I saw a man in blue riding a horse, followed by three or five followers, riding a horse in a hurry, leisurely as if he was walking through the streets.

It's just that this road is all deep mansion compounds, even if there is any good delicacy, it is also in other people's yards, and he is so leisurely It can be seen that he is in a good mood. Even, when he saw Mo Xiaoxiao turning around to look at her, he showed her a gorgeous smile.

It's a pity that Mo Xiaoxiao has been baptized by Qingfeng and has a much stronger immunity to handsome guys. The immortal cultivator doesn't care about the superficial skin, and she is no longer so nymphomaniac. And this person looks at least thirty or so, and he looks like a young man, pretending to be tender.

The sound of horses' hooves drew closer.

Chu Yunxu also glanced back.

Mo Xiaoxiao followed behind him, and found that his eyes became a little resentful.

The man had apparently noticed them as well, and the smile on his otherwise leisurely face froze.

"Xiao Yunxu?" That person was obviously more mature than Chu Yunxu, and he was surprised when he saw Chu Yunxu, but he quickly suppressed his surprise and changed it to a surprised expression, urging him to say hello immediately.

Chu Yunxu was younger, so he couldn't hide the look on his face, so he just said hello stiffly: "I've seen Uncle Seven." ”

The man in blue turned over and dismounted, grabbed Chu Yunxu and spoke happily, the theme was to express his joy at his return.

Chu Yunxu listened with a stiff face, rarely talking. The man in blue was not angry, he still talked to him happily, and at the end, he made a look of understanding, "You have returned from a great disaster, you must be in a hurry to see your mother, Uncle Seventh will not stop you, go back quickly." By the way, tomorrow the national teacher will pray for his father in the palace, you should also go and see, my father heard about the thirteenth brother, and he was very sick. ”

Chu Yunxu agreed, and the man got on the horse and left.

When Mo Xiaoxiao and the three of them returned to Nan'an Palace, someone had already run to report the news.

When the mother and son met, they naturally cried. The Nan'an Palace's palace was originally arranged with a mourning hall curtain, and it was miserable, and as soon as Chu Yunxu came back, he was busy with the people of the entire palace.

There are many royal relatives, and the news of Chu Yunxu's return is like a wing, and it spreads all over the homes of dignitaries and nobles in the capital in a moment. No matter what they thought, they were not willing to lag behind in etiquette, and the guests of the entire palace were endless, and after a while, the rewards of the emperor and queen in the palace were also given.

Mo Xiaoxiao and Qingfeng were reluctant to be polite with those people, so the princess asked the two of them to rest and freshen up.

On the second day, Mo Xiaoxiao and Qingfeng followed Chu Yunxu and the princess into the palace.

Although he promised to help Chu Yunxu, the specific way to do it depends on the actual situation, after all, Chu Yunxu is only a one-sided word, and his father is dead, and it will not help to move the prince down, and it is very difficult to repair the cause and effect of the things in the world.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the palace, several people got out of the carriage and entered on foot.

On this day, the national teacher wanted to pray for the blessing of the country, and Chu Yunxu did not die, so he escaped back, and the emperor Longyan was happy, so that all officials and family members should attend.

The court is rich and glorious, full of flowers, and the people who come and go to the palace are dressed in the wind.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at it coldly, and followed the princess into the table, she was also very curious, what this so-called immortal master looked like.

The national teacher is very strong, hundreds of officials and family members have been seated for a long time, and all the princes, grandsons, and phoenixes have also been seated, and finally, the emperor and queen have also appeared, and the national teacher has not been called out.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the huge platform in the center and guessed what kind of immortal art this immortal master wanted to perform.

A drum sounded, and flowers began to fly in the sky on the stage, and a middle-aged man in a purple robe slowly descended.

The crowd screamed and cheered.

The national teacher's hands were knotted like lotuses, slowly falling, and sitting on the lotus platform above the red platform.

Mo Xiaoxiao's eyesight can clearly see his facial features, his face is white and long, his complexion is ruddy, he looks pretty good, cultivators generally have a good complexion, and the impurities in his body are discharged over and over again, and his skin can't think about it. Because of this, the monk naturally has the appearance of a fairy wind bone.

The national teacher's eyes were like lightning, and he paused on the faces of Qingfeng and Mo Xiaoxiao, but he quickly turned to the emperor and bowed slightly, showing that his demeanor and etiquette were just right.

The emperor was very happy and personally walked down to help the national teacher.

After a few words of conversation with the emperor, the national teacher was ready to start the performance. He first shot out a cyan aura, wrapped the emperor and retreated to the throne, stunned a mortal.

Qing Feng looked at him with his eyes and said to Mo Xiaoxiao: "He should be the Wood Spiritual Root Cultivator mentioned in the book." ”

However, immediately afterward, the national teacher used a golden aura to conjure up a golden dragon and shrouded the emperor. caused hundreds of officials to kneel and shout long live.

"And the Golden Spiritual Root." Mo Xiaoxiao said. The more spiritual roots a monk has, the more complex they become, and the lower their cultivation is. However, she has a little score in her heart, and she transmits the sound to Qingfeng, there is no way that her cultivation is too poor, and she may be discovered by this national teacher.

The opening remarks were very warm, and everyone looked at the national teacher with more and more reverence. Only Chu Yunxu and the princess turned pale.

The national teacher waved his hand incomprehensibly, quieting everyone down. He himself sat on the lotus platform and recited the mantra in his mouth. The snow-white hand stretched out, and there was an extra peony on it, and the national teacher smiled and flicked, and the peony flew to the queen.

The queen smiled dignified and reached out to take it. The relatives of hundreds of officials complimented them, saying that the peony is good-looking, and the country is fragrant.

With a flick of Qingfeng's fingers, the originally delicate red peony suddenly turned pale, and then withered rapidly. Everyone was surprised, and the national teacher's face was ugly.

The queen's face was not good, she didn't say anything, and threw away the withered flowers casually. The queen originally didn't like this national teacher very much, the prince and the king of Nan'an are her sons, a compatriot, and she doesn't favor anyone in major matters, although she prefers the younger son more. The youngest son had an accident, and she was unhappy, but the prince was also her son, and today he specially asked to establish the prestige of the national teacher, and she couldn't help but attend.

The national teacher is a little embarrassed, his wood spirit root is the best, although it is a little difficult to conjure up the real thing, but there is no reason to dissipate immediately. However, his complexion remained the same, and the formula in his mouth changed again.

Then, with a wave of his left hand, he shot a ball of red fire, and with another flick of his right hand, a ball of blue rain popped out, and his hands were crossed, and the fire and rain stood side by side in the air, one was fiery and smart, the other was blue and crystalline, the rain was endless, and the emperor shouted miracles.

Mo Xiaoxiao and Qingfeng glanced at each other, Qingfeng didn't move, but a faint and almost invisible purple aura headed towards the two things.

The purple aura was not violent, and gently but powerfully pulled the two balls and smashed them towards the national teacher. The national teacher was shocked, and the mantra came out quickly, but it was too late.

Fire and rain covered his head, and with a pop, splashed him with water, and then hissed several times, and the fire burned his head clean.

The people below didn't know what had happened, and they didn't hear about it.

The national teacher's face turned red, knowing that someone was secretly doing evil. Just now, his aura was out of control, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to take back the fire and rain, and that person's cultivation was higher than himself!

He glanced at Qingfeng, who was sitting far away, these two people were very strange! It's a pity that he can't see through it.