My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 31 The Sword in the Stone

Starting from Linzi and heading north, Ye Liyan encountered many people who showed their kindness.

But when he met someone like Taishou Wang who spoke so openly, it really opened his eyes.

He won't be able to deal with it directly.

Seeing Ye Liyan's silence for a moment, Dean Yuan, who was relatively familiar with Prefect Wang's style, covered his mouth and coughed lightly:

"As a parent and official, Mr. Wang should pay attention to his words and deeds appropriately."

"That's what the dean said," Wang Taishou looked at the young man in a green shirt with a smile that did not diminish at all:

"Then Mr. Ye, you can call me by my cousin Damu, or you can call me Qilang according to the seniority in the family."

For ordinary people, they rarely take the initiative to mention their family lineage to strangers.

Ye Liyan thought silently for a moment, and then tentatively spoke:
"I wonder where Mr. Wang was born..."

"My ancestral home is Jinyang, Hedong Province, and I grew up in the capital."

This short sentence is enough to reveal the extraordinary background of this prefect Wang.

Jinyang, formerly known as Taiyuan, has always been a strategic place in the world since ancient times.

The ancestral home of the Taiyuan Wang family, the top family member of the Jin Dynasty, is in Jinyang City.

An ordinary prefect, compared with a prefect who was born in the Wang family of Taiyuan, naturally has vastly different qualities.

After thinking about this clearly, Ye Liyan said calmly:
"It turns out that he is a descendant of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Thanks to the Ming Dynasty's kindness in coming out of the city to welcome him, I would like to express my gratitude here."

The man bowed to the other party in a standard manner, but how could Prefect Wang dare to accept it.

Hearing this, he immediately noticed something unusual.

Originally, the purpose of self-reporting was to let the other party feel that the weight of his lick was heavier.

But judging from Ye Liyan's reaction at this time, it was a bit self-defeating.

He felt regretful in his heart, but on the surface he forced a smile and said:

"How can I deserve such a great gift from Mr. Ye? Isn't this embarrassing for me..."

After some non-nutritious polite words,

Ye Liyan declined the BMW car arranged by Prefect Wang and left with Dean Yuan.

Under the red sunset.

Taishou Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the carriage that had disappeared on the official road, and sighed loudly:

"He is worthy of being the true disciple of the Holy Duke. His conduct is noble and upright. He really has the legacy of the ancient gentlemen!"

The young son next to him dressed as a soldier couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard this and whispered:

"Dad, I have traveled several miles."

"You know a ball!"

Taishou Wang glared at his son fiercely, then glanced at the surrounding government officials who were secretly eavesdropping.

I also did my homework and asked about Ye Liyan's likes.

He believed that his comments would reach the streets of Xihe City tomorrow.

……

……

Inside the carriage.

Ye Liyan, the contemporary chief disciple of the Confucian sect, was sitting across from Dean Yuan drinking tea across a small wooden table.

Even when driving on official roads, the wide frame is still extremely bumpy.

But the water in the teacups in both hands was dull, and there was faint air flowing on the surface.

Looking at the young man in front of him who was several times younger than himself, Yuan Hong couldn't be as flattering as Prefect Wang.

He held the tea cup steadily and asked with a hint of tentativeness:

"Mr. Ye traveled all the way and worked tirelessly to get here first.
Presumably, it was also for the great sage in the field who made four shocking quotes, right? "

Ye Liyan nodded and said in a calm voice:

"After deduced by several old gentlemen, the academy whose bells rang first that night was Liaoxi Academy."

Yuan Hong had learned of this news privately earlier.

These days, whoever can become the dean of the academy has nothing to do with his background.

Now that it was confirmed, he was even more excited.

As long as you help Ye Liyan find this person, he will definitely be better... Oh no, he will be in a more suitable position to teach and educate people.

Thinking of this, he secretly smiled and said with a hint of flattery:

"Mr. Ye has devoted himself to the inheritance of our Confucian education and made great contributions. He really lives up to his reputation."

He believed that his words were impartial and as clever as the spring breeze turning into rain.

But when Ye Liyan heard this, he shook his head and said with profound meaning:
"Someone can do better than Ye."

Hearing this, Yuan Hong thought that the other party was referring to those people who had been famous for a long time, so he couldn't help but said:
"Mr. Ye, there is no need to belittle yourself. Now I teach highly respected people, but most of them had little reputation when they were young.

Among today's contemporaries, there is no one who has achieved such a reputation as Mr., the first..."

At this point, looking at Ye Liyan's half-smiling expression, Yuan Hong suddenly got stuck.

Because he suddenly remembered that the banished immortal who was not as old as the weak crown but was famous all over the world.

An eerie silence quietly spread in the car.

Yuan Hong's expression became a bit embarrassed, and he pursed his lips:

"I can't find the third person anymore..."

Ye Liyan smiled when he heard this, stretched out his hand to open the car window, and looked into the distance.

Looking at the steep Langlang Mountain in the afterglow.

In his eyes, he couldn't help showing a bit of thoughtfulness...

……

……

Tick, tick!
The cold and damp depths of the cave.

Listening to the sound of water drops that kept ringing in his ears, Li Cheng held his wife's delicate hand tightly and pondered at the same time:
"Let me explain it a little bit first. This story is indeed a bit bizarre..."

He groped the wet and cold stone wall, stepped over a section of stone steps that collapsed under his feet, and continued down, saying as he walked:

"In other words, when the human and demon clans were at war 3000 years ago, a human clan prince robbed the demon lord's treasure.

He was chased here by a group of demon princes and soldiers, and then died together with them, right? "

"Not bad." Uncle Dong, who was walking at the front, replied calmly.

It sounds like this is the legendary story of a ruthless man.

But Li Cheng, who was familiar with Confucian history books, knew very well what kind of difficult situation the human race faced 3000 years ago.

It is no exaggeration to say,
Before the emergence of Master, a fierce man from the sky, the human race was basically beaten by the demon race.

Therefore, this story is no less outrageous than that of a tribal chief who single-handedly captured King Rendong alive.

The other party is not only a ruthless person, but also a wolf killer.

As if to support his thoughts, Uncle Dong’s tone was mixed with a bit of pathos:
"Eleven princes from the Land of Immortals and hundreds of great masters from the Tongxuan Realm are all buried here."

In the darkness, Li Cheng nodded expressionlessly, but he said in his heart that he did a great job.

As a Confucian disciple, he instinctively dislikes the demons.

Except, of course, mixed-race women under 20.

The closer you go to the end of the long stairs, the thicker the smell of blood around you becomes.

It seems that what Uncle Dong said is true.

It can last for 3000 years and only the blood of land gods can do it.

Fortunately, they went down without any danger.

The whole section of stone steps was lifeless.

Apart from the miasma in the air, there was nothing dangerous.

Nearly an hour later.

After stumbling along the way, they finally reached the end of the long steps.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Xiang Yi turned his head and looked at the lady's sword in his hand.

Li Cheng couldn't help but let out a sigh and looked around calmly.

Uncle Tai subconsciously asked:
"Something's wrong here. Do you feel like your whole body is being pressed by the tip of a knife? Even your breathing feels hot..."

Uncle Dong nodded calmly.

Li Cheng and Xiang Yi looked at each other and confirmed something in each other's eyes.

Xiang Yi calmed down the clanging sword in his hand, and then affirmed:
"Sword energy is everywhere here."

Li Cheng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at a pile of rocks ahead.

Although the eyes were stung and hurt.

But he still saw a blood-red long sword stuck on the top rock.

It was exuding a cold aura.

(End of this chapter)