The leader was tall and burly, dressed in a black "Yuanxuan" dress, and looked calm and powerful.
Behind him are a few odd men with white clothes and white hair, and an ancient appearance, and an old man with messy beard and hair in rags and knots.
Li Yuanming hurriedly bowed and saluted:
"Li Yuanming has met His Majesty! Meet the two seniors!"
Ji Tianlong, known as the number one master in the empire, came to Li Clan's mansion in person on Hong Ye night.
If this news were to be known to the outside world, I don’t know what kind of speculation would spread.
Ji Tianlong waved his hand and smiled kindly:
"Yuan Ming, don't be polite. Don't disturb the others. I heard from Ling Yuzi and Rag Buzi that there is a top fighter sealed by the original spiritual power. Even Ling Yuzi can't do anything, so I came here to take a look."
"It's because I'm scared to disturb His Majesty... Many thanks to the two seniors for keeping this in mind."
"Don't make such foolish remarks and take us to see it."
Ji Tianlong kicked his eyes.
Li Yuanming knew that His Majesty's temper was no different from that of the commander-in-chief who personally carried out front-line assaults on the battlefield, so he chuckled:
"Then please three of you come with me."
There is no need to enter the source spirit world at such a short distance.
The four of them flew in suspension and soon arrived at the villa in Welling.
With the ability of these four top warlocks, they naturally would not alarm the teenagers in different rooms in the courtyard, and they quickly locked onto the room where the wood carvings were placed.
The door moved without any wind.
The four of them entered the guard's room. The dim light at night did not affect their vision.
Looking at the dark wood carving in front of him, Ji Tianlong looked a little solemn.
Judging from the surface, this is simply the most ordinary, unremarkable wood material, and its texture is not even as good as some fine and tight precious woods.
But knowing that this was condensed by the warlock at will, it is very unusual.
Generally, the spiritual power materialized items condensed by warlocks will, more or less, have the other party's spiritual power attached to them, just like the small gifts Welling gives to the teenagers.
But to be able to do what you see in front of you without any surprise is definitely not something that ordinary masters can do.
"Amazing, no spiritual energy fluctuations, no mental power lock!
It's as if it was made in nature, it can be called something out of nothing, a feat of creation! "
After throwing a message to the three of them, Ji Tianlong placed his right hand on the wooden sculpture.
What a coincidence is that Ji Tianlong is a sorcerer of the three spiritual powers of wood, fire and earth, which are in exactly the same order as the spiritual powers of wood carvings.
In the dark room, the wooden sculpture suddenly turned dark green, with a glimmer of light, as if the wood had changed into a flowing dark green liquid.
The dark green liquid slowly became transparent, revealing the next layer of dark red flowing material. These fire spirit substances also began to soften, flow, and become transparent.
Under the fire spirit material, a new earthy yellow material was revealed. The earth spirit material also began to become soft, flowing, and transparent.
Several other people looked at this magical scene and were a little excited.
But Ji Tianlong's solemn expression became a little helpless.
The exposed silver substance underneath the khaki color remained motionless and showed no sign of change.
"Sure enough, it is an inwardly reciprocal pattern composed of five kinds of original spiritual power... I can only resolve it to the third level. Once I withdraw my spell, it will return to its original state.
This cannot be dispersed violently. These kinds of spiritual powers form a balance... If the spiritual powers are violently eliminated, the water spirits and golden spirits in the innermost layer will riot and explode violently, and the people enclosed inside will inevitably fall apart! "
Ji Tianlong slowly put away the spell, looked at Ling Yuzi helplessly, and privately threw out the message:
"Senior brother, there is nothing I can do... This guy's understanding of every aspect of the original spiritual power has reached the level of a top warlock, and his seamless connection and transformation between them far exceeds mine!"
"Well, I understand. We have no choice but to wait and see if that kid can return..."
"Senior brother, even if the kid you mentioned returns, his realm ability is not enough. Although he also has five kinds of spiritual power, will it be..."
Ji Tianlong's expression was a little tangled.
Ling Yuzi rolled his eyes at Ji Tianlong, as if he knew what he was guessing:
"I know what you're worried about... No, he won't have other thoughts about the empire.
Also, if Welling is also the carrier of Harile, then he, like the polar bear, is finished at that time, and there is no need for the other party to throw him into the world of source spirits. "
"Well, I understand, senior brother, tell me, if you go to the source spirit world to search, can you find the existence of Welling?"
Ling Yuzi shook his head:
"What can a master like you say in layman's terms?"
The exchange between the two lasted only a moment. Neither Ragzi nor Li Yuanming knew about the communication between His Majesty the Emperor and Ling Yuzi.
At this time, Li Yuanming was the most disappointed.
Seeing that this wooden sculpture had three layers of spiritual power liquefied, unexpectedly, the last two layers still blocked His Majesty.
"Sure enough, the magic that can be called a seal is not that simple. Yuan Ming, we can't help you at the moment. We can only stay calm and wait for the opportunity."
Li Yuanming bowed slightly:
"Thank you for your Majesty's intervention. I saw a glimmer of opportunity. Haha, I really can't be too harsh on Your Majesty..."
Ragzi is also very disappointed:
"What a good young man, the old man gets worried just thinking about it... Yuan Ming, don't be anxious, let's take our time to think of a solution."
Immediately, Ji Tianlong, Lingyuzi, and Ragzi said goodbye to Li Yuanming.
The figures of the three people gradually disappeared.
The wooden sculpture in the darkness has returned to its original dark and inconspicuous appearance.
Li Yuanming walked out of the room and the door closed gently.
With a secret sigh, Li Yuanming also disappeared.
…
In the early morning of the next day, Li Lingyou arrived at the gate of the mansion early with a dark face.
Then he saw Yang Xiaohe's haggard expression.
His hair was covered with frost, and even his eyebrows and light beard were covered with white frost.
Li Lingyou was unmoved and threw out a message when they met:
“Zombie face, are you fucking drunk?
You just know how to scold me, it’s not like you haven’t seen Nahorile before. This time when we face each other, we are even more helpless than before. The opponent’s realm has improved too much. Even if we stand there and allow us to attack, we can’t even touch the opponent’s hair. ! "
Yang Xiaohe's expression became very painful and he shook his head slightly:
"Yes, Shibaro, I wrongly blamed you. I regretted it after leaving the message yesterday...Take me to see...her."
Li Lingyou was still a little angry:
“Look at her, sure, but does it make sense?
She had to fall into hibernation, unaware of the outside world... Once the energy was exhausted, it would inevitably be the result of the loss of intelligence... That would be complete death. "
Then he turned around and walked towards the mansion regardless of Yang Xiaohe's reaction.
Yang Xiaohe followed weakly without saying a word.
He was filled with remorse.
That day when he said goodbye to Gonggong by the lake, he fell into a vortex where he couldn't sort out his emotions.
On the one hand, there is no need to hide the disappointment and loss he feels after knowing that the other party is an intelligent agent.
According to the rules in the family, it is impossible for him to marry such a person as his wife, which means that there will be no results between them.
On the other hand, in Yang Xiaohe's own opinion, if he cannot accept the current situation of Shou Gong, it actually means that he still cares about skin and appearance, and is no different from the superficial people he has always despised.
You keep saying that what you care about is a person's spirit, inner self, and soul itself, but once you know that the other person is really just an interesting soul, isn't it the same as regressing?
Isn't this just love based on biological instinct?
This contradictory mentality and the irresistible rules in the family are like two mountains, turning Yang Xiaohe into a trapped beast with no way out.
Entering the lakeside villa, Li Lingyou did not disturb the teenagers, but directly brought Yang Xiaohe to the door of the palace guard, mouthed to Yang Xiaohe, then turned and left, returned to the living room, and waited for the teenagers to get up.
Yang Xiaohe slowly opened the door.
What catches the eye is the huge oval wooden sculpture in the center of the room.
Yang Xiaohe looked sad, took two steps forward, stretched out his hands, and hugged the wooden sculpture.
His eyes were filled with tears, but he could only face it silently.
"Shou Gong, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
…
Mo Yao got up the earliest, and as soon as he came out, he saw Li Lingyou sitting alone in the living room. Just as he was about to say hello, Li Lingyou raised a finger to his mouth;
"Shh..."
Immediately, Li Lingyou packed up the information about Wei Ling, Shou Gong, himself and Yang Xiaohe and threw it to Mo Yao.
The last medicine calmed down slightly for a moment, and understood Yang Xiaohe's mood at the moment.
Immediately, Yuan Bao and Wei Ling also came out, and Mo Yao also shared this information with them.
The three teenagers did not disturb Yang Xiaohe. Although at their age, they were not very clear about emotions and injuries, nor could they empathize with them, they still had a basic understanding.
Soon after, everyone else got up and washed up.
In the courtyard, eight teenagers, led by Mo Yao, played the ancient martial arts routine that Wei Ling Shou Gong had taught them.
Many fist, palm and kick techniques were practiced by these young warlocks, which were neat and very pleasing to the eye.
The heavy or light steps crushed the snow and ice on the ground, and the white water vapor exhaled filled the entire courtyard in this winter morning.
Li Lingyou was a little surprised. It seemed that these teenagers had grown up after not seeing them overnight.
After practicing a few sets of routines, the teenagers all returned to the living room and waited quietly. Just now, Mo Yao told them about Yang Xiaohe's visit.
Not long after, Yang Xiaohe appeared in the living room with a haggard and decadent look.
Xuan Ming, Nan Xing, Shang Lu and Ji Nu who were familiar with him all said hello to him at the same time:
"Brother Yang, good morning!"
Yang Xiaohe tried his best to squeeze out a smile and wiped his face:
"Hello, let me meet the four new little brothers and sisters!"
Mo Yao, Wei Ling, Yuan Bao, and Yuan Bei all introduced themselves to Yang Xiaohe, and Yang Xiaohe nodded one by one.
At this moment, the breakfast that Li Lingyou ordered for everyone was also delivered by the smart device.
Ten people filled the restaurant in the villa courtyard to a full capacity.
While eating, Mo Yao packed up the things that the eight people discussed last night and threw them to Li Lingyou.
Li Lingyou almost spit out a mouthful of soy milk:
"What about that, Lingxian Sect!"
