"teacher!"

When Hong Yi saw Zhao Wuyou, who seemed to never get up from the recliner, he bowed and bowed.

Although I don’t know why Zhao Wuyou looks so familiar, Hong Yi still fulfilled his duties as a disciple very well.

"Xiao Sanyuan, the student has obtained it."

"Wouldn't the teacher say a little bit?"

After following Zhao Wuyou for several years, I knew that my teacher was unstable and could not guess his ideas, but he was a very kind person, so it was nothing big to make some jokes.

Therefore, Hong Yi has a bit of a silly voice.

This is also the trend of becoming a family now. Seeing that Zhao Wuyou is no longer out of reach, but a feeling of being a leader and being the best.

A barrier in my heart has been removed, so I will naturally become more and more ordinary.

Aware of this trend, Zhao Wuyou only had smiles and joy in his eyes. What made him really happy was naturally not that Hong Yi got the little Sanyuan, but that he completely escaped from his shadow and took a solid step on the avenue.

"You, you are thinking about the teacher's things, but this time I won't give you what you want!"

Zhao Wuyou moved his big hand, and an ancient long sword made of red copper, fine gold and Shouyang bronze fell in front of Hong Yi.

"I happened to have new gains recently, and this is definitely a good thing for you!"

Before Zhao Wuyou's words could be finished, the long sword seemed to be spiritual, so it soared into the air and headed towards Hong Yi. It circled around Hong Yi, and finally landed on Hong Yi's right hand like a well-behaved puppy.

"Such spirituality!"

"Panhuang Life Sword?"

Hong Yi's eyes suddenly became bright. Looking at the magic sword, he grabbed it and suddenly felt the illusion of blood being connected.

He naturally knew that this was a false feeling, but in fact it was another reason, which represented the incomparable fit between him and this magic sword!

I was just wanting some interesting gadgets in Zhao Wuyou's hand, but I never expected that he would get such a magic weapon. This was an unexpected surprise.

He had no intention of refusing, and knew that Zhao Wuyou's cultivation had long exceeded his demand for artifacts, but he still bowed and bowed three times.

"Thank you for your kind gift!"

Zhao Wuyou just waved his hand.

"What a great gift? It's just a scattered object you get occasionally. Now that you haven't really practiced, I'll give you a seal of Qiankun to warm up this sword and you can surprise you in the future!"

A little bit of spiritual light fell on Hong Yi's wrist, and then a thought was integrated into his sea of ​​consciousness, and the method of manipulating and collecting was soon understood by Hong Yi.

He did not pay much attention to the Holy Emperor treasure in his hand. Hong Yi deliberately went back and then slowly worked it in. With a move of his wrist, he put the Panhuang Life Sword into the Qiankun Method.

"You also know that you will go to Wuwen Hou Mansion to see your father tomorrow..."

"Although he has removed your name from the genealogy, he is indeed straightforward and unrestrained!"

Zhao Wuyou didn't care about Hong Yi's actions. It was just an ordinary thing that he had won the small three yuan. Instead, he went to Wuwen Hou Mansion this time, and the real crisis was everywhere.

It's not a trivial matter that can be easily escaped.

Even if Hong Yi is no longer on the Hong family tree, he is still Hong Xuanji's son.

With Hong Xuanji's status and strength, even if he killed his parents in Wuwen Hou Mansion, he would only be accused of being an "tiger poisonous child". As for the rest of the actual damage, it is difficult to have.

The old farmer's great achievements and perfection were just laying the supreme foundation for Hong Yi. His body was almost flawless and his spirit and will were crystal clear.

Ordinary martial arts masters can naturally be beaten back by him with one punch and one palm, but when they face Hong Xuanji, who has long been a master of human immortals, it is meaningless just an ant with more powerful strength.

"This is just a trivial matter, how can the teacher pay attention to?"

Hong Yi chuckled lightly, without much worry, Zhao Wuyou nodded without surprise.

"If you are prepared, I won't talk much. Besides, the people from the Prince Zhao's mansion are not the ones Wu Wenhou can move!"

Without saying anything, the two of them communicated without saying anything, and they spent a long time together. Hong Yi naturally understood what Zhao Wuyou meant and bowed again. Zhao Wuyou asked him to go back and rest by himself.

Seven days later, the spring exam will be, and today there is not much rest time. Zhao Wuyou naturally cannot take all of it, not to mention that there are Tiezhu and friends like Xiao Mu need to reminisce about the past.

Although Hong Yi has a clear mind about the exam, he still needs to understand the recent trend of the court, even if he writes a lot of flowers and is too far away from the authorities, it will be just an ordinary score.

The great way is not far away, and it is close to people and modern times. This is the true way of sages.

As for Wu Wen Hou Mansion, he went to pay homage to Hong Xuanji...

Hong Yi has beaten this matter countless times, and with the Panhuang Life Sword, he is even more powerful.

The breeze rolled up Hong Yi's long hair, and it also revealed the brilliance in his eyes!

It is as clear as a mountain spring, without any impurities.

The more such a person is, the clearer the goal is, and it will be truly difficult to deal with.

Hong Yi's current spirit and behavior have begun to approach the state of not exceeding the rules after the sages established their way.

"I really want to know how broken the Taoist heart will be after you call yourself a master of Neo-Confucianism when you see Hong Yi who is no less than the sages of various sages?"

Zhao Wuyou's lips outlined a smile.

He deliberately saved Meng Bingyun back then, but he was still unable to take shape.

Just because he had realized that Meng Bingyun's death was not something that could be caused by gossip, her soul and thoughts had long been corrupted.

The so-called poison and the so-called qi words are just introductions.

Only when the great power of the Supreme Taoist Tao is completely destroyed is the real root of death.

Otherwise, a saint can get married without Taoism. Is it really a good role to be with the Supreme Tao?

Hong Xuanji and Meng Shenji are both the driving forces that make Meng Bingyun die, and Mrs. Zhao is just the lead.

...

March 14th.

It is advisable to: sacrifice, pray for blessings, consecration, seek heirs, and fasting and offering sacrifices.

Taboos: opening a market, digging ground, digging wells, and opening a pond.

For the huge Wu Wen Hou Mansion on this day, many people felt a depressing atmosphere as soon as they opened their eyes.

Some of them even went out early to see the situation was not good, preparing to hide outside for a few days.

Especially the children of Mrs. Hong Xuanji and Mrs. Third Lady have this idea. If Mrs. Zhao hadn't asked a few questions indifferently, I'd be afraid that these younger generations would have been clean.

Who doesn't know the grudge between Hong Yi and Mrs. Zhao who were going to visit the mansion today? His mother died indirectly at the hands of Mrs. Zhao.

Hong Xuanji's impression of Hong Yi has always been dispensable.

However, this time, Hong Xuanji, who adheres to the family line between father and son, came to the house, and it is not easy for him to reject such filial piety.

For many servants, this time returning home to pay homage is even more of a torture.
Chapter completed!