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Chapter 148 146. Map of the World, Ice Tribe in the West Pole, Harvesting Before Withdrawal (Big Chapter - Subscribe)
"Xiaojin and Niannian are in Yunshan Road. I can rest assured that you can take care of them after you pass."

"Ah."

Lady Yan in red responded coldly.

In the distorted ghost city scene like a black and white silhouette, the female ghost's blood-colored skirt rippled slightly, showing a supernatural style invisible to ordinary people. She held the ice coffin with pale five fingers and stared at it for a long time, as if observing the other side through the ice coffin. evil spirits.

"Huh?" There was some doubt in her tone.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with this ghost?" Li Yuan noticed the change in her expression, so he said, "If it's not right, we won't try this, everything is stable."

Yan Niangzi in red shook her head and said calmly, "I can eat it."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and said, "Master, go first."

Li Yuan said no more.

He was silent for a few seconds, the lady was still so careful, she would not put the words "Once you start merging, you won't be able to leave" in the open, this is to take care of his face, and she will take care of him anytime, anywhere.

He raised his head, and the hundreds of words turned into one sentence: "See you at Yunshan Dao."

Yan Niangzi in red blinked her cold, non-smiling eyes, which could be regarded as a flashback of the playful past, or a way of expressing emotions.

"See you on Yunshan Road."

In the cold voice, Li Yuan could hear warmth.

He pulled a thousand miles, walked through the cold and gloomy tunnel, and returned to Wang Heran's side.

The scene changed, the air was filled with the unique smell of wine in this restaurant, and there was also the stagnant coldness of the air in the secret room.

"Owner."

Wang Heran said.

Li Yuan took three [Bronze Tags] from his pocket and handed them to him, and then said, "In a few days, you take people to go to Yunshan Road and meet Tang Nian."

"Yes! Master!" Wang Heran said respectfully, "It's just that it's snowing now, and the road on Yunshan Road is extremely difficult. If you want to meet the eldest lady, it will take about two months if you are lucky. If you are not lucky, you will have to wait until next year. Spring snow."

"It's okay, take your time, don't rush, don't worry about it. After the accident, just stay by Tang Nian's side and wait for orders. I will inform you later." Li Yuan said.

"Yes."

Wang Heran responded.

Li Yuan gave some more details.

When Wang Heran arrived at Yunshan Road, he would be able to arrive too.

Thinking that Yan Yu might have already started merging with the ice coffin ghost of Yunshan Dao at this time, he walked up the steps in silence, left the secret road, and replaced the "fake Li Yuan" who was outside, then grabbed the wine jar and looked at it quietly. For a few seconds, his eyes were thoughtful, and then he slapped Kaifeng mud and poured several altars continuously.

It wasn't until the wine that he had poured slipped from the corner of his mouth, soaking his collar and clothes, that he dropped the wine jar and said, "It's still the familiar taste of my hometown. Haha"

Saying so, he staggered out of the restaurant, hailed a carriage, and shouted, "Go to the triple gate."

The coachman recognized him, and responded: "Well, Mr. Li, it's just that this villain from the triple gate can't get in."

Li Yuan laughed and said, "My face is here, so I will show it to them when the time comes."

The coachman laughed too.

He stretched his long legs comfortably and leaned on the bench of the carriage.

And the protectors, or the monitors, also slowly followed and retreated, and did not notice his abnormality.

"Why does Xianggong drink so much wine? Is it because the fragrance of water is not made well, which makes Xianggong feel annoyed? I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The petite woman supported Li Yuan, apologized and served him on the bed, and then took off his clothes and pants for him.

After a while, Li Yuan seemed to have recovered. He sat up straight from the collapsed bed, looked at Jing Shuixiang and said, "It's just that I miss my hometown."

"I remember that Xianggong's hometown is Shanbao County."

"Yes. It's a pity that it was taken by the lotus thief."

"Then, if you want to use wine to relieve your worries, you can drink the Baihua Niang in the city that can intoxicate the fifth grade."

Li Yuan leaned back, spread his hands on the quilt, and sighed in a laughing but complicated tone: "Although Baihua Niang is good, I still remember the snow fermented grains from my hometown."

"So, what Xianggong drank today is snow fermented grains?"

"Yes."

"sorry"

"what happened again?"

"It's because Shuixiang can't give Xianggong the happiness he wants, so Xianggong is sad."

The air suddenly became quiet. After a long time, Li Yuan said, "Sleep."

Jing Shuixiang blew out the candle, and there was the rustling sound of undressing in the darkness.

The next day.

Jing Shuixiang got up early in the morning and prepared a hearty breakfast for Li Yuan.

At noon, a bullock cart full of fermented snow fermented wine, staring at the wind and snow from outside the city, rang the bell, and came slowly. After entering the triple gate, it stopped in front of Jing's gate.

Then another servant moved down the wine jars on the bullock cart one by one.

A steward of the Jing family found Li Yuan and said, "Master Li, the master asked me to bring you fifty altars of snow fermented grains."

Immediately, he thought of something, said "Oh", took out a jade box from his bosom, handed it over with both hands, and said, "There are two hundred Burning Heart flowers in it.

The Burning Heart Flower, also known as Liquor Flower, is poison to ordinary people, but it is an intoxicating substance to warriors above rank six. Brewing wine with this, or soaking it in ordinary wine, can make the drink more than several times stronger.

Master Li may put a spirit flower in a jar of wine, the effect will be even better."

"Patriarch Jing has a heart." Li Yuan said.

The steward smiled and said, "The head of the family has praised you very much, and often said that you should be the son-in-law of the Jing family."

After finishing speaking, he bowed respectfully again, and then retreated.

Li Yuan was speechless.

However, it is true that compared to the aunts of the militant faction, he is indeed more inclined to the Jing family.

After the person left, he slapped open a jar of mud and took another flower of spirits and threw it into it.

The shriveled white flowers seemed to come alive after being soaked in wine, and the fragrance became stronger with the smell of wine.

An hour later, this richness is almost substantive.

Li Yuan took a sip, and it was like an ordinary person drinking strong wine.

Seeing him drinking, Jing Shuixiang leaned over with a worried face.

Li Yuan took out his flute, looked around, picked up the wine jar, and landed on the roof lightly.

The glazed tiles on the roof reflect the sparkling light under the warm winter sun.

Broaden your horizons and broaden your mind.

Li Yuan drank half a jar of wine, brought the flute to his lips drunkenly, and played a song "Long Lovesickness".

This is the original flute score in this world, expressing a faint feeling of homesickness
The melodious and mournful music spread out, and the entire Jing family could hear it.

Jing Shuixiang sat beside him silently.

After Li Yuan played the song, he looked at the lady beside him and said with a drunken smile: "Xiang Wang, you were the one who taught me how to play the flute back then."

Jing Shuixiang was stunned when she heard the title "Xiang Wang", but she just said: "Sir, you are drunk."

Li Yuan saw that she still didn't talk about "Xiang Wang" and refused to mention why she was so humble, so he nodded, glanced at the "800 (950) ~ 850 (1000)" beside her, and responded with a smile Voice: "Well, drunk."

He put his head on Jing Shuixiang's lap and slowly fell asleep.

He already had some little guesses about his wife.

At this time, Jing Shuixiang was lowering her head, looking at Li Yuan with complicated eyes, but this expression gradually began to look less humble, as if she had almost recovered
"One year and sixteen days," she said softly.

Li Yuan closed his eyes and said, "Yes."

a few days later.

Because of Li Yuan's special status, he was familiar with the high-level members of the Shenmu Temple, coupled with several attendances, and staying for several years, he opened up a new "authority" naturally.

He has the qualifications to browse through the information library of Shenmu Temple.

This information database stores a lot of information about the Shenmu Temple. Although it is not the core secret, only a very small number of people are allowed to come in and read it, and these people do not even include inner disciples like Yan Mu. Even though Concubine Yin is a member of the Cui family, she cannot come here.

But Li Yuan was allowed to walk into the air castle made of wooden rattan.

The building is very large, and it has the atmosphere of "climbing vines into the clouds" in the fairy tale world.

Twisted old roots coil around the ground floor, each root is as thick as an elephant's leg, and the half-hanging air roots hang down from the sky, while the teng house floating in the air at a height of [-] meters has the sky as the background, showing a bit of magnificence.

There are no stairs, so to go upstairs, you can only use agility.

But for those who are qualified to go upstairs, it doesn't matter at all.

Li Yuan drifted into a wooden building.

And this is another reason why he stayed in Shenmu Hall.

What is important in this world?
If Li Yuan had to answer, one of the items must be information.

When he was in Shanbao County, he racked his brains to understand the world, but he could only understand the scales and claws, and he couldn't understand it until he reached a certain level. Now he has a chance.

He could move to Yunshan Road, but he had to learn as much about the world as he could before going to the Barrens.

As for Yan Yu, his heart that was hanging at the beginning also let go.

Because there is a special connection between him and Yan Yu, which is the daily fixed increase in points.

As long as the points are still increasing, then nothing will happen to Yan Yu.

"What does Master Li want to see?"

An old but kind voice came.

Li Yuan glanced, but saw a white-haired old man standing at the entrance of the rattan building.

This is the caretaker here.

And the words "45 (815) ~ 300 (845)" floating on the side of the building watchman.

Obviously, this is a building watchman, not some "hidden master", "sweeping monk" and other characters.

"Old Mu, let me see the information about casting soldiers."

Before Li Yuan came, he already knew that the person watching the building was an old man from the Mu family who had no hope of breaking through to the fifth rank, and his lifespan was approaching. Looking at the information at this moment, his energy and blood were indeed decaying.

Obviously, he was once a strong man in the sixth rank, but now he usually only has the strength of the ninth rank. After the outbreak, he can only have the power of the seventh rank. He is really an old man who is dying.

Li Yuan gave him an honorific title, and then made up a nonsense "purpose in line with his own logic".

"Casting Soldiers"

The building watchman called Mr. Mu thought for a while and said, "On the third floor of the Tengge Pavilion, there is information that Master Li wants to see. However, the information is not as much as Master Li knows."

"Mu Lao is being polite, what can I, Li Yuan, do?
It's just that I was lucky and learned a craft.

But this skill can only be regarded as barely qualified.

Speaking of it, I'm just a stinky blacksmith. "

Li Yuan gave a wry smile. His character was stable, and his success rate in casting spirit weapons was extremely high, but he was not at the same level. He couldn't compete with his fellow teachers at all.

The two of them don't do it on weekdays, or they rarely do it. As for the seventh-grade weapons, they don't want to do it, so as not to damage the feel.

In order to earn money, Li Yuan made an unknown number of seventh-grade weapons.

Of course, these properties have also been successfully transported to Yunshan Road, which has become the economic foundation for building a strong strength there.

If there is gain, there must be loss.

Li Yuan got a lot of money secretly, and through the casting of a large number of spiritual weapons, he got along like a fish in water in the Shenmu Temple. Opportunity to forge stronger artifacts.

Perhaps Shenmu Temple was also aware of this problem, which made him stop forging spirit weapons for the time being and cultivate his hand feeling.

The caretaker laughed and said, "If Master Li is just a stinky blacksmith, I'm also a stinky janitor."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The viewers' favorability towards Li Yuan rose gradually, so they followed Li Yuan to see things.

Li Yuan went up the stairs, first to read books about casting soldiers.

Then it was days before he started watching what he really wanted to see.

What does he want to see?
One, the power of this world, so that he can also promote his own realm and practice.

Second, the map of the world, the power of various countries.

Three, the map of the Great Zhou, various forces.

Fourth, records of major events in the world.

As a result, he can seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and live and work in peace.

Seeing that he was familiar with this place, he pretended to read other books casually.

He flipped through the books at random, and spent almost the same time on each book, as if he was bored, flipping through the pages at will.

And when he turned to a book called "Qing Shan Bi Tan", his pupils froze slightly.

This is a diary-like "practice experience" written by an unknown master, and being able to put it here is enough to prove that this book is extraordinary.

His eyes glanced at the cultivation experience when he was in the sixth-rank realm.

"Power is like a weapon, no matter how powerful a weapon is, if there is no one who wields it, how can it be used?

For us, Shadowblood is power, and I am the one who manipulates it.

But the blood turns into sand, and the quality of life changes. How can I be an ordinary me? "

"When I entered the artistic conception, the originally dull blood sand seemed to find its direction and began to run automatically. At this moment, I felt a powerful force.

However, when I retreated from the artistic conception, the shadow blood became dull again."

"I discovered that this kind of artistic conception only needs to be felt, and does not need to be consistent with the character, as long as the momentary visualization is remembered when using the power."

"With the improvement and perfection of my strength, I feel more and more incomplete in my own artistic conception. It wasn't until I saw my younger brother and younger sister that I realized something.

They are of the same sect as me, but practice different exercises."

"Master finally confessed to us.

What drives power is the moment we enter the artistic conception.

And this is the seed of thought.

From the visualization, you have to read the seeds.

Zulu is just the most perfect graphic expression of reading.

However, our thoughts are incomplete. "

"My junior brother, my junior sister, and I have all reached Consummation.

We started dueling, fighting.

In this life-and-death struggle, we are familiar with each other, understand each other, and can even imitate each other to a certain extent.

The moment I defeated them, I vaguely felt that I was no longer incomplete.

I only feel that my body and mind are peaceful, and a real me is being conceived in my heart.

At this moment, I entered the fifth rank. "

"I started to worry about Junior Brother, Junior Sister.

But the master said that they were only injured and could recover after a few months of cultivation.

But is that really the case?
I was curious. "

"After my observation, I found that my junior brother has indeed recovered in half a year, his spirit has become full again, his will seems to have been regained, and he seems to have started to prepare for the next fifth-rank promotion.

As for the younger sister, her strength was greatly reduced and her spirit was sluggish. It took a full year to recover.

I developed a greater curiosity about the injury, which perhaps helped me understand the powers at my disposal.

So, I started researching. "

Li Yuan watched quietly, then gently turned to the next page.

But the next page was torn out, apparently it was about the "Injury Research" part.

Why was it torn off?
Li Yuan thought for a while. Apart from the master of the Shenmu Hall, the elders, and some direct disciples, there are also some inner disciples who can come here to watch the information. Regardless of whether the direct disciples or the inner disciples, they must have been in the field for a long time. Can.

Most of the inner sect disciples who have been in the door for a long time have already reached the level of promotion to the fifth rank.

And the Shenmu Temple didn't seem to want to let the disciples know the details of the "injury", but only let them understand that "the injury can be recovered, as for how to recover, you need to ask the senior management of the clan".

Li Yuan thought for a while.

This may be more of an "information checkpoint" rather than a "conspiracy theory". After all, the Shenmu Temple is such a big force that it is rather strange to play tricks on its own cultivation.

If there is really a conspiracy, how did the Shenmu Temple grow into such a powerful force?
"Jing Shuixiang, King Xiang, the sixth-grade inner sect disciple named Xiang Hailou who has been in the door for more than 20 years said that he has been working hard to defeat her"

'The losers who are promoted to the fifth rank need time to heal their injuries, and the injuries can be mild or severe, not only including strength, but also including spirit.'

'Although I didn't tear up a page, I can reasonably speculate that if a person is seriously injured, in addition to mental depression, he may also suffer from mental illness. '

"Think about it carefully, my wife's humble behavior may be using a special stimulating therapy to treat her disease and by the way, she also married herself"

After pondering for a while, Li Yuan came to a rather logical conclusion.

'It's just that this treatment method is too beautiful. '

'I don't know if she picked me, or the Jing family picked me for her. '

'Forget it, anyway, I'm not at a loss. '

Li Yuan secretly sighed: Sure enough, there are not too many conspiracy theories in this world, nor is it that "someone wants to harm you all the time".
Immediately, he fell into thought again.

These handwritings are undoubtedly from the perspective of a "practice", not a "creator".

What's even more outrageous is that if you enter the sixth rank, you must get the seeds of recitation, and you must have the ancestral scriptures
And he doesn't have any ancestral scriptures himself, so if those who practiced his skills break through to the sixth rank, they don't know what will happen.

Immediately, he quickly flipped through it again.

And the follow-up of this "Qingshan Bi Tan" also recorded information about the fifth rank, Li Yuan silently wrote it down, and left it to the fifth rank.

In the days that followed, he looked at the map of the world and the map of the Great Zhou.

Suddenly, his world view was opened.

There is no north-south confrontation in this world, and there are no powerful north-south forces like "Huns" and "Southern Man". Great Zhou is somewhat like a lonely big country.

Apart from Da Zhou, there were only a few scattered small tribes, or forces unified in the sect.

This reminded Li Yuan of a sentence from the Cthulhu classics he read before time travel:

We live on a peaceful island called ignorance, surrounded by an endless black sea, and we are not supposed to sail far.

But it doesn't seem like it. After all, ghosts and monsters have already appeared in this big week, and there seem to be ghost fields and meat fields in every corner.

Li Yuan even knew through Mrs. Yan that the ghost domains in some places are so "poor" that they can't even kill people, because there is no one around the ghost domains that can kill them, so those ghosts have to go to the black shop opened by Feng'er There's someone here.

From this point of view, the more desolate and uninhabited the place, the weaker the ghost domain is. After all, it can't even swallow life. How can this ghost domain develop?

Of course, this is just Li Yuan's guess.

And the surrounding area of ​​Dazhou is also well-defined.

To the south is the Sunset Rainfield where monsters and beasts are rampant, to the east is the mysterious East China Sea, to the north is a long wilderness that no one can reach the end of, and to the west is the barren and colder snow region
There is no South Pole and North Pole in this world, if there is, it is the West Pole.
He took out a copy of "Four Square Travel Notes" at random.

There is only a short description of the West Pole in the travel notes: the extreme cold world in the west, heavy snow all year round, no daylight, gradually far away and exhausted, had to return, and the road ahead is still far away, but I don’t know where it leads.

He took out another copy of "The Fate of the Glacier".

The author of this book revealed his identity at the beginning. He is a disciple of the Shenmu Temple who has completed the sixth stage but has no hope of breaking through. Out of curiosity about this world, he devoted the rest of his life to exploration.

The year of creation was more than 360 years ago. At that time, there were not so many ghost domains in the Central Plains, and the world was not so dangerous.

This "The Fate of the Glacier" is a magical experience he recorded in the west.

The general content is: This sixth-rank martial artist went west and accidentally fell into the glacier. When he woke up, he found that there were lights and people around him. The language of those people was similar to Da Zhou's language, but it was a bit awkward.

This sixth-rank martial artist chatted with those people about the Great Zhou outside, but those people didn't seem to know that there was such a country outside.

As the sixth-rank martial artist has lived here for a long time, he probably knows that this is a small tribe of more than a thousand people.

And he also fell in love with a girl from the small tribe and was asked to stay.

The sixth-rank martial artist got married with the girl, and gave birth to a son.

He called this tribe the Ice Clan.

He described some experiences in the Ice Tribe.

People of the Ice Clan live by "fire".

And the "fire" there is very different from the fire recognized by warriors. It is a kind of flame that never goes out for some reason. This flame provides warmth and also gives the people of those tribes the possibility of survival.

It is said that there are many fires, so there are many Ice people like this tribe.

As for their "migration" purpose, it is for "food".

The IceClan's food sources are very interesting.

They rely on "digging" for food.

There are many animals, fruits, and all kinds of food that can be found in the human world in the frozen soil. They dig out these foods, put them on the "fire" and cook them, and then they can eat them.

And according to the martial artist's description, the taste was not bad, but he thought it was weird to think that these foods might have been frozen for hundreds of thousands of years.

What surprised this sixth-rank warrior was that he originally thought he would be strong here, but in the extremely cold weather, his "shadow blood" seemed to be frozen and could not exert its effect at all. , he couldn't even beat the girl's mother who fell in love with him.

Li Yuan watched with interest.

He has seen "migrating nomads", but this is the first time he has seen this kind of "migrating meat-digging people".
Dig and dig and dig on the small frozen soil, dig out the food, and roast it over the fire to eat.

This feeling is very magical.

"After all, it is a big force, and its background is rich. The resources and information accumulated by the ancestors of this sect are extremely rare."

Li Yuan continued to turn the page.

The sixth-rank martial artist described the culture of the Ice people.

This is funeral culture.

No matter how the Ice people migrate, there is a sacred "immortal cemetery" in their eyes.

This "immortal cemetery" does not have any gods or monsters, but it is cold enough to freeze the soul.

Ice people will choose to go to that "immortal cemetery" at a certain time. In that cemetery, they will open their bodies and freeze themselves in a comfortable position.

Then, it is said that in this way, the soul and the body can be preserved intact without being destroyed.

According to the prophecy of the Ice Race people, when "sunshine returns to the permafrost", they will be awakened and reborn in the future world.

Foreign sixth-rank warriors obviously cannot accept this kind of culture.

What's more, after a long time, he couldn't bear the icy and snowy days without sunshine.

He wants to take the girl away.

but was rejected.

This sixth-rank martial artist can't use his strength, because the scorching shadow blood seems to be "frozen" in such a place, and it can't play a role at all.

The sixth-rank warrior didn't want to stay any longer, and repeatedly talked about leaving.

Finally, the Iceman agreed, but...he could only leave by himself, but he couldn't take his wife and children with him.

And as a punishment, he can't have the map he left.

But his wife helped him and quietly led him to an exit, telling him not to turn back and keep going.

He walked for seven days and seven nights before going out and returning to Da Zhou.

After arriving in Dazhou, he reported the matter to the Shenmu Palace, and the Shenmu Palace sent people to follow him to look for it, but they couldn't find it at all. do not care.

And this sixth-rank martial artist remarried his wife in Dazhou and lived a new life.

This "Bingheyuanji" was written by him later, but there are very few believers, and they all think that he made it up. Even the wife he remarried did not believe him.

This information is written at the end of the book, and the sixth-rank warrior even had doubts about this experience when he was old.
Is it a real experience, or just a dream?

Before he died, he handed over the manuscript he wrote to the Shenmu Hall to help "his descendants" obtain more resources and fight for a place in the headquarters.

The fact that this "Bing He Yuan Ji" can appear here represents a certain degree of recognition of Shenmu Temple, or that it really has reference value.

Li Yuan finished reading, put down the book, and glanced sideways at the sky.

it's twilight again
He rubbed his hands and left the rattan pavilion.

For a while, he yearned for Yunshan Road a little more.

It seemed to be a real place far away from the disputes of the Great Zhou, and it didn't seem to be a forbidden place where there were absolutely no people.

When he gets there, he can arrange for people to explore the Ice Tribe.

At the same time, he will try his best to help Yan Niangzi integrate more ghost domains to make her stronger.

If Lady Yan is stronger, the level of the surrounding meat fields will also increase.

And his most ideal goal is to hide Yan Niangzi's ghost domain in a place where no one can find it, so that Routian can also grow in the ice and snow.
At that time, no matter how chaotic Dazhou is, he can sit firmly in the border area and build a paradise.

Open up to the west to increase the depth of "hidden escape from the world".

Help Yan Yu integrate more ghost domains so that his own resources are not lacking.

This is his plan.

"Master Li! Master Li!!"

When Li Yuancai went down to His Excellency Teng, he saw another disciple running from afar. After seeing Li Yuan, he respectfully clasped his fists and said, "Master Li, the Palace Master seems to be in a hurry to find you."

Lord?

Li Yuan's expression changed, and he said, "Then let's leave quickly."

The disciple led the way, and Li Yuan followed closely behind.

Soon, the two came to a bright hall near the Baizhu Diao Bell Tower.

In the hall, a man in floral clothes was slumped on a big chair.

The man's clothes were slightly unbuttoned, his chest was open and his abdomen was exposed, revealing the strong muscles inside, while the flesh on his face was as delicate as a woman's.
The man was so careless, sitting in the hall with a bit of arrogance, but his eyes were bloodshot due to exhaustion. After seeing Li Yuan coming, these eyes finally lit up and looked him carefully.

The disciple who led the way said respectfully to the man in the flowery clothes: "Master."

Li Yuan has never seen the teacher.

Because since he came to the third gate of the Shenmu Hall, Gongshi has been fighting with Zhushi outside, and now he has come back somehow.

He also hastily saluted, with a respectful face, and said politely: "Master."

Rumors are rumors, the enemy of the previous generation belongs to the previous generation, he will not automatically make up his mind, and directly regard his fellow teachers as enemies.

The master did not speak, just looked at him like this, and suddenly said: "I asked the palace master to send you here, but I am the one who wants to see you."

Li Yuan asked curiously, "I don't know what the Master has ordered?"

The teacher said hesitantly: "Talk about casting soldiers, and tell me [Wen Tian] that Zhu Ban passed on to you."

Li Yuan said "oh", then opened his mouth and started talking.

This decisive attitude made the teacher stunned.

Did something go wrong?
He was speaking in a rather arrogant, domineering, and bullying manner.

And Li Yuan just said it directly?
"You just said that?"

"The Casting Master has grievances, but the Casting Technique does not." Li Yuan responded with a calm voice, and there was an obsession in his eyes, an obsession that only a fellow teacher could understand.

The teacher was stunned for a while.

This sentence seemed to have touched him greatly.
After a few breaths, the master came back to his senses, he waved his hand impatiently to dismiss the disciples in front of the door, then closed the door, and chatted with Li Yuan.

After Li Yuan talked about [Wen Tian], the teacher couldn't help but also started talking about his [Land Measuring] secret technique.

Although the former Master Zhu was also around the Shenmu Hall, he had no contact with his fellow teachers, and there was no intersection at all on weekdays, let alone communication.

Now, the two casters actually chatted together, and the more they talked, the happier they were.

Even when it was getting late, they refused to leave.

The master asked the disciples to bring the dinner over.

Li Yuan asked his disciples to go to Jing's house and tell his wife that he would not come back to sleep tonight.

The two talked at night while holding candles, and then simply ate the Bigu Pill, and went to the nearby Casting Army Hall to discuss and testify.

Half a month has passed since this discussion.

Li Yuan really benefited a lot.

And the teacher also seems to have realized something.

For a moment, the two who might have become enemies actually had a look of regretting seeing each other.

When he saw the parting, Li Yuan saluted respectfully and said: "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

The master waved his hands, said repeatedly, "It's impossible to talk about it", and then asked: "Li Yuan, do you still lack a wife? There must be a beautiful one among my descendants. I will find one for you, and we will also have a family?"

Li Yuan looked serious, and said seriously: "My generation is devoted to the cause of casting soldiers, and women will only delay my speed of swinging the hammer."

The teacher said with a smile: "Okay! This is my willingness to admit defeat!

I wish Ban that kid, at least better than me in picking a son-in-law, I admit defeat!

Tomorrow, I will go to the front again, and I will tell him.Hahaha! "

Li Yuan said with some embarrassment: "It's better not to say it, otherwise my father-in-law knows that I will communicate his secret method with you, and I'm afraid he will vomit blood in anger."

The teacher said: "He will not be so stingy.

Although we are enemies, we are all pursuing to forge a real fourth-rank spirit formation.

And if I communicate with you, won't he also communicate with other lotus sect's soldiers? "

(End of this chapter)