**
The Ten Mile Xueqiong Flower Forest was indeed destroyed by Chen Yubai's order, but it was not for the sake of some flower demon's gossip - the national teacher didn't care about it.
It was the old butler who fell off his horse that day. He got up after lying down for a few days, and wandered around the Xueqiong flower forest for a day with his old waist, wanting to hear which tree could actually talk
After returning, his back injury was naturally not good. Chen Yubai ordered people to remove all the flowers and trees the next day.
How could the old housekeeper not know his mind when he looked up to the children since he was a child? But he kept this life just to take care of this little master. Seeing that the doom of the little master's life has come, how can he still lie down
Thinking of that white and tender girl with strange powers, the old butler sighed with a headache: "Little Tian, help me, let's go to the Star Observation Tower."
In the star observatory building, Master Guoshi was neither deducing the constellations nor painting near the window, but standing on the high platform, with a cold smile on his lips, looking at the young girl wandering around in the garden below.
That girl is of course Ji Xiaoli.
In two days it will be her resting day, and her family will come to pick her up. She has made up her mind that she will never come to this ghost place again, so she came here to say goodbye to the war pigeon who gave her life in vain.
Walking through the garden, the grass that was wrapped around her ankles last time did not come out again, and there were a few big stones on the original green grass.
Of course she didn't think much of it.
But when I came here, the road was clear at a glance, why can't I go out when I go back? She had been walking for more than an hour, and there were still these big rocks in front of her. Finally, she found that she was back next to the green flower that buried the roasted war pigeon.
Ji Xiaoli was tired and scared after walking, squatting on the ground with his shoulders shrunk and rubbing his eyes.
The people on the tall buildings in the distance looked at this scene, and felt that the wind at this moment was really blowing people's body comfortably!
Isn't it possible to break the formation in an instant? Why can't vegetation be replaced by stones
Isn't Thunderbolt great? Take it out and dye the stones red!
hehe!
He couldn't hold back the sneer. The garden was so quiet, and Ji Xiaoli was on high alert, he could hear clearly, he hurriedly raised his head and looked around in distress, and saw the person whose coat was fluttering in the wind at a glance.
She jumped up and waved: "Master National Teacher! Master National Teacher!"
"Master Guoshi, save me! I can't get out, woo woo woo!"
The black ice silk was gently blowing in the wind, but the person remained motionless.
Ji Xiaoli's voice became hoarse when he shouted, and he suddenly understood: He just wanted to trap her to death!
He is jealous of her Huigen! To kill her!
Evil comes from the guts, Xiao Li swallowed, and bravely shouted at him: "My father is a general! I have four brothers! They will kill you! And the princess! She will come... scold Die you! My mother will take a needle and stick it in your body! Put it all over your body!"
Are you scared? !
Be scared!
No response at all.
Ji Xiaoli was frightened: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo let me out! after i cultivate to become a god, bless you to become an immortal as soon as possible!" she begged and tempted.
The young man in black standing on the tall building with his hands behind his back sneered with a hint of playfulness in his sneer.
The old butler was supported by Xiaotian and climbed up the high platform out of breath. Following the eyes of the master of the country, he saw the girl from the Zhennan Palace, who was raising her head in the Sansheng Stone Formation with her face full of fear.
The old man sighed inwardly, but at this moment he dared not intercede for her.
The two servants, one old and one young, stood quietly with their hands down.
Bottom, Ji Xiaoli was about to cry: "Let me out... I, I want to be courteous!"
Master Guoshi, who is clean by nature, twitched his brows.
"… you dare!"
A cold and indifferent male voice came from the wind, and Ji Xiaoli finally got his response, and immediately grabbed hold of it: "I'm so stinky! My place is the upper air outlet, and it will definitely blow to you!"
The little girl's voice was like an oriole, clear and crisp, and her words seemed to be very real, and the stench seemed to have already hit her face. Chen Yubai didn't intend to kill her today, he waved his hand with a dark face, and Xiaotian immediately bounced downstairs to save her.
"If you dare to...can't help it before he comes, I'll throw you into the bucket!" The last sentence was already gritted.
"No, it won't!" Ji Xiaoli just wanted to survive, and comforted him timidly: "Even... I can't help it anymore, I will bury it myself! I guarantee you won't step on it!"
Master Guoshi took a long breath, and felt that the breath smelled bad in his lungs, and his chest hurt!
Gritting his teeth, he turned and left.
The old housekeeper quickly followed.
**
There is a table next to the window in the Guanxing Building, which is the place where the masters of the National Teacher often face paintings. The view of the garden outside the window is pleasing to the eye.
But where can Master Guoshi see the garden today? As soon as he entered the door, a gust of wind blew up, knocking down the bamboo pole supporting the window, and the window slammed shut, shutting the garden view out of his sight.
With a sullen face, he walked to the table to draw. He wrote so hard that every ink blot penetrated the back of the paper.
The old butler gently lowered the other windows.
His waist injury has not healed, and his movements are inevitably slow.
"Is the plaster I sent you useless?" The person standing by the window suddenly asked coldly.
The old housekeeper hurriedly turned around, bowed his head and bowed his head, "The old slave used it, used it... but after all, he has reached his age and has one foot in the coffin. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to get it right."
"I haven't asked someone to prepare your coffin. If you die now, you can't be buried next to my master." The young national teacher put down his pen, walked to the table and sat down, raised his eyes and looked at the coffin. He frowned impatiently, "Okay, get up, and talk if you have something to say."
The old butler didn't get up, but knelt down and kowtowed to him respectfully.
"Young master!" He used the old address, his voice trembling: "The old master of the state teacher should have gone before the end of his life, but he went there early. What is the reason? Leaking the secrets will damage the life so far, you You can't tamper with the destiny! The lady in Zhennan Palace...you can't kill her!"
The old man's choked up voice was so sad, but Chen Yubai's voice was still calm: "Then you go and kill her for me?"
The old housekeeper was about to cry, but choked up.
After choking for a long time, he came back to his senses, and persuaded earnestly: "My lord, why do you want her to die? Just let her stay in the mansion for a few years, and the girl will always marry when she reaches the age. Arrange for her."
"Who will marry her?" The sneer was so disdainful.
"This... there will always be someone to marry... right?" The old man hesitated for a moment, and encouraged himself to speak firmly: "There are so many young men in the Zhennan King's Army, the worst... there will be some at the lintel of the Ji family... Don't worry, my lord!"
Chen Yubai hooked the corners of his lips, but the smile didn't spread to his eyes at all. The old housekeeper knew that he didn't believe this, so he sighed and tried to persuade him again, but he stopped him: "For the time being, I won't kill her yet."
The old butler was dubious.
Master Guoshi's cold eyes rested on a pile of dead green radishes on the ground, and he said slowly: "The emperor issued an imperial decree asking me to accept her as a disciple, how can I disobey it?"
The old housekeeper felt that this was less credible than someone marrying that strange girl.
Master Guoshi, when have you ever been afraid of the emperor
Chen Yubai stared at the dead green radish that could not find any abnormality, his eyes were deep, "I want to see, except God, who else dares to plot against me!"
**
The old housekeeper got a guarantee that he would not kill Ji Xiaoli for the time being, he was temporarily relieved, and went to Zhuxing Courtyard to tell the little girl who was slaughtered at any time: don't actively provoke the Master of the National Teacher; don't passively provoke the Master of the National Teacher; Don't provoke Master Guoshi at every turn.
The little girl promised obediently, but she was crying in her heart, thinking that she didn't provoke him because he was jealous of her! There are still two days until Xiu Mu, when she returns home, she will never come again!
Probably because what she thought was written on her face, the next day the Master of the State Council sent someone to invite her, and asked her as soon as she entered the door: "Xu Mu tomorrow, is there someone from the Zhennan Palace to pick you up?"
Ji Xiaoli nodded proudly and cautiously.
The Master of the State Teacher also nodded, "Tomorrow, you will take a rest for a day. In the early morning of the next day, someone will drive you ten miles away to pick you up."
Seeing her disapproving expression, which he thought was well hidden, Chen Yubai sneered in his heart, "I heard that you want to learn how to cultivate immortals by taking me as your teacher?"
"Yes... originally."
Chen Yubai lowered his head and blew on the hot teacup, and asked casually, "What do gods know?"
Speaking of this, Ji Xiaoli became energetic: "Immortals know the world's affairs! Well, they can fly! They can make bones alive and bring them back to life!" She said excitedly with bright eyes.
Daye Dynasty's Guaju Wushuang slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at her with raised eyebrows and asked, "What do you want to know?"
Ji Xiaoli blinked his eyes, "I want to know: When will I become a fairy?!"
Master Guoshi pursed his lips, fell silent, and let out a sigh of relief: "Change one."
"... Then... Will it rain tomorrow?" The person with "You can't figure it out" written on his face was replaced by a "gentle and considerate" person.
Chen Yubai felt that his head was hurting, and his temples were swollen badly. He closed his eyes and suppressed his breath. He said "the overall situation is the most important thing" silently. He opened his eyes and told her calmly: "Let's put the first thing on hold. You said that the gods can fly. Is it?"
As soon as the words fell, the other person flitted out lightly, like a frightened dragon. The black ice silk was like the gorgeous night wind, blowing past Ji Xiaoli's eyes.
She hurriedly chased him out, and he had darted up the tree like a black hawk, the black figure was able to move freely among the lush greenery, the tree was higher than the roof of Wanqiantang, Ji Xiaoli had to look up when he saw him neck.
Master Guoshi flew around the tall house and big tree of Wanqian Hall, and when he landed, his posture was gorgeous and comfortable. Such a good-looking person, the black ice silk on his body was full of wind, making him look like he really came down from the clouds like a fairy.
"How?" The immortal asked her lightly, raising his eyebrows.
Ji Xiaoli nodded endlessly, "You fly so high!"
The fairy snorted.
"But this is not a fairy's soaring through the clouds and riding the fog! This is lightness kung fu, my father can do it, and my brothers can do it too. Ji Nanfei is even better than you!"
The immortal forgot: Although this little girl...but she comes from the most powerful family of generals in Daye Kingdom, the Ji family is full of men who join the army, and there are two living Lords of the White Tiger Commander. To her, it is as natural as the little white raised by the princess who can bark.
The originally sunny sky in the courtyard turned dark, the locust tree spirit trembled, the canopy moved without wind, Xiao Li wasn't sure whether it was holding back a laugh or was frightened.
She looked at the gloomy Master Guoshi in front of her in embarrassment.
But Chen Yubai did not become angry from embarrassment, he stared at her for a while with his lips pursed, and then laughed.
The smiling face of tens of thousands of pear blossoms on the icy sea and snow field made the corners of Xiaoli's eyes twitch, as if there was a picture flooding in from the depths of his memory. But before she could remember that scene, Chen Yubai said to her: "Well, you open your eyes and see."
He raised his hand to his thin lips, and blew a melodious and beautiful whistle.
Soon, an iron-gray shadow came from the sky behind Wanqiantang. The object flew extremely fast, and within a few breaths, it arrived in front of the eyes, and landed firmly on the arm of Master Guoshi.
Master Guoshi stretched out his arms in front of her with a cold face.
Ji Xiaoli opened his eyes in disbelief!
It's war pigeons!
It was the roasted and fragrant war pigeon that she buried with her own hands!
Raw bones! Back from the dead!
"Master!" She rushed forward to hug that arm, and the frightened pigeons flapped their wings and flew away. She hugged that arm tightly, afraid that it would turn into a cloud of smoke in the next moment, "Master is on top! Disciple... Disciple is below!" The little girl who aspired to cultivate immortality since childhood was incoherent.
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