Above the high cliff, the breeze and bright moon.

The old man knocked on the cigarette pole in his hand, waiting for Wang Yi's answer.

Wang Yi still didn't speak and kept his head down. The old man felt a little upset when he saw it, so he kicked Zhang Yi, who was standing beside him. Zhang Yi was so angry that he pointed at the old man and cursed, "Old man, you're too much. Boy Wang doesn't speak, why are you kicking me?"

Zhang Yi directly picked up a big stone next to him and threatened: "Old man, if you are kicking me, I can tell you that you can't do things again and again. If you come again, I will smash you to death."

The old man raised his eyelids, glanced at Zhang Yi holding a stone, and spit out a mouthful of smoke, "You? If you dare to smash it down, I will give you the Zhou Gong Lu hidden in the library."

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up and she was full of energy, "Really?"

The old man nodded and looked directly at Zhang Yi. He looked at Zhang Yi, which was obviously dull and a little muddy, fell on Zhang Yi's body, as if it was like a giant mountain, pressing on Zhang Yi's heart, and it was actually not the least bit of intention to move forward.

The old man said coldly, "Waste."

Zhang Yi threw down the stone in his hand, and the breath that was pressing on his heart disappeared instantly. He sat on the ground, breathing fresh air in big mouthfuls, wiping his sleeves away from sweat, and the old man was still as strong as ever.

The old man didn't look at Zhang Yi, but instead said to Wang Yi: "Boy, don't pretend to be mute. I'm not that unreasonable person. Do you do the same business with you? "

Wang Yi thought for a while, "Yes, I just don't know what Master, you asked me to do?"

The old man knocked the cigarette pole in his hand hard on the stone. On the cliff in front of him, the bright moon shone brightly. The old man just took a look and stopped watching it because in the same scene, the old man saw too much.

"In recent years, a Jianghu organization called Beimeng emerged in Youzhou. Do you know?"

Wang Yi nodded. Wang Yi of the Northern League saw this from the map he was coming. The Northern League is still famous in Youzhou. There are more than ten thousand people under his sect, and there are many masters in the sect, acting like chivalrously. His sects are extremely united, and they are much stronger than ordinary sects.

Such a giant, placed in any place, would attract the attention of the court and local governments, but the Northern League was slowly growing under the eyes of King Liang, which made people suspicious.

At the root of this, Wang Yi knew that one of the founders of the Northern Alliance was an old brother who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years with King Liang. For some reason, he resigned from office and refused to do so, and led a group of confidants in the army to make a name for himself in the world.

Although this person resigned from office and refused to do so, he set rules on the first day of founding the Beim League, with one three no.

You must not betray the Ming Dynasty, kill innocent people indiscriminately, and bully the weak.

Decades have passed, and the reputation of the Northern League has become increasingly great. It has eliminated violence and good fortune in Youzhou, and is a chivalrous and righteous man. Even when encountering the situation of the Northern Qi spies and cavalry who entered the Ming Dynasty, it is a situation that they will never stop.

This behavior naturally improved the reputation of the Northern League in the hearts of the people. The court did not want to take these people for its own use. It issued several edicts to let them enter the court as officials.

However, they, who were originally from border generals, naturally refused and directly attacked the eunuch who came to summon him out of Youzhou.

In this way, the reputation of the Northern Alliance increased instead of decline, which completely established the Northern Alliance's position in the north of the Ming Dynasty.

King Liang did not express any expression about such a force, but it was still developed by it.

"Know."

The old man continued, "There is a little girl in the Beimeng League, who is called Xiao, I forgot, but now she is the adopted daughter of the boss of the Beimeng League. She has a book in the world of the past.

You go and bring the scriptures written by the medical saint."

Wang Yi frowned. The old man's arrangement could be said to have completely disrupted Wang Yi's plan that had already been planned next, and the one that was about to be carried out to pay tribute to the dead Youzhou border troops.

Besides, Wang Yi has lost his cultivation level now, and his internal strength is even weaker. Apart from one swordsmanship, there is nothing else to save his life.

"Master, I don't have any cultivation now."

The old man took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Wang Yi, "I know that this is also the reason why I asked you to go to the Northern League."

"I always pay attention to fairness when doing things. Since you are a kid, you will be rewarded."

"Since the bridge of immortality on your kid has been interrupted, then Xinghui will naturally not be able to walk along the way, and I can't recover. However, when I saw that your kid actually took Gu Kaizhi's path, I gave you a second-grade master. As for the future path, you have no choice but to go."

After saying that, while Wang Yi was taking the letter, I knocked Wang Yi with the cigarette pole in my hand several times. The speed was so fast that Zhang Yi, who was sitting on the ground pretending to be dead, had his eyelids twitched. I thought the old man was old, but now it seems that the old man is not that simple.

Wang Yi held the letter in his hand, and the few strokes the old man hit him were all the big acupoints on Wang Yi's body. After the old man hit him, Wang Yi felt a breath in his body constantly bumping, and the breath actually tended to increase.

"Boy, don't sit cross-legged and pull the internal force!"

Wang Yi immediately put away the letter and had no time to check what was written on it. He immediately sat down and kept his mind steady. All his mind fell on the internal force in his body.

Zhang Yi, who was sitting aside, was first happy for her junior brother, and the corners of her mouth were almost grinning into the sky. Then, she came to the old man with a bitter face, hugged the old man's thigh, and began to cry.

"Old man, you can't be so partial. I have been with you for so many years, and I have worked hard without credit. I pity me as a master."

The old man kicked Zhang Yi away and said, "Get away and cry."

Zhang Yi could not listen to the old man's words, and directly threw two big white sleeves on the old man's legs, "Old man, you will pity me and give me a spring and autumn realm, or a fairy realm, I don't mind."

The old man stood up slowly, not caring about how Zhang Yi was making trouble. But this way, every time the old man took a step, Zhang Yi on his legs stuck to the old man's legs like a candy.

"You send Wang Yi back to that inn, and then go to the Beibian to find the old leader. He is my old friend. Let's help Wang Yi lay the foundation first."

On the way here, Zhang Yi actually had speculations about the old man's behavior after seeing Wang Yi. Originally, he thought that the old man had nothing but two ways to treat Wang Yi. One was to ignore Wang Yi completely, but according to the old man's temperament, in this way, except for the old man's life, Wang Yi would not have to give it to the old man, and the rest of the other side was to return it to the old man, including the books he had read in his mind. The best way was to turn Wang Yi into a fool. At that time, Zhang Yi would naturally not stand by and risk being beaten to death by the old man, Zhang Yi would save his junior brother.

Another type is that the old man takes Wang Yi back for strict supervision, and then lets the name Wang Yi and everything about this name disappear into this world.

Zhang Yi would not doubt whether the old man could do this. After all, even the Chunqiu countries were plotted by the old man, so what could a mere Wang Yi have calculated?

But now, the old man not only did not turn Wang Yi into a fool, nor did he plan to take Wang Yi away, but instead asked Wang Yi to continue to do things for him.

"Are you very confused, why would I do this?"

The old man pinned the cigarette pole around his waist, held his hands, and stood on the high cliff with his thin body. Zhang Yi was thinking about whether the old man would fall down.

"Master, do you say that if you fall from here, you will fall to death?"

The old man kicked Zhang Yi away with another kick, leaving no trace of affection.

Gently patted the dust on his trousers' legs. The old man looked at Zhang Yi who was kicked away by himself and ran back, "If you dislike your life for a long time, go to Western Shu and go to play with Li Taibai."

Zhang Yi flew out several times in a row, and the white brocade robe on his body had been stained with a lot of dust, but Zhang Yi didn't care at all, "What? Look for that drunkard? You won't go to death, old man, at most, you will kick me a few times. The drunkard was scolded by me a few times but wanted to chase me with a sword. If you don't go, you won't go to death, you won't go."

Why did Zhang Yi react so fiercely?

Because the old man said nothing nonsense, saying that he was asking Zhang Yi to go to Western Shu, no matter how he was unwilling to go, he would go. However, the old man did not force Zhang Yi to go to Western Shu this time.

"Western Shu, Western Shu, has a good name and a good place. Since ancient times, which occupied the power of Western Shu, there is no need to worry about food and grass. In addition, the terrain there is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is simply a blessed place."

Zhang Yi looked disgusted. The old man’s praise for Western Shu was true, but it was true that Western Shu was destroyed by an old man. Western Shu was not called Western Shu back then, but at that time, it was called Shu. The king at that time, Zhang Yi had seen him. The king was an enlightened king, who paid light taxes and strongly supported the generals in the frontier.

But it was useless. The old man used only one centrifugal trick to turn Shu into Western Shu. In the end, the king hanged himself on the day the capital was captured.

Such things happen every day during the Spring and Autumn Period, and Zhang Yi has become accustomed to them.

"The world of martial arts has become interesting recently. It is no longer as dead as in previous years. A golden sword with double-sword cultivation was released in the north, which is a good seedling. A Qin family's overlord spear was released in the south, which is not bad. There is a Li Changming on Wudang Mountain and a little Tianshi on Longhu Mountain. Taoism is destined to win the next battle between the three religions."

"There is a difficult time in Buddhism."

Zhang Yi held his arms and stood up for Confucianism, "Old man, don't you talk about Confucianism, think of a way? No matter how you say you are also from an orthodox Confucianism."

The old man ignored Zhang Yi and continued to talk to himself, "Zheng Huaixian is likely not to come out of the mountain again. He will continue to be his free and easy immortal in the mountain."

Zhang Yi suddenly asked, "Old man, where is the Liu Qing who has disappeared for a long time? Is he dead?"

The old man said angrily: "Liu Qing hid in the north and shot a knife at the Northern Qi Dynasty. This is the great hero, you know nothing."

Zhang Yi smiled and knew the answer. He walked to Wang Yi and lay there waiting for Wang Yi to wake up. The old man turned around and looked at Zhang Yi, "Why, do you want to stay here?"

Zhang Yi raised his legs and didn't even look at the old man, but curled his lips, "Senior brother protects his junior brother, it is natural and the deep love is touching."

Is this ridiculing myself for disregarding the relationship between master and apprentice?

The old man had no expression on his face. Zhang Yi had done this excessive thing in his early years. During that time, Zhang Yi, as the youngest of the four of them, often took them to be straw men, inserted silver needles into the straw men's body, and then hung them at the door, where he had to pass through every day, for fear that he would not be able to see it.

Then the old man would take down the straw men one by one, throw them four into the library that claimed to have collected more than 10,000 books and took all the books in the world, and asked them to copy the books.

Don't copy books?

Then don’t eat anymore. If you starve to death, the elderly will be worried.

Why did Wang Yi ask Wang Si to copy books?

It's obvious.
Chapter completed!