After the breeze passed, King Yan glanced at the Taoist priests who were trembling in the distance, and the irritability in his heart dissipated a lot, and said to the housekeeper behind him: "Take them to the National Teacher's Mansion, don't send them back to Qin Tianjian first." ”

The butler bent down and said yes, got up and was about to walk towards the Taoist priests, when suddenly, in the dark night in the distance, more than a dozen people appeared in everyone's sight.

The person at the head laughed, and from a long distance he clenched his fists and confessed: "Rude and rude, King Yan is here, and the reception of the lower officials is not good, and the reception is not good." ”

King Yan squinted, looking at this Yang Zhao, who only appeared after he killed Gao Xuechen, and guessed his intention.

"Why, what is Lord Yang doing in the barren mountains and mountains without sleeping in the middle of the night. ”

After Yang Zhao walked in, he first saluted Ge Lao and trotted in front of King Yan, "It's not that I can't sleep after getting up in the middle of the night, I want to come here for a walk, but I didn't expect to meet the prince, it's really a blessing for the lower officials." ”

King Yan clasped his hands on his chest, squinted his eyes, and looked Yang Zhao up and down, "This is ten miles away from Chang'an City, at least twelve miles away from your Yang Mansion, Yang Yucheng is good Yaxing." ”

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and touched his beard, "Where is it, these guests in Xiaguan's house were borrowed by Gao Dao Chang for a purpose, this Gao Dao Chang sent a message to Xia Guan, and Xia Guan came non-stop." ”

King Yan secretly said to the old fox in his heart, and then nodded to the housekeeper who was at a loss in the distance, and after the housekeeper got the instructions, he walked towards the carriage and said no more.

"Since Yang Yucheng can't say it, then you might as well watch this scene with this king?"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the lower official brought the tea that His Majesty rewarded the lower official, and the prince will taste it?"

In the sky, the immortal sword Taibai in Li Taibai's hand kept swinging out, and one sword borrowed one sword, which made Ding Hongsheng, who was promoted to an immortal by virtue of his qi, cry bitterly.

"Xidang Taibai has a bird road, which can cross the top of Emei. ”

Li Taibai knocked Ding Hongsheng into the sky with a sword, and then shattered the scarlet between Ding Hongsheng's eyebrows with another sword.

Ding Hongsheng, who had just become an immortal, fell into a mortal in an instant.

Ding Hongsheng, who fell on the ground, smiled bitterly, this favor was still a little uncomfortable.

Li Taibai turned into a sword light, and his white clothes fell not far from Ding Hongsheng, and the fairy sword Taibai was horizontally held in front of Li Taibai, "Why, I can't come yet." ”

Ding Hongsheng shook his head, he didn't come to death, he knew very well the gap between himself and Li Taibai. When Li Taibai was not yet among the immortals, he was too far behind him, and now that he has become an immortal, he should have no hope of catching up with him.

Li Taibai didn't even look at Ding Hongsheng, got up and was about to rush back to the Changting, when suddenly a young Taoist slowly appeared in the distance, it was Gao Xuechen who was broken by King Yan's punch.

"I've seen the Taibai Sword Immortal. ”

Li Taibai squinted, looking at what this young Taoist who suddenly appeared was going to do, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Gao Xuechen.

"Little doll, if you have something, just say, old man, I'm in a hurry. ”

Gao Xuechen gave Li Taibai a Taoist etiquette, "Please also ask the seniors to stop for a while." ”

Li Taibai chuckled, "Is the old man going or staying, and you can influence it?"

Gao Xuechen smiled but didn't say anything, just stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation to Li Taibai.

"It just so happens that the old man is among the immortals, and he hasn't yet completed a sword, little doll, don't let the old man down. ”

Hongyu first slapped Wang Yi away with one palm, and then stabbed the thing with the red umbrella next to him, Wang Yi, who fell to the ground, hurriedly got up and ran around, only one round, Wang Yi knew that the woman in red in front of him was definitely not an opponent, so he could only delay time, looking forward to Lao Li's quick return.

But where can the gap in the realm be bridged, and soon Wang Yi was beaten by the woman in red again, and then Hongyu jumped up suddenly, rushed towards Wang Yi, and used his hand as a knife to take Wang Yi's life.

Rumble.

There was a Taoist priest who traveled day and night from Wudang Mountain to stop the red jade with a hand knife, and then beat the red jade away with a thousand catties in four or two.

Wang Yi looked at the visitor a little blankly, and the Taoist priest turned his head and smiled lightly at Wang Yi, "No thanks." ”

After the red jade that flew out upside down stabilized its figure, it looked at the person who came and exclaimed, "Mr. Two." ”

Mr. Second straightened up his hair that was scattered because he was in a hurry, and said to Hongyu, "Does the little girl recognize you?"

After that, the second gentleman of Wudang Mountain did not wait for Hongyu's answer, and shot again, Hongyu was not to be outdone, and his figure loomed above the official road.

With the help of Mr. Er, Wang Yi sighed, temporarily out of danger, and then turned his head and looked at the master of Jiechen, the monk's robe on his body had already been scarred by Zhao Wu's long knife, and the Buddha light emitted by the Buddha beads on the top of his head tended to be white, not pure.

Wang Yi bit the tip of his tongue and cheered up, the weapon in his hand had long been missing, and now the only thing he could rely on was Chunfengdu.

The Dao method on the Spring Breeze Crossing has failed many times, and the artistic conception can only be learned by the sage, so only swordsmanship remains.

Xiaofeng has been practicing for a long time, but he has no sword in his hand, and he is not Li Taibai, so he can't summon the sword, so there is still a swordsmanship.

Burial grounds.

When Wang Yi came back from Southern Chu, it was not that he didn't think about practicing, but like the Dao Fa, he failed.

But this time, Wang Yi thought of a way, using himself as a sword, integrating his sword into his mind, and then slashing out with a sword, only in this way can he survive, and the master of dust cessation can survive.

Not far away

In the long pavilion, the fortune teller sat there peacefully, watching everything that happened in the long pavilion from a distance through some kind of magical power, and two of the three copper coins in front of him had been reversed, revealing the side of the round sky.

"All the Taoist people have entered the game, and Gao Xuechen of Qin Tianjian should be able to entangle with Li Taibai for a while with the formation. ”

"The little monk Zhishen of the Buddhist family and the abbot of the Big Buddha Temple came in a hurry, it should be too late. ”

"But why do you Confucianism sit on the wall and refuse to end the game, what do you want to do? ”

"For you, of course!"

The fortune teller's ears exploded, and Zheng Huaixian's figure slowly appeared in the pavilion, looking at the fortune teller with indifferent eyes, "Jia Zhen, I'll see where you are running this time." ”

The moment the fortune teller saw Zheng Huaixian, he shouted badly, broke something in his sleeve, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Zheng Huai first looked at a certain direction and said softly: "I've been looking for you for ten years, and I can still let you run?"

The figure flashed and disappeared into the pavilion.

In the evening of today, Wei Laoguo was invited to the Yanwang Mansion by his eldest daughter, saying that his grandson was back and had a family banquet together.

For this reason, the old man deliberately brought his dried tofu from the corridor outside his room to the Yanwang Mansion.

The magnificent old man of Yanwangfu has been here a lot, not for anything else, but his grandson has taken many masters one after another, and during that time, he took his grandson to read and write.

At the gate, countless servants knelt on the ground, and their eldest daughter, now Princess Yan, was standing at the gate to greet her. The mischievous grandson came to the carriage and gently helped himself out of the carriage.

"Yuan'er, you've risen a lot. ”

Li Yuan lowered his head and let the old man's hand touch his head conveniently, "Grandpa, I am twenty years old this year, so naturally I want to grow taller." ”

The old man laughed, took out his dried tofu from his arms, and quietly stuffed a few pieces to Li Yuan while everyone was not paying attention. When Li Yuan saw dried tofu, his eyes lit up, his grandfather was good, and he knew that this was what he liked to eat the most. Li Yuan devoured a piece and praised it, sure enough, his grandfather's craftsmanship was high, and the dried tofu he made was delicious.

Hearing the praise, the old man laughed, so he simply stuffed all the dried tofu to Li Yuan, and walked to the gate with Li Yuan.

"Father. ”

Lao Guogong's eldest daughter, Princess Yan, stepped forward and looked at her father with gray temples, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The old man gently took his daughter's hand and patted it, "Daughter, what delicious food did you cook for your father today?" ”

Princess Yan smiled and said, "Dad, you'll know when you go in." Today I called my third brother back, and we had a good meal as a family. ”