"How far is far?"
The boy's eyes sparkled and he was full of curiosity about the outside world.
Zhou Yi asked, "Where is the farthest place you have ever been?"
The boy thought about it for a long time and then said, "It takes more than ten days to go to my grandpa's house by carriage."
"It's ten times farther than that."
Zhou Yi returned to Qianjing this time, and did not deliberately reveal his traces, nor was he sneaky.
Golden Core True Lord is enough to travel across Jiuzhou, not to mention the escape speed is comparable to Nascent Soul Ancestor, enough to allow Zhou Yi to go home in an honorable manner.
Of course, do your divination before coming!
Signed.
There may be surprises on this trip.
Zhou Yi didn't care about the surprise and planned to rest in Qianjing for a while before setting off to the East Sea to look for the sect.
The boy has a wrinkled face and can count on his fingers how far it is ten times.
There was another movement on the wall, and a little girl's head was revealed, wearing braids. She was obviously relieved after seeing the boy. Looking at the changes in the courtyard, he looked horrified and went down the ladder.
Zhou Yi frowned slightly, then shook his head slightly.
After a while.
A middle-aged voice came from outside the door. "Chen Jing pays homage to the Daoist Priest."
"Come in."
Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the courtyard door opened by itself.
Chen Jing looked solemn, took care of his clothes, followed by the little girl from before, and held his hands after entering the hospital.
"The dog is young and ignorant. If you bump into the Daoist priest, please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter."
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I have been in seclusion for a long time, and when I see a young child, I feel childlike in my heart. Just don't blame me, Master Chen."
Chen Jing said, "This is Quanzi's honor."
When the boy saw his father coming, he first showed fear, and then saw his father's respectful look. He somehow gained strength. He took a sip of the teacup in his little hand and imitated Zhou Yi's tone.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
"Hahaha!"
Zhou Yi laughed heartily when he heard this, and said, "Such a gifted and intelligent person, don't criticize him too harshly on weekdays, just look at his face..."
Chen Jing's face tightened. He not only hoped that his son would have a bright future, but also was afraid that the Daoist would say something shocking.
"It's just mediocre. I'm destined to have little success in this life. It's better to arrange less homework and be carefree, rich and happy."
The boy clapped his hands happily when he heard this. He just saw the Daoist getting closer and closer, wishing he could change with his father.
"Thank you, Daoist Master."
Chen Jing There is inevitably a bitterness in his voice. Anyone who says his son has no future will be like this.
On the contrary, the little girl next to me was quite unconvinced and said, "If a person's success in this life is determined by his face, then no matter what book he studies or what imperial examination he takes, all he needs to do is look at his face!"
"That makes sense."
Zhou Yi nodded in approval, it was already extremely remarkable for a teenage girl to have such knowledge.
The little girl originally thought that the Daoist would refute and talk about some Daoist classics to prove his appearance. Unexpectedly, she nodded in agreement, and for a while her anger was rising.
Chen Jing was shocked. Immortal Salaries Bureau Those masters were kind and gentle on the surface, but in reality they were ruthless and they quickly apologized.
"My little girl doesn't know the rules, Daoist Master Wan Wang will forgive her."
"She was right, so why should she apologize?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "If Master Chen has to make a difficult decision in the future, you can listen more to your daughter's ideas... The appearance of a dragon with eyes and a phoenix's neck is indescribable."
The second half of the sentence was not spoken aloud, but was transmitted into a secret voice, ringing only in Chen Jing's ears.
Chen Jing was half happy and half worried when he heard this. He didn't know how to describe it for a moment. "The Daoist priest doesn't know something..."
Zhou Yi thought for a moment and said, "But my ancestor's bloodline is extraordinary, so his appearance is a disaster."
"The Daoist Master is truly a divine man!"
Chen Jing said helplessly, "The ancestors of the Chen family can be traced back to the founding of the People's Republic of China. According to the genealogy records, because the Holy Empress clan members died in military disasters, the Holy Emperor's three sons were changed from Li to the descendants of Chen Yanmian."
"There is such a connection!"
Zhou Yi sighed. No wonder the little girl looked kind-hearted. She pondered for a moment and waved her hands to spread the light.
The aura fell within the little girl's body, and her original charming appearance quickly faded away, her sharp and intelligent temperament disappeared, and she turned into an ordinary girl.
Chen Jing noticed the change in his daughter and bowed deeply to express his gratitude. "Master Daoist, Chen is grateful for his kindness."
Even if hundreds of years have passed, the Chen family will rely on the legacy of their ancestors. No matter who becomes the emperor, they will take more care of them, and there will be no shortage of glory and wealth. In contrast, the Lineage of those who thought His Highness was unlucky back then had already declined in the struggle of generations.
Zhou Yi said, "Please, Master Chen, please look for some historical books. From the end of the Holy Emperor...Fengyang Kingdom to the present, the more detailed the records, the better."
Chen Jing repeatedly agreed. The Chen family Imperial Library had a lot of official history, and they sent someone to make friends with Lineage to borrow the original copy.
After another conversation, he said goodbye and left.
at night.
Zhou Yi did not meditate or practice Thunder Method. After setting up the warning formation, he lay on the bed undressed and slept.
The next morning, the sun rose three poles high.
"Huh——"
"I feel so comfortable, and my body seems a little lighter."
"How many years has it been since I had such a pure sleep? One hundred years, three hundred years, or five hundred years?"
Zhou Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched his limbs, got up from the bed, fetched water and washed himself, without casting any spells like a mortal.
Open the courtyard door.
There were many people standing outside, holding, carrying, or carrying stacks of books.
Chen Jing waited outside the door for a long time, and then he spoke out when he saw the door opened, "Daoist Master, I was busy all night yesterday and found hundreds of history books. Most of them are official histories, and there are also many unofficial histories, which are more interesting to read than official histories."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Yi waved his hand, put all the books into Storage Bag, and said, "I just made porridge, would you like a bowl, layman?"
"It's an honor."
Chen Jing ordered the housekeeper not to let any rumors spread among the servants, and cautiously stepped into the courtyard.
"A layman doesn't need to look like this. A poor Daoist is just an ordinary monk."
Zhou Yi filled two bowls of porridge, then took out the ginseng pickles pickled hundreds of years ago, and said with a smile, "There are many practitioners among Qianjing City, especially those in the direction of the palace. Their auras are undisguised. Master Chen should have heard of and seen many of them."
"To be honest with Daoist Master, the Chen family still has Return to Origin Skill passed down from their ancestors."
Chen Jing took a sip of the porridge and said, "It's a pity that these two generations of clansmen are not living up to expectations and have no spiritual roots..."
Before he finished speaking, two streaks of blood flowed from his nose. The spiritual porridge made from 500-year-old ginseng filled Chen Jing's qi and blood with just one bite.
Chen Jing quickly put down the bowl and began to use his internal energy to soothe his qi and blood. Each time he circulated his internal energy, his internal energy increased by one point.
Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head. What Path of Immortality said back then was like top secret.
Some Rogue Cultivator have been searching for decades and find it difficult to enter. The world has undergone drastic changes in the past hundreds of years. The theory of monks and spiritual roots is no longer a secret in the eyes of nobles. Ordinary people can tell a few rumors about immortals.
Randomly take out a history book from Storage Bag, called "Secret Records of the Holy Emperor". Just by the name, you can tell that it is an unofficial history.
After flipping through a few pages, it turned out to be true.
The book records the family history of Holy Emperor Li Ye, from his exile in northern Xinjiang to his ascension to the throne. The description is extremely detailed and even records many conversations, as if the person who wrote the book was witnessing it.
The history is written more like a storybook, attributing all the reasons why Holy Emperor Li Hong was able to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor to "Rivers and Mountains Cauldron".
The author adds a lot of mythological color to Rivers and Mountains Cauldron, one of the three treasures of Fengyang, which runs through the entire history book and is equivalent to the golden finger of the Holy Emperor.
The book repeatedly mentions a sentence, "It is destiny that the tripod falls in the northern border." This is used to prove that this writing is true, but it criticizes those official histories for covering up history.
Zhou Yi read it with gusto. As a person who experienced it, I felt inexplicably happy to see later generations write down the events of that time.
"Fun and interesting!"