Xian Wenjun of this county was an upright official in the previous dynasty, and I was quite familiar with him. Because his incense was not enough for a hundred years, and his golden body and Taoist mind were unstable, he was deprived of the title of Wenjun. He was replaced by Wen Bing'er and then entered the reincarnation. Originally, all the martial judges in the Wujun Palace looked down upon the Qian family. After Wen Bing's son became Wenjun, they hated the Wenjun Palace even more. There were many discords between the two palaces."<
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To be honest, Cheng Yu felt quite emotional after hearing what Wu Jun said.
The general standing in front of him was a responsible man, but it was a pity that he was born at the end of the dynasty at the wrong time.
But how did the black-armored ginseng general just now think that he was Wenjun's craftsman?
Is it because I drank wine with Wenjun and was tainted by the dark and yellow smell of Wenjun’s palace?
Cheng Yu asked this question to Wu Jun, who replied:
"My black armored ginseng general is born reckless. He must have seen that my husband's soul is delicate and elegant, and he has the aura of black and yellow merit. He dared to appear in front of the Martial Temple in Qingchuan County. Naturally, he thought of the Confucian Temple, and made the mistake
I regard you as a masterpiece of the Confucian Temple."
After calming down, Cheng Yu recalled carefully that when the black-armored general went out to greet him, he called him "Ms." instead of sir.
In this world, the title "Xianggong" has complex meanings and can be praised or criticized.
Later, when Mr. Wu came forward, he always said he was Mr.
But how did Wu Jun determine that he was not a craftsman?
You must know that if he had come out even one breath later, the Wujun Temple might not be safe.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu asked directly:
"Oh? If that's the case, then how could Mr. Wu think that Mr. Cheng is not Mr. Wen's work?"
"Hahaha..."
Wu Jun raised his head and laughed:
"Sir, you are joking. As officials in the underworld, those sour pens in the Confucian Temple do not dare to put their souls into the sparrow's body and wander around in the world of the world. They do not have the ability to reach heaven like you."
Cheng Yu's heart moved when he heard this. Wu Jun had realized that he had emerged from the sparrow's body. If he really wanted to deal with him, he only needed to find the bad luck of the sparrow's body. It seemed to be a misunderstanding.
It's a pity that he, who was originally in a good mood, no longer wanted to hang out after this incident.
"Actually, Mr. Cheng came to the temple to just take a look at the worldly customs and relax his mind. He had no intention of disturbing Mr. Wu's Qingxiu. He did not expect to encounter such an accident.
Since it was a misunderstanding, Cheng said goodbye."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and walked out of the temple.
"Um...stay here, sir!"
"Huh?"
Cheng Yu turned around slightly.
Wu Jun hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his hands again and said:
"To be honest with you, sir, I, Zhuang Dakuan, love making friends, especially those with real abilities like you. Today you and I are strangers to each other.
I wanted to invite you to come to the palace for a gathering, but I'm afraid that you might get suspicious. So, let me ask you to accept this Wujun Palace token. If you are interested, please come to the palace for a while.
Don’t worry, I will know all the officials in the Martial Palace, and there will never be any foolish and reckless people who dare to embarrass you.”
Cheng Yu saw Wu Jun holding a token half the size of a palm in both hands. After weighing it for a while, he took it. It was a wooden token with three big characters on the front: Wu Jun Palace.
On the back is the word Qingchuan.
It's not light in the hand.
Divine consciousness is poured into it, and there is nothing else except a cold air.
"This token is made of ebony and can be carried by souls and spirits. If anyone in the underworld dares to embarrass you after seeing this token, I can kill him on the spot.
If you, sir, are interested in your life someday, please bring this token to my palace, and I, Zhuang Dakuan, will bring all the generals out of the palace to greet you."
"..."
Cheng Yu held the token in his hand and always felt that Wu Jun's words were strange. I was so full that I had nothing to do to go to the underworld?
Are you still enjoying yourself?
He casually stuffed the token into his lapel and finally handed it over:
"Thank you so much Mr. Wu. Let's meet again someday if we are destined. Cheng said goodbye."
After saying that, he strode forward and dropped his head directly.
Wu Jun originally thought that after he gave the token to the other party, the other party's attitude would relax and he could explore the other party's details. Unexpectedly, the young man in white shirt turned around and left without any hesitation after receiving the token. p>
He stood in the sky above Wujun Temple, and the white clouds rich in water vapor still condensed in the sky.
Wu Jun looked at the back of the man in white who was striding away with his belt fluttering. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat but was shocked to realize that he was a soul and could no longer sweat.
It's such a familiar yet unfamiliar action. Wu Jun can't remember the last time he wiped his sweat.
……
Yinsi.
Wujun Palace.
"Zhuang Tie!"
A black ginseng will appear in the martial arts competition.
"The end is here!"
"Arrange a smart patrol to follow the gentleman in white shirt until he leaves Qingchuan County.
His soul is now hidden in the body of a sparrow. If we can find out the whereabouts of his true body, we will report it to this general immediately."
"Why, Mr. Wu also suspects that that guy is Wen Bing'er's masterpiece?
Let me just say that I, Tiedan'er, didn't make a mistake. Mr. Wu must have been taking a long-term approach to catch the big fish. In the end, he was stupid, but Mr. Wu thought long-term..."
"Shut your mouth quickly!
Haven't you made the mistake yet?
If the general hadn't left in time, my incense temple and golden statue would have been bulldozed by him today.
Do you think that just because of the weak and rotten scholars in the Confucian Temple, all of whom can only be sour and fake, except Wen Bingxiao'er himself, who can ignore the soul-binding barrier in the backyard of my temple?
Who has the means to control physical objects with their soul?
Who can walk freely under the sun?
If you have such means, do you still need to treat it like a child with a wen handle?"
"This... General Mo should die because General Mo came in rashly."
"Well...just let the patrol officer keep an eye on him from a distance. I have given him the Wujun token. I know all the judges and all the secrets. Don't offend him easily again. If there is anything unusual, report it to me immediately."