"My lord has long admired Mr. Daming, and I have come to pay a visit."

A deep and powerful voice rang out.

Cao Yi, who had already entered the state of emptiness, sat motionless on the stone bench, as if he was asleep.

"My lord has long admired Mr. Daming, and I have come to pay a visit."

The deep and powerful voice rang out again.

Cao Yi still didn't react.

With a click, the big wooden door of the Taoist temple opened halfway, and Xu Chu, who had a powerful and slightly dark face with many water droplets, leaned out half of his body.

Seeing Cao Yi on the stone bench, there was a trace of anger on his face.

"Sir?"

Cao Cao's inquiring voice sounded.

"In"

Xu Chu pushed the other door open as well.

Cao Cao, whose hair and face were wet with rain, and the dense number of soldiers, appeared.

"Prime Minister, this person is so rude, even if we are presumptuous, he shouldn't be silent."

As a straightforward martial artist, Xu Chu disdains to hide his dissatisfaction.

"Don't be rude"

Cao Cao reprimanded Xu Chu lightly.

"No"

Xu Chu threw his hand sullenly.

Cao Cao walked up the steps and saw Cao Yi, who looked less than twenty years old, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Before he came, he heard that there was a hermit in Taihang Mountain, and his technique of Qihuang was superb, far superior to Hua Tuo. I thought it was an old man with a bright head and a bad look.

Xu Chu suddenly sighed and said, "Prime Minister, what seems wrong?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Cao Cao didn't find anything unusual about Cao Yi.

Xu Chu walked to a place more than one zhang away from Cao Yi in three steps and two steps, and suddenly turned around and said, "Prime Minister, look, the rain hasn't fallen on this person at all." ”

Cao Cao came over when he heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, when the rain was about to touch this Mr. Cao, it would splash out, which was very strange.

"This person may not really be able to hear me"

Looking at Cao Yi, whose eyes were closed, Xu Chu seemed to understand.

Cao Cao stroked his beard and said, "It seems that this person is not just a person who is proficient in the art of disambiguation. ”

Little by little, time passed.

Noon.

The rain stopped, but Cao Yi still didn't wake up.

Xu Chu proposed: "Prime Minister, it's better to let the soldiers take this person back." ”

Cao Cao was a little moved.

As the prime minister in charge of the military affairs of the north, he is busy with government affairs, and it is impossible for him to stay here and wait all the time.

Seeing this, Xu Chu waved his hand and said, "Come on, take this person back."

A stout soldier walked over, and when he was three feet away from Cao Yi, it was as if he had encountered an invisible wall.

I used my strength to push for a long time, my tired face was red, and I didn't break through the distance of three feet.

"Stand Down"

Xu Chu frowned.

The soldier was already furious in his heart, and when he heard this, he immediately retreated.

Xu Chu stepped forward and pushed hard, but there was obviously nothing in front of him, but it was like an iron wall.

"Zhongkang retreats"

Cao Cao spoke.

Xu Chu, whose face was slightly red, retreated.

In a flash, another hour.

The sun is gradually turning westward.

Xu Chu said: "It's better to come back another day"

Cao Cao hesitated.

"The day after tomorrow, the prime minister can come on a fast horse."

Xu Chu added.

Cao Cao thought for a moment and nodded: "It can only be like this"

And said: "Take the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone"

Xu Chu took pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from a soldier carrying a box on his back.

Cao Cao quickly wrote a letter and handed it to Xu Chu: "Send it in"

Xu Chu took the letter into the shrine and soon came out again.

"Go"

Cao Cao and his party left the Jade Void and left marks along the way.

……

The next day, dusk.

The remnant sun reflects the green branches on the ground, like a freehand painting.

Cao Yi, who was sitting on the stone bench, opened his eyes, and an inch of light shot out of his eyes.

"It's already dusk"

Cao Yi muttered to himself, got up, and returned to the shrine, just in time to look at a letter placed on the futon.

Cao Yi walked over, picked it up, and opened it to take a look.

Cao Cao came and left. Cao Cao came to save his youngest son Cang Shu, who is called an elephant in the primary school text, and his big name is Cao Chong.

"Saving people, it's not a big problem"

Cao Yi put the letter aside.

Thinking of the time for the evening class, I sat down cross-legged and started the evening class.

Half an hour passed.

There was another wave from the other side of the roaring sky.

Cao Yi got up, left the shrine, and soon, came back again.

When it was almost dawn, Cao Yi, who had read a bunch of classics, suddenly wanted to sort out the treasures in his hand, so he took out the things in one go.

"Qintian Scroll" is still the same, a "Canghai Tide Birth Map", a "True Dragon Map".

……

The Space-Time Treasure Box is still unusable.

The flower stone plate on the other side, in addition to allowing people to see the past, did not find other functions. After Cao Yi entered a little aura, he didn't see any change, and threw it on the "Qintian Scroll" casually.

There was another wave from the other side of the roaring sky.

Cao Yi walked out.

The flower stone plate on the other side suddenly burst out with red light, and then it disappeared into the "Qintian Scroll" little by little.

After a short time, Cao Yi returned, his gaze falling on the Qintian scroll.

"This?"

I saw that a new picture appeared on the "Qintian Scroll", a red flower pattern on the other side.

There are two small characters on one side, which are a little blurry, but I can barely recognize the words 'Huanyang'.

Seeing these two words, Cao Yi's mind came to mind the face of Xu Fu, who had been killed once and resurrected.

His expression changed a few times, and Cao Yi put his hand on the "Returning Yang Map", and the touch was cold and piercing, as if he had touched the erupting Yelu Gu.

At the same time, a message came to mind.

It's about how to resurrect the dead.

There are three types:

The first is that the caster does not have enough mana, so he can only replace the life of the deceased with his own life, and the mana is strong, and he can exchange the life of others for the life of the deceased, and the premise is that others are willing (for lovers, blood relatives).

The second requires a small amount of blood from the deceased's loved ones as an introduction, and a living person as a container.

Third, the deceased uses a small amount of blood of their children as an introduction, borrowing non-flesh and blood bodies to resurrect, such as clay sculptures and puppets, which look no different from ordinary people on the surface, with defects, the mud body is afraid of water, the wooden body is afraid of fire, and can only survive for one century, that is, twelve years (high failure rate).

"This shouldn't be called Yang Restoration, this should be called Yang Restoration Forbidden Technique"

Half loud, Cao Yi muttered to himself.

……

In the morning, the sky was clear for thousands of miles, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun scorched the earth to the bumping heat; A southerly wind blew, and a wave of heat rolled up from the ground, and the fire burned so that people felt suffocated. The weeds could not withstand the sun, and the leaves were rolled into thin strips.

On a mountain peak some distance away from the Taoist temple, Cao Yi put the long flute, which had been cracked due to repeated use, to his mouth and blew it.

Soon, layers of fog appeared around the area, and one tree after another made a rattling sound, which at first glance looked like waves.

Cao Yi practiced "Canghai Tide Song" here, but it brought trouble to Cao Cao who went up the mountain.