"How far is far?"
The boy's eyes sparkled and he was full of curiosity about the outside world.
Zhou Yi asked back: "Where is the farthest place you have ever been?"
The boy thought about it for a long time and then said: "It takes more than ten days to go to my grandpa's house by carriage."
"It's ten times farther than that."
When Zhou Yi returned to Qianjing this time, he did not deliberately reveal his traces or be sneaky.
The True Monarch of the Golden Core is capable of traveling across the Nine Continents, not to mention his escape speed is comparable to that of the Yuan Ying Ancestor, which is enough to allow Zhou Yi to return home in an upright manner.
Of course, do your divination before coming!
Signed.
There may be surprises on this trip.
Zhou Yi didn't care about the surprise and planned to rest in Qianjing for a while before setting off to the East China Sea to find the sect.
The boy has a wrinkled face and can count on his fingers how far it is ten times.
There was another movement on the wall, and a little girl's head was revealed, wearing braids. She was obviously relieved after seeing the boy. Looking at the changes in the courtyard, he looked horrified and went down the ladder.
Zhou Yi frowned slightly, then shook his head gently.
After a while.
A middle-aged voice came from outside the door: "Chen Jing pays homage to the Taoist Priest."
"come in."
Zhou Yi waved his hand and the courtyard door opened by itself.
Chen Jing looked solemn, took care of his clothes, followed by the little girl from before, and held his hands after entering the hospital.
"The dog is young and ignorant. If you bump into the Taoist priest, please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter."
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I have been in seclusion for a long time, and when I see a child, I feel childlike in my heart. Just don't be weird, Master Chen."
Chen Jing said: "This is Quanzi's honor."
When the boy saw his father coming, he first showed fear, and then saw his father's respectful look. He somehow gained strength. He took a sip of the teacup in his little hand and imitated Zhou Yi's tone.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
"Hahaha!"
Zhou Yi laughed heartily when he heard this and said: "Such a gifted and intelligent person, don't criticize him too harshly on weekdays, just look at his face..."
Chen Jing's face tightened. He hoped that his son would have a bright future, but he was also afraid that the Taoist would say something shocking.
"It's just mediocre. I'm destined to have little success in this life. It's better to arrange less homework and be carefree, rich and happy."
The boy clapped his hands happily when he heard this. He just saw the Taoist getting closer and closer, wishing he could change with his father.
"Thank you, Taoist Master."
Chen Jing's voice was inevitably filled with bitterness. Anyone who said his son had no future would be like this.
On the contrary, the little girl next to me was quite unconvinced and said: "If a person's success in this life is determined by his face, then no matter what book he studies or what imperial examination he takes, he can just look at his face!"
"That makes sense."
Zhou Yi nodded in approval. It was already extremely remarkable for a teenage girl to have such knowledge.
The little girl thought that the Taoist would retort and talk about some Taoist classics to prove his appearance. Unexpectedly, she nodded in agreement, and for a while her anger was rising.
Chen Jing was shocked. The senior officials in the Xianfeng Division were all kind and gentle on the surface, but in reality they were cruel and ruthless. They quickly bowed and apologized.
"My little girl doesn't know the rules, Taoist Master Wan Wang will forgive her."
"She was right, so why should she apologize?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "If Master Chen has to make a difficult decision in the future, you can listen to your daughter's ideas... A dragon's eyes and a phoenix's neck are so precious that they cannot be described in words."
The second half of the sentence was not spoken aloud, but was transmitted into a secret voice, only ringing in Chen Jing's ears.
Chen Jing was half happy and half worried when he heard this. He didn't know how to describe it for a moment: "The Taoist priest doesn't know something..."
Zhou Yi thought for a moment and said: "But my ancestor's bloodline is extraordinary, so his appearance is a disaster."
"The Taoist Master is truly a divine man!"
Chen Jing said helplessly: "The ancestors of the Chen family can be traced back to the founding of the People's Republic of China. According to the genealogy records, because the Holy Queen's clan died in the war, the Holy Emperor's three sons were changed from Li to Chen Yanmian's clan."
"There is such a connection!"
Zhou Yi sighed. No wonder he saw that the little girl was kind-hearted. She pondered for a moment and waved her hands to spread the light.
The aura fell within the little girl's body, and her original charming appearance quickly faded away, her sharp and intelligent temperament disappeared, and she turned into an ordinary girl.
Chen Jing noticed the change in his daughter and bowed deeply to thank her: "Master Taoist, I am grateful for your kindness."
Even if hundreds of years have passed, the Chen family will rely on the legacy of their ancestors. No matter who becomes the emperor, they will take more care of them, and there will be no shortage of glory and wealth. In contrast, the families of those who felt that His Highness was unlucky back then had already declined through generations of struggle.
Zhou Yi said: "Please, Master Chen, please look for some historical books. From the end of the Holy Emperor... Fengyang Kingdom to the present day, the more detailed the records, the better."
Chen Jing promised repeatedly that the Chen family library contained many official histories, and sent people to the good family to borrow the original copies.
After another conversation, he said goodbye and left.
at night.
Zhou Yi did not meditate or practice martial arts, nor did he understand the thunder method. After setting up the warning formation, he lay on the bed and slept undressed.
The next morning, the sun rose three poles high.
"call--"
"I feel so comfortable, and my body seems a little lighter."
"How many years has it been since I had such a pure sleep? One hundred years, three hundred years, or five hundred years?"
Zhou Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched his limbs, got up from the bed, fetched water and washed himself, without casting any spells like a mortal.
Open the courtyard door.
There were many people standing outside, holding, carrying, or carrying stacks of books.
Chen Jing waited outside the door for a long time. When he saw the door opened, he said: "Taoist priest, I was busy all night yesterday and found hundreds of history books. Most of them are official histories, and there are also many unofficial histories. They are more interesting to read than official histories." some."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zhou Yi waved his hand, put all the books into the storage bag, and said: "I just made the porridge, would you like a bowl, layman?"
"my pleasure."
Chen Jing ordered the housekeeper not to let any rumors spread among his servants, and cautiously stepped into the courtyard.
"A layman doesn't need to look like this. A poor Taoist is just an ordinary monk."
Zhou Yi filled two bowls of porridge, took out the ginseng pickles pickled hundreds of years ago, and said with a smile: "There are many cultivators in the capital, especially those in the direction of the palace. Their auras are undisguised. Master Chen should have heard of it." A lot."
"To be honest with Taoist Master, the Chen family still has the Guiyuan Gong passed down from their ancestors."
Chen Jing took a sip of the porridge and said: "It's a pity that these two generations of clansmen are not living up to expectations and have no spiritual roots..."
Before he finished speaking, two streaks of blood flowed from his nose. The spiritual porridge made from 500-year-old ginseng filled Chen Jingbu's energy and blood with just one bite.
Chen Jing quickly put down the bowl and began to use his internal energy to soothe his qi and blood. Each time he circulated his internal energy, his internal qi increased by one point.
Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head. At that time, the theory of immortality was like a top secret.
Some casual cultivators have been searching for decades and find it difficult to enter. The world has undergone drastic changes in the past hundreds of years. The theory of monks and spiritual roots is no longer a secret in the eyes of nobles. Ordinary people can tell a few rumors about immortals.
He randomly took out a history book from his storage bag, and it was called "Secret Records of the Holy Emperor". Just by hearing the name, you knew it was an unofficial history.
After turning a few pages, it turned out to be true.
The book records the family history of Holy Emperor Li Ye, from his exile in northern Xinjiang to his ascension to the throne. The description is extremely detailed and even records many conversations, as if the person who wrote the book was witnessing it.
The history books are more like storybooks, attributing all the reasons why Holy Emperor Li Hongneng ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor to the "Mountain and River Cauldron".
The author adds a lot of mythological color to the Mountain and River Cauldron, one of the Three Treasures of Fengyang, which runs through the entire history book and is equivalent to the Holy Emperor's golden finger.
The book repeatedly mentions a sentence, "It is destiny that the tripod falls in the northern border." This is used to prove that this writing is true, but it criticizes those official histories for covering up history.
Zhou Yi read it with gusto. As a person who experienced it, he felt inexplicably happy to see later generations writing down the events of that year.
“Fun and fun!”
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