"Is it not enough for one person to come?"

Yang Xuanying asked back, and saw that Nie Wendong didn't say anything, he smiled again:

"As an envoy, it is inevitable that it will be slower, no faster than Yang's solitary journey. Calculate the time, it will take another 10 or 20 days. Could it be that Lord Nie is anxious about these days?"

"This is not."

Nie Wendong was stunned and raised his hand. His servant came forward with a good wine and poured wine for the two of them.

"Mr. Nie's choice is very wise. The prince likes it very much and is worried. Moreover, Master Nie is willing to call Yang to come."

Yang Xuanying sniffed slightly and nodded in satisfaction:

"Along the way, I saw that Deyang Mansion was very desolate and worried that I could not drink a glass of good wine. Lord Nie was willing."

"Although Qingzhou is suffering from disaster, how can I lack a glass of water and wine?"

Nie Wendong raised his glass with a smile and invited him to drink with him, and did not forget to greet the old monk to eat the dishes.

After drinking, Yuanjue put down the bowls and chopsticks before long. Yang Xuanying was also a little drunk and pretended to be unintentional:

"It's true that Yang came here this time, and a disciple of Wanxiang Mountain came to warn..."

Wanxiang Mountain?

Nie Wendong's expression remained unchanged, but his heart tightened slightly.

Wanxiang Mountain is not a mountain, but a mansion. In the house, there is the most famous Wanxiang Mountain man in Longyuan Road.

This is not the key.

The key is that this is Xu Wenji's disciple. Although he is not very close to him, he is a disciple after all.

Seeing that Nie Wendong's expression remained unchanged, Yang Xuanying frowned secretly and said, "Master Nie might as well guess, what does Mr. Wang mean?"

"Why should Mr. Yang test it?"

Nie Wendong didn't get into his trap, so he went straight to the point:

"I have a great classmate, but unfortunately, he will not support the prince like someone else, or even the other way around, it is unknown."

The voice was calm, but it became cold.

Nie Wendong naturally saw the thoughts of the person in front of him, and he could even vaguely understand the hesitation of the person behind him.

But he had expected it.

Although the Nie family is a thousand-year-old family, it will eventually decline. Compared with Xu Wenji, it is still inferior to that of Xu. Even though the latter has lost power, many of his disciples are in their prime.

However, Xu Wenji has one thing, but it is a big disadvantage.

He values ​​status and abides by the law. He will definitely not support the prince behind Yang Xuanying, nor will he interfere in the change of the throne of Longyuan Tao.

But he will!

call!

After his voice, Yang Xuanying's face changed, but how could he feel at all drunk?

"Mr. Nie is quick and speaks!"

He smiled and stopped keeping his hands in a deep voice:

"Xu Wenji, you can't move, I can't move, even if the Longyuan Palace can't move. But here is Longyuan Dao, and he can't make the decision!"

After hearing this, Nie Wendong felt a little more relaxed, but he was also a little curious:

"I have read the letter from me, but the prince wants to see it, but I don't know what he wants to do?"

"When Liujishan fought, Mr. Xu was once aide under the old prince. With this relationship, it would be easier..."

Yang Xuanying smiled faintly:

"This old man is too heavy and no one dares to move. Almost no one can force things he doesn't want to do. But if the old prince invites him, even if he takes the time to do it, he will definitely go!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, Nie Wendong was shocked:

"Can it be the old prince..."

"Amitabha! Good, good!"

Hearing this, the old monk Yuanjue could no longer sit still. He clasped his hands together and left with a Buddhist chant. Before leaving, he glanced at the servants serving with pity.

"If so..."

Yang Xuanying didn't answer, but that was the answer. Nie Wendong felt agitation in his heart, paced back and forth, and had a certain plan in his heart.

Turning to it:

"Mr. Yang knows that the prince has many staff members, but why did Mr. Nie choose you alone?"

Yang Xuanying's eyebrows were raised and fell again:

"Oh? I hope to hear it carefully."

"To be honest, Mr. Nie has a furnace of elixirs and has been practicing for more than ten years. He is about to use Mr. Yang's magic technique, "Blood-Changing Hand" to combine it with me..."

Nie Wendong expressed his purpose:

"Blood-turning pill!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, Yang Xuanying was completely moved. Her eyebrows trembled for a long time, and admiration and deep fear flashed in her calm eyes:
Chapter completed!