The Celestial Master was talking quietly, not like he was talking, but more like he was reminiscing alone.

The more Xie Zhiyi listened, the more frightened he became, starting from the slaughter of the city in Wuling, to the ancient commander to rescue Li Jun and enlighten Li Jun, until Li Jun waded through the mountains and rivers alone from the east to the south to find the Heavenly Master's Mansion, during the hard work, Xie Zhiyi couldn't imagine that a six-year-old child didn't say a word of hardship, but worked hard to practice martial arts by himself, and never wasted.

It's hard to believe that the six-year-old teenager, no. It was a six-year-old child, his family was ruined, he was alone, trekking through mountains and rivers, leaving his hometown to find his father's old acquaintance, and just finding a courage, he fell far beyond his peers many streets.

Xie Zhiyi looked at Li Jun, who was lying on the bed, still trembling, and a touch of heartache flashed in his expression, which was heartache from the heart, as if he had forgotten Li Jun's indifference to himself and his dissatisfaction with himself before.

I found that the more I got to know Li Jun, the more I was deeply attracted by his confidence that even though the outside world oppressed him again, he still greeted him with a smile.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, as if there is no intention of stopping in northern Xinjiang.

The desert is dressed in white, and in front of the small town of Loulan, a young man rides an old donkey, the donkey is very old, with his head drooping, and the snowflakes are shining silver in his ears.

The old heavenly master's ears moved, and a touch of joy appeared in the original old expression, and said, "Girl, welcome the young man outside the door in, Jun'er is saved!"

Xie Zhiyi looked puzzled, looking at the Heavenly Master who didn't know why, but he looked at the Heavenly Master's eyes that didn't seem to be joking, and he stopped talking, but he also nodded.

Slowly loosen the fingers holding Li Jun, pull the quilt on the side, and cover it gently.

The Heavenly Master watched Xie Zhiyi's movements, hooked his lips, and a smile flashed on the corner of his mouth.

When the door of the inn was opened, a young man in plain clothes was breathing cold air on his body, constantly rubbing his hands, and on the side, an old donkey stood quietly, and snowflakes covered most of his body.

"Confucianism!" Before Xie Zhiyi could speak, the young man touched the package in his arms and said lightly: "Tang Wuwu, the heir of Xiahuayang!"

After speaking, the old donkey with his head drooping finally had a fine light in the corner of his eyes, and raised his head, as if to say: "We are from Huayang Valley, amazing!"

Xie Zhiyi didn't seem to notice the change in the old donkey, but because of Tang Wuwu's words, Xie Zhiyi looked puzzled, and said, "The heir of Huayang Valley, surnamed Tang?"

Huayang Valley is the most mysterious medical holy place in the Four Domains, basically not born, and once born, there will definitely be a disaster that needs to be healed by Huayang Valley.

And what Xie Zhiyi suspected was because of the young man in front of him who looked younger than himself, his surname was Tang!

Shuzhong Tang Gate!

The thousand-year-old grievances between the Tang Gate and Huayang Valley in Shuzhong can be said to be well known in the rivers and lakes, but now the heirs of Huayang Valley claim to be surnamed Tang, but they have to be thought-provoking!

"Confused?" Tang Wuwu smiled evilly: "Now is not the time to waste time!

When Xie Zhiyi heard this, he was also a little more positive, stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, and said, "Yes, please." ”

Tang Wuwu nodded, looked at the old donkey on the side, and said, "Uncle Donkey, let's go, let's go and have a look!"

The old donkey seemed to be able to understand Tang Wuwu's words, wagged his tail, shook the snowflakes on his body, and walked in with a swagger with his buttocks.