The two got into the carriage, Mo Ziye, Mo Zixuan, and the entourage all got on the horse, and Xuanwu got into the carriage and drove the carriage away in person.

They came in a hurry, and they left quietly.

The interior of the carriage was large, with a wooden couch for resting, on which two pillows were placed.

There was also a coffee table, because there was no breakfast, his subordinates prepared a few plates of delicate pastries, as well as fragrant jasmine tea.

Jiang Zebei sat on the wooden couch, holding Chen Mengtian and eating pastries, the warmth between the two could not be hidden, like the closest people.

Time flies by in a hurry.

Chen Mengtian and Jiang Zebei have never rested much along the way.

There are priorities, and when they come, they are a little interested in visiting the mountains and rivers, and the journey back is non-stop.

Until this day, on the way to the capital tomorrow, their trip was delayed.

At the foot of a hill passing by a monastery, there was a gazebo on their way.

At this time, in the pavilion, there were two monks playing chess, and there were little monks on the road sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

The carriage stopped, Jiang Zebei hugged him carefully, and he held Chen Mengtian who was sleeping in his arms.

He lowered his voice and asked outside, "Why did it stop?" ”

"Back to the young master, there is a little monk sweeping the floor on the road ahead, and there is a ......"

Xuanwu looked at the two monks in the pavilion, one of them in a white robe, to be precise.

In this Xiliang country, there is only one monk wearing a white robe, and that is the former abbot of Huguo Temple, Master Yichen.

Xuanwu was not sure whether the monk in the white robe sitting in the pavilion at this time was what he thought was Master Yichen, so he was a little hesitant to say what he said.

Jiang Zebei only listened to him for half a sentence and asked, "What else?" ”

Without waiting for Xuanwu to answer, he stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the curtain, and at a glance he saw the two monks in the pavilion, as well as the little monks sweeping the floor in the road.

"Young master, there is only one monk in the Xiliang Kingdom who wears a white robe, and he is the master of Yichen."

Xuanwu finally said it.

In the past ten years, Master Yichen has been elusive, and few people can see him.

At this time, Xuanwu felt a little unrealistic, and he had some doubts in his heart about whether that person was really Master Yichen.

When Jiang Zebei heard Xuanwu's words, his eyes had already been placed on the pavilion, a monk in a white robe.

The other party was also looking up, and a childish face came into his eyes, and his smiling face gave people a good impression.

Jiang Zebei raised his eyebrows, this person is a master of Yichen?

Why does it look about the same age as him?

However, after receiving the smile in the other party's eyes, as well as those eyes that are transparent and can see all the world, Jiang Zebei has already determined that this person may really be a master of Yichen.

The immortal on his body, like the temperament of a person outside the sky, and the eyes that see everything in the world, gave Jiang Zebei a feeling.

The other party is waiting for him.

Although it was weird, Jiang Zebei did receive such a meaning.

He lowered the curtain, looked down at Chen Mengtian who was sleeping in his arms, took the pillow on the side, put it down, and then stole the incense, and then got up and got out of the carriage.

After Jiang Zebei dismounted, he tidied up his somewhat wrinkled clothes, glanced at Xuanwu beside him, and said softly: "Take care of Madame, rest in place." ”

"Yes, young master."

After Jiang Zebei finished speaking, he walked towards the pavilion with calm and elegant steps.

His eyes kept on meeting the white-robed monk who was looking at him.

The eyes of the two met in the void, one smiled faintly and was full of nobility, and the other smiled kindly and embraced all things.