Chapter 858

As soon as Sima Jing arrived at Tongque palace, a blue and white porcelain vase flew in front of him. As soon as he swept his long sleeves, the blue and white porcelain vase fell to the ground and crashed into pieces.

The internal attendant hurriedly protected Sima Jing in front of him, "bold! The emperor is here, how dare you be presumptuous!"

Seeing the emperor coming, several palace men immediately turned white with fear and perspired. They quickly knelt down: "see the emperor, long live the emperor!"

They thought, it's over, it's a big disaster!

They were frightened, but the culprit Dongling was still sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed, like no one else.

"Presumptuous! Don't salute when you see the emperor!" the internal attendant shouted angrily,

Dongling poured himself a cup of tea and said slowly, "let me salute him? It's almost as good for him to worship me!"

The Chamberlain stared at Dongling, pointed the dust in his hand at him, and trembled like a willow in the wind. Such treacherous words could be said!

Sima Jing raised his hand slightly: "you all go down!"

All the Palace officials immediately stepped down. Before leaving, the internal attendant glared at Dongling and warned him not to talk disorderly. However, Dongling ignored him directly.

Sima Jing hung into the room and glanced around. There was a mess everywhere.

Sitting opposite the Dongling mausoleum, he calmly said, "do you have any complaints against me?" he made the whole palace restless. It seems that the resentment is not small.

Hearing what he said, Dongling couldn't help being angry and happy: "do you think I have a good feeling for you?"

Sima Jing raised his eyebrow: "elder, why do you have to do this? If you've had enough trouble, just stay here, so you and I can save trouble."

Dongling couldn't see his gentle appearance. It was like a pool of stagnant water. It seemed that nothing he did could arouse his half emotion.

It's so boring to look old at a young age!

Dongling couldn't help asking him, "I said you dress like this all day. Are you tired of living?"

Sima Jing hung and said with a smile, "who is not tired in this world? Besides, nine times out of ten things in life are unhappy, it's right to be tired."

Even if he holds great power and occupies a high position of emperor, there are still unpleasant things.

Dongling snorted: "I speak like this at a young age. I look like I can see through the world of mortals. No wonder Qingxue doesn't like you."

When Dongling spoke, he poked at his heart, but Sima Jing answered him calmly: "it's just my business to like her."

She may not like herself, but she must be by her side.

If you can't keep your heart, the person who gets you is also good. This is Sima Jingxuan's idea.

"You know she has a heart to belong to, so why force her again!"

Sima Jing hung a smile: "it's her business to like Nangong Yan. What does it have to do with me?"

Well, Dongling can see that he can't talk to this man at all.

Dongling said earnestly, "why don't you let me beat you again, or I'll never feel strong."

Sima Jingxuan: "

Seeing that he was silent, Dongling still didn't abandon or give up: "I don't bully you. How about we fight one-on-one according to the Jianghu rules?"

The old man is also kind to say that this is not called bullying? It is clear that he knows he can't beat the people under his hand, so he says one-on-one.

If we fight alone, Sima Jingxuan must be crushed by Dongling. Who doesn't know that little 99 in his heart?

Sima Jing hung his face expressionless: "I don't think so."

Dongling: "..." sure enough, I want to beat him more!

Dongling raised his hand silently, took the wind and turned the blade, and cleaved to him with a fierce momentum.

Sima Jingxuan didn't expect him to do it when he said to do it. He quickly sidestepped and avoided it. At the same time, a strand of hair fell to the ground. Sima Jingxuan frowned slightly: "Sir, what does this mean?"

Dongling sneered: "you said you wouldn't fight if you didn't fight. Isn't that old man too shameless?"

Dongling patted the table and got up. Sima Jing hung his eyes and there was a murderous spiral. The two slapped each other and tried their best. They didn't mean to be merciful.

Dongling smiled with satisfaction and said, "that's right! Don't pretend to be young and mature all day. I look like I should. Come on, have a good fight with me!

A young man should have vitality. When he was young, he had to take off his arms and legs if he didn't say a word. The life of happiness, gratitude and hatred was natural and unrestrained. No one dared to provoke him in the Jianghu!

Before Dongling finished feeling, Sima Jing hung up to sweep the hall legs.

Dongling mobilized the internal power of the whole body, jumped into the air, and turned several somersaults in the air before landing steadily.

"I said, boy, you don't know how to respect the old and love the young. At least let me finish!"

"Those who fight and talk a lot are already dead." Sima Jingxuan poured his internal power into the palm of his hand and said, "Prajna palm!"

Dongling calmly saw the move and opened it: "if you don't have enough heat, it's almost as good as splitting tofu!"

Sima Jingxuan was still silent, but his moves were more fierce as soon as they were closed and released.

"The master who teaches you Prajna palm is half a fool. I might as well teach it. It's really wrong for people's children!" someone still chattered.

"Ouch, you've hit the wrong one again!" Dongling dodged and just avoided Sima Jing's face. He smiled at him and said, "if you can't hit it, you can't hit it. Are you very angry?"

Dongling was deliberately trying to kill him! It's better to be angry so that he can go crazy when exercising Kung Fu, so that everything can be solved easily.

The old man's intentions are too dangerous!

Being teased by Dongling, Sima Jingxuan still didn't say a word, but stood quietly with low eyebrows, and made a few movements with his hands in the air. The breeze rushed into his robe, making the drum sound!

Dongling's secret way is bad. Look at him. This boy wants to enlarge his moves!

Dongling was calm and collected. He also put away his playful face and became serious.

Just looking at the movements of Sima's mirror, why did he look so familiar?

Sure enough, within a moment, Sima Jingxuan shouted, "Wuxiang divine skill!"

what? Wuxiang magic skill? How could he master the martial arts of the Qu family?

Dongling raised his hands and took Sima Jing's hanging fist. Dongling people had nothing to do, but the clothes on his upper body were directly broken.

The old man looked at the pieces of clothes on the ground and kept shaking his head and sighing: "there are so many powerful martial arts in the world. It's just the evil skill that destroys people's clothes. Fortunately, only the coat was destroyed. If you lose the pants below, where do you want me to put my face?"

Sima Jing's expression finally had a crack, "Oh, I thought the elder didn't need a face."