Chen Zhuo’s idea is good.

If Tianlong only has one extraordinary realm, facing a powerful foreign enemy, he will still be alone in his arms.

But if there are two extraordinary realm powerhouses, they will be completely different.

Just like the wedding of Xu Ling and Wang Buren in southern Xinjiang that day, if there were only women in palace clothes, they would not have hurt Wang Buren at all.

"Feel sorry."

Xu Yi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Bai Wang, I can wait, but time can't wait."

Chen Zhuo trembled all over: "How long will it take?"

"Less than half a year."

Xu Yi's four words made Chen Zhuo's body shaking.

The time is too short.

It's so despairing.

He is only at the sixth level of Grandmaster, and has been blocked in this realm for twenty-five years!

All of them became a demon because of his wife's death.

Whether Chen Zhuo can break through the inner demon is still unknown. Even if he breaks through, how can he break through from the sixth-grade master realm to the extraordinary realm in less than half a year?

Some people will find it difficult to break from the sixth grade to the seventh grade throughout their lives!

"What are your plans next?" Chen Zhuo asked bitterly.

"breakthrough."

Xu Yi said without hesitation: "Breaking through the extraordinary realm as soon as possible seems to be a step away, but it is the road to refining the heart. This is something that no external force can help, and I can only rely on myself, so I will find a place where no one knows and take a journey of refining the heart."

"Southern Xinjiang..."

"Cangmang Prayer and Tianyuan, the war between the Three Kingdoms will continue for some time. During this period, there will be no problem in southern Xinjiang."

Xu Yi bowed: "Black King, by goodbye, I should have already broken through."

Chen Zhuo clasped his fists solemnly and bowed slightly: "I wish you all the best, Tianlong, it's up to you."

After finishing the call with Chen Zhuo, Xu Yi contacted Nanjiang and told them that he was about to disappear for a while, so that they could keep their usual steps and move forward calmly.

After going down the mountain, Xu Yi walked over and arrived in front of the driver.

"Meet the King of Southern."

The driver quickly saluted excitedly, knelt down with a plop, and then his face changed again and again.

Xu Yi smiled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

The driver was so painful that tears were almost flowing out.

Xu Yi helped him up and patted him gently on the shoulder.

Suddenly, the driver felt a gentle energy sweeping over, and his numb legs instantly recovered.

"King Xie Nan." The driver thanked him with joy.

Xu Yi asked: "Is there a map? Tianlong Map."

"Ah? Oh, yes! King Nan, please wait a moment."

The driver quickly opened the co-pilot, searched in the drawer for a while, and took out a wrinkled drawing.

Although it is a bit dilapidated, the Tianlong Jiuzhou is clearly printed on it.

Xu Yi turned his back, closed his eyes, and said, "You can just take the map and open it. As for holding it upright, holding it upside down, it's OK."

Although the driver didn't understand what Xu Yi wanted to do, he still did it obediently.

After thinking about it, I picked up the map diagonally: "King Nan, I'll take it."

The next second, a blade of grass pierced through the map like an arrow.

Before the driver could react, Xu Yi had already turned around and looked at a small hole like a needle on the map.

Then, Xu Yi took out a piece of gold from his pocket, handed it to the driver, and took the map over: "This is the purchase of your map and the travel expenses you sent me here, go back."

"King of the South..."

The driver's hands were trembling.

This money is the expenses for a family of four in the second half of the year.

"Go." Xu Yi smiled.

The driver focused his attention: "King Xie Nan, goodbye Nan!"

After a while, watching the vehicle leaving, Xu Yi stepped out in a certain direction and disappeared.

...

Jingzhou, Qi Province, Rumeng County.

This place is close to the boundary of Yangzhou, and the misty rain is filled with the wind from the south of the Yangtze River.

The Nostalgic Street is a simple and quiet street, with bluestone paved in a staggered manner, carrying the breath of time.

The blue bricks and green tiles, the small bridges and flowing water, and the black-sailed boat slowly passed by, drawing peace year after year.

The southern Xinjiang is fighting every year, and almost all good men go to the battlefield.

Jingzhou and Yizhou Jiaozhou are the same, and nine out of ten households have no children.

This situation was improved after the people of various countries moved to Tianlong.

Guitu, Qimu, Lie, and the people of the Three Kingdoms exceeded 3 billion, and the northern and Youzhous could not accommodate them all, so some of them migrated to the boundaries of Yizhou and Jingzhou.

Rows of low brick and tile houses in Huagu Street welcome new residents.

This cold street became lively again.

An old man with white hair suddenly appeared in the corner of the street and bought a house. His favorite thing to do every day is to sit on a chair in front of the house, smoke cigarettes, watch the people coming and going of the bridge in front of the door, watch the river of hatred flowing slowly eastward, watch the children laugh and play, watch the vendors shouting, and watch the old men and mothers buying vegetables, and are petty.

The sun rises, the sun sets.

Three months passed slowly.

The old man is alone, but not withdrawn.

The neighbors around are already familiar with each other, and they can talk a few times when passing by.

A group of elderly people can get together to drink tea, chess and play mahjong, and they can play for an afternoon.

When a child passes by, he calls him Grandpa Nan, and he will smile kindly, take out a handful of candies from his pocket, and give them one or two pieces to the children.

A full moon hangs in the air.

The old man sat in front of the house, staring at the moon with deep eyes, and his eyes were dazed.

She was wearing a white dress and a peerless face. She was walking towards her with a smile.

"White clothes..." the old man whispered.

"Lao Nan! Why don't you come for dinner? What a big basket of steamed pork, you won't get any good luck!"

A bald old man shook the fan, carried a teapot in the other hand, and walked over with a sway, sitting on the threshold and muttering: "My granddaughter finally came back, but the wife was willing to cook it for food. Don't even think about it..."

His name is Qiude, and he is known as Qiu Old Man. He is a native of Tianlong. He worked hard all his life, but he lived a comfortable life.

The family is actually not poor, but my wife has saved her whole life and is used to it. She just needs to eat some meat on weekdays and wants to save the money for her granddaughter as a dowry.

Qiude's son is a soldier from southern Xinjiang. He died in southern Xinjiang sixteen years ago.

The daughter-in-law ran away after giving birth to her granddaughter and has not yet seen her.

The old couple did not favor boys over girls, so they raised their granddaughter and even let their granddaughter go to school.

Now the seventeen-year-old granddaughter is beautiful and has a good academic performance, which makes the old couple very happy. They will pull out their granddaughter to praise everyone they meet.

Xu Yi closed his eyes and casually penetrated a hole on the map. The hole fell in Jingzhou, Qi Province, and Rumeng County.

So, Xu Yi is here.

His face is well known and can be recognized wherever he goes.

But Baiyi taught him the disguise technique, and combined with his white hair, he simply disguised himself as an old man.

"Your family is reunited, why are you joining in the fun?" Xu Yi said with a smile.

Old man Qiu glared: "What's there? Just a pair of extra bowls and chopsticks. You are a knowledgeable person. If you invite you to a meal, teach me more about my granddaughter, I will make a profit."

Xu Yi never said that he had knowledge.

But no matter what identity he disguises as or person, things in temperament are difficult to change.

In every move, there was a sense of calmness, among the ordinary old men, he stood out.

Moreover, he also taught his neighbors' children to read and recite poems.
Chapter completed!