When everything is done, Wang Yi can return to Chang'an City and continue practicing martial arts. When the time is right, he will find all the people behind the Youzhou case and kill them all, and avenge the dead people of the Qi Palace and the people of Youzhou.

In order to escape, Wang Yi began to take the initiative to pick up the old man and observe his daily routine. After that morning, Lu Li never saw her again, but Wang Yi's miserable life still did not end.

Before Wang Yi could find the old man, the old man began to pull Wang Yi to herd sheep.

Every morning when the old man would come to Wang Yi's room, wake up Wang Yi, and then take Wang Yi, who was not awake and was a little dizzy, to herd sheep together. So during this period, the people of Xishan Village often saw the village chief bringing a foreigner, coming and going on the country road.

Wang Yi's original intention was to get close to the old man and find his relaxed moment to facilitate Wang Yi to escape, but he was not pulled by the old man every day to herd her sheep boredly!

"Hey, hey, boy, don't be idle, the sheep are about to run away."

Under the big tree, Old Man Yao was smoking a cigarette pole and shouted to Wang Yi, who was sitting on a stone not far away, leaning on a face with both hands.

"I know, I know, what should I urge me?"

Although Wang Yi was very impatient, he still stood up, and the whip in his hand was waving in the air. Wang Yi walked to the goat that was about to disappear from their sight and drove it back.

Now Wang Yi can no longer see the heavy brocade clothes on his body, because it has been spring now.

The spring breeze blew the spring water, and the greenness on earth became stronger.

Green not only appears in the green grass, but even the old trees that have fallen leaves in autumn and winter have now re-emerged buds.

In this way, the mountains and waters are green.

The green mountains are charming and the green waters are attractive. The world is a beautiful scene.

This is also the main reason why Old Man Yao was able to herd sheep. If there was no grass, what would the sheep eat!

It’s just a pity that among the green mountains, Wang Yi still had a bitter face and was thinking about how to escape from this village.

When grazing sheep, you must not put the sheep in one place and let them eat all the grass in this place. In this way, no more grass will grow here at this time next year.

If this continues, it is not scary that grass will no longer grow in a place. If the whole green mountain is like this, then there will be big problems.

Wang Yi continued to drive the flock of sheep and came to the next place. Old Man Yao continued to follow behind, looking at the surrounding scenery from time to time, and nodding with satisfaction.

After walking for a while, Wang Yi heard a sound of flowing water. Wang Yi thought and took a few steps to drive the flock here, he saw a stream of spring slowly flowing down from the mountain, neither rushing nor slow, and flowing into the river under the cliff, accompanied by the river water, flowing to the distance, nourishing the people around the surrounding coast.

"Yeah, not bad."

Old Man Yao said something for the first time and praised this mountain spring.

Wang Yi cleaned his ears and kept his arms open, and he had no feelings about it. Wang Yi has also seen many literati and poets' descriptions of beautiful scenery in the mountains, but he has never been interested in this tooth pain description.

Old Man Yao glanced at Wang Yi who was holding his arms and shook his head. He walked under the mountain spring himself, extinguished the smoke pole, pinned it around his waist, stretched out a hand, and gently brushed the spring water.

Wang Yi was a little confused. What was this old man going to do?

Isn’t it that I can’t think about it and want to commit suicide, and find a good place for myself?

He glanced at the flock of sheep, sat next to the big tree, began to practice martial arts, and regulated his internal strength. He did not avoid Old Man Yao. Anyway, this old man had a lot of martial arts above him, and the old man might not look down on his martial arts.

Old Man Yao looked at Wang Yi, who was sitting under the big tree practicing martial arts with his light. He didn't say anything, but took back his hand, stood opposite the spring water, raised his head, and quietly watched the mountain spring flow from below.

Aside from swordsmanship and endless moves, Wang Yi’s most lack of internal strength and physical strength is his internal strength and body. In terms of internal strength, Wang Yi’s master, the old man Guigu, was forcibly promoted to the level of a second-grade master, which was somewhat similar to the use of seedlings to encourage growth, but Wang Yi still accepted it happily.

Why?

On the way of cultivation, Wang Yi was broken by someone. He wanted to gain strength through cultivation and take revenge, leaving only one empty talk.

Then, naturally, the path of martial arts has become Wang Yi's ability to survive now, and it is also his top priority in his mind.

Wang Yi has never let go of internal strength and physical strength. What Wang Yi has to do now is how to take the internal strength instilled by the old man for himself. At this point, Lu Li's pills that asked Wang Yi to try helped Wang Yi's busyness. Although he didn't know what Lu Li's pills were made, Wang Yi's internal strength has gradually stabilized and no longer rushing into Wang Yi's body.

Only in this matter of physical fitness, Wang Yi racked his brains and didn’t know how to improve it. Why does Wang Yi value physical fitness so much is entirely because only when his physical fitness is improved can Wang Yi better enter the first-class realm and gain a foothold in the world.

It is like a lake, its maximum capacity can hold ten kilograms of spring water. If this lake wants to hold twenty kilograms of spring water, it needs to expand itself to bear twenty kilograms of spring water.

Logically speaking, Wang Yi's physique is now stronger than ordinary people in the world. In that valley, Wang Yi practices murder skills every day except studying, so his physique will naturally become stronger.

After escaping from that valley, he received training from Guigu for the dish and his body went up to a higher level.

But these are far from enough to make Wang Yi a first-class master.

What Wang Yi hopes now is to take advantage of this opportunity to completely stabilize his internal strength, so that he can form a breath and keep flowing in his body.

The body is the most troublesome thing that Wang Yi is now.

The arrival of spring made the old emperor who had lived in the palace a little happy. Although the bastards made the old emperor unhappy with the three sons some time ago, the old emperor was still very satisfied with being able to choose an heir, so that today the old emperor took the imperial concubine to travel together.

Unlike in the past, this trip was not very popular, only a few carriages carrying the old emperor and the concubine to a temple.

There is only one temple that can exist near Chang'an City.

Jiming Temple.

When he is in a good mood, he naturally needs to share it with others. There is only one person that the old emperor can fully trust, his mentor, the veteran of the three dynasties, and Yao Daoyan.

As for the imperial concubine, his woman never participates in the government affairs. As long as she is safe and sound, the old emperor will be very happy. He is shouted "Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long. How can this be done? I have made an agreement with her and I am old.

Old, why don’t you go back to the palace next time to issue an order to change your words and shout long live.

As soon as this thought was made, the old emperor shook his head and gently patted the slender hands of the imperial concubine beside him. If he did this, the memorials and clerks might have filled the imperial study room.

Gao Lishi is a slave, and he is not qualified.

After thinking about it, the old emperor felt a little lonely in the entire Ming Dynasty.

"emperor."

The beauty beside her shouted tenderly, and the old emperor recovered, took the imperial concubine's little hand, and said softly: "Yuhuan, what's wrong."

The Imperial Concubine pulled out the hand that the old emperor was holding and rubbed it gently, "Emperor, my hand hurts."

The old emperor laughed, Yuhuan blamed me for not paying attention to her and just thinking about things.

"Yuhuan, come, just let me rub it for you."

After saying that, the old emperor moved forward, grabbed the imperial concubine's hand, put it in his arms, and pulled the imperial concubine over with it. The imperial concubine, a weak woman, could not compare with the old emperor, and fell directly into the old emperor's arms, pouting his lips, and acting a little coquettishly, "Your Majesty, there are still people."

The old emperor gently brushed the concubine's hair, his eyes full of doting and tenderness, "I'm not afraid of me, who dares to say more?"

When the old emperor said this, he deliberately made a loud noise, implying that the entourage outside the carriage should not speak much.

After hearing the old emperor's words, Gao Lishi smiled slightly and waved his hands at the eunuchs and palace maids following around the carriage. These eunuchs and palace maids were tactfully away from the carriage. Gao Lishi came to the carriage with a quick glance, took the reins from the coachman's hand, threw the coachman off the carriage, and drove the carriage for the old emperor himself.

The one who can let this old eunuch drive the carriage himself may be the current emperor.

As the sun passed by the sky, the old emperor and his group came to Jiming Temple.

The carriage walked into the backyard of Jiming Temple. The old emperor, under the service of Gao Lishi, walked off the carriage, then stretched out his right hand to the carriage and carried the imperial concubine down.

There were already little novice monks in the backyard who welcomed the emperor here. When they saw this scene, they closed their eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently in their hearts.

After the old emperor hugged the concubine, he pulled the concubine's subordinates and walked towards the room of his master in his memory as if no one was around.

He didn't need the little novice monk behind him to lead the way. He was familiar with the road and came to his mentor's room. He just didn't expect that there was a little novice monk outside his mentor's room, and he stopped and waited.

"Meet the donor."

The old emperor responded softly, looked at the room where the window was opened, and asked softly: "Little Master, I don't know what you mean by blocking my way here?"

The little novice chanted the Buddha's name and then said, "Donor, Master Daoyan said that when you meet today, you are only allowed to enter. As for this female donor, you can only go to the main hall to wait."

The old emperor was a little displeased. He was in a good mood today. He remembered that he had not come to his mentor for a long time and visited his mentor. He never thought that when he came here today, he was treated like this by his mentor.

If you agree to your mentor’s request, not to mention where the emperor’s pressure has gone, just say that your woman cannot be protected by yourself, wouldn’t you be useless!

But if you don’t agree to your teacher’s request, you will not be able to see your teacher, and you will be in a dilemma.
Chapter completed!