"My lord has admired your name for a long time, so he came here to pay his respects."
A deep and powerful voice sounded.
Cao Yi, who had entered a state of emptiness, sat motionless on the stone bench, as if he was asleep.
"My lord has admired your name for a long time, so he came here to pay his respects."
The rich and powerful voice sounded again.
Cao Yi still didn't respond.
With a click, the large wooden door of the Taoist temple opened halfway, and Xu Chu, who was strong and had a lot of water drops on his slightly dark face, leaned out half of his body.
Seeing Cao Yi on the stone bench, there was a hint of anger on his face.
"Are you here, sir?"
Cao Cao's questioning voice sounded.
"exist"
Xu Chu also pushed open the other door.
Cao Cao, whose hair and face were wet from the rain, and densely packed soldiers appeared.
"Prime Minister, this person is so rude. Even if we are acting presumptuously, he should not even say a word."
As a straightforward martial artist, Xu Chu didn't bother to hide his dissatisfaction.
“Don’t be rude”
Cao Cao scolded Xu Chu lightly.
"promise"
Xu Chu held his hands in frustration.
Cao Cao walked up the steps and saw Cao Yi, who looked less than twenty years old, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Before coming, he heard that there was a hermit in the Taihang Mountains, whose Qihuang skills were far superior to Hua Tuo's. I thought he was an old man with a bright head and a pale face, but he was bad at what he did.
Xu Chu suddenly let out a sigh and said, "Prime Minister, something seems wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
Cao Cao didn't notice anything unusual about Cao Yi.
Xu Chu took three steps and walked to a place more than ten feet away from Cao Yi. He suddenly turned around and said, "Prime Minister, look, the rain did not fall on this person at all."
After hearing this, Cao Cao came over and took a look, frowning slightly. When the rainwater was about to touch Mr. Cao, it would splash out, which was very weird.
"This person may really not be able to hear what I'm saying."
Looking at Cao Yi with his eyes closed, Xu Chu seemed to understand.
Cao Cao stroked his beard and said: "It seems that this person is more than just a person who is proficient in the art of discriminating yellow."
Time passed little by little.
noon.
The rain stopped, but Cao Yi still didn't wake up.
Xu Chu suggested: "Prime Minister, why not order the soldiers to carry this man back."
Cao Cao felt a little moved.
As the prime minister in charge of military and state affairs in the north, he is busy with government affairs and cannot stay here forever.
Seeing this, Xu Chu waved his hand and said, "Come here, take this person back."
A stout soldier walked over. When he was three feet away from Cao Yi, he seemed to have encountered an invisible wall.
I pushed with all my strength for a long time, my face turned red from exhaustion, and I couldn't break the three-foot distance.
"Back off"
Xu Chu frowned.
The soldier was already feeling furious. Hearing this, he immediately retreated.
Xu Chu stepped forward and pushed hard. There was nothing in front of him, but it was like an iron wall.
"Zhongkang retreats"
Cao Cao spoke.
Xu Chu, whose face was slightly red, retreated.
In a flash, another hour passed.
The sun is getting westward.
Xu Chu said: "It's better to come back another day."
Cao Cao hesitated.
"The Prime Minister can come on a fast horse the day after tomorrow."
Xu Chu added another sentence.
Cao Cao thought for a while and nodded: "This is the only way."
Then he said: "Get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Xu Chu took pen, ink, paper and inkstone from a soldier carrying a box.
Cao Cao quickly wrote a letter and handed it to Xu Chu: "Send it in."
Xu Chu took the letter into the shrine and came out soon.
"Walk"
Cao Cao and his party left Yuxu Temple and left marks along the way.
…
The next day, dusk.
The setting sun reflects the green branches on the ground, like a freehand painting.
Cao Yi, who was sitting on the stone bench, opened his eyes, and an inch-long light shot out from his eyes.
"It's already dusk"
Cao Yi muttered to himself, stood up, and returned to the shrine, where he happened to look at a letter placed on the futon.
Cao Yi walked over, picked it up, and opened it to take a look.
Cao Cao came and left again. Cao Cao came here so that he could save his youngest son Cang Shu, who was called the Elephant in primary school textbooks, and whose real name was Cao Chong.
"Save people, it's not a big problem"
Cao Yi put the letter aside.
Thinking that it was time to do evening lessons, I sat down cross-legged and started doing evening lessons.
Half an hour passed in a flash.
There was another fluctuation from Xiaotian.
Cao Yi got up, left the shrine, and soon came back.
At dawn, Cao Yi, who was reading a bunch of classics, suddenly wanted to sort out the treasures in his hands, so he took them out one by one.
The "Qintian Scroll" is still the same, a "Picture of the Waves in the Sea" and a "Picture of the True Dragon".
…
The time and space treasure box is still unusable.
Apart from allowing people to see the past, the Biangan Flower Stone Plate has no other functions. After Cao Yi input a little spiritual energy, he saw no change and casually threw it on the "Qintian Scroll".
There was another fluctuation from Xiaotian.
Cao Yi walked out.
The flower stone plate on the other side suddenly burst into red light, and then disappeared into the "Qintian Scroll" little by little.
Not long after, Cao Yi returned and his eyes fell on the Qintian scroll.
"this?"
I saw that a new picture appeared on the "Qintian Scroll", which was a red flower pattern.
There are two small seal characters on one side, which are a bit blurry, but you can barely make out the word "Huanyang".
Seeing these two words, the face of Xu Fu, who was killed once and then resurrected, appeared in Cao Yi's mind.
His expression changed a few times, and Cao Yi put his hand on the "Returning the Yang". It felt cold and bone-chilling, just like touching the erupting Yelu Zhigu.
At the same time, a message came into my mind.
It's about how to resurrect the dead.
Divided into three types:
The first one is to go back and forth in one life. If the caster does not have enough magic power, he can only replace the life of the deceased with his own life. If the magic power is strong, he can exchange the life of another person with the life of the deceased, provided that the other person is willing (for lovers and blood relatives).
The second type requires a small amount of blood from the deceased’s relatives as a primer and a living person as a container.
The third type is that the deceased uses a small amount of blood from their children as a guide to resurrect with non-flesh and blood bodies, such as clay sculptures and puppets. On the surface, they look the same as ordinary people, but have flaws. The clay body is afraid of water and the wooden body is afraid of fire, and can only survive for one day. Ji, that is, twelve years (high failure rate).
"This shouldn't be called Yang Returning, this should be called Yang Returning Forbidden Technique"
After a while, Cao Yi said to himself.
…
In the morning, the sky was clear and there was not a cloud in the sky. The sun was scorching the earth extremely hot. A gust of south wind blew up, rolling up a heat wave from the ground, making people feel suffocated. The weeds couldn't withstand the intense heat of the sun, and their leaves were rolled into thin strips.
On a mountain peak some distance away from the Taoist temple, Cao Yi put the long flute, which had been cracked due to repeated use, to his mouth and started blowing.
Soon, layers of heavy fog appeared all around, and trees one after another made a roaring sound. At first glance, they looked like waves.
Cao Yi practiced "Cang Hai Tide Song" here, but it caused trouble for Cao Cao who went up the mountain.
