When Ji Yuan returned to Lifu, it was already the fifth watch, and the watchmen in the city had just knocked on the gongs along the street.

Ji Yuan, who returned to the house, took out the picture scroll of Xiezhi again. From time to time, there would be a violent and struggling movement. Obviously, even if it was his real home game, the game between Xiezhi and Zhu Yan was far from over.

After placing the picture of Xiezhi on the table, it slowly unfolded. At this moment, it was not the same picture of Xiezhi as before, but pitch black.

This time, Zhu Yan was ambushed, and he realized the sword formation in the middle and then forcibly changed the formation. In addition, the sword formation was far from perfect before. Every time Zhu Yan attempted to break the formation, he hit the two maps of heaven and earth and the sword formation. Fate is resolving.

Although Zhu Yan has endured the terrifying killing power of the sword array, his own counterattack is not completely ineffective, and it is not so easy to bear. To be honest, Ji Yuan has already damaged his vitality, which is exactly what Zhu Yan had done before. Tired of thinking that the reason for the great loss of vitality, he thought that he could get out of trouble.

But seeing the state of the Xiezhi picture scroll, Ji Yuan still pretended to ask a question easily.

"Xiezhi, can you do it? Don't push yourself if you want to help!"

After the voice fell, it was a while before Xie Zhi's voice came. It was not small, but it was brief and hasty.

"unnecessary--"

As Xie Zhi's voice fell, there was a huge amount of essence overflowing from the picture scroll, as if the lid of the cooked rice had just been opened, and a large amount of steam was released, and it was continuous.

The diameter of these essences broke through the doors and windows of the room, as if they were invisible, but they rushed towards the room where Zuo Wuji was located.

"Returning the favor, I am the Zhu Yan Jing Yuan that I captured and selected, and I will give it to that kid Zuo!"

Ji Yuan didn't stop Xiezhi, Zuo Wuji's martial arts wanted to advance by leaps and bounds, naturally he had to supplement, nothing was more suitable than Zhu Yan's essence, he nodded, just put the picture of Xiezhi in front of him, and then sat cross-legged. Next, Baoyuan Shouyi concentrates and calms down.

In a trance, the next moment, Ji Yuan was sitting on the top of a mountain in another world, with a huge Dan furnace behind and a black picture scroll in front of it.

Here, the ink colors in the picture scroll seem to have come to life, and there are pieces of streamer connected to the far side of the mountain, turning into a giant beast and a giant ape fighting.

Zhu Yan's angry and unwilling voice kept roaring, while Xie Zhi was silent most of the time, and the occasional roar must be the time to launch an offensive.

But Ji Yuan's eyes were always closed, and he didn't pay attention to the fight between a divine beast and a vicious beast. All he thought in his mind was the previous sword formation, although at the last moment, the complete sword formation seemed to be transformed into birth. , but only has a complete prototype, far from really reaching the realm.

However, the color of that brief moment was enough to excite Ji Yuan's heart, and it was the spirit of harmony brought by the Qingteng Sword that made the silence and killing sword array full of yin and yang.

The more he visualized that sword formation and that color, the vigor of his fate would continue to be depleted, and he even started to feel a tingling mentally.

But Ji Yuan won't and can't let that color disappear in his heart, but he got up slowly at this moment, holding the ivy sword, taking out the "Jian Yi Tie" and pen and ink, using the sword to touch the ink, in the "Jian Yi Tie" ” depicts a sword map.

It's amazing to say that Qingteng Sword Spacing Killing Intent and Chunsheng, the ink falls on the "Sword Intent Post", but it is often not only black, but also various gorgeous colors, which are hidden on the copybook.

...

"Dong dong dong..."

"Mr. Ji, it's time for breakfast."

Zuo Wuji's voice sounded outside the door along with the knock on the door, but there was no response from Ji Yuan in the house. Zuo Wuji frowned slightly and listened quietly for a while, but did not feel any breath in the house.

After thinking about it, Zuo Wuji did not continue to knock on the door and shout, but went to have breakfast with Li Feng first, planning to reserve some side dishes, rice porridge and the like for Ji Yuan.

However, when Zuo Wuji and Li Feng came back to practice martial arts, the door of Ji Yuan's room was not opened, and when they had lunch and the following dinner and even rested, the door of Ji Yuan's room had not been opened.

...

"Dong dong dong..."

"Mr. Ji, are you still there?"

Li Feng knocked on the door, and stood on tiptoe through the crack of the door to see what was going on inside. Zuo Wuji stood behind him with a frown. It was already the twelfth day.

"Feng'er, get out of your way."

"Oh."

Li Feng stepped aside, and Zuo Wuji walked to the door again. After a little hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door to push it gently.

"Squeak~~ Ya~~"

The door was slowly pushed open by Zuo Wuji, and the morning light shone into the room. There was only an empty low table and an empty futon. The four treasures of the study that had been placed on the table before have also been taken away.

Zuo Wuji looked up at the bed not far away, the quilt on top was neatly folded, it didn't look like someone had slept before, and then looking around the room, there was no trace of Mr. Ji's existence.

What made Zuo Wuji laugh or cry was that Li Feng also ran to the bed and looked under the bed. Naturally, it was impossible to see Mr. Ji.

"Master Zuo, Mr. Ji is gone?"

Zuo Wuji frowned, rubbed Li Feng's head when he heard the words, and sighed deeply.

"It seems that Mr. has left without saying goodbye..."

Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable, but he also knew that he couldn't control Mr. Ji's coming and going. After being depressed for a while, he seemed to remember something, and looked up at Zuo Wuji.

"I heard from Dad, that Immortal Zhu seems to have left without saying goodbye. Even Immortal Tang doesn't know about it. By the way, Master Guo Shi also submitted his resignation to the emperor. Although the emperor strongly opposed it, Master Mo Yun insisted on leaving, Dad. I'm a little unhappy because of this..."

Zuo Wuji smiled.

"Don't worry, since Mr. Ji has left, he has already settled the matter of Zhu Yan, otherwise he will remind me to wait. As for Master Namoyun, I heard that he is also a generation of eminent monks. Your father should take advantage of the fact that he has not left yet. , go have a look."

Li Feng laughed immediately.

"Why do you think Daddy is gloomy? There are too many royal family members who go to see Master Moyun. My Daddy can't be ranked first!"

"Haha, you child!"

Although the two were laughing, they still had the faint melancholy in their hearts that they had planned to leave, but at least in Zuo Wuji's view, this time Li Feng's sadness was much better than when he first met the child.

Zuo Wuji's feeling is a fact. At the beginning, Li Feng felt that the world is the best for Mr. Ji, and his expectations were almost all in Ji Yuan. Now, he knows that his grandmother doesn't really hate him, and his father It's not that he doesn't think about his son, and Zuo Wuji, a close person, can put his emotions on it, and his heart is much more stable.

"Feng'er, get ready, we will leave the capital in a few days, and maybe we will leave the land under the Xia Yong Dynasty soon."

Li Feng, who was mentally prepared, also knew that this day would come sooner or later. He didn't have any resistance in his heart, but was very excited, just like a primary school student who heard the teacher say that he was going to have a spring and autumn outing.

"Okay! I'll go talk to Daddy right away!"

After Li Feng said a word, he ran out of Ji Yuan's room in a hurry.

Zuo Wuji also took a step back and stepped out of the room. After watching Li Feng's back go away, he looked back at the room and the futon and table in the room, and then gently closed the door before leaving.

In a study in the official residence, Liping was reading a book. The book in his hand was also from Dazhen, but it was not a book written by Yin Gong, who was regarded as a literary saint by more and more literati, but Yin Zhaoxian's eldest son. The book written by Yin Qing is called "The Spring and Autumn Period of Official Governance".

Obviously, reading this book can make Liping more familiar with officialdom, and understand how to deal with some difficult things, so as to deal with problems and avoid trouble. When Liping reads this book, he is far more interested in reading this book than Yin Zhaoxian's book. It was relish.

"Dong, dong, dong..." "Master, Master, Master National Teacher is here!"

Liping, who was disturbed by the servants, was about to scold, but when he heard that the national teacher was coming, he quickly put down the book in his hand and ran to the door of the study to open the door.

"The national teacher is here? Where is it?"

"Master, I've already entered the palace, and I'm in the living room."

The servant didn't dare to neglect, so he sprinted over, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Although Monk Moyun had resigned as the national teacher, he was still called the national teacher by everyone in the court, and Liping was no exception. He hurried to the living room and saw Monk Moyun standing in the hall waiting.

"Guo Shi! Master Gu Shi, please take a seat, but the Gu Shi made a special trip to see Feng'er?"

"Good job Daming King Buddha, Lord Li, Lao Na is no longer a national teacher. Today, Lao Na is here to pay respects to Mr. Bie Ji."

Liping said just now that he was walking and saluting, and he was entering the living room in a hurry.

"Where is the national teacher, the emperor said it, you will always be the national teacher of the dynasty, you...you came to say goodbye...Mr. Ji?"

Liping didn't react until halfway through his words, and stared blankly at the old monk Moyun.

"Yes, Mr. Ji is here, how can Lao Na leave directly?"

"Mr. Ji, are you here?"

Monk Mo Yun frowned and looked at Liping.

"Why, Master Li doesn't know? Mr. Ji said he came with Zuo Wusheng."

"But there is only one..."

Liping couldn't speak anymore, and patted his head.

"Oh! National teacher, let's go, I will take you to see Mr. Ji, I really..."

"Daddy, Daddy... You're here, Master Zuo said, you're going to take me away soon, let me pack up!"

Li Feng, who had been looking for his father, also ran over excitedly, and his voice followed his footsteps all the way.

Liping hurried out to grab his son's hand.

"Then Mr. Ji, is Mr. Ji in the backyard?"

Li Feng looked at his father's appearance, and then saw that Master Mo Yun was there, knowing that maybe his father had understood something.

"Mr. Ji is gone, without saying goodbye..."

"Ah? Go... Mr. Ji has been here all the time? Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Sir don't let me say..."

Li Feng whispered something, and the monk Mo Yun on the side just clasped his hands together.

"Good job Daming King Buddha~lightnovelpub.net~ I couldn't see the fate, so the monk Moyun didn't leave directly, but met Zuo Wuji and chatted with him for nearly half an hour before leaving without returning to the palace. , and left the capital directly with his apprentice Puhui, not knowing where to go.

On the second day, Zuo Wuji also took Li Feng, who had packed his things, on the road. When he arrived, there were several carriages and many servants. When he left, there was only one good horse with some luggage hanging on it.

The entire capital was under the influence of the departure of the national master. The courtiers and the immortal masters all had their own actions. The departure of Li Feng and Zuo Wuji was deliberately not publicized and lightly dressed in the Li Mansion, but not many people knew about it. .

The first stop Zuo Wuji took with Li Feng was when he returned to Li Feng's hometown in Kuwainan, dismounted and stood in front of a blacksmith shop in the city.

"Brother Jin, you are still here!"

Zuo Wuji looked at the blacksmith shop with a smile, and Jin Jia also put down his hammer at this time and walked to the front of the shop to look at Zuo Wuji.

"Mr. Ji hasn't come?"

Jin Jia squinted at Zuo Wuji, then looked at Li Feng, who was a little afraid of him, and said lightly.

"Your Highness has never come."

Zuo Wuji sighed.

"Okay, so what are your plans for Brother Jin in the future?"

Jin Jia didn't speak for a long time, stood quietly for a while, then turned to look at Li Feng and Zuo Wuji again.

"Where are you going?"

"It's hard to say. I traveled the rivers and lakes and fought for righteousness. I lived in no fixed place and made my home all over the world, just to temper the martial arts."

Zuo Wuji replied, Jin Jia was silent for a long time, and then watched Li Feng speak slowly.

"I, follow you."

"Boom."

Inside the blacksmith shop, the old blacksmith's hammer fell to the ground. Even though he was speaking Dazhen, he seemed to understand that Jin Jia was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)