Chapter 859

When Sima Jingxuan said this, Dongling was not happy at that time. It would be good for the smelly boy who didn't know how to respect the old.

He stretched out a finger and hung it at Sima Jing with extreme arrogance, saying, "come on, I'll teach you to be a new man!"

Sima Jing hung his fingers and pinched them, and the next punch hit him directly.

There was a sneer on Dongling's face. His five fingers were close together. His internal power swam to the palm of his hand bit by bit. He shouted in a deep voice: "Prajna palm!"

Sima Jing hung his eyes and was surprised that he could also hold Prajna palm?

Dongling even directly adsorbed Sima Jing's hanging fist on his palm, and the internal strength and internal force of Sima Jing's hanging fist are being melted by him.

What's going on? Why is internal power slowly disappearing? Sima Jing hung in his heart and suddenly had a bad hunch.

After several struggles, Sima Jingxuan finally got rid of the control of Dongling. He subconsciously moved the stars to walk around. He had a feeling that it must be no good to be too close to Dongling now!

But before long, Dongling caught up with him.

Dongling stood in front of him and blocked his way. The old man disdained to say, "use the martial arts of the Wuling family to deal with me? Sima child, your brain has been kicked by a donkey!"

Don't look at who he is. He dares to walk in front of him. Does Sima Jingxuan really think he can escape?

Sima Jing hung a cold face and asked, "why do you have Prajna palm?"

"Hum, isn't this the martial arts of Wu bald donkey? I knew it twenty years ago." Dongling said proudly, "don't say it's you today. Even Wu, I still beat him to cry for his father and mother here."

Sima Jing was silent for a long time, but the chill in Dongling's eyes deepened: "Great compassion and compassion Prajna palm is the hard work of enlightenment all your life. You have learned his martial arts. Don't you know that if this martial arts enters the mirror of Dazhen, it can directly melt other people's internal power and murderous Qi as just now? Moreover, it can also make people who practice this martial arts calm and calm. The original intention of enlightenment is to dissolve killing, but you have been using it to kill."

Sima Jing said calmly, "there is no difference between good and bad martial arts." as long as you can win.

Dongling sighed: "indeed, there is no difference between good and bad martial arts, but there are people who use him."

Dongling slowly raised his hand and suddenly his killing intention soared: "so I can't keep you!"

Sima Jingxuan knew that Dongling had moved to kill, and he could see from the fight with him just now that he was not his opponent.

Even so, Sima Jing hung his face without fear. He silently took off the bone flute hanging around his waist. Dongling's body, which was about to start, suddenly stiffened.

He said angrily, "what about the agreed one-on-one competition?"

Sima Jing hung his long eyebrow and said, "that's what the elder said unilaterally. I can promise nothing."

Dongling suddenly became angry. Are young people so unwilling now?

"You are so shameless!" Dongling couldn't help saying what he thought.

Sima Jing hung and nodded like a stream of good people: "it's still almost hotter than my predecessors."

Well, the mutual connection duo was born!

Dongling took advantage of his distraction and directly raised his hand. He absorbed the bone flute hanging in Sima Jing's hand with his internal force. Dongling's gray beard turned up and was very proud: "Hey, boy, now the flute is in my hand. See how you summon your people to poison puppets!"

The clinker Dongling was not happy for long, so he looked at Sima Jing, hung his hands, clenched his fists, and gently blew it on his mouth.

The smile on Dongling's face solidified directly. Is this OK?

"Wait, wait!" Dongling said hurriedly, "there is a truce today. Let's fight another day!"

Sima Jing hovered down. He blinked and said, "if you don't fight, you won't fight. It's very difficult for me!"

At the moment, Dongling felt remorseful. Why didn't he hammer him to death earlier?

Dongling asked, "what do you want?"

Sima Jingxuan smiled: "then please stay in the palace for a while."

He deliberately bit the word "an Fen" very hard. The old man became noisy and ordinary people really couldn't stand it.

Dongling was dissatisfied and thought that he had nothing to do to tear down several of your palaces. He was so stingy!

"OK, I'll change my clothes. Stay where it's cool!"

He's naked now. If any maid sees him, he'll be late.

Dongling turned and went to the side hall. Sima Jing hung and looked at the mess in the room. He laughed and shook his head. The old man was different from what he imagined. It was very fun!

Taiyuan palace.

"Temple Lord, they went to the state of Qi. According to their feet, they should have arrived by now."

Sima Jing hung the jade wrench on his hand and asked faintly, "have you found out the reason why they suddenly went to the state of Qi?"

The blood evil spirit nodded: "they seem to be looking for someone."

"Looking for someone?"

Sima Jing was puzzled. Who was so important that Nangong Yan wanted to go to the state of Qi in person?

Sima Jing raised his eyes and looked at the bloody Ghost: "let black and white be impermanent, and the judge come to see me immediately!"

"Yes, my subordinates."

In the evening, Sima Jingxuan quietly went to Mencius' residence. When he arrived, he saw Mencius sitting on the steps in front of the door in white.

During the Mencius period, few people served in the palace. Sima Jingxuan didn't mean to treat her badly. The reason was just her eyes.

In the state of Wei, people actually taboo red, which is a demon.

Moreover, Mencius had a pair of red eyes, so the palace servants who served her were very afraid.

Sima Jing hung behind her and stood still: "what are you sitting here thinking?"

Mencius turned around and looked at the visitor, speechless for a long time.

Sima Jing hung his hands behind him and looked down at her: "why don't you answer?"

Mencius whispered, "nothing." he just sat here in a daze.

Since she woke up from a coma, her whole person has changed a lot. When others talk to her, she often reacts, and her strength is really great

Sima Jing hung to see her dull appearance, and remembered what he said to himself on the ninth day of the ninth day, and his heart became uncomfortable.

Sima Jing hung his hand towards her and said, "get up."

Mencius looked at him with his head tilted. After a while, he slowly put his hand on it.

Sima Jingxuan held her hand tightly and took her to the house: "you just woke up. You're weak. You need to take good care of yourself."

The weather has been too hot recently. Even at night, ice blocks are placed in the house, which is much cooler than outside. Sima's mirror hangs its eyes and touches the window, and the moon yarn has been hung.

In such hot weather, the house is hung with moon gauze. Even if the strong sunlight penetrates in, it will be as soft as moonlight.

Such a good thing was originally only available in Sima Jing hanging palace. He specially asked the internal attendant to send it a few days ago.

He helped Mencius Qi to the bed, moved his chair and sat down by himself.

After staring at Mencius for a while, he slowly said, "I'm leaving the palace in a few days. I'll have someone take you back to the hell hall." after a pause, he tried to ask her, "do you want to go back?"

Mencius responded quickly this time: "my subordinates want to go back to the hell hall."

Sima's mirror is hanging. It seems that she really doesn't like staying in the palace.

Sima Jingxuan rarely showed a smile: "OK, I'll let xuesha send you back."