After the breeze passed, King Yan glanced at the trembling Taoist priests in the distance. The irritability in his heart dissipated a lot, and he said to the housekeeper behind him: "Take them to the Imperial Master's Mansion, don't send them back to Qintian Prison yet."

The housekeeper bent down and said yes. He stood up and was about to walk towards the Taoist priests. Suddenly, in the dark night in the distance, a dozen people appeared in everyone's sight.

The leader laughed loudly, and clasped his fists to accuse him from a distance: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The king of Yan is here, and the officials didn't receive him well. He didn't receive him well."

King Yan squinted his eyes, looking at Yang Zhao who appeared after he killed Gao Xuechen, and guessed his purpose.

"Why, Mr. Yang, why are you doing this in the barren mountains without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

After Yang Zhao walked in, he first saluted Mr. Ge and trotted to King Yan, "It's not like I couldn't sleep since I got up in the middle of the night. I wanted to come here for a walk, but I didn't expect to meet the prince. It's really...

It’s a blessing for me to be a lower official.”

King Yan crossed his chest with both hands and squinted his eyes, looking up and down at the dusty Yang Zhao, "This is ten miles away from Chang'an City and at least twelve miles away from your Yang Mansion. Yang Yucheng is so elegant."

Yang Zhao was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly, stroking his beard, "Where are they? These are the retainers of Xiaguan's family. They were borrowed by Taoist Gao. Taoist Gao sent a letter to Xiaguan.

The officials rushed here without stopping."

King Yan thought to himself, Old Fox, and then nodded to the bewildered butler in the distance. After receiving the instructions, the butler walked towards the carriage without saying a word.

"Since Yang Yucheng can't say anything, why not finish the scene with me?"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Your Majesty has brought the tea that your Majesty has given to your Majesty. Can you please taste it?"

In the sky, Taibai, the immortal sword in Li Taibai's hand, kept swinging out, one sword after another, making Ding Hongsheng, who was promoted to an immortal by virtue of his energy, scream in agony.

"There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Mount Emei."

Li Taibai knocked Ding Hongsheng out of the sky with one sword, and then smashed the scarlet red between Ding Hongsheng's eyebrows with another sword.

Ding Hongsheng, who had just become an immortal, instantly fell into a mortal state.

Ding Hongsheng, who fell to the ground, smiled bitterly, feeling a little uncomfortable with this favor.

Li Taibai turned into a sword light and landed not far away from Ding Hongsheng in white clothes. The immortal sword Taibai was held in front of him by Li Taibai, "Why, are you here yet?"

Ding Hongsheng shook his head and refused to fight to death. He knew very well the gap between himself and Li Taibai. Before Li Taibai became an immortal, the gap between him and him was too big. Now that he has become an immortal, he should be the one.

There was no hope of catching up with him.

Li Taibai didn't even look at Ding Hongsheng. He stood up and was about to rush back to the pavilion. Suddenly, a young Taoist slowly appeared in the distance. It was Gao Xuechen who was shattered by King Yan's punch.

"I have met Taibai Sword Immortal."

Li Taibai squinted his eyes, looking at what this young Taoist who suddenly appeared was going to do, and pointed the long sword in his hand at Gao Xuechen.

"Little baby, just tell me if you have anything to do. I'm in a hurry."

Gao Xuechen gave Li Taibai a Taoist etiquette, "Senior, please just stop for a moment."

Li Taibai chuckled lightly, "Can you control whether I go or stay?"

Gao Xuechen smiled and said nothing, but stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation to Li Taibai.

"It just so happens that I have become an immortal, and I haven't yet fully unleashed my sword. Little baby, don't let me down."

Hongyu first slapped Wang Yi away with a palm, and then stabbed the thing with the red umbrella beside him. Wang Yi, who fell to the ground, quickly got up and ran away. After only one round of fighting, Wang Yi knew that the red umbrella in front of him was

The woman in clothes is absolutely no match for her, so she can only delay time and hope that Lao Li can return quickly.

But the gap in realm cannot be made up. Soon Wang Yi was knocked away by the woman in red again. Then Hongyu suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Wang Yi, using her hand as a knife to take Wang Yi's life.

boom.

A Taoist priest who traveled day and night from Wudang Mountain stopped Hong Yu with a knife strike, and then used a force of four or two to knock Hong Yu away.

Wang Yi looked at the visitor blankly. The Taoist priest turned around and smiled softly at Wang Yi, "You're welcome."

After Hongyu stabilized her figure after flying upside down, she looked at the person coming and exclaimed: "Mr. Second."

Mr. Er tidied up his hair that was scattered due to the rush, and said to Hongyu, "Do you recognize me, little girl?"

Having said that, the second gentleman of Wudang Mountain did not wait for Hongyu's answer and took action again. Hongyu was not to be outdone, and his figure loomed above the official road.

With the help of Mr. Er, Wang Yi sighed and was out of danger for the time being. Then he turned his head and looked towards Master Jiechen. The monk's robe on Jiechen's expression had long been cut by Zhao Wu's long knife.

The scars of the Tao, the Buddha light emitted by the Buddha beads on the top of the head is approaching white and no longer pure.

Wang Yi bit the tip of his tongue and cheered up. The weapon in his hand had long since disappeared. The only thing he could rely on now was Chunfeng Du.

I have tried many times to learn Taoism on the Spring Wind Crossing but all ended in failure, and the artistic conception can only be learned by a saint, so only the swordsmanship is left.

Xiaofeng Fu'an has been practicing for a long time, but there is no sword in his hand, and he is not Li Taibai, so he cannot summon the sword, so there is still a sword skill.

Burial place.

When Wang Yi came back from Nanchu, it's not that he didn't think about practicing, but just like Taoism, everything failed.

But this time, Wang Yi thought of a way to use himself as a sword, integrate all his sword skills into his mind, and then slash out with one sword. Only in this way can he survive and Master Jiechen can survive.

not far away

In the long pavilion, the fortune teller sat there peacefully, using some kind of magical power to watch everything that happened in the long pavilion from a distance. Two of the three copper coins in front of him had been turned over, revealing the round sky and the square side.

"All the Taoists are in the game. Gao Xuechen from Qin Tianjian should be able to tangle with Li Taibai for a while with his formation."

"The Buddhist monk Zhishen and the abbot of the Great Buddhist Temple came in a hurry. It must be too late."

"But why do you Confucians sit on the sidelines and refuse to end? What are you trying to do?"

"Of course it's for you!"

There was a loud bang in the fortune teller's ears, and Zheng Huaixian's figure slowly appeared in the pavilion, looking at the fortune teller with cold eyes, "Jia Zhen, let me see where you are running this time."

The moment the fortune teller saw Zheng Huaixian, he shouted something bad, broke something in his sleeve, and disappeared instantly.

Zheng Huaixian looked at a certain direction and said softly: "I have been looking for you for ten years, but I can still let you run away?"

The figure flashed and disappeared into the pavilion.

In the evening of today, the old Duke of Wei was invited by his eldest daughter to Prince Yan's mansion, saying that his grandson was back and they would have a family dinner together.

For this reason, the old man specially brought his dried tofu from the corridor outside his room to Prince Yan's Mansion.

The majestic old man of Prince Yan's Mansion has been here many times, for no other reason than that his grandson had driven away many of his masters in anger. During that time, he took his grandson to read and learn.

At the gate, countless servants knelt on the ground. His eldest daughter, now Princess Yan, was standing at the gate to greet him. The naughty grandson came to the carriage and gently helped him out of the carriage.

"Yuan'er, you've grown a lot taller."

Li Yuan lowered his head so that the old man's hand could easily touch his head, "Grandpa, I am already twenty this year, so I will naturally grow taller."

The old man laughed and took out the dried tofu he had dried from his arms. When no one was paying attention, he quietly stuffed a few pieces into Li Yuan. When Li Yuan saw the dried tofu, his eyes lit up. It was his grandfather who knew he was the best.

This is what he likes to eat. Li Yuan wolfed down a piece and praised it profusely. As expected, his grandpa’s skill at making the dried tofu was delicious.

When the old man heard the compliment, he laughed loudly. He simply gave Li Yuan all the dried tofu and walked to the gate with Li Yuan.

"Father."

The eldest daughter of the old Duke, Princess Yan, stepped forward and looked at her father with gray hair on his temples, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

The old man gently took his daughter's hand and patted it, "Daughter, what delicious food did you cook for dad today?"
Chapter completed!