Datang: Destroy Tang Taizong Li Xiao at the beginning

It was simply some rough gunpowder smeared on the wooden sword.

Then scrape with the flint hidden in the left hand, and the scene of sparks bursting before was produced.

What made him concerned was that at this time, someone had already mastered the manufacture of gunpowder.

He couldn't help turning his head slightly, and glanced at Changsun Wuji who was not far away.

But seeing that Changsun Wuji was expressionless, he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

Not long after, the fiery sword in the Taoist priest's hand gradually burned out.

Suddenly he threw away the fire sword, groaned, fell to the ground, and rolled back a few times.

When he got up, there was already blood on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror.

"what happened?!"

Seeing this scene, Li Erteng stood up suddenly, and his mind tensed up.

The officials present were also in an uproar.

But the Taoist priest struggled to get up, bowed to Li Er, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, the matter of praying for rain is too difficult. I have lost my magic power and my vitality has been seriously injured. I hope your majesty will allow me to rest for a while and continue to practice. "

"allow!"

Li Er hurriedly shouted: "Come here, quickly help the Taoist priest go down to rest!"

After this scene, the ceremony was also forced to stop.

But the ministers are still discussing the Taoist priest's miraculous method in private.

Li Xiao looked at this scene thoughtfully, but didn't say anything.

He was not in a hurry, he wanted to see what this Taoist priest and Changsun Wuji wanted to do.

……

Not far from the Temple of Heaven, there is a small palace.

In one of the guest rooms, the middle-aged Taoist priest was sitting on the bed with a sad face.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Changsun Wuji walked in slowly.

"Li Chunfeng, I warn you, don't play any tricks!" Changsun Wuji said coldly.

"My lord grandson, please let me go!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest, that is, Li Chunfeng, had a bitter melon look on his face: "To tell you the truth, I exaggerated before, and I'm not [-]% sure about praying for rain. When the time comes..."

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji frowned, and said coldly: "Why didn't you say it before? Now that the civil and military are all watching, it is absolutely impossible for you to leave!"

"Then what should I do? I don't want to die yet!"

Li Chunfeng was panicked, and then he thought about something, and immediately said: "My lord, the villain was brought by you. If you fail to ask for rain, don't you also have the crime of deceiving the emperor? No matter what, you must help the villain." !"

Changsun Wuji pondered for a while with a gloomy face, and then said, "Well, don't you have other means? Show it later."

"At that time, you can find some excuses at will. Even if you fail to ask for rain, it will not hurt. As long as you can convince everyone in you, I will keep my promise and let you sit firmly in the position of national teacher."

"That's the only way to go. I hope the eldest grandson won't break his promise." Li Chunfeng thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

"Li Chunfeng, I can help you sit on the position of national teacher, and I can also make you step down. You should know how to do it."

Changsun Wuji squinted his eyes and spoke in a serious tone.

"The villain understands, and will listen to the instructions of the eldest grandson in the future." Li Chunfeng said with his hands clasped.

"Well done."

Changsun Wuji turned and left.

……

in another room.

"Father, where did you find the Taoist priest, is it reliable?"

Chang Sun Chong had a suspicious look on his face.

"If there is no accident, there is no problem in becoming a national teacher." Changsun Wuji said slowly.

"That's good. With the help of a national teacher who knows magic, then Li Xiao will never want to snatch the household department from me."

Changsun Wuji had a smile on his face, and imagined, "Let him cast a spell casually at that time, and let Li Xiao suffer from bad luck, haha..."

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji frowned and said seriously: "Don't mess around, if you disturb my plan..."

"Father, the child understands and won't mess around." Chang Sun Chong hurriedly whispered.

……

An hour later.

Hearing the news of the recovery of the mage, all the ministers also arrived in advance, waiting for the miracle to appear.

Li Xiao and Li Er also came to the tent outside.

"Father, do you really believe that you can ask for rain?" Li Xiao asked thoughtfully.

"Why ask that?"

Li Er turned to look at Li Xiao with doubts on his face.

"Father, if there are gods, then in the eyes of the gods, we are worthless. Asking for rain is like a beggar on the street begging for money from you. Will you respond?" Li Xiao said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, the entire camp fell silent instantly.

Li Er frowned and became thoughtful.

"What King Yue meant was to compare His Majesty to a beggar?"

A voice with a sneer suddenly sounded.

Immediately, Changsun Wuji came over.

"It's easy to understand, Mr. Changsun is indeed very knowledgeable!"

Li Xiao sneered: "However, I think if you, my lord, can use this knowledge to strengthen the national power instead of intrigue, I think the Tang Dynasty will not be what it used to be."

"Ha ha."

Changsun Wuji laughed lightly and said: "You are still young, King Yue. It is normal that you have never seen such a magical spell. If you don't understand it, don't speak nonsense. If you offend the gods and fail to pray for rain, you cannot afford this sin. "

The corner of Li Xiao's mouth curled into a sneer: "Then we will wait and see."

Changsun Wuji didn't say much anymore.

Not long after, Li Chunfeng arrived.

The practice continues.

Only this time, he changed his previous attitude and asked someone to prepare a boiler on top, and his servants lit a fire beside it.

As for himself, he picked up a blank piece of paper and began to dance with his hands and feet.

Not long after, as a spark flashed in Li Chunfeng's hand, his whole face was distorted, and he stopped sweating profusely.

"Your Majesty, luckily, the Dragon King refuses to let it rain. I have already captured the Dragon King and imprisoned him in this talisman paper!"

Li Chunfeng held the white paper, cupped his hands to Li Er and said.

Chapter 133: Frying the Dragon King in Oil Pot!

"what?!"

All the officials present were shocked.

"He actually captured the Dragon King, is it true?!"

"That's right, how could the Dragon King be captured here?!"

"If it is true, then the magic power of this priest is too profound, even the Dragon King can play it in the palm of his hand."

The ministers were shocked and started discussing one after another.

And Li Er's eyes were fixed, and he asked with a look of surprise: "The Taoist really captured the Dragon King?"

The eldest grandson Wuji next to him yelled even more loudly: "Empty talk has no proof, if there is no evidence, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor!"

"Of course there are certificates. Your Majesty might as well come and have a look." Li Chunfeng said calmly.

Li Er hurriedly led people up the steps.

Li Xiao followed suit.

When Li Er approached, Li Chunfeng put the white paper in his hand close to the oil pan, and immediately said: "Look at it!"

"evil creature!"

Li Chunfeng's face was fierce, and he scolded: "If you are stubborn again, don't blame the old man for frying you!"

When the white paper was close to the oil surface, Li Chunfeng's hand holding the white paper trembled.

Immediately afterwards, under the shocked eyes of everyone, a lifelike dragon gradually appeared on the white paper.

"hiss……"

"My God, it's really a dragon!"

All the ministers looked horrified and kept exclaiming.

"He... he actually captured the Dragon King, this..."

"An immortal descended to earth! The Taoist priest is definitely an immortal descended to earth, otherwise how could he have such magical power?"

"Yeah, it's amazing, with such a means, who else but immortals?"

……

"Immortal? Hehe..."

Hearing the exclamation of these ministers, Li Xiao dismissed them.

He also didn't expect that such a clumsy trick could deceive so many people.

Why did you capture the Dragon King? It's a bit of nonsense.

Basically, some special liquid was applied on the paper, and it disappeared after drawing the dragon, and reappeared when it was heated.

It's very simple.

But these ancients seem to not understand this knowledge.

"Ok?"

As if sensing Li Xiao's disdain, Li Chunfeng cast a meaningful glance at Li Xiao.

At this time, Li Er only cared about one question and asked, "How? When will it rain?"

Li Chunfeng closed his eyes, trembled a few more times, and then opened his eyes and shouted: "Bold Dragon King, how dare you disobey the emperor's order?"

"Then put the frying pan on!"

After finishing speaking, amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Li Chunfeng directly put the paper in his hands into the boiling oil pan.

This astonishing move caused many people to exclaim again.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Dragon King has rough skin and thick flesh, and the oil pan is just a pain for his flesh. When he can't hold it anymore, he will naturally compromise." Li Chunfeng withdrew his hand and said solemnly.

Everyone stared at Li Chunfeng's hand closely, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Is your hand okay?" Li Er frowned, looking confused.

"That's natural. A poor Taoist has the blessing of Taoism. It's nothing but a pot of oil." Li Chunfeng talked eloquently.

"Awesome!" Li Xiao said suddenly, "What are your hands made of, Daoist Priest? Can I have a look?"

"King Yue, this matter is solemn and sacred, don't mess around!" Changsun Wuji said coldly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you can see it."

Li Chunfeng smiled kindly, and extended his hand to Li Xiao.