In Li Garden, the sky is getting dark and the bright moon is rising.
In the front yard, Li Ziye was still waiting anxiously, looking worried about gains and losses, as if he was lovelorn.
It wasn't until the bright moon hung high in the starry sky that a figure in white Confucian robes stepped forward outside Li Garden, with a handsome face and extraordinary temperament.
Seeing the person coming, Li Ziye immediately rushed forward excitedly.
Little Red Riding Hood finally came back and scared him to death.
"Old Bai, I thought you wouldn't come back."
Li Ziye grabbed Little Red Riding Hood's hand and was so moved that he almost cried.
It must be that Little Red Riding Hood didn't want to let him go, so she insisted on coming back.
Bai Wangyu endured the nausea, twitched his hand, but didn't pull it out, and then twitched hard.
"The Confucian leader was looking for me, so I went back."
While talking, Bai Wangyu wiped the hand that Li Ziye had grabbed without leaving any trace, fearing that he might be sick or infected.
"The Confucian leader is looking for you?"
Li Ziye didn't notice Little Red Riding Hood's movements and asked curiously, "Is there something urgent? If you need my help, just ask."
"It's nothing, I just told you a few words and asked me to follow Brother Li to learn more and watch more." Bai Wangyu said calmly.
"Learn from me?"
Li Ziye looked startled when he heard this. Was his ear wrong?
Other people’s children want to learn from him?
Lao Li, did you hear that? Your son is going to be successful!
"A Confucian leader is worthy of being a Confucian leader. He can discover advantages that ordinary people cannot."
Li Ziye reached out and patted the shoulder of Little Red Riding Hood in front of him, and said, "Study hard, I will teach you patiently."
"..."
Bai Wangyu was speechless. He did learn a lot of things, such as being thick-skinned.
"Go to bed. I've been waiting for you half the night. I'm so sleepy!"
Seeing that Little Red Riding Hood came back safe and sound, Li Ziye felt relieved, waved his hand, and immediately turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard.
"Brother Li."
From behind, Bai Wangyu spoke and called.
"Um?"
Li Ziye stopped, turned around, and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
"What is the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal to Brother Li?" Bai Wangyu asked seriously.
"Master." Li Ziye replied.
"Have you ever doubted that what Plum Blossom Sword Immortal taught you or arranged for you was wrong?" Bai Wangyu continued to ask.
"No!"
Li Ziye shook his head vigorously and said, "How can I, a person who respects teachers and Taoism, doubt my Fairy Master? Everything the Fairy Master said is right!"
"Brother Li, I want to hear the truth." Bai Wangyu asked seriously.
Li Ziye looked at the serious expression of the person in front of him. He was startled for a moment, then grinned and said, "Doubt? More than suspicion, I couldn't help but greet her relatives several times. However, the final outcome was a bit miserable. My biological father, who has been beaten by Lao Qin several times, can’t even recognize him. Lao Bai, you are so strange today, why are you asking these questions?”
"nothing."
Bai Wangyu shook his head and said, "It's late, Brother Li, go and rest."
"strange."
Li Ziye was speechless and turned to leave.
Bai Wangyu looked at the former's back with a strange color in his eyes.
Now, he knew why Confucianism wanted him to follow Brother Li.
He could tell that Brother Li cared about and respected his master, Plum Blossom Sword Immortal.
However, Brother Li does not follow every arrangement of the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal and dares to question. In this regard, he is indeed inferior to Brother Li.
He will try his best to learn.
In return, he will also strictly abide by Confucianism and do his best to help Brother Li improve his strength.
Thinking of this, Bai Wangyu walked towards the west wing, ready to study the third form of Feixianjue.
The bright moon is shining high, and under the night, in the inner courtyard and the west wing, two people, holding swords in the same hands, with the same persistent gaze, practice again and again.
Li Ziye didn't sleep. He believed that diligence can make up for clumsiness. If he couldn't do it once, he would practice ten times. If it didn't work ten times, he would practice a hundred or a thousand times!
Bai Wangyu didn't sleep either. He helped Li Ziye study the third form of Feixianjue all night long. He was full of awe-inspiring righteousness, brighter than the bright moon.
Two people, two swords, passed through one sharp cold light after another, at the same time, in sync, and it was thrilling.
At the same time, in the west of the Great Shang Capital, the temple team traveled day and night, getting closer and closer to the capital.
Seven days later, horses hooves rumbled in front of the west city gate. The temple team, which had been traveling for many days, finally arrived.
Outside the city gate, the third prince Mu Yao personally brought several ministers of Honglu Temple to greet him, giving the temple a lot of face.
The Great Shang Dynasty established its country by force, but it never lost the style of a great country in etiquette.
The temple team entered the city, and many people on the streets came curiously to watch the excitement.
In the past ten years or so, although there have been occasional frictions between the Great Shang Dynasty and the Tianyu Temple, there has generally been peace.
Therefore, the people of Dashang did not have any hostility towards the envoys visiting from the Temple of Heaven.
Especially among the visitors was Yan Xiaoyu, the world-famous Son of God of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, which aroused the curiosity of the people of Dashang and wanted to see what the legendary Son of God looked like.
Of course, among these boring people, there was the even more boring Li Ziye, who forced Little Red Riding Hood to come, who really didn't want to come.
On both sides of the street, behind the crowd, after waiting for a long time, Bai Wangyu saw that the temple team had not appeared yet, and did not want to wait any longer, so he said, "Brother Li, I have already met Yan Xiaoyu and fought against him, so let's go first gone back!"
"do not!"
Li Ziye grabbed the former and said, "You're already here, why don't you just watch the excitement before leaving."
"Why is Brother Li so interested in Yan Xiaoyu?"
Bai Wangyu asked in confusion. Based on his understanding of Brother Li, even if Yan Xiaoyu looked like a flower, Brother Li would not be interested as long as he was a man.
During these days of getting along, he could see a little bit of Brother Li's personality and hobbies.
"I'm not interested in Yan Xiaoyu, I'm interested in my Medicine King. Keep an eye on it first, otherwise if it's lost, I won't have anywhere to cry."
As Li Ziye explained, he stood on tiptoes and looked towards the end of the street. Why didn't the temple team come yet? Do they still have to have a meal outside the city?
"Wangyu really doesn't understand why Brother Li is so interested in this medicine king." Bai Wangyu couldn't help but ask again.
"Of course it's of great use!"
Li Ziye glanced at Little Red Riding Hood beside him, thought for a moment, and said, "That's fine, I can tell you, but you can't tell others."
After getting along with each other these days, he felt that Little Red Riding Hood was very good, so there was no harm in telling him this secret.
"I won't tell others." Bai Wangyu nodded with curiosity and responded.
"actually."
Li Ziye looked around, lowered his voice, and whispered, "The eight meridians in my body are blocked. I need to use external force to shatter the eight meridians, and then use the king of medicine to repair them. In this way, I can reshape the eight meridians."
When Bai Wangyu heard this, his body trembled. He looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and he couldn't hide the shock in his heart.
Eight meridians blocked?
How could the person who could make the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal become his disciple and have the Confucian leader care so much, possibly with eight meridians blocked!
Thinking of this, Bai Wangyu grabbed the former's arm and probed his energy into his meridians. Then, his face became more and more shocked.
Brother Li didn't lie.
Among the eight meridians, six were blocked, and even the two meridians that were opened were not completely repaired. It was obvious that they had just been reshaped.
"Brother Li, you."
Bai Wangyu looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, and he no longer knew what to say.
"Keep it a secret!"
Li Ziye warned in a low voice, "I have nothing to do, but my fairy master is a face-saving person. If the world knows that she has collected a piece of trash and spread the word, Old Qin will lose his face and will definitely beat me to death."
"I see."
Bai Wangyu nodded slightly, with a complicated look on his face, and said, "Brother Li, you really gave me surprises again and again."
"Low-key."
Li Ziye grinned and said, "After all, there are too few outstanding children from other families like you, Brother Bai. There are more ordinary people like me in the world. If you want to practice martial arts, you can only try your best and use any means." Create conditions for yourself."
"No wonder, the Confucian leader has repeatedly told me to learn more and see more with Brother Li. There are too many incredible things in Brother Li."
Bai Wangyu sighed softly, from the rise of the Li family to Brother Li's success in becoming the disciple of the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal, everything has exceeded the expectations of the world.
If I have to use one word to describe it, it can only be a miracle!
"I don't know what the Confucian leader is thinking, but I know that if I can't get this medicine king brought by the temple, I won't be able to sleep all day."
Li Ziye looked at the end of the street and responded casually, then his eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Lao Bai, here it is, my Medicine King is here!"
When Bai Wangyu heard this, he looked over.
But at the end of the street, chariots rumbled and battle armor clanged. The third prince and officials from Honglu Temple led the way, followed by the temple team. The temple cavalry at the front were all wrapped in silver armor, with only two eyes exposed, looking chilling. The spirit is shocking.
And in the middle of the team, a young man wearing a moon-white robe with a handsome face and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes sat on the chariot. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His smile was as warm as the morning sun. His noble temperament was even better than that of Dashang. The prince is even better.
The Son of God Yan Xiaoyu, the most talented young generation in the world, came to the capital of Great Shang Dynasty.
"awesomeness!"
Behind the crowd, Li Ziye looked at Yan Xiaoyu on the chariot and said four words fairly.
In terms of appearance, this son of God is really good.
It's almost time to catch up with him and Little Red Riding Hood.
In the temple team, Yan Xiaoyu felt the admiration and envy of the merchants and the people, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
Dashang, a country abandoned by the God of Light, the people here are also ignorant people without faith, how can they be compared with his Oracle Temple.
Under the admiring gazes of everyone, Yan Xiaoyu's expression suddenly condensed. He felt the special gaze from the crowd and immediately looked over.
The two looked at each other, and for a brief moment, Yan Xiaoyu frowned slightly.
It's strange, who is this person? The aura on his body is really uncomfortable, and there is an indescribable sense of violation.
Behind the crowd, Li Ziye saw Yan Xiaoyu's gaze and grinned.
My medicine king is finally here, thank you to the money-giving boy!
On the chariot, Yan Xiaoyu looked at the former's smile and felt more and more disgusted in his heart.
Where did this fool come from!
