It has been a while since Ye Futian left Xiahuang Realm. During this time, many things happened in Xiahuang Realm, but Ye Futian was no longer around.
In a courtyard in the Xiao family's residence in Xiahuang Realm, Xiao Sheng came here to find his father Xiao Qianhe.
Since the Battle of the Sky Realm, Xiao Sheng has been prohibited from entering the Xia Imperial Palace, which means that he will miss the center of power in the Xia Imperial Realm.
In fact, within the Xiao family, his status has plummeted, and he is no longer being trained as a future helmsman.
These days, Xiao Sheng has deeply realized the gap, but he practices harder, trying to break through the obstacles of the realm, step into the realm of the holy way, and prove it to the people of the Xiao family.
After entering the holy realm, he traveled far and wide.
However, although he has already taken half a step towards the level of the holy realm, he has yet to be able to connect with the great road of heaven and earth and achieve enlightenment and become a saint.
On this day, he came to his father Xiao Qianhe's mansion.
"Father." Xiao Sheng bowed and shouted.
Xiao Qianhe raised his head and glanced at Xiao Sheng, sighing secretly in his heart. Xiao Sheng was the most talented among his descendants.
"Why don't you practice in seclusion?" Xiao Qianhe asked.
"I heard that people from Shenxiao Valley came here, about Gongsun Ni?" Xiao Sheng said.
Xiao Qianhe looked at him, and then nodded: "The incident was widely spread, and you were bewitched by the woman, so Shenxiaogu thought that the matter between you and Gongsun Ni was over."
Xiao Sheng didn't say anything more, nor did he show hatred or anger. He had already thought of it.
The two parties had intended to marry each other before and had negotiated, but now, it was naturally impossible for Shenxiao Valley to marry Gongsun Ni to him.
"A lot of things have happened in Xiahuang Realm recently, but Ye Futian has not been seen. It is said that Shenxiao Valley is refining weapons for the people of Jiuzhou, but Ye Futian did not show up. Many people said that he was practicing in seclusion to attack the holy way. Could it be that Ye Futian has been practicing in the Lotus Golden Palace of the Royal Palace?" Xiao Sheng asked.
Ye Futian was allowed to enter the Xia Palace to practice at will, and was even allowed to enter the Lotus Golden Palace. This was a compromise made by his aunt Xiao Huangfei for him, but he ended up in this situation. The gap between the two sides was so huge.
"Maybe." Xiao Qianhe said.
"Then why did the princess summon Ye Futian's monster into the palace? After I heard that, the monster never left the palace. Could it be that it was also in the Lotus Golden Palace like Ye Futian?" Xiao Sheng asked again.
Xiao Qianhe stared at him when he heard the other party's words. It seems that even though he is practicing, Xiao Sheng has been paying attention to Ye Futian's movements, even if it is a monster, he is paying attention.
It seems that the resentment is very strong.
"What do you want to say?" Xiao Qianhe asked.
"In the Battle of the Sky Realm, Ye Futian showed that he has the ability to control monsters, even from a distance. He doesn't need to be around. The black wind eagle may be able to directly convey his orders through the air. I think father, that Are the monsters cultivating in the Lotus Golden Palace or in the Princess Mansion?" Xiao Sheng asked.
"It seems that you have made a judgment, but even if he is in the princess's mansion, what does it mean? Do you think Ye Futian is there?" Xiao Qianhe said: "Even if Qingyuan really lets him live in the princess's mansion, your majesty has no objection. It’s not your turn to ask.”
His voice was a little more serious. Although he was also unhappy in his heart, this incident was also a lesson. Even if he was unhappy about some things, he should not worry about them. Even if he was his uncle, it would not be his turn.
"No..." Xiao Sheng shook his head: "Father should understand the princess's character. He cannot be in the princess's mansion. If the princess keeps his monster in the mansion, it is naturally for communication. So can we guess that Ye Futian is no longer in the palace, or even , not in the Emperor Xia Realm."
Xiao Qianhe stared at Xiao Sheng. There was no doubt that hatred was sometimes a kind of power. Because of her resentment towards Ye Futian, Xiao Sheng kept staring at his movements and made extremely accurate judgments.
"What do you want to say?" Xiao Qianhe looked at his son.
"Although Ye Futian is not here, the princess would not leave his monster in the princess's mansion. There is only one possibility besides caring." Xiao Sheng looked sharp: "Ye Futian, he went to a very dangerous place. A princess needs to know what’s going on at all times, father, where do you think he will go?”
"You'd better learn a lesson from what happened last time." Xiao Qianhe warned. He felt that his son might want to do something dangerous.
"Father, don't worry, I have certainly learned a profound lesson." Xiao Sheng nodded and said, "Father, I will go back first."
After saying that, he turned and left. Xiao Qianhe stared at his back. He was also thinking, where did Ye Futian go
When Xiao Sheng turned around, his expression was particularly indifferent.
Some guesses can be found out through testing.
Although Ye Futian disappeared for a while, there are still many people in Jiuzhou.
He wanted to know if Ye Futian was still in Xiahuang Realm. If not, could he come back at any time
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In the Dali Dynasty, Ye Futian followed Lu Chuan to the Dali Imperial Court again the next day.
When he stepped into the Dali Imperial Courtyard, many people gathered around to watch.
The battle between Jian Qi and Di Hao proved that he was the number one person in the imperial court of Dali, and was stronger than Dongchen of Dali Kingdom.
In addition, he was accepted as a disciple by the Imperial Master, so he naturally attracted much attention.
Walking in the Dali Imperial Courtyard, many people were whispering. Ye Futian ignored these voices and followed Lüchuan to a place of practice.
There were already several people waiting for them here, obviously knowing that Ye Futian was coming.
Yan Yuan, the eldest disciple of the Dali Imperial Master, was there.
Besides Yan Yuan, there are three other people, all of whom have outstanding temperaments.
"I've seen a few senior brothers." Ye Futian shouted, naturally knowing that these people were the disciples of the Dali Imperial Master.
"Senior Brother, you should already know that next to you is Second Senior Brother Nan Zhai, Third Senior Brother Mu Chunyang, and Fourth Senior Brother Wang Zhong." Lu Chuan introduced one by one to Ye Futian. He himself ranked fifth and had the smallest original ban. But now, it is Ye Futian.
"Young junior brother is so handsome, he must be very popular with women." The second senior brother Nan Zhai said with a smile. What surprised Ye Futian was that Nan Zhai was obviously different from the other disciples of the Imperial Master. He was very old and white. He has a white beard and looks older than the Imperial Master.
His eyes are not big, and he squints them when he smiles, making him look very friendly.
Compared to second senior brother Nan Zhai, third senior brother Mu Chunyang looked much sharper. He had shoulder-length black hair, wore black clothes, and carried a knife behind his back. He was obviously a swordsman.
Fourth senior brother Wang Zhong, his eyes are very sharp, glowing with golden light. He looks very young, as if he is about the same age as Ye Futian, but his real age is obviously not what he looks like. After all, Wang Zhong himself is already in the second level of the Holy Path. The presence of the Holy Self.
In fact, Lu Chuan had introduced him in advance before coming. The five direct disciples of the National Master were all very strong. The eldest, Yan Yuan, and the third, Mu Chunyang, were both flawless saints in the third realm of the Holy Path.
On the contrary, the second child, Mr. Nan Zhai, is not as good as the third child. He is only the Holy Self, but he started earlier, so he is the second child.
Wang Zhong and Nan Zhai are in the same realm, and they are both saints of the true self.
Luchuan is the first level of the Holy Path, the pinnacle state of enlightenment, and there is always the opportunity to break through and enter the true self.
After Yuan Jin died in the battle, the Imperial Master only had five direct disciples. Even the weakest Lu Chuan was a figure who was famous in the Great Li Dynasty ten years ago. One can imagine the weight of the Imperial Master's disciples.
That's why Di Hao wanted to join his sect to practice, and after the imperial master chose Ye Futian, it instantly caused a shock in Lihuang City.
"Senior brother, junior brother only pursues the art of swordsmanship and doesn't care much about women's affairs." Ye Futian responded.
Rumor has it that Mr. Nan Zhai is mediocre in talent, but he has a good mood. Back then, he was surpassed by Mu Chunyang, who started a few years later. Many people commented that he was still calm and composed and did not take it seriously. Now, he is surpassed by his third junior brother Mu Chunyang. Pulled down a level.
"Pursue the truth wholeheartedly, unlike your senior brother who is often distracted and whose realm has been surpassed by your three senior brothers. You and Lu Chuan should not practice too fast and wait for your senior brothers to break through first." Mr. Nanzhai said with a smile, and Ye Futian was speechless. Looking at each other, do you think he is a senior brother like this
"Don't listen to his nonsense. If you encounter any problems in practice in the future and it is inconvenient to ask the teacher, you can ask your second senior brother for advice." Mu Chunyang said.
"It seems that the third child still trusts me." Mr. Nan Zhai nodded.
"Although your cultivation talent is not good, you are still very good at talking on paper." Mu Chunyang replied.
"Ahem..." Mr. Nan Zhai blushed and glared at Mu Chunyang. Senior brother, don't you want to lose face
"I'm leaving first." Wang Zhong said, and then left alone. Ye Futian glanced at him and only heard Mr. Nan Zhai say: "That's how your fourth senior brother is, don't worry about it."
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded. When he was at a low level, he felt that the strong men in the holy realm were high and seemed unattainable.
However, when you reach the realm, you will understand after contact. Except for the high level of cultivation and the different state of mind, there is not much difference in getting along with each other in daily life.
Sages and sages are just realms, and they are all human beings after all.
"Sword Seven." Yan Yuan said, "If you encounter problems in your practice and need help, you can ask your second senior brother. If you want to temper yourself with the holy way, you can ask your third senior brother. If you have anything to do on weekdays, you can Go to Lu Chuan, and if they can’t solve it, come to me.”
"Understood." Ye Futian nodded. No matter how outstanding and legendary Lu Chuan was, he used to be the youngest under the Imperial Master's sect.
This reminded him of the Cottage. No matter how talented he was, he was still his junior brother. Although his senior brothers and sisters loved and protected him, they also liked to tease him on weekdays.
Unexpectedly, he found a sense of familiarity in Dali, and he didn't know how he felt.
"That day outside the National Academy of Dali, thank you senior brother for rescuing the siege." Ye Futian said, he was naturally referring to the matter of Li Xuan that day.
Yan Yuan seemed to be unwilling to help, but in fact he forced Li Xuan to compromise and begged Yan Yuan for help.
"Li Xuan's motives were impure. He wasn't trying to help you that day. If he still provokes you in the future, don't be polite and just don't kill him." Yan Yuan said calmly.
"Understood." Ye Futian nodded, and then left here and went to the library pavilion of the Dali Imperial Academy!
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