The prince stayed in Niutou Mountain for half a year, and he consciously improved his swordsmanship, and on a whim this day, he wanted to travel, but he didn't expect the old lady to readily agree.

Purple Palace, at the bottom of the Leaning Moon Lake.

The old lady twisted a stone behind the ancestral hall, and a purple palace appeared in front of everyone.

In the main hall, the dense tablets are all the souls of the palace under the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, and the first eight are the most special.

"Ze'er, do you know who these eight tablets are?", the old lady sighed as she picked up one tablet.

"Those eight beheaded soldiers?", Shizi thought for a moment and said in a low voice.

The old lady gave a thumbs up and praised, "The Taoist priest has not been in vain in the past six months, but do you know? Back then, these eight people voluntarily asked for death."

"In order to achieve the loyalty and filial piety of the palace?", the prince put down the tablet in his hand and sighed.

"Well, the eight orphans of them are all the sons of the royal palace", the old lady said confidently, "It's time for them to come."

Yang Ze looked up, and it seemed that he could still see the koi swimming around in the Leaning Moon Lake.

It turned out that the old man of the palace did not lie, there was really a priceless purple palace in the lake.

After turning a few narrow corridors, the three of them were already prostrate on the ground.

One is Han Yao, an old woman who has been serving the old lady for many years, and she seems to be fifty or sixty years old, but she is in good shape, and what Yang Ze didn't expect is that she turned out to be a member of the Demon Sect who was called "Nishang Blood Massacre" twenty years ago by the people on the rivers and lakes who were called "Nishang Blood Massacre" in the mouth of Fuchunju's commentary.

However, what made him puzzled was that "Ni Dress Blood Slaughter" should have been a stunning beauty, and it was rumored that it was not inferior to Yang Ze's "Four Servants", but he didn't expect that it was an old woman who burned the fire and cooked, so for so many years, Yang Ze never thought that this ugly old woman turned out to be the big devil in the glamorous world back then.

The other two, Yang Ze, seemed to have never seen each other, and they didn't know where they were.

One of these two people is named Luo Yanhuan, dressed in Ziyi, dressed as a Buddhist monk, over 50 years old, dressed simply, without a trace of dust, and carrying a green cloth burden.

The other is named Ding Wei, a lean old man, dressed in a cloth shirt and a double-pronged knife hanging from his waist.

This monk Yang Ze didn't know how martial arts were, but Yang Ze knew about this double-forked knife. He remembered that he had read a book called "Spring and Autumn Fortune Operator" in the Niutou Mountain Martial Arts Secret Library that Liu Ru copied, which said that "the sword in the eighteen weapons is like a tiger, and it is a fierce and gloomy road, and it must be brave and strong, and only strong and powerful people can use it." And this single knife to see the hand, double knife to see away, this double fork knife is naturally strong at the same time, more important than the opponent of the swimming, think of this lean old man naturally has a profound light skill with amazing arm strength, in order to use the double knife.

"This time, the life of the son of the world will be in your hands, and after the matter is completed, it is naturally indispensable to promise you", the old lady was not angry and arrogant, everyone nodded yes, sweating.

The old lady waved her hand, and the three quietly withdrew.

The three left.

The old lady said earnestly, "You want to ask why there are such a few people in the palace? Are there more people who live in the mansion and are sent according to orders?"

Knowing the son Mo Ruomu, the son nodded.

"Ze'er, do you know that your grandfather moved to Jiangzhou, and he had to resign and go into hiding?"

The old lady paused, and said slowly, "The Yang family gathered 80,000 soldiers in Guanlong back then, do you think that after the matter is over, there will be no enemies in the deep hidden merit and fame? Not to mention the huge family business of the Yang family, how many people are eyeing the foundation of the Yang family. Just the more than 100 cities captured by 80,000 soldiers back then, I don't know how many old and young people gritted their teeth with hatred. The Yang family's Open Heaven Sword Sword Spectrum is something that the martial artists of the rivers and lakes dream of, if there is no means to restrain it, I am afraid that the Yang family will not know how many times it has been destroyed. Rao is so cautious, your father still fell on the road, and he died early. When I took refuge in Han Yin, I knew that Han Yin was a human being, and he could share weal and woe, not happiness."

"Mother, these old ways have told me that since ancient times, if you don't retreat bravely, you will inevitably become the target of everyone, and eventually your reputation will be ruined."

"Good, good. The old mother hasn't done anything else over the years, but she still does a lot of things that win people's hearts. The three of them have received the favor of the Yang family before, so they are naturally willing to work for my Yang family, and after the matter is completed, the Yang family will naturally be indispensable for what they need."

"Since the dynasty doesn't give our Yang family room to retreat, then there is no need for our Yang family to accommodate anymore. The Deadpool left behind by Panyue Tiger Benfeng has been recalled by Wei Zhongcheng, you can rest assured that you can go, and someone will naturally take care of you along the way", the old lady stroked her son, who has become stronger these days, changed her majesty from the past, and said softly, "You should also experience and experience, this Yang family will be handed over to you sooner or later."

"Since you want to practice martial arts, then just rest assured to do it. This huge river and lake is just a pool of water, no matter what they clear, after all, it is just two shoulders against one head, and our Yang family is not afraid of them", Yang Ze has never seen the old lady so determined today, as if she was a different person.

Walking out of the Purple Palace, a cold wind blew, a chill, bamboo leaves flew in the courtyard, and the weather was cool for a good autumn.

Out of Jiangzhou City, Yang Ze always had to stay alone with Liu Ru in a carriage for a few hours every day, so that he could listen to Liu Ru is explanation of the contents of the cheats in the cave at any time, and the maid Huang Yi drove herself.

Han Yao and Ding Wei rode in front, and Luo Yanhuan and Wei Zhongcheng rode horses to obey on one side. This time out, Yang Ze ensured that his whereabouts were secret, and he did not carry Beifu soldiers along the way, except for the maid Luoxia, he only brought the old guard Luo Zihu. However, this time, Old Man Ye made an exception to allow Ye Qingxuan to go north together, and mobilized the three elders of the Ye family who had recovered from their injuries to follow.

Liu Ru is head is inserted with gold and jade four butterfly bead hairpins, wearing a plum blossom pattern robe, the whole person is like a wrapped stamen, so delicate and moving. In particular, there was a string of lilac jade beads hanging above the astonishing curvature of the chest, round and translucent, and the white fox slept enough, getting up and fiddling with the jade beads with his front paws.

This scene really made those passers-by who were lucky enough to witness the style through the bead curtain feel ape, and many of them almost fell off their horses.

Yang Ze admired the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Liu Ru sat in the corner of the carriage, bowing his head and talking about the "Spring and Autumn Fortune Operator", these books were copied by Liu Ru alone after going down the mountain, and they were all rare and unique books. These solitary copies were copied out so that Yang Ze could read them at any time.

Yang Ze found that although he was not good at kung fu, if he could draw what he needed from this starry martial arts cheats, and knew the opponent's moves well before the master made a move, then he would definitely be able to fight with them, after all, if he had the first opportunity, he would have half of the chance of winning.

However, "Spring and Autumn Fortune Operator" is not a martial arts cheats, but a review of all the martial arts schools in the world by an unborn master, all-encompassing, all sects and factions are involved, from the sword sect to the side door, for Yang Ze, a virgin who still can't figure out the rivers and lakes, it is indeed very beneficial.

Liu Ru's voice was glutinous and sweet, as crisp as a silver bell, and Yang Ze closed his eyes comfortably and listened.

"In martial arts, only those who can prove the Great Dao can become a land immortal, but the methods of monks, Confucianism, Taoism, and the Great Dao are very different, but they have the same end. Such as Jingzhou Wangting Mountain ......", these Yang Ze had already heard Wei Zhongcheng say, he opened his eyes and looked at the white fox dangling in front of him fiddling with jade beads.

Yang Ze felt that the old groom was right, "Four taels of flesh on a woman's chest are enough to kill a thousand people", and the chest in front of him weighs half a catty, and this flower-like beauty never gets tired of looking at it.

"Do you want to try it?", Yang Ze watched Liu Ru take out his champa and wipe the fine sweat on his face, the stove placed in this carriage is indeed too hot.

"What?", Liu Ru, who was already beading with sweat on her forehead, looked up at the dissolute young master, lowered her head and ears, and bit her pink lips.

"Aren't you afraid that Sister Qingxuan will be jealous?"

"I didn't know ...... until I tried it."

Liu Ru's face was delicately red, and she gently pushed away Yang Ze's hand on her waist.

For more than four hours along the way, she had already said that her mouth was dry, and she was a lonely man and a widow living alone. She knocked on the carriage, and the servant girl Huang Yi who was driving heard the movement in the carriage and reined in the carriage. Liu Ru is waist swayed slightly, got up and got out of the carriage, and went to Ye Qingxuan's carriage behind, it seems that she will say this today.

Before the bead curtain closed, she glanced back at the young master, smiled back, and the tenderness between her eyebrows suffocated Yang Ze.

How could Liu Ru, who is famous all over the world, be so easily captured? Moreover, she is also a beauty who crowns the dynasty.

The children of the scholars who went to Huizhou all said that Liu Ruye's beauty had already surpassed that of Murong Ziwei, the queen of Southern Liang.

Yang Ze froze, closed his eyes and exhaled his breath, the tumbling breath in the sea of qi was like a small snake constantly swimming, running along the nine major points around his body, Yang Ze felt the indescribable comfort of his limbs, and gradually the white mist above his head was thick, and he gradually exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that the physical strength he had just tired had recovered.

This is the method of breath exhalation recorded in a book of "Xinyou Zhou Tianjue" that the little Taoist priest gave himself when he came down to Niutou Mountain, and it is said that he also found it from Yizhang Pavilion.

Yang Ze showed it to Wei Zhongcheng, but Wei Zhongcheng thought about it for a long time and didn't see it.

"There are thousands of Taoist scriptures, and there are masters with unknown surnames, but they are not willing to go to the mundane world to win the praise of the world. This Niutou Mountain is thought to be the holy place of the Taoist Niu'er back then, and it may be that it was left by a generation of masters. ”

Yang Ze felt that the breath in his body was smoother than before, and it seemed that Zhou Tianjue was on the way to absorb Xuanzhu's internal strength.

Yang Ze used to be a gentleman in the eyes of the servants of the Yang family and these masters, but after experiencing the baptism of the First Battle of Tongou River and Niutou Mountain's sword practice, although he still looks like a gentleman, he is obviously much more stable, and sometimes it gives people a feeling of being young and old.

Nowadays, the most famous scenery of Huizhou Jing is the Murong family of the woman Murong Ripples, who is 16 years old, has long been out of the dust, and has become a beauty praised by everyone in the streets and alleys.

The Murong family was about to decline, and when he heard the words of the Taoist priest You Fang, he naturally attached great importance to it, and this Murong Ripple did not live up to everyone's expectations.

In the Jixia School Palace in Jingzhou, the only Qingyi guest in the dynasty who climbed to the top of the ninth floor of Bozhong Building heard this and once composed a poem:

"The down-and-out rivers and lakes carry wine, Chu's waist is slender and the palm is light, the world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and two points are in Huizhou."

Along the way, the Golden-winged Roc kept coming in with messages, but there was no news from the old groom, and it seemed that he had disappeared out of thin air.

"I think that when he was at his peak, he was poked out of so many holes, what can he do now that he is dying of old age?

"The old groom is an old man, his whereabouts are erratic, he doesn't live in an inn, and I'm afraid no one knows him when he walks on the road, so his whereabouts are naturally difficult to grasp. But since he has been dormant for ten years, since he has made up his mind to go back, it must be a big deal, maybe on a whim, just like when he was young, he will turn this river and lake upside down", Wei Zhongcheng shook his feather fan.

Yang Ze saw an ancient book like a tadpole in front of Wei Zhongcheng.

"Master, is this a Taoist talisman?", Yang Ze looked at the dense, heavenly Taoist scroll, and asked curiously.

"This is the secret language of Sanskrit, and the mountains and rivers along the way must be recorded here", after Wei Zhongcheng said this, Yang Ze found that those were indeed not words, but tortuous topographic maps, just hidden in those tadpole-like words.

Passing through Manggu Mountain Avenue, a huge pavilion appears halfway up the mountain. There was a faint howl of fierce beasts in the mountains, Yang Ze poked his head out of the carriage, whispered a few words in Huang Yi's ear, and Huang Yi strangled the carriage.

Yang Ze got out of the car, and Huang Yi followed behind him and walked towards the mountain with a jar of wine.

Immediately, Ding Wei looked at this puzzling young master blankly. This long-famous swordsman is the top master of the Xiliang Flying Sword Sect, and his Flying Sword Technique has been stagnant in the Taiqing Realm for ten years, unable to advance for half a point. He had already heard that this young master was in Jiangzhou's wandering form, if it weren't for the old lady's promise to return the martial arts secret book "Flying Sword Technique" written by the ancestor of the Jianghu Double Forked Sword to the Flying Sword Sect, he would not be willing to wade into this troubled water.

Looking at the people who had already gone away, he turned over and dismounted and followed.

Han Yao, who was a prophet, had already seen that this young master was going up the mountain to sweep the tomb of the prefect who "guarded one country with one person".

The yellowed dead grass in front of the tombstone was more than a person tall, trembling in the autumn wind, and Yang Ze tightened the mink coat on his body.

Although this Huang Hongcai erected a monument here, it was for the dynasty to show the living in order to win the hearts of the old and young who had backbone in Nanliang. And the one lying in this tomb is, after all, the remnant of the previous dynasty, it is not bad to be able to bury bones in such a foot, and it is impossible to expect anything else.

The front of the marble-carved tombstone reads "The Tomb of Huang Hongcai, the Governor of Huizhou", and there are several crooked offerings in front of the tombstone, all of which are ordinary fruits. Behind the stele is a record of Huang Hongcai's life.

The whole tomb was barren and lifeless as far as the eye could see.

Those self-proclaimed Nanliangmen lords and scholars have sharpened their heads and squeezed into the dynasty, who can still remember this "remnant" who once stood up for a country by himself? On the contrary, some people in the market remember it from time to time and come to sweep the tombs.

Squatting in front of the grave, Yang Ze sprinkled a jar of wine in front of the grave and dipped it into the dry soil, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

At this time, a gust of autumn wind rose, dark clouds surged in the sky, and it actually rained in the autumn rain.

The maid Huangyi took two steps and held up the Qingluo umbrella to protect the young master from the rain.

Shizi got up, just took two steps, stretched out his hand to pull in the rain-soaked yellow clothes, and the two held an umbrella together.

Huang Yi originally wanted to break free, but after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't resist the world.

Liu Ru followed behind, raised her delicate eyes, looked at the two people walking in front of her in the rain, and her heart fluctuated inexplicably.