In the southeast direction of Qingshui Village, there is a piece of apricot forest, the square circle is not big, it is estimated that it is only one zhang square, around the apricot forest, there are also the houses of the villagers of Qingshui Village are located, it is a place where people live lively, and in the flourishing apricot forest, there is a big stone stele, the big stone tablet is engraved with eight big characters in all directions, two on each side, under the tempering of the years, it has been mottled, and on the top of the big stone stele, it is a three-legged big black round tripod, the black tripod is simple and lightless, the diameter is about more than three feet, half a zhang is high, standing on the stone stele, as if carved out of stone.

On this big black tripod, the three-legged engraved moire, the tripod body is carved with mountains and rivers, it looks majestic and vicissitudes, occasionally there are light spots falling between the gaps of the leaves to shine on the black tripod, you will see the golden light flashing on the edge line of the mountains and rivers of those reliefs.

This big black tripod has been ignored, but the apricot forest is well protected by the villagers, in addition to harvesting a lot of rhubarb apricots every year, the apricot forest is also used by people to pray, after all, everyone hopes that their next generation, can have a good future.

And not long ago, a swarthy boy was around this big stone tablet all day long, he sometimes stared at an ancient character on the stone tablet all day, and he didn't know what he was looking at, but someone came forward to ask, but this black boy was ignorant of it, and over time, no one bothered him.

On the big black tripod, you will often see a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged, the middle-aged man occasionally opens his eyes, and his gaze is also the black boy under the black tripod, after confirming that the other party is not cheating, the middle-aged man closes his eyes again.

And in the southwest of the village, Xuantuo, the prince of the Yellow Kingdom of Yanzhou, has been a little uncomfortable recently, he has been in the ancient land for several months, and now he still has nothing, although he has obtained a lot of good quality spirit grass, but the thing he dreams of, there is still no clue.

Ma Yiyuan, the Taifu who followed him, was much calmer, Ma Yiyuan, who was wearing simple clothes all his life, was not a master, in the eyes of the villagers, he looked like an old man next door with his grandson visiting the village.

"Taifu, can you really be sure that the jade seal is in this ancient land?" Xuan Tuo couldn't help but look at Ma Yiyuan next to him at this moment.

"Young master, it's only been a few months, is it really that easy to find a treasure that has been lost for so long?" Ma Yiyuan said unhurriedly.

In the face of Taifu Ma Yiyuan's words, Xuan Tuo was not in a hurry to deny it, who called himself this Taifu is not only a spiritual cultivator of the five-grade peerless realm, but also the premier guest of the Qiankun Gate in the Underworld.

This Ma Yiyuan cultivation of the original divination gong is a prophetic exercise, and the divination generosity of the Qiankun Gate is the same source, but different from the divination generosity, the divination is more inclined to find the object positioning, while the divination generosity is more inclined to help the practitioner to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

In fact, the divination exercises that have been circulated in the spiritual circles all come from Heluo Valley, a mountain gate that is beyond the world.

Xuantuo walked on the road of Qingshui Village, he was only thirteen years old, in addition to the nobility of the prince of Yanhuang Kingdom, there was also a trace of childishness on his face, and there was a trace of melancholy on the corners of his mouth that were not very mature.

He can become the crown prince of Yanhuang Kingdom, not by how brilliant his qualifications, nor by how smart and wise, but only that he is the eldest son of the current emperor of Yanhuang Kingdom, although above him, he has three adult sisters, but below him, he has three younger brothers than him.

In fact, among the three younger brothers, there are one or two existences whose qualifications and wisdom are much better than him, thinking of this, this thirteen-year-old child has inexplicable pressure invisibly.

These pressures came from many places, including the gossip of the eunuchs and palace maids in the court, the strange eyes of the ministers, and the various exhortations and strict management of their own mothers.

Being in the emperor's house, and already existing as the emperor's prince, Xuantuo has carried too many expectations and eyes since he was a child, and these things have whipped him all the time and have to work hard.

The turmoil caused by the Demon Prison in the Underworld Town affected the surrounding three countries, among which the Yanhuang Kingdom was particularly seriously affected because it was closest to the Zhensin Mountain Range, which was called a deep understanding of the immortals' fights and the pain of mortals.

With this fluctuation, two voices have formed within the Yanhuang Kingdom, one is to urge the emperor of the dynasty to replace the crown prince, and choose one of the five and six princes who are more qualified to practice or more suitable to be the future emperor of the Yanhuang Kingdom;

Thinking of this, Xuantuo had to be quite worried in his heart, he was thirteen years old, and he was still a child in the world, but in the Yanhuang court, he was already a prince who could already listen to the government, although the pressure was great, but as a prince, Xuantuo also understood his dignity, and the throne, at least in the current view, he felt that he had the best chance to sit in that position.

"Teacher, do you think I will be abolished?" Xuan Tuo asked casually, although it was casual, but the young man looked at Ma Yiyuan on the side, the master who had been in charge of teaching him since he was a child.

Ma Yiyuan's face was not too blessed, but a pair of eyes looked at Xuan Tuo kindly: "What do you think is the most important thing to be a good emperor?"

Ma Yiyuan did not answer Xuantuo's words, but asked rhetorically.

When Xuantuo heard this, he turned his head and thought about it, and then said: "There is a sage who said that the people are precious, the community is secondary, and the king is light, so it is because of the people of the hills that he is the son of heaven, the son of heaven is the prince, and the prince is the doctor. ”

Ma Yiyuan nodded, this sentence was given to Xuantuo, and it was a sentence in the precious works left by the former sages of the cultivation world, and the kid remembered it very clearly.

"In that case, do you think it's important to get the throne, or is it important to save the people?" Ma Yiyuan asked again.

Xuantuo didn't answer in a hurry, he stared at the end of the front, there was an old lady picking up things, this was a very old lady, at the moment carrying the basket was still a little trembling, a lot of tomatoes rolled out of the basket, scattered all over the ground, not to mention, many of them were broken, the old lady's withered eyes, in addition to a trace of helplessness, there was a lot of sorrow.

Seeing this, Xuantuo put Ma Yiyuan's problem aside, ran to help, and after picking up the good tomatoes back to the basket, Xuantuo snatched the basket from the old lady's hand, and then supported the old man and said, "Old woman, let me help you, where is your house?"

Ma Yiyuan stood quietly not far away and saw his apprentice's actions, but he didn't stop or help, he pinched his fingers for a moment, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"The sky is yellow, the treasure is in the world, this is the choice of heaven, this is auspicious!" Ma Yiyuan followed Xuantuo, who sent the old woman home, and he was not very good at this qualification, and his mind was not a flexible apprentice, but he was quite satisfied, he was the one who supported Xuantuo the most.

The old lady's house was not far away, and after turning a few directions on the road, she finally came to a rather ordinary farmhouse, and opened the door, and there was a green vegetable garden in the farmhouse, and at the end of the not very neat stone road, the old lady's house stood quietly.

After chatting with the old lady, Xuan Tuo learned that the other party was a lonely old man, who had always been alone, and although he had a hard life, he could be regarded as having some support.

Xuantuo settled the old lady here, and said to his master: "Master, these days, since we have not gained anything, I want to help this old man first, and then go to find that treasure!"

Ma Yiyuan nodded, "You should also have your own judgment!"

With the approval of his master, Xuan Tuo made up his mind, he looked at the old lady who was quite grateful to him over there, and greeted: "Old woman, I'll help you chop some firewood!" Regardless of the old lady's obstruction, Xuan Tuo was very enthusiastic.

Ma Yiyuan sat in the sun basking in the sun, his deep eyes reflected the figure, there was relief in his eyes, a good emperor not only has the courage to look up to the world, but also has the attitude of being humble to the ground, he murmured: "Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world, this is not to say!"

For Liu Buyi, that incident was just a very small thing in his life, and Liu Buyi would not be complacent because he killed a Jiupin Daoist in his mortal body, maybe this rather dangerous killing was not in Liu Buyi's plan at all.

Mo Bei'er stared at the figure outside the door that moved with the shape of the fist, and had some thoughts, in the cultivation world, it is not uncommon to be able to kill a nine-rank cultivator with the body of a mortal, but this situation only exists in the battle between the army of the secular dynasty and the cultivator sect, and the formation of thousands of people is often against each other, and the nine-rank Taoist has to be worried in the face of thousands of troops, but in the wild, a mortal wants to kill a nine-rank Daoist, unless the nine-rank Taoist is sick or sleeping.

However, in front of him, the young man who was not very strong was really killing a Jiupin Daoist head-on, although it was a sneak attack, however, this sneak attack was also a well-designed hunt, thinking of this, Mo Bottle'er couldn't help but shudder, she used to have a strong disdain for mortals, but now there is nothing at all.

At dusk, the boy turned around and looked at the thoughtful girl, with the halo of the setting sun on her face, warm and kind.

The girl looked up, and the two looked at each other, and there was an indescribable emotion.

But at this moment, a figure appeared in front of Liu Buyi's door, it was a middle-aged man, wearing a pale yellow robe, decorated with some dark green delicate patterns on the front, and embroidered a black brush on the back.

Standing outside the fence, the middle-aged man looked at the girl on the steps inside the fence and called softly: "Bottle, it's time to go back!"

When Mo Zhu'er heard the middle-aged man's words, he looked up at that side, and immediately said with some cheers: "Uncle Shangguan!"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "It's time for us to go back!"

When the girl heard this, her face was a little happy, but there was a touch of reluctance, but she finally walked towards the door, before leaving, the girl seemed to think about it, and at the moment of going out, the girl turned around, and she took out a delicate and simple copper coin from her arms, on which was tied a butterfly made of colored ropes.

Under Liu Buyi's stunned gaze, the girl put the copper coin into the boy's hand, and at the moment when the girl went out, the girl called: "Stingy ghost, if you can get out of here in the future, come to a place called Tingchao Jedi to find me, that happy coin is a token!"

Liu Buyi waved his hand, and in the evening breeze, the butterfly hung on the copper coin, as if dancing in the wind.

And as Liu Buyi looked at it, a team of thirty people swept through the air, this group of people controlled all kinds of weapons, the first one was the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man stood with one hand behind his back, his robe stood in the wind, looking ahead, and the ink bottle sat on a silver-white flying sword at the feet of the middle-aged man, beckoning to the figure under him, saying goodbye.

Above the canopy, the middle-aged man had a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Miss, that happy coin, but the thing you have carried with you since you were a child is a second-grade mid-level immortal thing, not to mention that, apart from this, the meaning to you is extraordinary!"

The ink bottle didn't care, with a look of hope in his eyes, "Maybe he'll see you again in the next year, that stingy ghost can already stand shoulder to shoulder with me!"

The middle-aged man didn't have much to say about this, "Lord and Madam, but I'm in a hurry, and I'm almost about to enter the Ten Thousand Demon Forest to find the bad luck of the red-eyed holy demon!"

"Does Daddy suspect that I was abducted by the Demon Clan?" the ink bottle smiled rather slyly.

"You, you're almost going to poke the big basket, and you'll probably have to be locked up for a year and a half when you go back!" the middle-aged man laughed.

At the moment, the ink bottle was staring at a light green pendant in her hand, a little distracted, this pendant was given to her by Liu Buyi on the first day after August 15, a little rough, but she liked it quite much, under the stunned look of the middle-aged man, the ink bottle raised the pendant in his hand: "Uncle Shangguan, this is a genuine keel!"

The middle-aged man patted his forehead, "Although this keel is also very precious, compared to that Kaixi coin, you are a loss!"

"It's hard to buy a favorite, don't you know!"

Under the sky, the young man stared at the copper coin in his hand, and finally slowly carried it back into his arms, even though the young man was a little lost, but more of a longing, that is, the momentum of a great cultivator!