"But the idea was obviously thought up by my stepfather, so you can't be unreasonable, right?" Chen Siyuan said dissatisfied.
"But can you open the Devil's Heart Valley without me? Why do you want me to work in vain?" Zhuang Mengdie said angrily.
"I don't care, anyway, the method was thought up by my family's successor, this time the quota has to go to my family's successor, you have to agree if you agree, and you have to agree if you don't agree." Chen Siyuan said with a straight face.
"Fart, why should I listen to you? Or just let them fight, whoever wins will go." Zhuang Mengdie was furious, and rolled up his sleeves again.
"What to fight? You want to fight so much, why don't I fight with you?" Chen Siyuan's face darkened, and he lifted up his robe.
Chen Jizu and Zhuang Yiming were roughly equal in strength, but they still lacked a lot in the end. If the two of them could solve it by themselves, why would they need two old guys to quarrel and fight all day long.
Didn't the surname Zhuang say that he was bullying others?
It was late at night, but there was a muffled crackling sound in a quiet courtyard of Qingyuan Taoist Mansion.
Probably because Chen Jizu and Zhuang Yiming acted too confidently, the two Fuzheng adults couldn't help being deeply infected, but they never thought about it, is it too early to be busy fighting at this moment? Also a little too hasty.
In the early morning, Lin Yuantang left the meditation room and walked towards the meeting hall, rubbing the center of his brows.
During this period of time, not only the two Fuzhengs were fighting with each other for the quota of the Qingyuan Daochi, but he, the Fujun, was also tossed to death.
Zhuang and Chen could not settle down, so they arranged for him to make a decision. He can make a fart decision, those two old fellows are both the governors, although their status is lower than his, but they were the governors when the previous governor was alive, and their qualifications are older than him. No matter which side he leans towards, in the end, Zhu Bajie is definitely not a human being in the mirror.
If Zhuang Yiming and Chen Jizu's qualifications and strengths are very different, it is not impossible for him to make a decision. He is fair in discussing the matter, and he is not afraid of people's irresponsible remarks or dissatisfaction.
But these two people not only have the same aptitude, but also one has obtained the ancestral holy pattern, and the other has asked the strong man to cut the veins and wash the marrow. There is no difference in strength, and he can't find any reason to favor either side.
In desperation, he had no choice but to hide in the practice quiet room every day. But as the ruler of a government, he can't just hide forever. Every few days, he still has to go out to deal with political affairs, and at the same time he has to deal with the chatter of two old guys.
Thinking of the scene where Zhuang and Chen were frothing, he felt his scalp swell, and even the holy energy of Qingyuan, which he had practiced for many years, showed signs of going berserk.
"My subordinates will see you, Your Majesty." Just as Lin Yuantang sat down, a servant bowed and saluted.
"There hasn't been anything wrong with the domains in the past few days, right?" Lin Yuantang asked after taking a sip of Dao Lingcha.
"No." The servant replied.
"Where are the two Fuzheng lords, why didn't you see anyone?" Lin Yuantang asked with some doubts.
A few days ago, as long as he went to this meeting hall, Zhuang Chen and the two would immediately come to the door, regardless of whether he was busy or not, they would grab his robe and spray him with spit before talking. I didn't see those two old guys today, something is wrong.
Could it be that this is the calm before the storm in the legend?
"Master Fuzheng did not come." The servant replied.
"Didn't come, could it be that someone broke his head yesterday?" Lin Yuantang asked in surprise. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com