Draw in the breath into the body, induct the breath, meditate and practice, day after day.

In the blink of an eye, it had been more than a month since Huang Wudao came to this palace, and his cultivation had also been promoted to the fifth order of the Gathering Spirit Realm.

At the current rate, it won't take half a year to be promoted to the ninth order of the Spirit Gathering Realm again.

It's funny to say, cultivating from scratch again and again, the desolate path is becoming more and more proficient, and the speed of cultivation is getting faster and faster.

But he really didn't want to go through the next time, it was only three times, and if he did it again, he would really collapse.

By the way, Huang Wudao learned from the little county lord that he was rescued by the little county lord's sister, that is, the county lord.

According to the little lord, he had fainted for three days before he woke up.

I don't know what happened when I was rescued that day, but I may be able to find the reason why my injuries healed.

However, the chief county lord was not in the palace most of the time, and the knights who accompanied him that day were also close to protect the chief county lord.

Therefore, there is no way to get the information he wants for a while.

In other words, since the first time I told the story of Monkey King and Snow White to the lord of the small county.

The unruly little lord would come to the stable during the day and tell her stories with him.

It lasted for half a month, and it would come every day, and I couldn't wait to hollow out the story in the belly of the wilderness.

It's only been a few days since it stopped, and I haven't been here again, so I don't know what I'm busy with.

To be honest, I haven't seen the little county lord for a few days, and I miss it very much, and there is no one to laugh at in my free time.

In fact, the little county lord is not bad in nature, but he is spoiled, except for being a little rude and willful, as long as he can follow her temper, he can still get along very well.

If you really want to talk about it, compared to the cautiousness when he was in Nangong Mansion, Huang Wudao felt that he was more leisurely and comfortable in this Yunzhong County King's Mansion right now.

I don't know if it's caused by a change in circumstances or a change in mentality.

......

"I don't want to marry that Chunlingjun!" In a study in the inner courtyard of the palace, there was a girl's coquettish voice.

In the study, on the bed in front of him sat a middle-aged man and a young woman in her early thirties, with a graceful and noble attitude.

On the two sides of the lower head sat two women, one large and one small.

The older one looks like he is in his early twenties, wearing a deep dress and a long skirt, red lips and eyes, a graceful posture, delicate and gorgeous appearance, and a myriad of manners in every move, which is really a captivating posture.

And the younger woman, who seems to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, may be more appropriately called a girl.

Although the girl is still young, she has already begun to show her beauty, her face is pretty, her nose and eyes are moving, and she is a beautiful embryo.

But at this time, his face was angry, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his eyes were wide staring at the bed above.

"Nonsense! This matter has been approved by His Majesty, how can you do whatever you want......" The middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged on the collapse changed his face and scolded.

"Mother!" the girl pouted, looking at the young woman aggrievedly.

"Wanrou! your father is also for your good!" the young woman glanced at her husband, her face was embarrassed, but her mouth comforted, "Besides, that Chunling Jun is the youngest son of the regent of the Tianchu Empire, and he is the most favored!

"I don't want to! I don't listen! I want to marry you yourself!" the girl cried, and got up and rushed out of the study.

"Uncle, Mrs. Zhen Ji, let me persuade Sister Wanrou!" the gorgeous woman said softly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed lightly, "You go, persuade Wanrou that girl, this kind of thing is not the time for her to be willful......"

"Ruoxuan knows!" the gorgeous woman nodded, got up and slowly retreated.

......

The sky was getting dark, and after a final inspection of the stables he was in charge of, he was ready to go back to the room to practice.

But as he passed by the wooden hut where the hay was stacked, he suddenly paused and sniffled vigorously.

"Where's the smell of alcohol?"

Huang Wudao's eyes condensed slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the wooden shed.

The back of the wooden shed -

The silver-haired old man sat on the floor, with a copper kettle in front of him, as well as several plates of vegetables and meat.

I saw him raise a glass and drink, looking complacent, full of drunkards.

"What for?"

A bang sounded, which frightened the old man all over, and the jade cup in his hand was not held steady for a while, and fell to the ground in response.

"Grandma, grandpa, I didn't drink, I definitely didn't drink secretly, don't go to the snitch!" the old man hurriedly shrunk his neck and begged for mercy.

With a wave of his hand, he got up from the ground and turned around.

"Huh?" When the old man turned around and saw the face of the person behind him, it was a young man with a handsome face, dressed in linen shorts, and seemed to be a subordinate.

The old man looked stunned for a moment, and then as if his face had changed, he immediately straightened his waist, put his hands behind his back, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The corner of his eyes twitched, and he asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing here, old man?"

Look at this old man's dress, brocade and jade robe, and his extravagance is compelling, he should have a high status in this palace.

It's just that he is full of alcohol, his hair is unkempt, sloppy, and his image and temperament are really not flattering.

"The old man is ......" As soon as the words were spoken, the old man suddenly reacted, and glared at him, "Who is the old man and what do you have to do with it?"

"Love to say it or not!" said Aramudo with a pout.

From what he could see, this old man must be a person like the steward of the palace, and because of the strict rules of the palace, he probably took advantage of the free time at night to run to hide and drink.

There is no way to even tease the little lord of the palace, and he will not be afraid of him as a palace manager.

"This wine smells good, I wonder how it tastes?"

Akira bent down and lifted the copper kettle from the ground, looked at it, and then poured it up.

"Goo Dong ~ Goo Dong ~"

Maybe he didn't expect the kid in front of him to be so invisible, so he picked up the copper kettle and drank it unceremoniously.

The old man froze in place, watching the desolate Wudao drink happily, and by the time he reacted and reached out to retrieve the copper kettle, the wine in it had already bottomed out.

"This ......" The old man looked at the copper kettle in his hand, crying and laughing.

Huang Wudao smacked his lips and said: "The taste of this wine is okay, barely out of the category of bad wine, but it's nothing, just like you are a baby, it seems that you really haven't drunk good wine!"

"You kid drank the old man's wine, but you still made it up?

The old man suddenly blew his beard angrily and glared, and raised a palm to slap it towards the desolate road.

"Bang!"

He received a hard palm on his chest, but he didn't move, looked at the old man with a smile on his face, and said, "I drank a pot of wine from you, and now I have been slapped by you again, and everyone is even!"

The old man's palm obviously has spare strength, and ordinary people will suffer some flesh and skin at most, and they will not be able to hurt their muscles and bones, let alone worry about their lives.

It is precisely because of this that the absurdity will be hit hard, otherwise the old man will not be able to touch him.

"Huh?" the old man's face flashed with surprise, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

"It seems that this palace is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! The old man is clumsy!" The old man smiled casually, "Don't blame the boy! At the moment, the old man is not your opponent, but he is ugly!"

"It's okay! Just because I respect the old and love the young!" said Arabic Dao with a wave of his hand, disapprovingly.

"Hey, where did the bad guy go?"

At this moment, the coquettish voice of the little county lord was suddenly heard.

"The old man will go first!

The old man patted the absurd shoulder, and without waiting for the latter to respond, he directly smeared oil on the soles of his feet, turned his head and fled in the opposite direction from which the voice came.

It seems that this little county lord is really a man who is feared by people in the mansion!