I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Pei Yizhi went up the steps, and when he reached the mountain gate, he knelt down reverently, "Old Ancestor, Yizhi is here, please accept my worship."

This is a method of sound wave transmission, no matter where a person is in the mountain, he can hear it.

In the training hall at this time, a double cultivation is going on. Unclothed men and women, their necks intersected, and above them, there is a slight air of air lingering.

This is the method of internal strength cultivation, and it is also the cultivation method that countless people envy.

"Stop for a while, I'll show you the future head of the Pei family." Chixue Patriarch said.

Shen Liqing opened her blurred eyes, her eyes were more attractive than before, her lips were redder, her skin could be broken by blows, and her whole body exuded a sweet fragrance like a peach.

The second type of dual cultivation method is to give what is more than it needs and make up for what is not enough, and she is the one who is made up for.

She said "oh", her voice was numb, "He is the head of the house, so what about my son?"

Patriarch Chixue pinched her face and tugged, "He has acted as the head of the family for eighteen years. Your son is the future king."

Is it king? The difference between king and emperor is one word. But if you become a king, will the emperor be far behind? Shen Liqing frowned and smiled.

At this time, the Chixue Patriarch had stood up, moved his fingers slightly, and the clothes beside the bed were removed from the hood. "You come out with me."

"yes."

At the mountain gate, the Chixue Patriarch heard Pei Yizhi's report.

"I don't think this is what the second uncle would do. Maybe it's his plan. I don't know. These years, the person he values ​​most is Xingzhi. From my guess, he may want to, before he dies, Go all out and remove the obstacles." Pei Yizhi said.

The red blood patriarch snorted. Where he stood, there was no wind, and the sleeves of his robe seemed to be filled with wind, which added to him the spirit of immortality. "Obstacle? What obstacle are you referring to?"

Pei Yizhi was referring to the Presbyterian Hall. In the strangling of Pei Yuanxian, the elders' hall mainly contributed.

"According to what you said, Zhe Yu and Pei Yuanxian, the enemies of life, will join forces? Interesting!"

Today's young people, he can't understand. Could it be that Pei Yuanxian really lost his mind and went crazy?

Pei Yizhi didn't understand. "Ancestor, according to your high opinion, what is the second uncle's intention in doing this?"

The finger of the red blood patriarch touched a point in the void, and there was a space distortion in that place. "His injury was caused by me, don't I know the severity? If there is anyone in this world who can save him from the gate of hell, probably... only that one person. His trap was set for me, Using himself and Zheyu as bait, he is betting that I will not refuse. But he probably forgot that in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is nothing."

Pei Yizhi was confused when he heard this, "Ancestor, I don't understand why Second Uncle would use Zha Yu as bait? Although he has a great talent, he is not enough to look good in front of you, Ancestor."

There was a faint sigh, overflowing from the mouth of the red blood patriarch. Although Pei Yizhi passed the presbytery level, he was far behind Pei Yuanxian in terms of mind and strategy.

"Yizhi, you are already the head of the Pei family. There are some things you should know. Do you think that Zhe Yu is just the teacher of the Kunming Academy back then, and is now the minister of Taichang Temple? No, his real identity is Dayan's fifth brother." The prince is the destiny son of that old bald donkey in Duchen, his real name is Ying Zhexu. I killed him twice, and he survived."

Pei Yizhi opened his mouth, opened it and closed it, as if stuffed with a duck egg, and was speechless for a long time. Every word of the red blood patriarch impacted his Tianling acupoint and refreshed his cognition.

"But this time, since he dared to use himself as a bait, ancestor, you won't let him live anymore." Shen Liqing changed into a dignified lady's dress, making her look holy and inviolable.

Naturally, Pei Yizhi had seen Shen Liqing in Kunming Academy, but when he saw it again today, it seemed that he had been completely reborn, and people couldn't take their eyes off him.

"That's natural." Chixue Patriarch pointed at Pei Yizhi, "Li Qing, how about you fight him."

"Okay." It was too late to say it, but at that time, Shen Liqing had already slapped his palm, and it was swift and swift, without delay.

After a moment of hesitation, Pei Yizhi had already fought back.

After dismantling three tricks, he discovered the crux of Shen Liqing's problem. She has rich internal strength, but her moves are very jerky. Equivalent to a baby carrying a huge sum of money.

With only two moves, Shen Liqing has already been defeated by Pei Yizhi.

The red blood patriarch was very satisfied with Pei Yizhi's kung fu. He is not smart, but his kung fu is good. Presbyterian Church probably has no one to match him.

Shen Liqing lost, but he was not reconciled, and shouted coquettishly, "Come again!"

After eight strokes, he was defeated.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

In this way, the two fought each other for five rounds.

Every round, Shen Liqing persisted under Pei Yizhi's hands longer than the previous round.

The Chixue Patriarch looked at Shen Liqing with a look of appreciation. Is the woman he likes a delicate flower? If that's the case, he won't be interested at all.

Pei Yizhi's expression was complicated. Seeing Shen Liqing was very embarrassed, but the brilliance was overwhelming.

"In the next few days, I'm going down the mountain. Yizhi, you stay on the mountain and accompany Li Qing to dismantle the tricks; Li Qing, the situation of the six kingdoms, court disputes, conspiracy, you teach this fool."

Two people said yes.

If Baicaoshi was present, she would definitely praise the arrangement of the red blood patriarch. No matter how poor his character is, he is a good teacher who teaches without distinction and tirelessly.

**

On the outskirts of Yanjing, there was a long funeral procession.

The inner and outer coffins are made of high-quality nanmu, and the body of the coffin is still covered with dark patterns. The horses pulling the cart are luxuriously decorated, and the ghost papers are flying around. The people in front of Dai Xiao are Pei Xingzhi and Huanyan.

Everything is showing that the deceased is honorable.

The hearse set off to the cemetery, and the destination was the branch of Honolulu—Tantai Peak.

The coffin bearers dropped the coffin to the ground, and some diggers were digging a hole. Their speed is very fast, showing that they are all sophisticated people.

After the pit was dug, the coffin was carried into the pit.

Everyone knelt down collectively and paid homage.

On Tantai Peak, there is a seat of Tianshui Tsingyi, stepping down. The corner of the robe brushed over the wild grass in autumn, not yet yellow, but with a feeling of green. He looks slow, but is actually fast. On both sides of the road, there was a faint wind movement, and a pair of eyes raised and lowered again. These are all combat forces ambushing in the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, Tianshui Qingyi had arrived at the cemetery. It was Zhe Yu.

"Master Zheyu, please express your condolences," the master of ceremonies called out.

Fold the feathers and crown, adjust the clothes, move forward, and bow deeply.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and dust. People subconsciously raised their arms to block their eyes.

Zhe Yu remained motionless, his palms naturally drooped, and he held a palm flower.

Dust and soil are blocked outside, and a vacuum circle is formed with Oriha as the center.

The voice of the red blood patriarch came, seemingly far away but actually near, with a sad tone, "Yuan Xian, my child, have you gone yet?"