When Ji Yuan returned to Li Mansion, it was already the fifth watch, and the watchmen in the city had just beaten the gongs along the street.
Ji Yuan returned to the house and took out the Haechi scroll again. From time to time, there would be a burst of violent and struggling sounds. Obviously, even if he arrived at his real home court, the game between Haechi and Zhu Yan was far from over. when.
Put the Haechi scroll on the table and slowly unfold it. The image on it is not the same as before, but completely black.
This time when he ambushed Zhu Yan, he understood the sword formation midway and then forcibly changed the formation. In addition, the previous sword formation was far from perfect. Zhu Yan tried to break the formation with every attack, hitting the two maps of heaven and earth and the sword formation. , it’s all about solving fate.
Although Zhu Yan withstood the terrifying killing power of the sword formation, his own counterattack was actually not completely ineffective, let alone easy to bear. To be honest, Ji Yuan himself had also damaged his vitality, which was also true. This was the reason why Zhu Yan previously thought that Ji Yuan had greatly damaged his vitality, so he thought he could get out of the predicament.
But after seeing the state of the Xiezhi scroll, Ji Yuan still pretended to be relaxed and asked.
“Haizhi, can you do it? If you want help, don’t hold on!”
After the words fell, it took a while before the voice of Haechi came. The voice was not quiet, but short and urgent.
“No need——”
As Xie Zhi finished speaking, a huge stream of essence overflowed from the scroll, as if the lid of a pot of cooked rice had just been opened, releasing a large amount of steam in a steady stream.
These essences broke through the door and window constraints of the room. They seemed invisible and formless, but they rushed towards the room where Zuo Wuji was with great purpose.
“Return a favor, this is the Zhu Yan Jing Yuan that I snatched and picked, and I gave it to that boy Zuo!”
Ji Yuan did not stop Haechi. If Zuo Wuji’s martial arts wanted to advance rapidly, he would naturally need supplements. There was nothing more suitable than Zhu Yan’s essence. He nodded and put the Haechi scroll in front of him. Then he sat down cross-legged and held Yuan Shou in his arms for a moment to calm down.
In a trance, the next moment, Ji Yuan was sitting on the top of a mountain in another world, with a huge alchemy furnace behind him and a dark Haechi scroll in front of him.
Here, the ink colors in the scroll seem to come alive. There are streams of light connected in the distance of the mountain, turning into a giant beast and a giant ape fighting.
Zhu Yan’s angry and unwilling voice kept roaring, while Haechi made no sound most of the time. Occasionally, he roared, which was definitely the time to launch an offensive.
But Ji Yuan’s eyes were always closed, not paying attention to the fight between one divine beast and one ferocious beast. All he was thinking about was the previous sword formation, although at the last moment, the complete sword formation seemed to have turned into ashes. It is born, but it is only a complete prototype, far from truly reaching the ultimate state.
However, the color in that brief moment was enough to excite Ji Yuan’s heart. It was the life and harmony brought by the Ivy Sword that made the sword array of silence and murder complete the yin and yang.
The more he visualized the sword formation and the color, it actually continued to deplete Ji Yuan’s vitality, and even made him feel mental pain. This was a rare experience for Ji Yuan, who had the most powerful mind in the world.
But Ji Yuan would not and could not let that color disappear in his heart. At this moment, he slowly stood up, holding the ivy sword in his hand, took out the “Sword Intention Tie” and pen and ink, and used the sword to draw ink on ” Sword Intention Post” depicts a sword picture.
It is magical to say that the Ivy Sword is separated from the killing intent and the spring life. When the ink falls on the “Sword Intention Calligraphy”, it is often not just black, but also various different colorful colors appear, and then disappear in the calligraphy. superior.
……
“Dong dong dong…”
“Mr. Ji, it’s time to have breakfast.”
Zuo Wuji’s voice sounded outside the door along with the knock on the door, but there was no response from Ji Yuan inside the house. Zuo Wuji frowned slightly and listened quietly for a moment, but did not feel any breath in the house.
After thinking about it, Zuo Wuji did not continue knocking on the door and shouting, 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, Ji Yuan’s door was not opened. When they had lunch, dinner or even rested, Ji Yuan’s door was still not open.
……
“Dong dong dong…”
“Mr. Ji, are you still there?”
Li Feng knocked on the door and stood on tiptoe to see what was going on inside, while Zuo Wuji stood behind him with a frown. This was already the twelfth day.
“Feng’er, get out of the way.”
“Oh.”
Li Feng stepped aside, and Zuo Wuji walked to the door again. After a slight hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the door to push it gently.
“Squeak~~ah~~”
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 had also been taken away.
Zuo Wuji looked up at the bed not far away. The quilts on it were neatly folded, and it didn’t look like someone had slept there. Looking around the room, there was no trace of Mr. Ji’s presence.
What made Zuo Wuji dumbfounded was that Li Feng ran to the bed, lay down and looked under the bed. Naturally, it was even more impossible to see Mr. Ji.
“Master Zuo, Mr. Ji is gone?”
Zuo Wuji frowned. Hearing this, he rubbed Li Feng’s head and let out a long sigh.
“It seems that sir left without saying goodbye…”
Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable, but he also knew that he could and could not influence 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 my father that Master Zhu Xian seemed to have left without saying goodbye. Even Master Tang Xian didn’t know about it. By the way, the Imperial Master also submitted his resignation to the emperor. Although the emperor strongly opposed it, Master Moyun insisted on leaving. , dad was a little unhappy because of this…”
Zuo Wuji smiled.
“Don’t worry. Since Mr. Ji has left, he has naturally settled Zhu Yan’s matter, otherwise he will remind me to wait. As for Master Namoyun, I heard that he is also a senior monk. Your father should take advantage of this opportunity. I haven’t left yet, let’s go and visit.”
Li Feng immediately laughed.
“Why do you think dad is depressed? There are so many royal relatives going to visit Master Moyun, but my dad is not one of them!”
“Haha, you kid!”
Although the two of them were laughing, they still had the faint melancholy of Ji Yuan’s departure, but at least in Zuo Wuji’s view, Li Feng’s sadness this time was much better than when he first met the child. .
Zuo Wuji’s feeling is factual. At the beginning, Li Feng felt that Mr. Ji was the best in the world, and most of his expectations were in Ji Yuan. But now, he knows that his grandmother is not really annoying at all. It’s not like his father wouldn’t think about his son, and Zuo Wuji, a close person, could put his emotions on, and he felt much more at ease.
“Feng’er, get ready, we will leave the capital in the near future, and we may also leave the land under the Xia Yong Dynasty soon.”
Li Feng, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, also knew that this day would come sooner or later. He did not feel any resistance in his heart, but was very excited, just like a primary school student who heard the teacher say that he would have a spring outing and autumn outing soon.
“Okay! I’ll go tell daddy right away!”
After Li Feng said this, he happily ran out of Ji Yuan’s room.
Zuo Wuji also took a step back and walked 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 room of the official residence, Liping was reading a book. The book he held in his hand also came from Dazhen. However, it was not written by Yin Gong, who was revered as a literary saint by more and more literati. The book written by Yin Zhaoxian’s eldest son Yin Qing is called “The Administration of Officials in the Spring and Autumn Period”.
Obviously, reading this book can make Liping more familiar with officialdom and how to deal with some difficult things, so as to deal with problems without causing trouble. Liping was far more interested in reading this book than reading Yin Zhaoxian’s book , watching it with relish.
“Dong dong dong…” “Master, master, the National Master is here!”
Li Ping, who was disturbed by his servants, was about to curse angrily. When he heard that the Imperial Master was coming, he quickly put down the book in his hand and ran to the study door and opened it.
“The Imperial Master is here? Where are he?”
“Master, we have entered the house and are in the living room.”
The servants did not dare to neglect and came running over. At this moment, they were slightly out of breath while speaking.
“Okay, I’ll go right away!”
Although Monk Moyun has resigned from the position of Imperial Master, he is still addressed as Imperial Master by everyone in the court, and Liping is no exception. He hurried to the living room and saw Monk Moyun standing in the hall waiting.
“National Preceptor! Please take a seat, National Preceptor. Is the Imperial Preceptor here specially to see Feng’er?”
“Well done, King Buddha of the Ming Dynasty, Mr. Li, I am no longer a national teacher. Today I made a special trip to say goodbye to Mr. Ji.”
Li Ping was walking and saluting just now, and now he is entering the living room in a hurry.
“As for the Imperial Preceptor, the Emperor has said that you will always be the Imperial Preceptor of this dynasty. You…are you here to say goodbye to Mr. Ji?”
Li Ping didn’t react until he was halfway through speaking, and looked at Old Monk Moyun blankly.
“Yes, Mr. Ji is here, how can I leave directly?”
“Mr. Ji, are you here?”
Monk Moyun frowned and looked at Liping.
“Why, Mr. Li doesn’t know? Mr. Ji said he came with Zuo Wusheng.”
“But there is only one person who comes together…”
Li Ping couldn’t speak any more and slapped himself on the head.
“Oh! Imperial Master, let’s go, I’ll take you over to see Mr. Ji, I’m really…”
“Daddy, daddy…you are here. Master Zuo said that he will take me away soon. He asked me to pack my things!”
Li Feng, who had been looking for his father, also ran over happily, and his words followed his footsteps.
Li Ping quickly went out and grabbed his son’s hand.
“Mr. Ji, is Mr. Ji in the backyard?”
Li Feng looked at his father’s appearance, and then saw that Master Moyun was also there, knowing that maybe his father had understood something.
“Mr. Ji left and left without saying goodbye…”
“Huh? He’s gone…Mr. Ji has been here all along? Why didn’t you tell me earlier!”
“Sir, you are not allowed to speak…”
Li Feng murmured in a low voice, while Monk Moyun on the side just lowered his eyes and clasped his hands.
“Wonderful King Buddha of Ming Dynasty. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ.com”
……
Unable to see Ji Yuan, Monk Moyun did not leave directly. Instead, he met Zuo Wuji and chatted with him for nearly half an hour before leaving. He did not return to the palace and left directly with his disciple Pu Hui. The capital, I don’t know 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 accompanying him, but when he left, there was only a good horse with some luggage hung on it.
The entire capital is under the influence of the departure of the imperial masters. The court officials and the immortal masters all made their own actions. The departure of Li Feng and Zuo Wuji was not noticeable because Li Mansion deliberately did not make any publicity and traveled lightly. People know it.
The first stop Zuo Wuji took Li Feng to was back to Li Feng’s hometown in Kuainan, where he dismounted and stood in front of a blacksmith shop in the city.
“Brother Jin, you are indeed still here!”
Zuo Wuji looked at the blacksmith shop with a smile, and Jin Jia also put down the hammer at this time, walked to the front of the shop and looked at Zuo Wuji.
“Mr. Ji hasn’t been here?”
Jin Jia looked sideways at Zuo Wuji, then looked at Li Feng who was a little afraid of him, and said calmly.
“Your Majesty has never come.”
Zuo Wuji sighed.
“Okay, so what are Brother Jin’s plans for the future?”
Jin Jia didn’t speak for a long time, standing quietly for a while, then turned to look at Li Feng again, and then at Zuo Wuji.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s hard to say this. He travels around the world to do chivalry and justice, and he has no fixed place to live in all over the world, just to hone his martial arts.”
Zuo Wuji replied. Jin Jia was silent for a long time, and then looked at Li Feng and spoke slowly.
“I will follow you.”
“Bang.”
In the blacksmith shop, the old blacksmith’s hammer fell to the ground. It was clear that what he said was Dazhen dialect, but he seemed to understand that Jin Jia was leaving
(End of this chapter)