Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 60
Three days passed.

This is already the last time for the great Confucian from the capital to visit.

Therefore, Wei Yi came to the hall early after finishing his morning class and internally practicing Taiyin.

however.

After all, he was one step too late.

By the time he came to the living room, things seemed to have settled down.

Beside Wang Mingli and that adult, there stood a young man with an excited face.

If it's not the son of the Wang family, who is it?

It's just that at this time, the prince is wearing a long robe, and he looks like a literati.

At this moment, Wang Mingli clasped his fists together, and said with a smile on his face:
"Since that's the case, I'm going to ask you, sir."

"Sir, please take the dog to the capital to settle down first. I still have some things to deal with."

"When the processing is over, I must return to Beijing as soon as possible to assist the prince!"

Hear his last please.

The eldest son Wang Shoude's face was full of excitement, and even laughed if it wasn't for someone here.

Not just him.

At this moment, the Confucian man also showed a smile on his face, like spring breeze turning into rain:
"Hehehehe... Wang Sheren must be so polite. From now on, we are also standing on the same front."

"This old man will definitely send Young Master Ling safely, and arrange everything in the capital as soon as possible."

"The old man is waiting for the good news from Wang Sheren in the capital."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qian waved his big sleeves and walked away.

Although his age is not low.

But seeing him blushing at this moment, he was very proud of the result.

Hey, send all your only sons to Beijing.

This means that you have to completely bind yourself to the prince's chariot.

This is the only son of the Wang family.

In this day and age, this is even more important than that proton.

This means that his prince has a special status.

Everyone knows that this Wang Sheren is capable, but who dares to move?
Which one is still alive at the top, whoever moves at this time will expose himself, so one by one stands still.

Only the prince is special and has a special blood relationship, so he is qualified to invite this person from the Prince's Mansion.

To tell the truth.

Although he is a great Confucian, he still has various trade-offs when it comes to court struggles, and he is absolutely hard to match Wang Mingli.

Seeing the eldest son of the Wang family happily walking towards the inner house, Wei Yi slowly shook his head.

Tiger father and dog son.

Seeing that the young master of the Wang family seems to be capable of doing anything, he has the ability, but he doesn't have the slightest sense of politics.

Can this fight for dragons be fought casually?
What's more, if this so-called prince really has the upper hand, can Wang Mingli, an old fox, not bet in advance?
When everyone left and only Wei Yi and Wang Mingli were left, Wei Yi said:
"Although Pindao doesn't know what kind of plan Layman Wang has in mind, Pindao knows that Layman Wang has a strategy in mind."

"If you can use the poor way to arrive, just tell me. Once you really arrive in the capital, then I'm afraid it will be too late."

Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him who is becoming more and more graceful, and whose ethereal aura is getting stronger and stronger.

Even Wang Mingli, who is well-informed, couldn't help but shrink his pupils at this moment.

But then he quickly covered it up, only to see him smiling and saying:

"You don't have to worry about this matter, the cause and effect of this matter, I will definitely be able to solve it myself."

"I feel that the Taoist priest can prepare for a long-distance travel in a while."

"After all, this trip is not as good as being at home. It is rainy and muddy. The Taoist priest should prepare more."

Hearing Wang Mingli's words, a flash of clarity flashed in Wei Yi's eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

I'm afraid this should be Wang Mingli's plan to delay the attack. He must have already known the final result.

I just don't know what method he will use.

Thinking of this, Wei Yi couldn't help shaking his head, it seemed that he was really not suitable for this kind of political scene.

Let's practice well.

So, Wei Yi also opened his mouth and said:
"Since Layman Wang has made a plan, the poor Taoist will leave first."

"Before this long journey, it is really necessary to make plans in advance, and it is time for Pindao to think about what should be prepared in advance."

When he said this, he paused.

"But before that, Pindao still needs to practice in this palace, and he still needs to bother the layman for a while."

After speaking, Wei Yi left again.

The number of times he came to this hall was actually not that many, most of the time he stayed in his small courtyard.

Chanting scriptures and praying for blessings, cultivating the truth and practicing the law.

Isn't all of these beautiful?
When Wei Yi left again, this time Wang Mingli's eyes became more determined.

He still tapped the table subconsciously with his fingers, his eyes were far away and deep, and he looked at the distance and said softly:

"Wang Mingli, Wang Mingli, you are truly blessed."

"At such a critical time, I was able to pick up a real Daoist expert on the side of the road. God treats me so kindly..."

"The dynasties change and the years change. As long as we are sincere and exchange our hearts, the Wang family may be able to prosper for another 300 years."

"... Wan'er... let me down..."

"..."

When it came to the end, Wang Mingli's voice seemed a little intermittent.

Even Steward Wang, who has been by his side all the time, can only hear a rough idea at this moment.

at the same moment.

Many people in other places also have different performances.

but.

For Wei Yi at this moment, these people need no words.

Because they have nothing to do with each other.

Back in his small courtyard, Wei Yi still practiced hard and worked hard.

The spells that have already been integrated into one body have been played with various tricks in his hands.

Ice crystals, snowflakes, rain...

It seems that everything related to water has become so aggressive in his hands.

A thought condenses ice, and a thought becomes a talisman.

Although it can only be done within a radius of three feet, it is already a very powerful spell.

even.

At this time, Wei Yi can no longer be called a low-level monk, but a middle-level backbone in the real practice world.

Although he is not yet at the top, he still has a place among the many casual cultivators.

If he is in the world of martial arts, he can be regarded as a figure with a reputation in the world.

Although the name may not sound very nice.

But this is also an achievement, isn't it, at least he can control part of his own destiny.

That's exactly what happened.

As long as you have the corresponding magic power and the corresponding ability, then if you don't seek status, the status will gradually approach you.

into the night.

Wei Yi once again paid homage to the moon and practiced the inner moon.

It's just that this time it seems to be different from the previous performances, and even Yuehua is a lot thicker.

But the biggest change is still in Wei Yi's spiritual altar.

"..."

　It's number one, hit me with a monthly pass, I'm not afraid of pain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)