, "Asshole, Master Li is a young hero of the Tang Dynasty, how can you slander him here?"
Mu Chi raised his glass, took a sip of the wine, and sneered, "Hero? Where in the world is there a hero who hides secretly and dares not see anyone? If he is a hero of the Tang Dynasty, then I, Mu Chi, am still a hero of our Tubo!"
Gongbu sighed and apologized to Li Shimin: "Mu Chi was drunk and talked nonsense. I hope the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty will forgive him!"
Li Shimin looked at him coldly, his sharp eyes seemed to see through his heart, causing his heart to tremble and his eyes to droop even more.
Li Shimin sneered in his heart. The man was not drunk. These two people were just acting for him.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to say something when suddenly Namu Chi screamed, his voice full of panic, as if he had seen something very scary.
"Snake, there's a snake!"
Mu Chi threw down the wine glass, clutched his throat tightly with one hand, and put the other hand into his mouth, as if trying to pull something out. His body kept struggling, and a foul odor emerged. Whether it was due to suffocation or fear, he actually wet his pants in public.
Many people covered their noses, and the Tibetan envoys also looked ashamed.
The young foreign monk seemed to have sensed something. He looked solemn and dignified, and uttered a Sanskrit sound from his mouth, which was like the sound of a temple bell, deafening.
Mu Chi was shocked and his eyes gradually became clear again, but he still touched his neck with lingering fear.
"I... I just saw a giant snake in the wine glass, and I drank it..."
As he spoke, Mu Chi couldn't continue. After all, this was too ridiculous.
At this time, a voice was heard, like the sound of a jade flute, clear and extraordinary.
"Interesting! It turns out that your Tibetan heroes were frightened to death by a few poisonous snakes that didn't even exist. This really opened my eyes!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome and elegant young Taoist priest walking towards them.
He was wearing white clothes and a golden belt, had a slender figure, and had long jet-black hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin. His eyes were clearly black and white, he had a straight nose and thin lips, and his sword-like eyebrows reached his temples. He held a Qilin whisk in his hand, and looked as handsome as jade as he walked.
The moment he saw the Taoist in white, the coldness in Li Shimin's eyes disappeared and a smile appeared on his face .
Mu Chi was both ashamed and angry, and asked, "Who are you to dare to make a noise here?"
Li Daoxuan did not answer him immediately, but bowed to Li Shimin first, and then sat down with a swagger. Lady in Green followed him silently, without saying a word, just watching quietly.
"Little Taoist priest, I want to ask you a question!"
Mu Chi slammed the table and said angrily.
Li Daoxuan didn't even look at him, but picked up a pear from the table. He stretched out his hand, and the Juque sword was already in his palm. It was only four inches in size, without any brilliance, and looked like a small black kitchen knife.
The Juque Sword has the ability to change size as desired. Although it is not as exaggerated as the Golden Cudgel, it already has a bit of charm.
While peeling the pear, he said calmly: "I don't want to talk to a hero who wet his pants."
"you--"
Mu Chi wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard an extremely majestic cold snort.
Li Shimin stared at him, the emperor's majesty was like thunder, and the air around him seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.
"You begged again and again, saying that you wanted to see Master Taichong, but when he came to you, you were blind to his presence. It's really ridiculous."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and looked horrified.
They knew that Master Li was not very old, but they didn't expect him to be so young. From his appearance, he probably only looked to be in his ...
The most important thing is that in their imagination, Li Daoxuan had just finished a great battle with the evil Buddha. Even if he won by chance, he should have suffered serious injuries. How could he be so energetic and almost radiant like now?
Among the Tibetan envoys, only the young monk did not show any surprise. He just looked at Li Daoxuan deeply, and the spiritual pattern between his eyebrows glowed slightly, which showed that he had seen through Li Daoxuan's depth.
Late stage of Yin Shen!
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes returned to calm as he looked at Li Daoxuan.
At this time, Li Shimin looked at Gongbu, the leader of the delegation, and said coldly: "In Anren Palace, how can we allow lunatics to act so recklessly? Since you can't discipline your own men, I will discipline them for you."
"Drag him out and give him eighty strokes of the cane."
"promise!"
Wang Bo, the White Tiger Captain, had long disliked that man, and at Li Shimin's command, he immediately walked over, picked up Mu Chi with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and walked out of the palace.
Mu Chi struggled and begged for mercy. Eighty beatings were not easy to bear and he might even lose his life.
In a panic, he looked at Gongbu and shouted, "Gongbu, you asked me to play along with you. Didn't you say that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty wanted to maintain the alliance with us and would not dare to do anything to me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Gongbu's face suddenly turned red. He lowered his head and did not dare to look into Li Shimin's eyes.
"Gongbu, it seems that your subordinate is indeed very drunk."
Li Shimin's eyes were deep, and his calm voice contained the surging of still waters.
Gongbu was stunned, and in a trance he actually felt a sense of fear. He felt that the young emperor in front of him was truly unfathomable, and all his schemes and methods could not be hidden from his eyes.
Like a clown.
"Master, save me! Master, save me!"
Mu Chi had been dragged out of the hall, and the voices were getting farther and farther away.
At this time, the young foreign monk seemed to be unable to bear it and wanted to rescue him, but when he looked up, he was met with a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss, as if the stars were moving and the sun and the moon were hiding.
Those were Li Daoxuan's eyes.
The foreign monk was shocked. He felt that Master Li, whom he could see through just now, had become unfathomable at this moment, as if everything he had observed before was the other party's deliberate guidance.
Even when he was looking into Li Daoxuan's eyes, his spiritual sense gave rise to a sense of crisis, which made him feel very uneasy.
With his character and cultivation, he was able to sit still in a blazing fire pit and remain in a state of calm. However, at this moment, just because of a glance, he felt a chill on his back and his mood fluctuated.
After hesitating for a moment, the foreign monk finally did not make a move. Mu Chi's screams were heard outside the hall. At first, they were hoarse, but later they became smaller and smaller. In the end, he seemed to have fainted. Only the sound of the wooden stick hitting his flesh could be heard, like a series of dull drum beats.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, the vicissitudes in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he quietly put away his great magical power of moving stars and changing constellations.
He lowered his head and continued to peel the pear with the Juque sword. When the last bit of pear skin was peeled off, the pear flesh was as white as jade, juicy and moist in the sunlight.
Li Daoxuan handed the peeled pear to the taciturn maid behind him.
"Qingni, try it and see if it's sweet."
