Among the huge mountains and forests, only Wang Yi and Xiao Wenxuan on the carriage were left.

The fog spread, and Wang Yi looked like in a fairyland. In the fog, Wang Yi looked at the pavilions and towers around him, and the wonderful fairy woman, all kinds of magical things appeared in front of Wang Yi like a quick look.

Suddenly, a musical sound rang in the forest, and the sound of the orioles slowly flowed through his ears, which was extremely nice.

After the music resounded for a while, it came to an abrupt end. Someone in the forest exclaimed lightly, and the mist in front of Wang Yi gradually faded, and two people walked out of it.

An older Confucian scholar, with grey hair tied behind his head, was wearing a white Confucian shirt that looked like a god, and had a smile on his face and walked out of the forest.

Another Taoist costume, with a red face, holding a whisk in his hand, and smiling at Wang Yi sitting on the carriage.

Wang Yi was indeed shocked when he saw the two of them. Those who could come to him silently without being noticed should definitely not be underestimated.

Wang Yi mobilized his starlight and forcibly dispersed the fog around him, which ensured that the sight around the carriage was wide open.

Confucian scholars and Taoist people looked at each other and saw the feeling of surprise and appreciation in each other's eyes.

The Taoist priest spoke first and said to Wang Yi: "You have good cultivation."

Wang Yi did not speak because he didn't know what the purpose of these two people came here, whether his identity was leaked or whether Xiao Wenxuan, who was still sleeping in the carriage, came.

The Confucian scholar looked at Wang Yi with a vigilant look and smiled: "Haha, Taoist priest, look, the young hero will not speak easily."

The Confucian scholar sorted out his clothes and bowed to Wang Yi, "Is it possible to tell the young hero's name to you?"

Wang Yi looked around. Although the fog was forcibly dispersed by Wang Yi, it did not completely dissipate, and there was still fog floating. The mountains, forests, plants and trees were hidden in the fog, and they could not see the roads around him. Master Wei and the Taoist priest did not take action immediately. Obviously, they did not have the intention to kill Wang Yi. However, Wang Yi was not careless and was able to connect with him and the carriage without any trace. This was very abnormal in itself.

Someone expressed kindness to Wang Yi, so Wang Yi naturally wanted to respond.

"In the lower Wang Yi, both of them have good cultivation and can appear here without knowing the truth."

Confucian Sheng Chang smiled and said, "But the head of the Ming Jinyiwei Zhao Prison, Wang Yi?"

The Taoist priest was a little curious and looked at Wang Yi with interest.

Wang Yi nodded and said calmly: "It's Wang Yi."

The Taoist tilted his head, looked at the Confucian scholar and asked, "How could you know? I don't believe in your divination."

The Confucian scholar patiently explained: "A man becomes a scholar as a scholar.

It is hard to think that the person in the head of the Yiwei Zhao Prison is worth it.”

Wang Yi looked at the two people talking and interrupted, "You two intercepted my way, but what's wrong?"

The Taoist priest waved the whisk in his hand, punched a Taoist etiquette and said, "We are not going to do this for the prince."

Wang Yi was stunned. There were only four people here. Taoist priests, Confucian scholars, Wang Yi, and Xiao Wenxuan who was sleeping behind him.

Wang Yimashun thought of the key, turned around and looked at the carriage, and said, "Xiao Wenxuan."

The Confucian scholar touched his beard, "Yes, Mr. Wang is not only of extraordinary cultivation, but also of wisdom."

"Can you tell me what Miss Xiao did wrong?"

The Taoist priest and the Confucian scholar looked at each other, and after receiving the other's affirmation, he spoke: "Miss Xiao naturally did nothing wrong, but Miss Xiao's master who taught martial arts since childhood, Lady Qinghai. She is a member of the Demon Sect."

"It is the sorrow and negligence of our righteous people."

Wang Yi asked in confusion: "Then what's the use of you catching Xiao Wenxuan?"

The Confucian scholar took a step forward, "Of course, he had the bargaining chips to negotiate with the lady of Qinghai, and he could catch her faster."

Wang Yi sat on the carriage, shook his legs, questioning: "In order to catch a person, we must first catch a little girl. What's the reason?"

"You." The Taoist priest was obviously very excited. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the leisurely Wang Yi. The expression on his face was no longer calm, but instead he looked a little angry.

The Confucian scholar frowned slightly, obviously this incident also touched his heart. But after a while, he replied to his previous expression again and looked at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi put one hand on the iron knife around his waist and looked at the two of them vigilantly.

Suddenly, the Confucian scholar raised his eyebrows, and the three of them turned around. The curtain on the carriage was lifted open, and Xiao Wenxuan walked out. Xiao Wenxuan sat on the other side of the carriage, without even looking at the Confucian scholar and Taoist priest. Looking at Wang Yi, his red lips opened slightly, "Young Master Wang was troubled by taking care of Wenxuan along the way."

Wang Yi was speechless, Xiao Wenxuan turned her head and looked at the two people and said, "I don't know who my master is, nor where she is."

Xiao Wenxuan looked a little reminiscent, "I just know that my master can accompany me when my father is busy and teach me many things and principles."

"I only know that the master is the master."

Xiao Wenxuan walked off the carriage and walked towards the Confucian scholars and Taoist priests. Not far from the carriage, he looked back at Wang Yi and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your life-saving grace and care. Wenxuan should be unable to repay you."

In fact, after experiencing the death of his father and the dissolution of the Qingshui Gang, Xiao Wenxuan was already in deep self-blame and regret. Wang Yi could only force Xiao with the starlight.

Only when Wenxuan fell into a coma could Xiao Wenxuan's health not get worse and worse.

Wang Yi looked at the sad Xiao Wenxuan and felt indescribable in his heart. Wang Yi pulled out the iron knife in his hand and said slowly: "I don't recognize any demon sects or righteous people. I only know that your father Xiao Tianfan will hand you to me and let me take you back to the Ming Dynasty."

Wang Yi looked at Xiao Wenxuan with a little gentleness on his face, and a smile appeared in Xiao Wenxuan's eyes.

Wang Yi looked at the Taoist priests and Confucian scholars and said, "Although I, Wang Yi, have not given me a penny when I saw a beggar, I said that even if I say something is as good as I can, let alone a scholar."

After saying that, he paused slightly and then said, "Wang Yi is just a low-level practitioner. He is not as good as the two seniors. It is a blessing to be praised by his seniors, but he may not be as good as they wish."

The Confucian scholar Wei just frowned, but the Taoist priest was a little angry and said, "Young Master, do you know that you can't catch the lady of Qinghai, how many righteous people will die tragically?"

Wang Yi apologized and said, "Wang Yi is stupid and can't compare to the selflessness of his predecessors. Everything in the world is flirting with. A hundred years later, the yin and yang are separated, and the world is in trouble. Why should Taoist priest be aggressive?"

The Taoist priest took a step forward, "It's so stupid to take care of the world with his own personal gain."

Wang Yi could only smile bitterly, shook his head and said, "Wang Yi is just a scholar. He only remembers to keep his promises. The rest of the matter has nothing to do with Wang."

The Taoist priest shook his head, "It's stubborn." Then he looked at the Confucian scholar and said, "It's all scholars, come."

Master Wei said slowly: "During the Spring and Autumn Period, the character of scholars has been crushed. Does the character of scholars still have? "

Wang Yi nodded and said firmly: "The character of a scholar has always been there and has never been abandoned in the world."

The Confucian scholar was a little relieved, "Is this true?"

Wang Yi stood up, walked off the carriage, and performed an authentic Confucian etiquette, "It has been like this for thousands of years."

The Confucian scholar smiled unrestrainedly, "Well, the character of a scholar has not been lost in the Spring and Autumn Period, which is a great blessing."

The Taoist priest looked at Master Wei but couldn't say that Wang Yi was the boy. He rolled up his sleeves and took a step back, "Then start fighting?"

Wang Yi raised the iron knife in his hand and was serious. Xiao Wenxuan kept staring at Wang Yi, wanting to speak but stopping, but in the end he still looked at Wang Yi quietly with a look of concern.

The Confucian scholar stood his hands beside him and said, "Since they are all scholars, I'll do it first."

The iron knife in Wang Yi's hand turned slightly, and above the blade, Wang Yi's starlight began to flow out, attached to it, and the solemn and murderous aura spread all around.
Chapter completed!