After staying in the mountains for five days, the Queen went down the mountain with her two maids.
The imperial troops and eunuchs who had been waiting in the temple at the foot of the mountain saw the empress finally coming down the mountain, and they gathered around to wait on her and immediately returned to the palace.
After waving to Li Xiuyuan who was standing on the mountain path, the empress called out: "Brother, remember to come to Dongdu to see me."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "It's a good trip."
After saying this, he turned around and left, opened the magic circle, and his whole body became one with the snow-capped mountains.
Looking at the figure disappearing on the mountain road, the Queen sighed.
With a wave of his hand, he led the large group of people to slowly leave the temple at the foot of the mountain and headed towards the imperial city.
In the queen's heart, her brother on the snow mountain is the closest person to her, just like her father who became a god.
Not to mention that Li Xiuyuan just made a promise to him that no matter how many years he waits, he will wait for her on the snowy mountains. When he thinks of this, he can't help but feel a little sad.
He murmured to himself: "I will come to the snow mountain again."
The battle between Jin Wuming of Lantian Villa and Wang Yi's Snow Mountain brought many monks and swordsmen to Chang'an City, plus a hundred monks from the temple at the foot of the mountain. The scene was shocking enough to be legendary in the world for many years.
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Luo Xiaoxing laughed, asked the coachman to throw off his whip, and the carriage drove slowly away from the pavilion.
Laughter echoed on the dusty official road, this proud man
The young master of Qifeng Villa originally came to Chang'an to break out of the world.
In the end, he left one arm in Lantian Villa forever, which was somewhat similar to Wang Yi back then. Wang Yi buried his sword with a wave of his hand, while Luo Xiaoxing broke his arm in tears.
Baili Ruyan on the carriage sighed and said, "Husband, don't be anxious, the king will think of a solution soon."
Luo Xiaoxing shook his head and said, "I just didn't expect that that crazy woman back then would actually trick Wang Yi again."
Suddenly, Baili Ruyan said: "Tell me, will Wang Yi, who is not willing to accept it, make another ten-year agreement?"
"If that's the case, I will definitely come back to watch the game in ten years."
Luo Xiaoxing laughed and said, "Of course, I can work harder on my sword practice in the future."
Ye Xiaoqian returned to Hongchen Inn alone in a carriage, and after asking Qin Xiangyu, she found out that Wang Yi had gone to the backyard to chop wood again.
Ye Xiaoqian was puzzled for a moment: "Why is he addicted to chopping firewood?"
Qin Xiangyu raised her head, glanced at the falling leaves outside the inn, smiled faintly, pulled Ye Xiaoqian to sit down next to her, and then gently patted her little hand.
He said: "Jin Wuming had been chopping firewood here for ten years. Wang Yi didn't kill Xinyuan this time, probably because he wanted to fight with him again."
When Ye Xiaoqian heard this, she immediately became angry and tried to run back to look for Wang Yi, but Qin Xiangyu grabbed her.
He whispered in her ear: "Are you stupid? Even if you want to scold me, you have to endure it for another one to two months. Wait until he becomes your husband..."
When Ye Xiaoqian heard this, her face suddenly turned red.
After a while, Qin Xiangyu nodded blankly and said, "If my brother is still alive, he must be very happy."
Wang Yi's face in the backyard kitchen firewood shed had regained his composure. He did not go to Jin Wuming immediately, let alone go to Lantian Villa to join in the fun.
He wanted to practice his sword and practice his trembling hands.
Jin Wuming has been sharpening his sword silently here for ten years without any distractions. Even if he is upset, he will only go to him for a fight in another ten years.
The two of them have practiced for ten years each, and only in this way will it seem fair in his heart.
Although the Mid-Autumn Festival battle was beyond his expectation, he was also grateful to Murong Shuyu. If it weren't for that crazy woman, he would have either been seriously injured or fallen on the snowy mountain.
Thinking of this, Wang Yi laughed lightly.
I thought that ten years ago you could be focused on nothing, but in the next ten years you have Murong Shuyu, Meng Xiaodie, and Xiaoguang who doesn't recognize you as his father...
And she only has one Ye Xiaoqian.
If you think about it carefully, if you really want to make another ten-year agreement, you will have taken a lot of advantage.
"Brother, what are you laughing at?"
Xiaoguang, who was sitting aside and eating melon seeds, frowned slightly and said, "I will go to the snow-capped mountains with the master in two days. The master said he would teach me how to practice."
Wang Yi was stunned and asked, "Are you not practicing what you did before?"
Xiaoguang shook his head and said, "Master said my mother is an idiot and won't teach me how to practice."
Wang Yi was stunned when he heard this, thinking about Murong Shuyu's terrifying sword energy, a solemn look gradually appeared on his face.
If even the children taught by masters like Murong Shuyu are not considered to be cultivators, then what kind of masters in the world can fall into the eyes of the two female shopkeepers at No. 47?
Thinking of this, Wang Yi sighed.
He looked at Xiao Guang and said, "Then study hard, practice hard until death, and become a more powerful swordsman than me or Jin Wuming."
Unexpectedly, Xiaoguang replied: "Master said that a master is not necessarily a swordsman."
Seeing Wang Yi's frown gradually, Xiaoguang continued: "That night, you didn't go to the snow mountain, and that arrow broke the sword in the blink of an eye.
Come west! "
Wang was stunned when he heard this and was speechless for a long time.
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No. 47
, Qingyu sat at the counter in a daze.
Gao Yue'er walked out of the backyard, looked at her and thought for a moment before saying, "Sister, I will take Xiaoguang to the mountains to live for ten and a half days tomorrow, and then come back."
Qingyu nodded: "Go ahead and prune those apricot trees in the mountains."
Gao Yue'er chuckled: "I thought so too, but now that your husband is back, I'm afraid we don't have to worry about this matter anymore."
Qingyu nodded thoughtfully,
He looked at Gao Yue'er and said, "Tell your disciple not to touch a sword for two years, and first get rid of his messy bad habits. Swordsman, isn't that amazing?"
Gao Yue'er chuckled: "If that guy Jin Wuming hears this, he will definitely be angry to death."
"Isn't it?"
Qingyu pouted and said, "I remember my husband once said that in the face of absolute power, no matter how fast your sword is, it will be in vain."
Gao Yue'er sighed and said quietly: "A swordsman's peak is around thirty years old. Is it possible that he can still wield a sword like lightning when he is sixty years old?"
Qingyu waved her hand and said: "It depends on that boy's performance. If he is disobedient, he will be expelled from the school as soon as possible."
Gao Yue'er nodded: "I was in a hurry to go up the mountain. I also thought that my husband might still be there. I could ask him to help me see the qualifications and temperament of this little guy..."
"You want me to teach you your own disciple?"
Li Xiuyuan, who was carrying a bucket of snowy mountains and was about to water the ground, sighed and said to himself: "You are also an idiot. You took a disciple and wanted to dump it on me."
I watered a few vegetable plots and looked at the thin leaves that had emerged from the soil. I thought about where I would be when these vegetables mature.
There is Wang Yi and Ye Xiaoqian in the Hongchen Inn. It seems that there is not much difference whether they are present or not.
At most, Qin Xiangyu could hire another handyman. The lively place is no longer suitable for him... Wang Yi and A Jue have already been taught what he wants to teach respectively.
He didn't want to get involved with the two of them, even if he didn't, he decided to end it with Amu.
After watering the ground, when I returned to the living room, the bamboo fence was gently tapped by the old monk at the foot of the mountain.
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly: "The door is open, senior, please come in for tea."
The old monk came slowly, stamped his feet before entering the door, and then entered the living room: "Unexpectedly, when the donor came back, he pruned the branches in the mountains and plowed the vegetable field."
"These are things I should have done originally."
Li Xiuyuan lit a fire and boiled water while replying: "It's just that I've been staying in the inn all these years and it's inconvenient to go back to the mountain, so I threw it to those two guys."
In his opinion, Qingyu and Gao Yue'er were still like children, too playful, neither practicing carefully nor paying attention to the plants and trees in the mountains.
It's no wonder, after all, he doesn't want to guess a woman's thoughts.
The old monk thought about the scene that happened at the foot of the mountain a few days ago, and couldn't help but ask: "Unexpectedly, even the Queen came to the snowy mountain to visit?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head when he heard this and said softly: "She is not someone else. I met Sanzang in this mountain and met her. She is just my sister."
Hearing Sanzang again, Lao Shang couldn't help but sigh silently.
Thinking about his disciple, the young monk, and the past, I couldn't help but murmured: "Does all this seem like a lifetime ago?"
All the people back then have left, even the old monk who went to the depths of the desert has never come back, let alone Sanzang who has passed away and the young monk who went to Tianzhu.
Li Xiuyuan did not expect that the old monk would have such deep feelings when he thought about what happened back then.
After all, yesterday in his mind was just a snap of his fingers.
Whether it was Tripitaka, the young monk, or even the Huiming monk in the cave, to him they were just meteors streaking across the sky.
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Pouring spiritual tea into the cup, Li Xiuyuan said, "Senior is here just in time. I have something to ask."
