Seeing that the spell had been cast, four or five men came up, lifted Ma Zhiyuan and walked towards the village, everyone thanked the white-robed boy again and dispersed, Xiuniang followed behind Ma Zhiyuan, seeing that his face was much calmer, and his heart was quietly happy.

Zhao Wan'er trotted to Li Xuanji with her skirt, took out a handkerchief embroidered with flowers from her sleeve, and was about to wipe his sweat, but she was suddenly stunned, and then her face turned white, dropped the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, and touched his face tremblingly: "Brother Xuanji, why is your face so white, don't scare Wan'er." ”

Li Xuanji was originally very white, especially after entering Huaqi, his whole face was like a crown of jade, but now he is a little paler, his lips are bloodless, and he looks like a weak scholar who is seriously ill.

Seeing Zhao Wan'er's reaction, he naturally knew what was going on, took a step back slightly, dodged the hand stretched out by the woman in red, and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a little tired, Miss Wan'er doesn't need to make a fuss." ”

Yu Kunlun strode over, and when he saw the little boy like this, his face instantly hung up, and he said hatefully: "It's all these grass coars, let the son deal with their bullshit boss, don't say anything about the son, and help them save people today, it's really insatiable, and the general will take the brothers to kill them all!"

Li Xuanji sighed, human life in this world is so worthless, capable people can kill whoever they want, just like killing a chicken, there will be no guilt, it is just right, seeing that Yu Kunlun was angry and turned around with an iron spear to leave, he said in a deep voice: "Captain Yu, this matter is voluntary by this son, you can't be angry with Qingshan Village, we will leave after eating." ”

After speaking, he turned around and was about to walk towards Qingshan Village, when suddenly his eyes were dark, and he couldn't help but stumble a few steps.

Two exclamations sounded, and Yu Kunlun and Zhao Wan'er hurriedly held his arm left and right, and their expressions of concern were self-evident.

Li Xuanji smiled at the two, did not break free, and returned to the village.

After eating a tepid breakfast, the people in the village knew that the fairy prince was leaving, and hurriedly prepared a few inferior horses and some silver coins as a thank-you gift.

Li Xuanji declined the money, accepted a few horses, said goodbye to them, and set out on the road again.

A blue-green carriage in the mountains and forests drove slowly on the path, and several men on horseback and swords around looked a little sad, and now the little boy was unwell, and he didn't even ride his favorite horse, and sat in the carriage for the first time.

The driving Yu Kunlun was covered with frost, but the mountain road was difficult, no matter how urgent it was, it was useless, and he prayed in his heart that the little boy would never have anything to do.

Li Xuanji lay on a silk quilt laid out on one side, covered with a thin blanket, and closed his eyes with the swaying carriage.

The maid Xiaoqing gave up her position early and went out to sit on the edge of Yu Kunlun, leaving Zhao Wan'er and Li Xuanji.

Seeing Li Xuanji with such a look for the first time, Zhao Wan'er's heart was like a knife, she quietly wiped her tears, and inadvertently saw Li Xuanji looking at herself, sobbing: "Wan'er will never ask Brother Xuanji to help others in the future, Wan'er just wants Brother Xuanji to be well, if it weren't for Wan'er this time.."

Li Xuanji interrupted her, closed her eyes and whispered: "Does Miss Wan'er know what is the most valuable quality of a person? It is kindness, but when you want to help others, you must recognize your own ability, and doing what you can is the great good." ”

Zhao Wan'er nodded vigorously, indicating that she knew, and took out an embroidered handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but Li Xuanji tilted his head and avoided it, and heard him say: "My son doesn't like others touching me very much, and I ask Miss Wan'er to take care of me more." ”

The woman in red withdrew her hand and bit her lip, feeling a little lost in her heart.

I don't know how long later, the carriage stopped suddenly, and I heard someone outside say, "Amitabha." ”

An old monk in yellow with a withered face stood in front of the carriage with his hands folded.

Yu Kunlun frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you want to stop me from waiting?"

The old monk looked solemn, looked up at the carriage, and said, "The poor monk has discovered the demonic energy, and he has come to check one or two!"

Yu Kunlun was furious, pulled out the iron spear beside him, kicked his legs, crossed the horse, pointed the spear directly at the old monk and stabbed it quickly, and shouted angrily: "You bald donkey is talking nonsense, give Lao Tzu death!"

Seeing that the man killed him without saying a word, the old monk was not angry, his body dodged the iron spear, and continued: "The poor monk has no malicious intentions, and I hope the donor will stop." ”

Yu Kunlun, who had long been angry, didn't care about him, stepped out of a deep pit on the ground with his right foot, stopped the momentum of rushing forward, and the spear in his hand quickly drew a big circle, and swept thousands of troops, whistling into the wind.

The old monk looked indifferent, his head did not return, his legs bent slightly, jumped up a foot high, and when he fell, his feet just stepped on the iron spear, and he did not see how to exert himself, and the iron spear was stepped into the dirt by him, and he did not move.

Seeing that Captain Yu was deflated, several other Xuanjia battalion soldiers drew their swords and jumped off their horses, killing the old monk with murderous vigour.

"Stop!", the curtain opened, and a pale white-robed man walked down, looked at the old monk, squinted and smiled: "My subordinates are a little abrupt, I don't know what the master has to say?"

Yu Kunlun and the others had to stop, but they still surrounded the old monk to death, as long as he showed the slightest movement, he would let his head fall to the ground.

The yellow-clothed old monk didn't care about the murderous intent around him at all, and after staring at the white-robed boy for a long time, he folded his hands, bent down and said, "The son is also good!"

Li Xuanji made a look, asked Yu Kunlun and the others to retreat, and said calmly: "If the master is fine, we still have to hurry, so we won't accompany us?"

When the old monk heard this, he really stepped aside, and Wen Yan said: "If the son feels that he is not in good health, he might as well go to the Qinglu Courtyard of Dafeng Mountain to try, and if someone asks, he will report the name of the poor monk, and the poor monk's law name is 'Fangzheng'." ”

Li Xuanji clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Thank you, master." ”

Looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away, the old monk turned his head and read softly: "After traveling 36,000 miles, I know that there is a real person in front of me, and it is good." ”

The old monk took a step lightly, and his figure instantly appeared ten zhang away, and then the speed became faster and faster, and the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As the sun fell, a carriage drove out of Shoushui Mountain, rode into Fengyang City by sunset.

Fengyang City as the city of Nanlu Prefecture is the name of the row, although it is not as vast and majestic as Nanlu City, but it has a great reputation, thanks to the green buildings in the city, there are more than 30 large and small buildings, every year to the time of the selection of Oiran in June, the city is even more lively, and even a lot of people from all over the capital come to watch, spend a lot of money, so some people privately jokingly call Fengyang City "Beauty City", it is really that there are too many green buildings here, and the fame is too great.

As soon as they entered the city gate, everyone smelled a vague smell of fat powder, Yu Kunlun frowned, sent someone to inquire about the largest inn in the city, and drove over in a carriage.

Along the way, people come and go, mostly men carrying wine jugs, or young men who walk with beauty, and Yingying Yanyan is not lively.

After about a stick of incense along the main road, the number of people gradually became smaller, and the carriage turned a corner at the end of the road and stopped at a tall building.

This inn has a chic name, called "Phoenix Pavilion", it is the largest inn in Fengyang City, there are five floors, there are many names in it, you can drink and have fun, you can also rest and eat, it is the price is ridiculous, ordinary people can't afford to consume, here may be more suitable to call the restaurant.

The two clever little servants at the entrance of the restaurant saw that there were seven or eight horseback men and a carriage stopped, so they hurriedly greeted them, bent down and asked with a smile: "How many guest officers do you want to make an appointment before Your Excellency Phoenix?"

Yu Kunlun's face turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you still want to make an appointment?"

Sensing the fierce momentum on the heroic man's body, the two little guys trembled with fear and didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, a young man in a green shirt walked out of the gate, probably drinking too much, and his footsteps were vain.

Zhao Wan'er, who was dressed in red, stepped out of the carriage, and happened to be seen by this person, the young man sighed, shook towards the carriage, and shouted inarticulate as he walked: "Little lady in red, come and have another drink with Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben has silver!"

Yu Kunlun raised his eyebrows, walked up to the man, kicked him in the stomach, and scolded angrily: "Dog thing that doesn't have long eyes, get away from Lao Tzu!"

The boy in the green shirt flew out two feet away with a scream, fell to the ground, turned his head and spit out a lot of wine, and the smell was stinking.

Four or five family members waiting on the side, seeing that the other party was full of people and all of them were fierce, they hurriedly picked up their sons and got into a carriage.

The two little guys didn't dare to speak anymore, who would have thought that this wave of guests would be so arrogant and domineering, and even Zhang Gongzi of the City Lord's Mansion would dare to fight.

When she was at a loss, a woman with peach blossom eyes in the gate walked out with her waist twisted and waved her hand at the two little maids, who hurriedly bent down and retreated to the door.

She naturally saw this wave of people beating Zhang Gongzi before, but she didn't know if this wave of people was really bold or blind.

The woman smiled intoxicatingly, looked at the ordinary-dressed but imposing heroic man and asked, "I don't know how many distinguished guests have reservations, or acquaintances?" It's not that I must make an appointment in Phoenix Pavilion, but I'm afraid that some distinguished guests will forget, so kindly remind you, and if you have an appointment, we will also prepare early, and I hope you Haihan."

When the woman spoke, her eyes stayed on the side of the carriage and the woman in red sighed in her heart, the Oiran of Baihualou was only five times.

Yu Kunlun didn't speak this time, and after settling the horses with a few other brothers, he stood aside respectfully, and a few people from military backgrounds had a killing momentum just standing there.

When the woman was surprised, a white-robed boy slowly walked down from the carriage.

The woman's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly gave a thousand blessings with a thousand manners, this person he had seen!