"Brother left?"

"In such a hurry?"

When the Fourth Prince learned the news of the Crown Prince's departure, he was extremely surprised, because he actually already knew that the Crown Prince came to Zhongzhou specifically for another secret purpose besides the "Ode to the Great Peng" and the Qiong Yu siblings, and he came here for this purpose.

The leader of all the famous people in the world, the Drunken Hermit, who once called himself the unparalleled, lived in seclusion here with two other good friends.

He is the person admired by scholars all over the world, but he is arrogant and conceited. The prince has offended many noble families because his own foundation is not solid enough, so he hopes to get the recognition of scholars from humble backgrounds and invites these three to come out of retirement. However, these three look down on the prince. The fourth prince has deduced that his brother will inevitably fail this time.

But I didn't expect him to leave so quickly and in such a hurry.

The Fourth Prince pondered and paced back and forth in his own courtyard.

His fingers tapped lightly on a jade token.

"It seems that the 'assault' a few days ago did cause substantial damage to my brother."

"What Zhou Nuchang said is correct."

"My brother, there must be something wrong with his luck... Well, the person who killed Zhou Nuchang left a message that was written by an old friend from Jinzhou. In other words, the matter of Jinzhou has also been exposed. Over the years, the affairs of Jinzhou have been kept secret by all the major families in the world, because they also serve as officials in the court and need the emperor's imperial decree to mobilize their luck."

"However, the resentment of the people is hard to measure. There are those who disregard everything for the sake of profit, and there will naturally be those who risk their lives for justice. When the world changes, there will definitely be differences."

"My brother's position is no longer stable."

The fourth prince paced for a long time, closed his eyes for a long time, and made a decision.

"Someone come."

"Return to Beijing!"

The Fourth Prince, who was always gentle and peaceful, had a calm look in his eyes:

"Also bring along the files on the prince's recent actions."

"When the time is right, follow me to visit the former great general of the Black Armor Army."

"You three gentlemen can invite me again someday. But my brother's position is unstable now. This may be the only chance in a few years. We must check it out."

…

"What? Fourth brother left too?"

"Interesting, interesting."

The Seventh Prince's reaction was completely different. He just laughed out loud and said, "What is this? This is just a warning to the enemy. It's just killing a Qianlong Guard, but it has such a big reaction. It seems that my brother has a big reaction to the matter of [Old Friend from Jinzhou]. It's quite interesting, quite interesting."

The Seventh Prince stroked his chin.

He is upright and rough.

He was sent to the border before the current emperor ascended the throne, and knew very little about what happened back then. But now he was interested, so he ordered: "Go and check what happened in Jinzhou?"

"What should we do? Hahaha, of course we should pack our bags and go back together!"

"Zhongzhou is naturally good, but I can't go with my brothers from the Wuxun family to watch beautiful women singing and dancing, play polo, or practice with swords. Although it's pleasant to see the prosperity every day, holding a sword, wearing armor, and riding a horse on the grassland is what we human men should do."

"You have never seen horses galloping in the desert, watched the sun rotate, and the narrow gap between heaven and earth. You have never felt thirsty like swallowing charcoal, picked a kind of grass that looks like a cup, tore a hole and tilted your neck to drink clear water with the taste of bean pods, and then saw the women of other ethnic groups holding pottery jars on their heads and twisting their waists to work in the oasis."

"I have never seen us holding our swords on our saddles and laughing and greeting each other, while those foreign women who are friendly to humans are laughing and singing."

"Then you won't know."

"The shyness of that woman with a tanned face as she brought the pottery jar and water with a smile was even more touching than the courtesan in Zhongzhou City."

"Zhongzhou has the best zither players, but they are not as good as the songs I heard at the border, which use the rhythm of swords hitting saddles. Although I don't understand such songs, they are more to my liking than the graceful and elegant tunes of Zhongzhou!"

The rough-looking and seemingly most shallow-rooted Seventh Prince laughed loudly and said:

"Let's go back to the capital, and then turn back to the border."

"My eldest brother went back in a hurry, fearing that something had happened. This is the [Fighting Machine]. My fourth brother also went back, which means that this matter is profitable. Whether it is to join in the fun or to take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail the two brothers, it is extremely beneficial."

"No matter who comes to power, they will always need my help to protect the country."

"Neither of them should be a coward like my uncle, who disregards the border and the people for the sake of the throne!"

The Seventh Prince frowned slightly, spitted, and shouted, "Since you are enjoying the support of the people, you should be at the forefront at the critical moment. In the matter of Jinzhou, you actually ordered the cavalry not to advance. Humph, if I knew about this, I would take the Seven Star Sword and hit him hard, knock him off the throne, and then behead him with a single sword as a sacrifice for the people!!"

"I will do it even if it costs me my life."

"It's nothing more than an assassination of the king."

"I'm afraid my father also knows my character."

"Just before the Jinzhou incident broke out, they sent me to the border to practice martial arts and military formations with the teachers, right?"

"Forget it, forget it. We can just watch this good show from the sidelines."

“I’m back!”

The Seventh Prince stood up, his eyes slightly lowered, like a heavy sword coming out of its sheath. This was the commander of this generation of military strategists. When he was sixteen years old, he defeated his teacher, the commander of the previous generation of military strategists. When the old man handed over the position of the leader of the military situation to him, he had done a divination and never told him. He only sighed and regretted the fate of his disciple.

This is a man who is destined to fight on the battlefield, but is destined never to die on the battlefield.

…

"Seventh Brother, Fourth Brother, and the Crown Prince are all gone."

"Ah, I finally feel relieved... That's great..."

The young King of Qin breathed a sigh of relief and sent his brothers away with regret and reluctance on his face. When he returned, he felt relieved and completely at ease.

I am sad to say goodbye.

Hey, I was pretending.

Finally you are leaving. Goodbye. I won’t see you off.

I returned to the courtyard where I was staying temporarily, ran to my sister's place and rubbed the stove. I was tired of writing papers, so I didn't behave properly. I tilted my neck back and stared at the drooping decoration in a daze. Suddenly I said, "Sister, do you think the teacher did this?"

Qiong Yu lowered her eyes: "Hmm?"

"Why do you say that?"

The young King of Qin bit a pen in his mouth and said, "It seems that the only one who is related to Jinzhou and so unfathomable is the teacher." He paused and then added, "If he doesn't move, it's fine. But if he moves, the whole world will be shocked, causing a great stir in the world and frightening the princes. I think the teacher can do such a thing."

Li Qiongyu was quiet for a while, then asked, "So what do you think we should do next?"

The young King Qin said, "I don't know."

"I think it's better to retreat now. If you are brave enough, you can go to the capital to take advantage of the situation."

He sighed, "But where is the teacher now?"

"he?"

Li Qiongyu said calmly: "It should be a place where he can relax."

Among the mountains, there were sounds of laughter.

"Alright! Go, go, go!"

“Ahhhh!”

It was a cheering voice. Although it was a childish voice, one could hear the endless joy in it. The young Taoist sat on a rock at one side, watching the little peacock and the little medicine spirit playing together. The place where the Qianlong Guard was killed was not very far from here. After Qi Wuhuo concealed the secret, he came here to visit the little medicine spirit.

It was Yao Ling who dragged out the little peacock egg back then.

Then it was given to Qi Wuhuo, which is how this little peacock was able to have the good fortune it has today.

Perhaps it is because of this reason that the little peacock Qi Yuntun, who is still very immature and understands everything in the world in terms of "whether it can be eaten", "whether it tastes good" and "how to eat it", is extremely close to this little medicine spirit, and even allows the little medicine spirit to lie on his back, then spreads his wings facing the wind with a solemn expression.

The little medicine spirit also looked solemn.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The little peacock spread its wings, stretched its legs against the wind, and ran forward swayingly.

It is still too young to fly.

Still lazy.

So he had to run with Little Yaoling on his back, just like a running chicken. But despite this, Little Yaoling and Little Peacock still had a lot of fun playing together. They fell down, were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, hugged each other, and laughed together.

The young Taoist sat under a pine tree and slowly tuned his zither.

The sound of the piano was like the sound of pine waves. After the killing, his expression was still calm, but he needed to do something to calm his mind completely. The sound of the piano was solemn at first, then became slow, and finally like waves, flowing under the green pines, extremely soothing and peaceful, faintly like the mysterious Taoism, attracting the two little guys to listen quietly.

Xiao Yaoling stood up and picked up a stone, then sat on the stone, supporting his chin with both hands and listening carefully.

The little peacock couldn't do it, so he could only squat beside obediently, also looking like he was listening very carefully, saying wow, you play it really well, no, it's done so beautifully, no, it's played so beautifully.

Although it can't understand.

When the song ended, Xiao Yaoling clapped his hands hard and hummed to express his admiration.

Then he jumped up, placed a pine nut he had saved in the palm of the young Taoist, patted his palms to express his admiration, and then put the young Taoist's palms together, sat on the guqin, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, with an expression that said thank you for your hard work.

The young Taoist smiled slightly, put the pine nuts away, and said, "Thank you very much."

"Here is some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

He took out the osmanthus cake and gave it to Little Peacock and Little Yaoling.

When he played the piano again, there was a burst of noise. The strings were broken. After all, this piano was given to him by Li Puyu at the foot of Helian Mountain. It was used by Li Puyu to practice playing the piano. It could not withstand the flow of Yuan Qi, nor could it withstand the Taoist's playing of the strings. Finally, it broke. Qi Wuhuo felt regretful. When he tried to repair it, he suddenly heard a burst of noise.

The little peacock also reacted the next moment and turned his head away.

The feathers on his head shook.

Only the little Yaoling still knew nothing and was fighting hard while holding the osmanthus cake.

Qi Wuhuo sensed a cry and a call for help, so he stood up and walked over. After identifying them, he swept his sleeves and pulled the little medicine spirit and the little peacock back with his innate Qi. He put them into his sleeves temporarily to avoid being attacked by a feint to the east, and then went straight to the direction where the cry for help came from.

Yue Shiru staggered.

He was injured. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his abdomen. He could vaguely feel that his ribs seemed to be broken. His own vital energy circulated, and he forced his body to move quickly in the forest at a speed faster than that of a warrior. The magic sword in his hand had been broken, and there were still wisps of black aura entangled in the broken place, which emitted a faint foul smell.

His breathing became somewhat uncontrollable.

In the mountains and forests, no figure pursuing them could be seen.

But Yue Shiru could confirm that the guy was following him, and if he relaxed for a moment he would be in disaster. He had no choice but to move forward while calling for help, and walked towards narrow places. Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew in front of him, and a round boulder that was two meters high was smashing towards him at a very fast speed.

Yue Shiru's expression changed slightly.

His talismans had been used up. As a Taoist who possessed all three talents, he needed to set up an altar and perform rituals for all kinds of methods.

There was no time to react to the sudden stone attack.

He took the Seven Star Steps and managed to avoid it to the side. He tried to use the sword in his hand to move the boulder like flowing water. However, it was not possible to move a huge object with only four ounces of strength. The moment the sword touched the boulder, Yue Shiru felt an enormous force directly rebounding to his body. He could not hold the magic sword anymore and was thrown out by the shock.

Immediately, a burst of extremely piercing laughter that did not sound like a human voice was heard.

A black shadow about three meters high rushed towards Yue Shiru, accompanied by a burst of black and foul smell. Yue Shiru was filled with despair and just said "I'm done for" but was waiting to die. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept over and the tall black shadow was swept away by the energy.

Yue Shiru was startled for a moment, then his eyes were filled with ecstasy, and he said, "I am Yue Shiru, a disciple of the Taoist sect. I wonder which senior from my Taoist sect is here. I would like to pay my respects to you!" While paying his respects, he looked around and saw a young Taoist priest, about sixteen years old, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with delicate features, holding a broken-stringed zither in his arms, standing between the mountains and rivers, with a dignified demeanor.

Just as he was curious about where the young master was, the black shadow suddenly roared, and with great force shook open the innate Qi that was blocking him.

Yue Shiru's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted hurriedly: "Senior, be careful, this thing is a mandrill."

"For some reason, the miasma, demonic energy and evil spirits in the mountains and rivers have been increasing day by day in recent days, almost several times more than before!"

"All kinds of weird things have happened!"

"Devilish miasma and demons combined to form this thing. It's neither a demon nor a spirit, but a monster. It has thick skin and flesh, and is extremely difficult to deal with!"

He shouted to Qi Wuhuo again: "Little brother, retreat quickly and leave it to your master to deal with it!"

The baboon was already killing the young man at a very fast speed. Yue Shiru saw that he seemed unable to dodge and was afraid that he would die, so he rushed to pick up the sword, but he saw that the young Taoist priest held the zither in one hand and raised the other hand. He just made a finger gesture and stabbed his finger directly forward. In an instant, Yue Shiru seemed to feel his breathing stagnate, and it felt like the air in front of him was sucked away -

The majestic winds gather together.

The mandrill, which was filled with turbid and evil spirits, was swept away by the strong wind again before it could get close. It was then thrown out fiercely and hit the mountain directly. The mountain seemed to move, causing rocks to roll down and hit the mandrill, making a loud rumbling sound.

Yet it felt no pain, no matter how dead or alive it was. It raised its head and roared, shaking off the debris from the rocks. It summoned its spirit and rushed forward to kill again.

Qi Wuhuo was slightly surprised.

He immediately remembered Yue Shiru's words, raised his right hand, and thunder exploded between his fingers.

The most masculine and the most masculine.

It is the inspiration from the Five Thunder Judge Seal of Zhongtian Beiji Exorcism Institute.

Press forward slightly and say——

"thunder."

The thunder was extremely violent. It exploded violently with just one strike and penetrated naturally.

With one breath, he blasted the mandrill to pieces.

Still as if unwilling to give up, it spread in the void for several feet, illuminating the surrounding area with a dim light, except for the brilliant thunder.

The blazing white reached its limit, and even a hint of bluish-purple light could be seen.

The few remaining breaths in this world slowly dissipate.

Yue Shiru was so dazzled that his eyes went blank. He was about to say that this thing was extremely difficult to deal with and ordinary thunder methods would hardly be effective, but then he saw this scene. The mandrill that had been chasing him for nearly a hundred miles without killing him but just playing with him turned into nothingness under this thunder. The firelight was still lingering in front of his eyes. The heat wave in the void spread and even the air seemed to be distorted.

Yue Shiru felt dry mouth and tongue.

Terrified.

What kind of thunder magic is this!

It’s even more powerful than the direct teachings of Dao Sect’s Shenxiao Mountain?

His mind was beating wildly, but he saw Qi Wuhuo turning around and looking at him. He quickly stepped forward and bowed, calming himself down, and said:

"I am Yue Shiru, a disciple of Luoxia Peak of Dao Sect. I am honored to meet you, the real person!"