When Ji Yuan returned to Li Mansion, it was already the fifth watch, and the night watchmen in the city had just started beating gongs along the streets.
Ji Yuan returned to the house and took out the Xiezhi scroll again. From time to time, there were noises of violent struggling coming from it. Obviously, even though he had arrived at his real home ground, the game between Xiezhi and Zhu Yan was far from over.
After placing the Xiezhi scroll on the table and slowly unfolding it, there was no Xiezhi image on it as before, but a complete blackness.
This time, he ambushed Zhu Yan, and then he comprehended the sword formation in the middle of the attack and then forcibly changed the formation. In addition, the previous sword formation was far from perfect. Every time Zhu Yan attacked in an attempt to break the formation, he hit the two pictures of heaven and earth and the sword formation, and it was Ji Yuan who resolved it.
Although Zhu Yan endured the terrifying killing power of the sword formation, his own counterattack was not completely ineffective, and it was not so easy to bear. To be honest, Ji Yuan himself had also damaged his vitality. This was exactly why Zhu Yan thought that Ji Yuan had greatly damaged his vitality and thought he could escape.
But when he saw the state of the Xiezhi scroll, Ji Yuan still asked in a nonchalant manner.
"Xiezhi, can you do this? If you want help, don't force yourself!"
After the words fell, it took a long time before the sound of Xiezhi was heard. The sound was loud, but short and rapid.
"unnecessary-"
As Xiezhi finished speaking, a huge amount of essence actually emanated from the scroll, like the lid of a pot of cooked rice that had just been opened, emitting large amounts of steam, and it continued to flow.
These essences penetrated through the doors and windows of the room, as if invisible and intangible, but rushed towards the room where Zuo Wuji was with a very purposeful purpose.
"To return the favor, I'm giving this Zhuyan Essence that I snatched and picked to that Zuo kid!"
Ji Yuan did not stop the Xiezhi. If Zuo Wuji wanted to make rapid progress in martial arts, he naturally needed to take supplements. Nothing was more suitable than Zhu Yan's essence. He nodded, placed the Xiezhi scroll in front of him, then sat down cross-legged, embracing the Yuan and concentrating his mind.
In a trance, the next moment, Ji Yuan was sitting on the top of a mountain in another world, with a huge alchemy furnace behind him and a painting of Xiezhi with a dark picture in front of him.
Here, the ink colors in the painting seem to come alive, with pieces of flowing light connected to the distant mountains, transforming into a giant beast and a giant ape fighting.
Zhu Yan's angry and unwilling voice continued to roar, while Xiezhi was silent most of the time, and only roared occasionally when it was about to launch an attack.
But Ji Yuan kept his eyes closed the whole time, not paying attention to the fight between the divine beast and the ferocious beast. All he thought about was the sword formation from before. Although the complete sword formation seemed to have emerged at the last moment, it was only a complete prototype and was far from reaching the ultimate state.
However, that brief moment of color was enough to cheer up Ji Yuan's heart. It was also the vitality and harmony brought by the Qingteng Sword that made the silent and murderous sword formation perfect in yin and yang.
The more he visualized the sword formation and the colors, the more Ji Yuan's energy would be depleted, and he even began to feel mental pain. This was a rare experience for Ji Yuan, who had unparalleled mental power.
But Ji Yuan would not and could not let that color disappear in his heart. At this moment, he slowly stood up, holding the Qingteng Sword in his hand, took out the "Sword Intent Post" and writing brush and ink, and used the sword to touch the ink and draw a sword picture on the "Sword Intent Post".
It is magical to say that the distance between the green vine and the sword represents murderous intent and spring, and the ink dropped on the "Sword Intent Post" is often not just black ink, but also various colorful colors that appear and disappear on the copybook.
…
“Boom boom boom…”
"Mr. Ji, it's time for breakfast."
Zuo Wuji's voice sounded outside the door along with knocks, but there was no response from Ji Yuan inside the room. Zuo Wuji frowned slightly and listened quietly for a moment, but did not sense any breath in the room.
After thinking about it, Zuo Wuji didn't continue knocking on the door and shouting. Instead, he went to have breakfast with Li Feng, intending to reserve some side dishes, rice porridge, etc. for Ji Yuan.
However, when Zuo Wuji and Li Feng came back to practice martial arts, Ji Yuan's door was not open. When they had lunch, dinner, and even when they were resting, Ji Yuan's door was not open.
…
“Boom boom boom…”
"Mr. Ji, are you still there?"
Li Feng knocked on the door and stood on tiptoe to see what was going on inside through the crack. Zuo Wuji stood behind him with a frown on his face. This was already the twelfth day.
"Feng'er, please move aside."
"oh."
Li Feng stepped aside, and Zuo Wuji walked back to the door. After a slight hesitation, he put his hand on the door and pushed it gently.
"Squeak~Ah~"
Zuo Wuji slowly pushed the door open, and the morning light shone into the room. There was only an empty low desk and an empty cushion. The four treasures of the study that had been spread out on the desk had all been taken away.
Zuo Wuji looked up at the bed not far away. The bedding on it was neatly folded, and it didn't look like anyone had slept there. He looked around the room and saw no trace of Mr. Ji's presence.
What made Zuo Wuji laugh and cry was that Li Feng ran to the bed, lay down and looked under the bed, so it was naturally impossible for him to see Mr. Ji.
"Master Zuo, is Mr. Ji gone?"
Zuo Wuji frowned, rubbed Li Feng's head and sighed deeply when he heard that.
"It seems that the gentleman left without saying goodbye..."
Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable, but he also knew that he could not control Mr. Ji's coming and going. After being depressed for a while, he seemed to remember something and looked up at Zuo Wuji.
"I heard from Dad that Master Zhu left without saying goodbye, and even Master Tang didn't know about it. Oh, and the Imperial Master also submitted his resignation to the Emperor. Although the Emperor strongly opposed it, Master Mo Yun insisted on leaving, and Dad was a little unhappy about it..."
Zuo Wuji smiled.
"Don't worry, since Mr. Ji has left, he must have resolved Zhu Yan's issue. Otherwise, he would have reminded us. As for Master Mo Yun, I heard he is also a great monk. Your father should go and visit him now while he is still here."
Li Feng laughed immediately.
"Why do you think Daddy is so unhappy? There are so many royal relatives going to visit Master Moyun, but my dad can't even get a place!"
"Haha, you kid!"
Although the two were laughing, they still felt a little melancholy about Ji Yuan's departure in their hearts. However, at least in Zuo Wuji's opinion, Li Feng's sadness this time was much better than when he first met the child.
Zuo Wuji's feeling was the fact. At the beginning, Li Feng thought that Mr. Ji was the best in the world, and almost all his expectations were on Ji Yuan. But now, he knew that his grandmother at home didn't really hate him, and his father was not inconsiderate to him. He also had Zuo Wuji, a close person to whom he could confide his emotions, and he felt much more at ease.
"Feng'er, get ready. We will leave the capital soon, and perhaps we will also leave the land under the rule of the Xiayong Dynasty soon."
Li Feng, who had been mentally prepared, also understood that this day would come sooner or later. He did not have any resistance in his heart. Instead, he was very excited, just like a primary school student who heard the teacher say that they would go on spring and autumn outings soon.
"Okay! I'll go tell Dad right away!"
Li Feng said this and ran out of Ji Yuan's guest room excitedly.
Zuo Wuji also took a step back and walked out of the room. After watching Li Feng's back going away, he looked back at the room and the futon and desk in the room, then gently closed the door before leaving.
In a study room in the official residence, Li Ping was reading a book. The book in his hand was also from Dazhen, but it was not a work written by Yin Gong, who was revered as a literary saint by more and more literati, but a book written by Yin Zhaoxian's eldest son Yin Qing, titled "Spring and Autumn Annals of Official Administration".
Obviously, reading this book can make Li Ping more familiar with the ways of officialdom and better understand how to deal with some difficult things, so as to handle problems and avoid trouble. Li Ping was much more interested in reading this book than reading Yin Zhaoxian's book, and he read it with great relish.
“Knock, knock, knock…” “Master, master, the Imperial Master is here!”
Li Ping, who was disturbed by the servants, was about to curse, but when he heard that it was the imperial teacher who came, he quickly put down the book in his hand and ran to the door of the study and opened it.
"The Imperial Master is here? Where is he?"
"Master, he has already entered the house and is in the living room."
The servant did not dare to delay and also came running over, and was even a little out of breath when speaking.
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
Although Monk Mo Yun had resigned from the position of Imperial Master, everyone in the court still called him Imperial Master. Li Ping was no exception. He hurried to the living room and saw Monk Mo Yun standing there waiting.
"Grand Master! Grand Master, please take a seat. Did you come all the way here to see Feng'er?"
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, Lord Li, I am no longer the Imperial Master. Today I have come here specially to bid farewell to Master Ji."
Li Ping was talking and bowing as he walked, and now he was hurried into the living room.
"What are you talking about, Imperial Master? The Emperor has already said that you will always be the Imperial Master of this dynasty. Are you...are you here to say goodbye to...Mr. Ji?"
Li Ping reacted halfway through his words and stared blankly at the old monk Mo Yun.
"Yes, Mr. Ji is here, how can I just leave?"
"Mr. Ji, are you here?"
Monk Mo Yun frowned and looked at Li Ping.
"Why, Lord Li doesn't know? Mr. Ji said he came here with Zuo Wusheng."
"But there was only one person who came with me..."
Li Ping couldn't continue speaking and slapped his head.
"Oh! Imperial Master, come on, I'll take you to see Mr. Ji, I really..."
"Daddy, Daddy... You are here, Master Zuo said he will take me away soon and asked me to pack my things!"
Li Feng, who had been looking for his father, now came running over excitedly, his voice coming along with his footsteps.
Li Ping hurried out and grabbed his son's hand.
"Then Mr. Ji, is Mr. Ji in the backyard?"
Li Feng looked at his father's expression, then saw that Master Mo Yun was also there, and knew that perhaps his father had understood something.
"Mr. Ji left without saying goodbye..."
"Ah? Gone... Mr. Ji has been here all along? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"My master forbad me to say that..."
Li Feng muttered something quietly, while Monk Mo Yun on the side simply lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together.
"Good is the Great Bright King Buddha."
…
Not being able to see Ji Yuan, Monk Mo Yun did not leave directly. Instead, he met Zuo Wuji and chatted with him for nearly half an hour before leaving. He did not return to the palace, but left the capital directly with his disciple Pu Hui, and no one knew where he was going.
On the next day, Zuo Wuji also set off with Li Feng, who had packed his things. When they came, they had several carriages and many servants accompanying them, but when they left, they only had one good horse with some luggage hanging on it.
The entire capital city was affected by the departure of the National Master. The court officials and the immortal masters all took actions. As the Li Mansion deliberately did not publicize the departure of Li Feng and Zuo Wuji and traveled light, not many people knew about it.
The first stop that Zuo Wuji took Li Feng to was Li Feng's hometown of Kuinan. They dismounted and stood in front of a blacksmith shop in the city.
"Brother Jin, you are still here!"
Zuo Wuji looked into the blacksmith shop with a smile, and Jin Jia put down the hammer, walked to the front of the shop and looked at Zuo Wuji.
"Mr. Ji has never been here?"
Jin Jia glanced at Zuo Wuji, then looked at Li Feng who was a little afraid of him, and spoke lightly.
"Your Majesty has not come yet."
Zuo Wuji sighed.
"Okay, so what are your plans for the future, Brother Jin?"
Jin Jia didn't speak for a long time. He stood there quietly for a while, then turned to look at Li Feng again, and then turned to look at Zuo Wuji.
"Where are you guys going?"
"It's hard to say. I roam the world doing justice and living a life of no fixed place, just to hone my martial arts skills."
Zuo Wuji answered, Jin Jia was silent for a long time, then looked at Li Feng and spoke slowly.
"I will follow you."
"Bang..."
Inside the blacksmith's shop, the old blacksmith's hammer fell to the ground. Although the other party was speaking Dazhen language, he seemed to understand that Jin Jia was leaving...