"The adoptive father is not that old."

Zhao An was still a little worried and wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the old man.

"Let's go, go home."

Zhao An nodded. Yao Yuxian had already wanted to go home, so she couldn't wait to get up from the ground and get on the horse.

This time when the old man returned to the Liang Palace, he was not riding a horse, but riding a carriage. Zhao An was still riding his own white horse, and Yao Yuxian was following the other side of the carriage.

"How about this competition?"

Li Cheng lifted the curtain and asked at Zhao An who was riding a horse beside him.

Zhao An thought for a while, "Gu Kaizhi has been famous for a long time. I was able to survive this time because he cherished his talents and luck accounted for a large part."

King Liang did not care about his talent. Since Zhao An said that, it would definitely be very dangerous. But the old man is not ignorant. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Let go if it should be.

The eagle will eventually fly.

"Don't take risks next time."

Zhao An nodded and said, "Okay, don't worry, adoptive father."

Yao Yuxian just watched the conversation between the two calmly, neither interrupting nor worryingly looking at Zhao An.

The four adopted sons, the eldest son Meng Gong, the second son Chang Yuchun, the third son Yao Yuxian, and the fourth son Zhao An.

Meng Gong was an orphan saved by King Liang on the battlefield in his early years. At that time, Meng Gong's relatives died on the battlefield. Li Cheng, who was not King Liang, did not know why, so he made good intentions to save Meng Gong. After that, Meng Gong followed Li Cheng to fight south and north, and finally came to Liangzhou, serving as the commander of the mount army, and fought in the western regions all year round in the west of Liangzhou.

Chang Yuchun was Li Cheng's personal guard back then. He fought with Li Cheng for many years. He saved Li Cheng in crisis many times, and was then adopted by Li Cheng as his adopted son.

Zhao An is an alternative among the three. According to a record in the Shanshuilang, the adopted son seems to have some unknown relative relationship with King Liang Li Cheng, but neither of them comes forward to say anything about such a thing.

The cavalry escorted several people away, and on the distant plain, Gu Kaizhi, dressed in mahjong suddenly appeared.

After Gu Kaizhi held his hands in his arms, he looked at the cavalry's back as he walked away, and said nothing.

Behind Gu Kaizhi, there was a young man with his hands standing on both sides of his body, looking respectful.

The young man only has awe of the master in front of him and has no other thoughts at all.

Gu Kaizhi also knew the boy’s awe of him. He only accepted five apprentices in his life, and the boy behind him was one of them.

This kind of thinking of a young man is inevitable, but if he does not correct it, he will live under his own shadow throughout his life, and there will be no progress in martial arts.

Such a person is useless even if he has a high talent.

After standing for a long time, Gu Kaizhi slowly spoke, "What's the matter?"

The boy's forehead was covered with sweat. It was because his master's aura was too strong and his strength was far above him.

"Master, there have been many Ming troops in Tietongguan in recent days. I wonder what their purpose is?"

Gu Kaizhi sneered and stood barefoot on the plain. "It's nothing. I went to Chang'an City some time ago. I was just afraid that I would get angry, so I just rushed to Chang'an City."

"Don't worry, I will go back to Tietong Pass once I go to Prince Liang's Mansion."

After saying that, he ignored the boy and walked barefoot on the plain, slowly walked through the mountains and rivers, towards the Liang Palace in Liangzhou.

The boy looked at Gu Kaizhi's back as he left here, sighed a long sigh, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and the boy felt relieved. After being by his master for many years, this awe has become heavier and heavier since the first day, without any sign of weakening.

After calming down, the boy looked at his master and then turned around and left.

At this time, the sun had long disappeared, and the moon was hanging high in the sky.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Wang Yi sat cross-legged under the big willow tree in the Qingshan Village.

After one cycle of operation, all internal forces poured into all limbs and bones, and a breath of turbid air came from

Wang Yi's mouth and nose came out and dissipated between heaven and earth.

When Wang Yi opened his eyes, he found that it was already night. It was obvious that the sun had just reached the horizon when he was practicing, and now the moon was coming out.

Standing up, Wang Yi staggered and almost fell down. He hurriedly held the big willow tree beside him and stabilized his body. He sat for a long time, and his legs and feet were a little sore and numb.

After tapping his legs a few times, sitting down and waiting for a while, Wang Yi returned to the old man's yard.

When approaching the yard, Wang Yi found that there was a very luxurious carriage in front of the yard. Near the carriage, there was a middle-aged man standing there with a long knife in his arms.

Wang Yi saw the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man also saw Wang Yi.

However, the first person to be unsheathed was the long sword in the arms of a middle-aged man.

Unsuspectedly, he shocked Wang Yi and the middle-aged man. Wang Yi subconsciously placed his hand on the long sword at his waist.

The battle is about to break out!

However, the middle-aged man smiled apologetically, raised his hand and pressed the long knife in his arms, and said to Wang Yi: "My friend is frightened."

Seeing the middle-aged man saying this, Wang Yi also put down his right hand and shook his head, "It's okay, your knife intention is a bit interesting."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and continued to stand next to the carriage without saying anything.

It's just a friend who meets you, there's no need to say anything more.

Wang Yi ignored the middle-aged man and pushed open the gate of the courtyard. Smelling the familiar fragrance of medicine, Wang Yi found that Lu Li was accompanying a woman in the courtyard.

A woman is a bit heroic, without any weakness that belongs to a woman, but instead gives people a feeling of heroism.

"Godmother, I'm fine. I heard you haven't even slept these days. Let's go back and rest early today."

Lu Li held the woman's arm, looking a little tired.

Lu Ning's eyes were filled with sadness and love. The sadness was because his son was killed by some evil man. Love was the woman who was about to become his daughter-in-law in front of him.

One of the husbands died and the other one died, all of them were miserable people.

It’s just a pity that no one knows that behind the two people is the culprit of all this.

Wang Yi stood there a little embarrassedly, and didn't know how to speak, but it seemed that it wasn't right to stand here. They couldn't keep chatting, so they had to stay here.

"Ahem."

Wang Yi coughed lightly twice, indicating that he was back and was standing behind you.

Sure enough, when he heard Wang Yi's cough, the two women who were talking turned around.

"Who is this?"

Lu Ning didn't recognize who Wang Yi was. When he saw a stranger appearing in the yard, he was naturally a little confused. However, after the doubt, he was a little nervous. After all, the person outside the door did not stop this person.

"This is a guest brought back by the village grandfather. I will stay here for a few days."

Lu Li spoke first and explained to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi, who was still thinking about how to tell the reason why he stood here, was stunned at first. When he heard Lu Li's words, he instantly reacted and nodded.

"I don't know who this person is?"

"Since you are a guest of the village chief, then there is nothing wrong. In Lu Ning, you can call me Mrs. Lu."

Wang Yi was shocked. It turned out that he was the current head of the Beimeng League, Lu Ning.

"Mrs. Lu, I'm disturbing you, you guys talk."

After saying that, Wang Yi left directly.

Lu Ning nodded and looked at Wang Yi's departure back. He was a sensible junior, but he didn't know when the village chief had such a guest.

Shaking his head, throwing distracting thoughts out of his mind, holding Lu Li's little hand, gently wiped away the tears at the corner of Lu Li's eyes, Lu Ning felt a little distressed.

"Silly girl, don't torture yourself like this. Feng'er left and left. We living people still have to continue to live."

Lu Li knew that his adopted mother was no less sad than her, and being able to persuade her was enough to show that she was very high in her heart.

“

Godmother, you go back tonight and light the spices in my purse, which will help you sleep.”

As he spoke, he came to the gate.

Lu Ning walked out of the gate, Lu Li stood at the door, not far away.

"Child, go back. In a few days, Feng'er's coffin will be buried in the back mountain. You can go there again."

Lu Li nodded. During the days when Wang Yi was in a coma, Lu Li was vigilant in the mourning hall set up for the young leader of the North League. His face and skinny skin were almost gone.

Today, Lu Ning couldn't stand it. During the day, he asked his servants to force Lu Li to take Lu Li away from the mourning hall. Otherwise, if this continues, Lu Li will have to go down and accompany Feng'er.

Looking at Lu Li standing at the door and watching him, Lu Ning sighed slightly and turned around and left.

Standing at the gate, Lu Ning persuaded Lu Li, who had been reluctant to leave for a long time, and came to the carriage.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Lu Ning who came here from the gate, "Why don't you stay for a while?"

Lu Ning sighed slightly, "This child has a deep relationship with Feng'er. After staying in the mourning hall for so many days, I will let her sleep more today."

The middle-aged man nodded, as if he had thought of something, and said, "Did you see the guy I just entered?"

Lu Ning nodded, Wang Yi's appearance appeared in his mind, and he said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and said, "This child has a good swordsmanship and should be of extraordinary origin, but he just doesn't know how to follow his feet."

Lu Ning lifted up the curtain and put it in the carriage. Through the window, he looked at the moonlight outside, which was a little bleak.
To be continued...