The next day, when Song Yuchen got up, she was told by Chao Anhu that Zhao Qingying had left the Song Mansion and that her wife had personally sent her.

But Chao Anhu also said that Miss Zhao's face did not seem to be very good.

Chao Anhu stared at Song Yuchen and stopped, Song Yuchen knew what he wanted to say at a glance. It's nothing more than asking why Miss Zhao didn't say goodbye to him, whether she had an awkward relationship with Miss Zhao or something.

Song Yuchen asked about the situation of the old master Fang, and learned that the old master also got up early, and at this time it should be in the flower garden, with his cheap father Song Jin.

Song Yuchen hastily had breakfast, and then left the Song Mansion with Old Master Fang. Accompanied by Chao Anhu, his titular mother had to insist, saying that it was a long way to Kuanglu Mountain, and he was afraid that he would have to endure hardships along the way, and even sleep in the open, and there was always someone who could serve him with Chao Anhu by his side.

Song Yuchen couldn't help it, so he had to follow his mother's wishes.

In line with the principle of not ostentatious, the three of them did not ride a carriage or anything like that, of course, Old Master Fang was old after all, and it was definitely not possible to ride a horse or something. So the three of them found a group of caravans that happened to be on the same road, Old Master Fang took their ordinary carriage, while Song Yuchen and Chao Anhu each rode a horse.

Chao Anhu is in a good mood, he has hardly been out of Jinyang City for more than ten years, and at this moment, he is like a bird released into the mountains and forests, and he can't hold back his excitement along the way.

After leaving Jinyang City, the caravan went straight to the southeast, probably to hurry, the caravan did not stop all the way, even if it entered a town, it was only a little replenishment, and it did not stay too long.

Three days later, the caravan entered the territory of the garrison. At dusk, the caravan stopped at the hill, intending to spend the night there.

Whether it is a dart or a caravan, generally speaking, it is possible to enter the city and live in the hotel without sleeping in the wilderness, after all, the world is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.

However, it is not too abrupt for the caravan to choose this place to rest. Beneath the hill is the village, which is not too far out of the wilderness.

Old Master Fang Hanfang didn't get out of the car, the caravan was in a hurry these days, and he was tired a lot. But as long as there was leisure, the old master would sit quietly and read, to the admiration of the whole caravan.

Chao Anhu, who was in high spirits along the way, consciously went to let go of the horse, but it was very close, just under the hillside. With him, there were also several men in the caravan, who were talking and laughing with Chao Anhu at the moment.

Song Yuchen casually found a stone to sit down and inserted his hands into his sleeves. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was meditating or meditating.

The wind rose from the hill, blowing him in green clothes and hunting.

A girl dressed as a tomboy stood aside, a pair of eyes peeked over from time to time, glanced at it and then quickly moved away, as if she was afraid that the young man in green clothes would suddenly open her eyes and be discovered.

The girl's name is Jiang Miaoyan, and the owner of the caravan is her uncle. She was supposed to be a guest at her uncle's house to play, but one day, she was told by her uncle that something had happened in her home. But as for what happened, even if she asked, her uncle didn't elaborate, just assured that her parents were safe. Then she was dressed up like this and mixed into the caravan, and her uncle said he was going to take her to a place where her parents would be waiting for her.

It's just that what makes Jiang Miaoyan uneasy is that the caravan seems to be a little unusually nervous along the way, especially his uncle Jiang Lifu, who is even more of a soldier.

Jiang Miaoyan held the barbecued game in his hand, stood aside, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to walk towards the extremely handsome boy in Tsing Yi.

"Song Gongzi, this is my uncle who just baked it, do you want to taste some?" Jiang Miaoyan's voice was as thin as a mosquito's scream.

A day ago, when the caravan passed through a steep foothill, Jiang Miaoyan was careless and almost fell off the steep cliff, but fortunately, the extremely good-looking Song Gongzi flew off the cliff and rescued her.

Before this, no one knew, and no one could see that this boy in Tsing Yi was a martial arts practitioner, and he was not obvious, and he was the demeanor of a master as soon as he made a move. There are many martial arts masters in the caravan who Jiang Lifu has invited to escort him with a lot of money, and Jiang Lifu himself is also a practitioner, so it can be seen at a glance that this Tsing Yi boy surnamed Song has extremely high martial arts.

After discovering that Tsing Yi's young descendants knew martial arts, Jiang Lifu was very worried for a while, for fear that this person would be sent by the eldest brother's enemy, but after three days of serious contact, he found that he was not like him. And through the side knocks in the past few days, Jiang Lifu also learned that the old man in the car turned out to be the old gentleman of Bailu Academy in Kuanglu Mountain. This immediately eliminated all the worries in Jiang Lifu's heart.

Hearing Jiang Miaoyan's voice, Song Yuchen slowly opened his eyes. His eyes sparkled, as if he had a golden light.

Jiang Miaoyan just glanced at him, and hurriedly lowered his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look too directly into the former's eyes.

"My hands have just been wiped clean" Jiang Miaoyan saw that the boy in Tsing Yi was indifferent, she had always been introverted and shy, thinking that the other party suspected her of having unclean hands.

Although Jiang Miaoyan's home environment is not bad, it is obviously not to the extent of being rich and expensive. The real rich and noble families, or the sons and young masters of powerful families, she has seen some, they are freshly dressed and angry, and her life-saving benefactor, Song Gongzi, is exactly like this, and even brilliant.

Song Yuchen spread out his hands with a smile and said softly, "Your hands are much cleaner than mine." ”

Song Yuchen stretched out his hand to take it.

Jiang Miaoyan smiled happily, and the little girl's voice said timidly: "Childe's hands are so good-looking." ”

Song Yuchen's ten fingers are like jade flutes, which is naturally very good-looking.

After speaking, the little girl blushed inexplicably.

The little girl turned her head, looked at the bottom of the hill, and said softly: "Brother Chao he"

Song Yuchen tore off a piece of barbecue meat with his hand, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing: "Don't worry about him, your eldest brother Chao has prepared a lot of delicious food in private, even if he is hungry, it is impossible for him to be hungry." ”

Song Yuchen smiled slyly at the little girl and said, "Your eldest brother Chao's delicious food was hidden by him in that old gentleman's carriage, and you can go back and secretly get some to eat." ”

The little girl's heart was inexplicably warm, but her face was very hesitant, and she said softly: "It's not good that this is not good, Brother Chao will be unhappy." ”

"If you go and get it, your big brother Chao won't be unhappy. Song Yuchen smiled: "If he dares to be angry, you will say that I asked you to get it." ”

The little girl, who had always been thin-skinned, turned red again, and then nodded her head lightly like a dragonfly. But I just don't know if this little girl dares to really get food.

The little girl left for a while, came back with food, and sat down not far from Song Yuchen.

After eating some, the little girl looked up at the young man in Tsing Yi and said, "Childe, I heard my uncle say that Childe is going to Kuanglu Mountain, and I heard that there is a White Deer Academy in Kuanglu Mountain, is Childe going there to study?"

"See?" Song Yuchen pointed at Old Master Fang, who had already gotten out of the carriage and was sitting there quietly eating alone. Song Yuchen said, "What do you think of that old man?"

The little girl was stunned, and didn't quite understand what Song Yuchen meant by asking her. She said with a serious face: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang is very good, he is the most knowledgeable person I have ever met, of course, you are also very knowledgeable, son." ”

Song Yuchen laughed and quipped: "At a young age, he is a good fart." ”

The little girl rarely blushed and grinned.

Song Yuchen said: "Well, this old man Fang is indeed as you said, very knowledgeable, but you have also seen that he is not smiling, and even looks a little fierce, and most of the gentlemen of Bailu Academy are like this old man Fang. You say that if I go there, won't I have to face these old fashioned things every day, wouldn't it be boring?"

The little girl thought about it seriously and nodded emphatically, thinking deeply. What she is most afraid of is reading and writing, and the teacher invited by her father at home is very strict and boring, otherwise she will not find an excuse to go to her uncle's house to play.

Song Yuchen stopped talking, and the little girl didn't know how to find something to say, although she still wanted to ask something, she could only give up.

Song Yuchen raised his eyes to look into the distance, then narrowed his gaze and looked around without moving.

From leaving Jinyang City, all the way here, these days have been quite peaceful, which is a bit unexpected by Song Yuchen. He originally thought that if the person who wanted to murder the old master was really sent by Xianyang, with the other party's ability, he should soon be able to discover the whereabouts of the old master.

But at present, the other party should not have found out. Because there are no real masters secretly following along the way.

There are some small soldiers and shrimps who can't get into Song Yuchen's eyes, and the tracking method is not bad, but in Song Yuchen's opinion, it is full of loopholes and very lame.

Thinking of the tense atmosphere of the caravan along the way, Song Yuchen could conclude that those people who were sneaking around in the dark should have come for Jiang Lifu's caravan.

But Jiang Lifu didn't notice it.

Although he borrowed the convenience of the caravan, Song Yuchen had no intention of interfering, at least not yet.

After the residence stops, if nothing happens, at most five days, you can reach the boundary of Kuanglu Mountain.

Of course, intuition told Song Yuchen that in the next few days, the road was destined to not be too peaceful.

Night soon fell, and the village soon lost its light, and the villagers were resting and falling asleep.

On the hill, except for seven or eight Lian Jiazi who were left to keep vigil and patrol, the rest of the people also fell asleep.

Chao Anhu squeezed into Old Master Fang's carriage, and the two of them also fell asleep.

Song Yuchen did not rest, he jumped on a big tree and meditated on the branches.

Practicing martial arts is like grinding tofu in water, you have to have enough patience, you can be not arrogant or impatient, and even if you have a good talent, you have to be diligent enough, so that you have a chance to reach the top.

Song Yuchen knew this very well in his heart. If this soul attachment to the talented son of the Song family is regarded as a rebirth, then he is already a human being in two lifetimes. He who once won the martial arts and achieved immortality, he is naturally unmatched in terms of experience, and at the same time, he also has the divine soul that only immortals have, that is, the immortal soul, and it is precisely because of this that he has been able to advance by leaps and bounds in just a few months.

But a trip to the northern ice abyss was imperative, especially after the monks of the Rakshasa Mountain in the north had a vague insight into his identity.

But before that, he had to restore his cultivation as much as possible, not to mention the Land Immortal Realm, but at least to restore to the Qiankun Realm.

On the third watch, the night sky, which was originally cloudless, suddenly hung low, and the wind was blowing on the hill.

Suddenly, a shrill neighing of horses was swept by the wind and reached the hill.

Song Yuchen, who was sitting high on the tree, suddenly opened his eyes.

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