Celestial being

"The National Preceptor has great influence in the capital. I must show weakness to the enemy. If I show my cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage, the Imperial Preceptor will definitely ask other high-level monks to attack me. Lin Junsheng will not stay in the capital obediently. Yuan Ming said and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

"That's right. Today you killed Taoist Yuhu. Soon it will spread throughout the world and become famous. But it will also completely offend the Changchun Guanguo division. What are your plans in the future?" Naturally, the little emperor also asked. He didn't really blame Yuan Ming, but asked with some worry.

"I'll be leaving soon. This world is so big, where can't I fit in? I can be a casual cultivator and be at ease." Yuan Ming said calmly.

"It seems that your trip to Southern Xinjiang has greatly improved your character. If I have the opportunity, I will go out and travel with Loulan." The little emperor said with some yearning.

"It doesn't matter what happens to me. I am alone and can come and go freely. However, my father and mother remain in the capital. If Changchun Temple takes revenge because of today's incident, they may not be able to resist it." A trace of worry flashed in Yuan Ming's eyes.

"You don't have to worry about this. It's a fair duel between you and Taoist Yuhu. Life and death are determined by destiny. This matter will soon spread throughout the Jin Dynasty and even the neighboring countries. Changchun Guan has always regarded itself as a major sect of righteousness, and it will definitely not I am angry at you because of this, so as not to lose my reputation. In addition, I will also make proper arrangements to protect the Yuan Mansion." The little emperor paused and then said: "The line of national teachers has controlled the government for many years and has excellent disciples. After being monopolized by them for so many years, it’s time to give up. He took action against you and violated the ban. You openly challenged and killed him. You are doing my grandpa the emperor a great favor. "

"Then how can your grandfather thank me?" Yuan Ming asked.

"That's probably all I can do to keep you safe." The little emperor replied, "Even so, you have to be careful. As the saying goes, open arrows are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are difficult to guard against."

This was what Yuan Ming was most worried about. After hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Speaking of which, the Fire Cloud spell previously performed by Taoist Yuhu was very powerful. Do you know the origin of this spell?"

"As far as I know, this Fire Cloud Secret Technique is a special secret technique of Changchun Temple. It is extremely powerful, but it is very difficult to practice, so it is not famous. Yuhu must have only scratched the surface." The little emperor said.

"Fire Cloud Secret Technique? How is it different from the magic you used to kill Lin Junsheng before?" Yuan Ming asked casually.

"The spell I used to kill Lin Junsheng is called Explosive Technique. It is an introductory spell before practicing the Fire Cloud Secret Technique." The little emperor said.

"Then with your talent, you should be able to learn the Fire Cloud Secret Technique. This magic is really terrifying. If I didn't have some good mid-level defensive magic weapons, I would have been defeated long ago." Yuan Ming sighed.

"Yes, with my talent in fire-attribute spells, I will also practice this technique after I enter the temple." The little emperor said ostentatiously.

Yuan Ming chatted with the little emperor for a while, then said goodbye and left.

When passing by a certain garden, flower branches emerged from the ground, and before they were put into the spirit beast's bag, they began to murmur randomly.

Yuan Ming was startled, and after listening carefully, he found that Huazhi was complaining that Yuan Ming should not have released the white ape in the battle just now.

"You don't seem to like White Ape? Why?" Yuan Ming asked in confusion.

"I don't know, I just think it's annoying." Hua Zhi was stunned for a moment, and replied through a telepathic message.

"Okay, why do you hate him? He has no intelligence." Yuan Ming said.

"I just hate him. When I see him, I can't help but want to tie him up and whip him." Huazhi chattered.

…

Outside the palace gate, somewhere under a high wall, the carriage of the General's Mansion was waiting here, with Yuan Zuochong waiting in the carriage.

Not long after, Yuan Ming boarded the carriage, and Yuan Zuochong faced his son, who had reached the foundation-building stage, full of questions and was about to ask.

"Father, this is not the place to talk. Let's talk after we go home." Yuan Ming said softly.

Yuan Zuochong nodded, looked around twice and then lowered the car curtain.

Neither father nor son spoke, and they returned to the General's Mansion in silence.

In the inner hall of the General's Mansion, Yuan Ming's mother stood in the middle with a gloomy face. She seemed to already know what was going on at the throne passing ceremony.

"Mother." Yuan Ming said with a dry laugh.

"Ming'er, you were too impulsive today. Although the Imperial Master deserves to die, you should not attack in public. This move may offend many people, especially the monks in Changchun Temple, which will cause a lot of trouble." Yuan's mother was silent for a long time, and finally said He spoke.

Yuan Ming did not argue with his mother. Yuan's mother was very understanding and what she said was true, but after all, she was not a cultivator, and she did not know the cause and effect and could not explain it.

Taoist Priest Yuhu is a national master with a respected position and lives in a deep palace. If he doesn't take action today, it may be difficult to see him in the future, let alone take revenge.

Yuan Ming can also choose to take action when Taoist Priest Yuhu is out, but he doesn't know how long it will take, and once he is discovered, he will become an outright assassin, truly offending the entire Changchun Temple, and the entire Jin Dynasty will never be able to do anything again. His place of refuge.

Now that he is challenging in public, although he has offended many people, the impact of this matter is quite large. However, those people have no legitimate reason to attack him, and are safer on the contrary.

"Ming'er is a young man after all. He's in a fit of temper and the matter is over, so it's okay not to mention it." Yuan Zuochong acted as a peacemaker.

Yuan's mother glared at Yuan Zuochong, but said nothing more about it.

"Ming'er, when did you break through the foundation building? You have only been practicing for three years, and you have entered the realm so fast?" Yuan Zuochong changed the subject and tried to ease the atmosphere in the hall.

"I just had some adventures in southern Xinjiang." Yuan Ming naturally cooperated with his father.

He picked out some of his experiences in southern Xinjiang and told them.

As for the reasons for improving his cultivation, he focused solely on elixirs and spiritual incense, and did not mention the Thieving Heaven Cauldron.

Although Yuan Zuochong has also practiced martial arts, he has always been living in the secular court. Strictly speaking, he is not a true immortal, and he has never participated in the serious battles of immortal cultivators. He has no idea about the life described by Yuan Ming. Quite curious.

Yuan's mother was also attracted by Yuan Ming's story, and her expression softened a lot.

"Father, now I don't have to hide anything anymore. Here are some elixirs and spiritual incense that can be used to improve cultivation during the Qi refining period, as well as a few magic weapons. You can use them first. If they are not enough, you can tell me." Yuan Ming took out one. The storage ring was handed to Yuan Zuochong.

Yuan Zuochong looked at the ring in his hand and felt the dazzling array of things inside through his spiritual consciousness. He felt happy but also a little complicated at the same time.

"I'm just giving you something for your father. Where's mine?" Mother Yuan stretched out her hand.

"Of course the child will not forget his mother. This Qingxin Pearl, when worn close to the body, can regulate the five internal organs, relax muscles and activate muscles. It also has some effects on women's beauty and skin care. It is just suitable for mothers." Yuan Ming took out a white jade box and handed it over.

There is a light blue round bead in the box, which exudes a soft luster and is very beautiful.

He searched several markets on his way back to Dajin before he found this gift that was suitable for his mother.

After hearing this, Mother Yuan took the ball and looked at it happily.

"Father, I killed Taoist Yuhu today. Although it was an honest duel, the people in Changchun Temple may not take revenge. I can't stay at home. It would be better for you and mother if I left home." Although the little emperor said It's okay, but Yuan Ming is still worried and warned.

"Yes, Ming'er, feel free to go. Although I have practiced immortal magic, I am still a common member of the imperial court, and my status is considered prominent. The people in Changchun Temple do not dare to do anything to us." Yuan Zuochong said.

"That's good." Yuan Ming nodded.

"Ming'er, do you want to leave the capital alone?" Mother heard something was wrong.

"Changchun Temple will never give up. If I stay in the city for a long time, someone will find me sooner or later." Yuan Ming sighed.

"But you finally came back from southern Xinjiang, and now you have to leave alone, and you are still being targeted by the Changchun Temple. If something happens to you, how will you let me live?" The mother was so worried that she almost shed tears.

"Ming'er, what your mother said makes sense. Changchun Temple is very powerful. Will it be more dangerous if you are alone outside?" Yuan Zuochong also advised.

Yuan Ming was helpless and was thinking of explaining a few more words to reassure his parents when he saw his mother grabbing his hand as if seeing a life-saving straw.

"The white jade ring you have been wearing since childhood, your grandma said, it is a treasure passed down from Shengye Sect. If you encounter trouble, you can use it to go to Leizhou City and ask for help from the sect." Mother touched the ring on Yuan Ming's hand and said .

Yuan Ming was stunned, and suddenly recalled the one-armed old man he met in Black Rock City in southern Xinjiang. The Zhenling Pavilion he was in seemed to be the Leizhou Sect.

He pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's fine. Just follow mother's advice and I will go to Leizhou to seek refuge with the Shengye Sect for protection."

My mother was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll help you pack your luggage. Bring more things so that you don't have to endure hardships alone."

"Ming'er will rest at home tonight. I will dispatch a team of elites to escort you to Leizhou tomorrow." Yuan Zuochong also said.

Yuan Ming nodded and did not reject his parents' kindness. However, after returning to the room, when no one was paying attention, Yuan Ming secretly wrote a secret letter and gave it to Huazhi, asking him to send it from the underground to the palace.

…

The next day, before dawn, the rooster had just crowed.

Yuan Ming opened the door, put on his concealment cloak, and used illusion to cover his figure.

In this way, he walked freely in the house and soon came to his father and mother's bedroom.

While he was still sleeping, his father's brows were furrowed, as if he had dreamed of something bad, while his mother also had a sad face and murmured Yuan Ming's name.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming sighed, kowtowed silently to them a few times, and then placed a letter written overnight on his father's pillow.

In the letter, there was also a communication charm that Yuan Ming bought at the market so that his father could contact him if necessary.

After giving his parents a final look, Yuan Ming turned around and left the general's residence quietly.

Outside the house, a simple carriage parked quietly in the corner.

Beside the car, a figure wearing a hat and black clothes was waiting anxiously.

Not far away, Yuan Ming, who had just left the house, released the soul crow and quietly observed it to make sure that no one else was ambushing the carriage. Then he stepped forward and said, "I'm here."

"Get in the carriage first." The mysterious figure immediately pulled Yuan Ming onto the carriage, and he saw that it was the little emperor Liu Tianming.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Yuan Ming asked in a low voice on the carriage.