"Princess, the forbidden army in the palace is gone." The little maid in green clothes next to her lay next to the woman in white and whispered. Zhuge Ming cautiously approached the edge of the bed, and suddenly lifted the quilt.

"Ah" two exclamations, Zhuge Ming hurriedly covered his ears, slowly raised his head, and the pretty face of the woman in white turned red.

"I thought that the last gentleman who was counted at a young age was also a little rascal." The woman in white snorted coldly.

"This girl, who risked her life to help before, why did she turn her face so quickly, she had to do that act of unloading the mill and killing the donkey." Zhuge Ming pretended to look aggrieved.

"Childe's kindness today, he will be rewarded in the future, and he will leave today." The woman in white, who also seemed to feel that she was a little inappropriate, whispered with a red face.

"Today's events are also a gesture, the girl doesn't have to worry about it, and the reward doesn't have to." Zhuge Ming shook his head and let out a long sigh. The woman in white suddenly became a little stupid, and suddenly felt that she was a little too much just now, and was thinking about whether to apologize to Zhuge Ming, but she didn't expect Zhuge Ming's next words, which refreshed the world view of the master and servant.

"Seeing that the girl has no money, I am not a person who loves money, I will wronged myself today, the girl will promise to me, I am not a picky person, when I have the gift of a bun crown, we can get married." Zhuge Ming's face was red and his heart was not beating, and he seemed to be heartbroken. The woman in white shook her silver teeth and clenched her pink fists. If it weren't for the woman in Tsing Yi to catch it, she would have to bite this guy hard, this guy is simply a misbehaving person in her eyes.

Zhuge Ming squinted his eyes, and the other party's every move was in his eyes, seeing the woman in white like this, Zhuge Ming smiled in his heart.

"Hey, what does the girl think?" Zhuge Ming avoided the murderous gaze of the woman in white, and his tone was very low, as if he was very aggrieved.

"The wedding banquet is a big event, the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, the little woman can't be the master, wait for me to go back and ask my father, if the family agrees to this family business, the little woman is willing to accompany the father." The woman in white looked at Zhuge Ming with a smile, and what she said was not leaky. Zhuge Ming secretly said in his heart, what a powerful chick, and I don't know which force in the Three Kingdoms exists.

Although the thoughts in his heart turned a thousand times, Zhuge Ming was still silent on the surface. "Then girl, please."

"Hmph, Diao Chan, let's go." After speaking, the woman in white pulled the woman in Tsing Yi and walked out of the door, the woman in Tsing Yi hesitated slightly, gave a salute to Zhuge Ming, and chased after the woman in white.

Zhuge Ming was stunned, this time he was really stunned. He met Diao Chan, and it was really a flower and moon appearance that captivated the country and the city, Zhuge Ming thought about it carefully, and wondered why it was so eye-catching, and it was eight points similar to Chen Hao in his previous life. Zhuge Ming patted his thigh, his eyes were blank, this wave of blood loss.

"Princess, where are we going?" Diao Chan caught up with the woman in white and asked softly.

"Dead hooligan, stinky rascal, the next time it falls into the hands of this palace, it will not split you." The woman in white didn't seem to have heard Diao Chan's words, and cursed Zhuge Ming with hatred in her mouth.

"Princess, are we going back to the palace?" Diao Chan cautiously asked again.

"If you don't go back to the palace, where else can you go?" The woman in white turned her head and asked.

"Then princess, do you really want to marry the general's nephew?" As soon as Diao Chan finished speaking, the woman in white stopped.

The woman in white looked entangled, the general's nephew He Ping, he naturally knew that the body was weak and sickly, Luoyang was famous, with a pale face and a weak look, it was estimated that it would not take long for her to burp. She didn't want to be widowed for the rest of her life, and this thought was even more entangled.

And Zhuge Ming, who was in the inn, had already meditated. The woman in white just got angry, and it turned out that she had a feeling. Now he has already stepped through the three levels of entering the Tao and has become a cultivator, but this is the first step of the Dao, and Zhuge Ming has not yet touched the Tao and the mysteries. From the Pangu Road, Zhuge Ming only understood what the Tao is through. Only by passing through this level can one comprehend the gate of the Tao.

And there are four levels of Dao Tongxuan, from Xuan to Dao, every time you are promoted, your body and soul will be tempered by thunder and fire. And the Xuanzi mirror made Zhuge Ming a little enlightened after the fight just now.

At this time, Zhuge Ming's divine soul was immersed in the Pangu Dao, and countless illusions and occult techniques were deduced in his mind. I don't know how long it took, Zhuge Ming slowly opened his eyes, "True and false, false and true, illusory." Zhuge Ming muttered, pinched a magic trick, and his body gradually disappeared and hidden, and in an instant, it appeared again.

"It turns out that this is the Xuanzi mirror." Although Zhuge Ming was tired, his eyes looked at the sky very seriously. Every time you move up a level, you need to survive the thunderstorm. This thunder is not an ordinary heavenly thunder, but a yin thunder that condenses the energy of heaven and earth, and it cannot be seen by the naked eye at all.

The dark clouds over Luoyang slowly converged, and Zhuge Ming had a book of heaven on his head, and the corners of his mouth smiled. Since the wordless book of heaven has helped Zhuge Ming drive away evil and turn good fortune many times, Zhuge Ming has recognized it as a life-saving artifact, and this time he has shamelessly raised it above his head.

And the thunderstorm over Luoyang has attracted the attention of many hermit. The two visions appeared in the sky above Luoyang, which couldn't help but make the heads of the five courtyards of the Han family suspicious.

In Yingchuan Academy, a white-haired old man stood on the attic and stroked his beard to watch Luoyang, his face was sometimes surprised and sometimes solemn. A scholar next to him stood aside, silent. The bursts of incense on the table, coupled with the melodious sound of the students in the distance, are like a fairy scene.

"Guo Jia, you have been studying with the teacher for a few years." The white-haired old man asked.

"Master Xun, Guo Jia has been studying at the academy for seven years." Guo Jia replied.

"It's been seven years, and now I have already achieved the realm of poetry and calligraphy, and I believe that I will soon be able to reach the three realms of Confucianism and Taoism." The old man in white turned around and looked like Guo Jia said kindly.

"Originally, you shouldn't have let you go out of the mountain so early, but in Luoyang City, there are many visions, and even I can't figure it out. Now the Han family is declining, I Xun Shuang has a negative emperor, long since the world, only your senior brother Xun Yu in the court, this time Luoyang is afraid of variables, now you have learned something, then go to Luoyang, if there is a problem, you will support each other. Xun Shuang said to Guo Jia. Guo Jia nodded seriously and walked away with his fists clenched.

After Guo Jia left, a spatial wormhole was instantly generated in the attic, Xun Shuang glanced at Luoyang again, and then stepped into it with only one foot. It turns out that this Xun Shuang is not an idle person, but one of the seven great Confucians today, and his cultivation has reached a half-step Confucian saint. Throughout history, only Confucius reached the realm of Confucianism. With the pit of Confucianism by Qin Shi Huang, most of the Confucian and Taoist inheritances were destroyed, resulting in a sharp decrease in the number of cultivators. If it weren't for the Han Dynasty deposing the hundred schools of thought and respecting Confucianism, Confucianism would not have appeared. It is also these great Confucians who have been in charge of the Han dynasty for 400 years, and they will not be cut off.