"Niangniang is very good, she eats and sleeps sweetly, the only thing she is worried about is the safety of His Royal Highness, and she has told the old slaves to take care of you. ”

Zhang Xiuling said.

"Yes, my mother will always take good care of herself, and she will never let me worry about being a son. ”

Yang Yi changed his words again: "What happened a year ago, can you find some clues?"

There are three ancient kingdoms in the Qingyun Star Domain, one holy kingdom.

A year ago, the seventh princess of the Xuanyou Ancient Kingdom came to leave as a messenger, but died in Yang Yi's palace inexplicably.

When he died, he was still disheveled, and he was obviously violated.

This incident caused an uproar, and Yang Yi was speechless.

At that time, the Son of Heaven of the Xuanyou Ancient Kingdom was furious, and he stationed millions of soldiers on the border between the two countries, and in desperation, Yang Yi could only abandon his life and go away to Tianbo Frontier as an explanation.

"There is no specific evidence, but all kinds of clues point to His Royal Highness the Great Prince. ”

When Yang Yi was in the ancient country, he was known as a peerless genius once in a thousand years, and his mother was deeply favored by the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven even said several times, in front of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, that he would make Yang Yi the prince.

This also made the queen very jealous, and secretly framing Yang Yi was also the most suspicious.

"This matter continues to be investigated, if it is really clear that it is the queen's line..."

Yang Yi's pupils narrowed slightly, and the chill emitted made Zhang Xiuling subconsciously shake his spirits.

"By the way, Your Highness, the old slave has a token here, which was sent by Luo Lixing, the lord of the Tianbo Frontier Country, and he said that he wanted to give it to you. ”

Zhang Xiuling took out a golden token from his cuff and handed it to Yang Yi.

On this token, the building is engraved with four gilded characters of 'Ru I come in person'.

"Is this Luo Lixing courting me?"

Yang Yi's smile was playful.

"This Tianbo Jiang Kingdom is a vassal country of our Great Departure Ancient Kingdom, and Luo Lixing is the lord of a country, obviously knowing that Your Highness is the master behind the first floor of our world, and this move is naturally a gesture of goodwill with Your Highness. ”

Zhang Xiuling said.

Hearing this, Yang Yi reluctantly pocketed the token.

"Hey, it smells so good!"

Suddenly, Yang Yi smelled a strange fragrance.

"Childe has a good sense of smell!"

I saw the old shopkeeper walking slowly over with a basket.

"Your Highness, this basket is filled with the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup, this medicinal diet is full of ninety-eight kinds of three-star spirit grasses, nine kinds of blood of four-star Houtian demon beasts, and it took three days and three nights to boil it with rootless water..."

Zhang Xiuling said: "And these treasures of heaven and earth are also collected by Niangniang Niang with a lot of energy, so that you can heal your wounds!"

"My mother has a heart, and I took this medicinal food away. During this time, I will temporarily live in the Long family, and if you have any problems, you can order someone to inform me. ”

Yang Yi took the basket with his hand.

His injuries had long since recovered, but he didn't bother to explain.

Zhang Xiuling also knew that there were many people on the first floor of the world, so he did not persuade Yang Yi to change places.

"By the way, remember to send a pot of perfect tonic soup every day. ”

Yang Yi, who walked out more than ten meters away, added.

These words almost made Zhang Xiuling stumble and fall to the ground.

...

When he returned to Long's house with the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup, Changsun Xue, Leng Ling'er, Long Aotian, and Long Shuangshuang were already looking forward to it at the door.

"Master, you're back!"

Seeing Yang Yi's figure, he immediately rushed over.

"By the way, what about Murong Huang and Patriarch Feng?"

Yang Yi looked around and didn't find the other party's figure.

"Let's go, leave Dudu here and say that you will take care of it!"

The eldest grandson Xueqiong sniffed, her eyes suspicious, fixed on Yang Yi's basket.

"It's so fragrant, Master, what are you carrying in your basket?"

Leng Ling'er was more direct, and almost put her hand in.

"What is in this basket is the perfect tonic soup, don't grab it, everyone has a share. ”

Yang Yi couldn't cry or laugh: "Remember that after eating, immediately refine the medicinal properties, and in two days, it should be able to increase your cultivation by one or two stages." ”

"One or two more ranks in two days?"

The voices of the disciples dragged on, and their faces were full of disbelief.

"When has the teacher deceived you, don't delay, quickly take the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup, and then go to cultivate!"

Yang Yi put on the majesty of a strict master.

A group of disciples suddenly turned into birds and beasts and scattered.

...

Time flashed to the early morning of the covenant of the Jinluan Palace.

Yang Yi and his entourage were ready to set off for the palace.

In the past two days, because of the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup, Leng Ling'er and Changsun Xue's cultivation have been upgraded to the six-star martial arts realm.

If it is combined with Tianyi Sword and Chenying Sword, and several powerful martial arts taught by Yang Yi, even Wang Lingjun, Chen Wanhui and others are definitely not the opponents of the two women.

As for Yang Yi himself.

Now that his cultivation has also reached the peak of the twelfth stage of the martial arts realm, he has tempered sixteen qi and blood Changhong, which can be described as earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods.

At the east gate of the palace, there is a post in five steps, a post in three steps, and a sentry in three steps, which is very heavily guarded.

Yang Yi reported his identity, and after the inspection, he was released.

"Master, where is this Jinluan Palace, that palace, should we find someone to ask for directions?"

After entering the gate of the palace, a group of disciples scanned the unfamiliar environment and inquired.

"Lord Yang Yifeng, today the national teacher sacrifices to the sky and asks for rain, and now the hundreds of heavenly pride sons who have caused visions from the three major sects have all gathered on the square of the ancestral temple Taimiao, so there is no one in the Jinluan Palace. ”

At this moment, Murong Huang and Bai Pianpian rushed over from behind.

Look at them panting, obviously galloping.

"Ancestral Temple?"

When Wei Xian came to Tianyimen to ask for help before, he had already mentioned it, and Yang Yi almost forgot about it.

Murong Huang obviously knew a lot about the environment in the palace.

Under her leadership, after a stick of incense, everyone came to a square.

On top of the square, an altar was erected.

In the center of the altar, there is a large tripod, and three arm-thick sandalwood sticks are inserted in the tripod.

There are more than 500 people scattered around.

Among these people, more than half of them are wearing official uniforms, and they are all ministers of the imperial court above the third rank, and the rest are disciples of the three major sects.

Yang Zhenshi, Li Mubai, Wang Lingjun, Chen Wanhui and other familiar people were present.

In addition, there are many strange young men and women, each of whom has a superior arrogance, and is obviously the pride of heaven who causes visions from the sect.

"Yang Yi is here?"

"This kid still has the face to appear in the royal ancestral temple, Senior Brother Mubai, do you want Senior Brother and others to directly take action, suppress him, and vent evil anger for you?"

The genius disciples of the two sects also discovered the figure of Yang Yi and his party, and their eyes almost erupted with fire.

"It's okay, the eldest prince has already left his back hand, Yang Yi will die ugly today, all we have to do is to make up for it like a dead dog when he falls. ”

Staring at Yang Yi, Li Mubai, Wang Lingjun, and Chen Wanhui, there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.