Wang Deshun's vest was sweating coldly. For five years, this bloodthirsty blood crow was still so fierce and arrogant.

"Snow Corner, lead the way for the emperor!" In the Mingguang Hall, the man's clear and moist voice sounded gentle and nice. Xuehu, who was thrusting outside, wanted to suck blood, was unwilling to do so, but he did not dare to disobey.

Mingguang Hall is the bedroom of the national master Gusu. In the huge Mingguang Hall, only the national master Gusu lived, and there was a bloodthirsty blood crow called Xuexiang.

Originally, Kang Huadi wanted to arrange for the palace maids to wait outside, but he did not want to be rejected by the national teacher Gusu.

Every time Emperor Kang Huadi had something to come to see the national teacher Gusu, if he wanted to step into Mingguang Hall, he had to lead the way with blood crows and snow.

In late autumn, flowers should be withering and plants withering, but in the Mingguang Hall, the spring light remains.

But the national teacher Su Su doesn’t like flowers, so the huge Mingguang Hall is full of trees and grass. At this moment, it is still as lush as early spring and midsummer.

Mingguang Hall seems quiet and elegant, with a touch of quiet greenness compared to the scenery elsewhere. However, as long as the palace people, they know that Mingguang Hall is a forbidden place in the palace.

Not to mention that Emperor Kang Hua issued an order not to see the national teacher Gusu easily, but someone sneaked away, and when he stepped into the gate of Mingguang Hall, his life would be taken away by the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram.

So over the past five years, people who had been lucky enough to go to Mingguang Palace to secretly see the national master asking for something, but after seeing his companions die directly, they never dared to be distracted again.

The dead will naturally die in vain. After all, those who disobey the imperial edict will lose their heads. It is already a death sentence for them to secretly go to Mingguang Palace with the emperor on their backs.

He died in Mingguang Palace for a bad life, so he could only think that he didn't know. Fortunately, there was never a shortage of guards and eunuchs in the palace. Even if some of them died, there were new candidates to make up for it.

Emperor Kang Hua has been busy with the government affairs and will only come to Mingguang Hall unless necessary. However, those who died of misfortune were too late to hide their companions around him, so how could they dare to report it?

So over the past five years, Kang Huadi didn't know that someone had wanted to secretly pay homage to the national teacher Gusu again and again.

Mingguang Hall, main hall.

Emperor Kang Hua took Wang Deshun to the hall. As before, he had never seen the national teacher Gusu. But the national teacher Gusu knew exactly where they were.

"Your Majesty, please sit down." His gentle and moist voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, elegant and pleasant.

Kang Huadi smiled slightly and sat down on the main seat. Looking along his gaze, there was a screen opposite the main seat.

On the screen is a magnificent landscape painting, majestic and thunderous. Strange mountains and strange rocks stand with rugged cliffs, steep cliffs, and no grass grows.

A stream spewed out of the mountain stream, and there was no way to see where the peaks were. Only clouds and mist were shrouded and cranes soared. Under the cliff, there was a lonely boat, a straw hat, and fishing by the river about ten miles away.

The characters are very small, but every stroke is lifelike. Such a small character has particularly clear facial features but not lacking in exquisiteness.

The waterfall that flows down, splashing waves several feet high, like a lotus blooming under a cliff, elegant and beautiful, noble and alienated.

On the river not far away, a lonely boat and a man stood on the bow of the boat, standing in front of the wind, with long hair floating like an immortal with idle clouds and wild cranes, ready to travel at any time.

Behind the landscape painting screen, a person sat gracefully, with a blood crow standing on his shoulder. He was so well-behaved that he used his sharp beak to combed the messy feathers that had just flew around.

"Does the national master still want to talk to me through the screen?" Looking at the landscape painting screen in front of him, Kang Huadi really wanted to move the screen away.

The man sitting on the ground inside was making tea, his voice coming out with a gentle and pleasant voice: "The emperor forgot to ask me to stay in Mingguang Hall five years ago, what did he agree to me?"

Emperor Kang Huadi was stunned, with a complicated look in his eyes, his face remained unchanged, and he chuckled, "I forgot if I don't say it."

"The emperor is the king of a country. It is reasonable to worry about national affairs every day. It is also reasonable to forget these trivial matters." With a gentle voice with a faint smile, the man sitting on the ground poured the boiled tea into the white jade porcelain cup in front of him.

The clear and clear boiling water in the pot was slowly poured into the cup, making a crisp and pleasant sound, accompanied by the national teacher's quiet and elegant voice, like a crisp and gentle piano piece.

Kang Huadi smiled when he heard this, but his eyes did not leave the man behind the screen: "The national master is joking. I can forget anything, nor will I forget the agreement with the national master. I just said that, but my joke.

, don’t take it to heart by the national teacher.”

The tea was already soaked, and the fragrance was already blooming in the main hall in a short while. Emperor Kang Huadi blinked his eyes and had already arrived in front of him with the white jade porcelain cup that had just brewed the tea.

Without anything, the fragrant tea was just stopped in front of Kang Huadi's eyes, within reach.

"It's not as good as the Great Red Painting in the Emperor's Palace of the Heart, but the quiet and elegant Ye of Jiangnan is also awesome. The Emperor will try it."

The face was calm, and the heart was filled with storms. Every time he came over, the national teacher Gusu had already made tea and waited for him.

When he personally went to invite the national teacher Gusu five years ago, he knew that his martial arts skills were unfathomable. But when he saw him today, he realized that he had underestimated his abilities.

It’s not just about sacrificing tea from the air, but also looking at the landscape screen over there, it’s just like the size of a teacup, just in the shape of a teacup.

Subconsciously, Kang Huadi went to find the small piece that was missing from the screen. It would be fine if he didn't look at it. When he saw that the small cup-shaped screen was firmly attached to the opposite wall.

And the wall just sank a little, and the cup-shaped screen piece was just embedded in it.

Even though he was as calm as Emperor Kang Hua, his eyes were filled with disbelief. Wang Deshun, who was standing aside, had already looked dull.

Kang Huadi thought that even the leader of his flying eagle team, the Falcon, might not be able to do such a profound internal force.

No wonder, this national teacher, Gusu, has always been so arrogant.

It is indeed Gusu, the head of the Yuanxiu Continent's No. 1 Killer Organization, which has existed since the beginning of Chaos and has been passed down to this day for more than a thousand years.

It is even said that this 81st generation leader Gusu is the most powerful Gusu in the Yuanxiu Continent for thousands of years. When I saw him today, Emperor Kang Hua's eyes became a little deeper.

Such a powerful and dangerous person...

The only thing that is thankful is that Gusu, the head of Xiaoyao Sect, is the national teacher of their Dahan Kingdom. With his existence, the Dahan Kingdom will naturally be like a tiger to unify the entire Yuanxiu Continent in the future.

But what gave Kang Huadi a headache was the attitude of the national teacher Gusu towards the whole world. He had also tried it several times, but there was no expression at all.

"Your Majesty, if you don't drink tea, the tea will be cold." The national master's quiet voice came from behind the screen. Through the cup-shaped hole, he could only see a slender back, which was like black and brocade along his shoulders.

Drooping hair.

After adjusting his emotions, Kang Huadi's expression remained unchanged and reached out to take the teacup standing in the air. The tea was quiet and fragrant.
Chapter completed!