Xu'an and Kongfa followed Xu'an and slowly came to the outside of the training academy.≥Net＞
Kongfa's tall and burly body was as slow as a mountain, and the earth seemed to tremble with every step he took.
Xu Ning turned to look at Xu An.
The quiet and peaceful Heshi.
Xu Ning smiled, then knocked on the door of the training academy and said slowly: "Your Majesty, the young monk is back."
"Your Majesty, please come in quickly!" King An's voice sounded.
The courtyard door was quickly opened, and Wang An stood at the door with a look of surprise on his face.
He was startled after seeing Xu An and Kong Fa. Junyi had doubts on his face and looked at Xu Ning again.
Xu Ning tithes: "Your Majesty, go in and talk."
"Okay, three venerables, please come in quickly!" King An hurriedly opened the door and extended his hand to greet him.
Xu'an and Kongfa joined forces and slowly entered the training academy.
Xu Ning walked at the end, closed the courtyard door, and said with a bow: "This is Junior Brother Xu'an, and this is Master Kongfa, Junior Brother Xu'an's master."
"I've met the prince." Kongfa's tall body bowed slightly, joined in the tithe, and said slowly like a muffled thunder: "I'm sorry to disturb the prince."
"Don't dare, Lord Kongfa is too polite!" King An hurriedly smiled and said, "It is truly a blessing for the Buddha to come here. Please sit down quickly."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Kongfa sat down at the stone table, as calm as a mountain.
Xu Jing stood beside him quietly.
King An also sat down and looked at Xu An.
Xu An also looked at him quietly, showing no sadness or joy.
He already knew from Xu Ning's mouth that he might be the son of Prince An, but he didn't feel any joy at seeing his father. He was just a simple stranger, with no fluctuations in his heart and as calm as water.
King An was very satisfied with his calmness. This kind of mind was his own and gave him the bearing of a prince.
"Zheng Lide!" he shouted.
Zheng Lide's voice sounded outside: "Here, please give me your instructions, Your Majesty."
"Go to Tianren Mansion and tell me that I want to identify the bloodline." King An said solemnly.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zheng Lide agreed respectfully and left quickly.
King An looked at Xu Ning: "Your Majesty, the return of the royal bloodline requires the approval of the Heavenly Mansion. The Heavenly Mansion has a strict set of secret techniques. As long as the Heavenly Mansion approves it, no one can deny it."
"Yes." Xu Ning nodded and said, "Your Majesty, his complexion is not good, but something has happened."
King An's face darkened and he snorted: "Ziyun Mountain!"
"Did Ziyun Mountain provoke the prince again?" Xu Ning was surprised.
He knew that Prince An was resentful towards Ziyun Mountain. His martial arts skills were abolished and his kidneys were severely damaged, all thanks to the disciples of Ziyun Mountain. If he had the ability, Prince An would definitely destroy Ziyun Mountain and would never show mercy.
King An snorted heavily and told what happened yesterday.
Xu Ning frowned: "Can the chief manager deal with them?"
"The princesses are back safely." King An said: "I don't care about the rest, let Chu Li handle it by himself!"
Xu Ning nodded slowly: "Ziyun Mountain is extremely powerful, it's better for the prince not to offend it."
"Huh!" King An snorted coldly and slammed the table: "One day, I will make them disappear!"
He looks angry on the outside but calm on the inside, secretly sizing up Xu An.
Seeing that Xu An's expression was as calm as water, not affected by his own momentum at all, he nodded secretly, feeling even more satisfied.
My anger was both natural and intentional.
He has been in a high position for a long time, and his momentum is as strong as his substance, which will definitely affect others. Xu'an can live calmly, and his character is indeed good. He is a good young man, and he is not very old. Even if he has not established a foundation, it is not too late to start now. Do more.
Just some magic medicine.
"Can Xu'an practice martial arts?" He looked at Kongfa.
Kong Fa said slowly: "I just started practicing magical powers."
"Oh?" King An looked at Xu Ning.
Xu Ning said: "Junior Brother Xu'an has just completed the foundation building and can practice."
"That's it." King An nodded slowly.
This is even better. He has completed the foundation building and saved a lot of effort. With his calm temperament, he will surely make great progress in cultivating his internal strength.
Empty Dharma and Tithing: "Your Majesty, this old monk has something he wants to tell you in advance."
"Master Kongfa, please speak." King An was busy.
Kongfa said slowly: "Xu'an is already an official disciple of our temple and has entered the practice, so he must abide by the rules of the temple. He cannot leave the temple without achieving supernatural powers. This time, because it is related to his life experience, the host made an exception, but he cannot stay for a long time.
After one day, we will return to Vajra Temple and continue to practice in seclusion."
"Can't you stay in the palace?" King An frowned.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Kongfa said slowly but firmly: "This is the temple rule, no one can violate it!"
King An looked at Xu'an and then at Xuning.
Xu Ning said: "My lord, there is no need to worry. Junior Brother Xu'an is very intelligent. It is not difficult to cultivate magical powers. It will take a few years. You will be able to return to your home when the time comes. Moreover, the temple is more stable and conducive to practice than the home."
King An nodded thoughtfully.
He understood the implication of Xu Ning's words. In terms of safety, the Vajra Temple was naturally superior. So far, he had never heard of anyone being able to break into the Vajra Temple.
If Xu'an is really his son, he is his only flesh and blood, and his situation is dire. He is afraid that someone will go crazy and risk his life to kill him. He may not be able to protect him, but hiding in the Vajra Temple will be foolproof!
Thinking of this, he smiled and nodded: "That's good!"
"Your Majesty, the Celestial Mansion is here!" Manager Chu reported from outside.
"Fu Zheng?" King An was startled and stood up quickly: "Open the door and I will greet you personally!"
The Tianren Mansion is in charge of the affairs of the Imperial Ancestral Temple and the royal family. It is the most terrifying existence for the disciples of the royal family. It is extremely strict and has no mercy.
"Yes." Manager Chu responded and hurried away.
King An turned his head to look at Xu'an and pondered for a moment: "Sir, please invite Venerable Kongfa and Xu'an to the living room. I will be there right away!"
Empty dharma combined with tithing.
Xu Ning took Kong Fa and Xu An out of the training academy and came to the hall.
King An quickly led the three people into the hall.
The first one was an old man with a boyish face, and the other two were middle-aged men, all with square faces and a solemn bearing.
Kong Fa and Xu Ning only looked at them lightly and made no move.
Xu'an Weiweiheshi.
King An pointed at Xu An and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiu Wang, this is Xu An."
The old man with the face of a crane is Leng Wuji, a man from the Tianren Mansion.
He stroked his white beard and smiled: "Well, there is a trace of you, okay, then let's use the secret blood-chasing technique to see if it is true."
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Kings!" King An smiled.
Leng Wuji glanced at the other two middle-aged men: "You guys can do the magic."
"Yes, Fuzheng." The two of them clasped their fists and saluted.
They each poured tea into a tea cup, leaving the cup empty: "Your Majesty, please bite your index finger and drop five drops of your heart's blood."
King An knew the secret art of chasing blood, so he bit his index finger and poured five drops of blood into the tea cup.
The two of them carefully placed the tea cups on the table, then sat in the chairs, clasping their hands together and murmuring.
After taking a few breaths, they pointed to the tea cup in front of them.
The tea cup trembled slightly and started to vibrate slightly.
The teacup shook more and more violently, and slowly, a ball of blood mist floated out of the teacup.
The blood mist was beating like a ball of flame, rising slowly, rising higher and higher, until it was as tall as a person, and then moved leisurely, finally stopping at the top of Xu An's head. (To be continued.) 8