Chapter 14

after the bridge is the gate of the palace. The gate has been opened, and the carriage directly enters the city.

The first feeling of entering the royal city is the emptiness. Behind the huge square, there are rows of stone stairs. At the end of the stone ladder is a grand palace. On the gate of the main hall, you can see several large golden characters "lihuogong".

The carriage drove to the stone steps. Yi Heng was getting ready to get off, but he found that the Taoist didn't want to get off the train, so he stopped.

Just when Yi Heng thought he was going to drive the carriage up the stone ladder, a middle-aged man in yellow robe came out of the palace gate at the end of the stone ladder.

After seeing the carriage, he picked up the yellow robe and hurried down the stone ladder. Behind him, there were a group of well-dressed officials.

Yi Heng knows that this is the king of departure and the king of leaving people.

The king left with all the people rushed down the ladder and stopped more than ten steps in front of the carriage and stood respectfully.

"Welcome the immortal master!" Exclaimed the king of Li with his officials.

Yi Heng of course did not think that they were talking to him, so he did not speak, just looked at them quietly.

"King, please come here!" The voice of the Taoist priest rang out.

"Yes," Li Ren Wang still did not dare to raise his head and stooped to the side of the carriage step by step.

"We have been waiting for the immortal master to arrive. We are as early as the hot pot ant. Fortunately, we heard the immortal master coming just now. We are eager to welcome him. I hope you can forgive me!" Wang said respectfully.

"That's all right," said the Taoist voice from the carriage. "It was supposed to be here a month ago, but it's only now that I've been injured because of fighting skills. The master of the clan's law decrees that one county should be given to hengguo when leaving the country. As for which county to let, you can discuss it yourself." The Taoist said, not to be placed.

Li Ren Wang slowly raised his head and his red eyes wanted to see through the curtain.

"Well?" There was an unpleasant nasal sound in the carriage.

Li Ren Wang was scared and immediately lowered his head, but Yi Heng still saw his appearance.

At forty or so, about seven feet, he has a strong back and a black hair, but his temples are slightly frosty. He has a Chinese face, big eyebrows, a pair of tiger eyes and a long nose. His lips are closed, his teeth are clenched, and his yellow face is unnecessary. Even if he bows down now, he has a sense of dignity.

"Yes, you can rest assured. We will obey the law."

Li Ren Wang's words are deeply unwilling.

"That's good. I know it will make you wait like a broken limb. But now that the school is weak, let's put up with it for the time being." The Taoist doesn't want to say more, "I'll rest in the outer city tonight. I'll go back to the Mountain Gate early tomorrow morning. You don't have to ask."

"Yes, if necessary, please call us immediately."

The king was in a very low mood and didn't even say much about staying.

The Taoist priest did not blame him. He patted the carriage.

Yi Heng heard the sign, then slowly turned the carriage, always on the way.

After leaving the king, Yi Heng looks at it again, and can't help sighing in his heart.

All the way out of the inner city, there was no voice from the king and the civil servants and military generals behind him.

All the way silence, Yi Heng thought about his mind, out of the inner city, just listen to the Taoist said, "directly around the south gate out of the city."

Yi Heng didn't answer. He turned right and drove to the south gate along the wide ring street.

It was not until dark that Yi Heng's carriage left the city. After leaving the city, the road was not spacious. In the weak moonlight, there was only a long and long road winding to the depths of the mountains.

Driving the carriage, Yi Heng slowly drove along the road. Looking at the dark mountains in the distance, he felt a palpitation.

Until the old horse couldn't move, and the Taoist didn't make any sound again. Yi Heng doubted whether he was asleep.

At this time, it was already dark, and the road had already passed through the scattered villages, and there was no more people around. Yi Heng had to stop his carriage at the foot of the mountain. From the nearby mountains, there was an unknown roar of beasts, which made Yi Heng scared.

Leaning against the big stone at the foot of the mountain, Yi Heng tries to practice again.

It seems that there is much more Aura to be sensed here than before. Although it is still not able to lead the aura into the body, it is easy to sense it.

Feeling that the aura is around him, he seems to be able to draw Qi into the body at any time, and Yi Heng's heart can't help but be happy.

With fear and joy, he fell asleep unconsciously. There is no road ahead. Where will he go tomorrow? He knew nothing.

After five days, Yi Heng wakes up on time and finds that the Taoist has already stood outside the car. Obviously, the cultivation of these days has made the Taoist spirit much better.

"The carriage is here."

Seeing Yi Heng wake up, the Taoist looks at the mountain and turns to Yi Heng.

"Yes," Yi Heng said, wondering if he was going to climb the mountain? Also, there is no way to enter the mountain for a long time. These paths should be taken by hunters from nearby villages. When they arrive here, they will go deep into the mountains, and ordinary hunters dare not go further.

Thinking about it, he released the old horse pulling the cart. After patting the horse, the old horse suddenly got free. He looked back at Yi Heng, and then turned around and ran slowly to the green grass in the distance.Looking at the old horse running away, Yi hengcai turns to stare at it and looks at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest didn't speak. He stretched out his right hand and held out his hand to make a decision. In his mouth, he called out. Suddenly, there was a glittering thing floating in the air in front of the Taoist. Yi Heng had not come and could see clearly. He only listened to the Taoist's voice: "big, big".

As if he could understand Taoist's words, the glittering object actually became bigger. At this time, Yi Heng realized that the object was actually a fan, and now it has become more than ten meters in size.

The Taoist priest, who was surprised by Yi Heng, jumped up and landed steadily on the fan in the air. The fan only sank slightly and then floated steadily in the air.

"Come up." Said the Taoist.

"Yes," Yi Heng used to answer. He ran over and looked at the big fan floating in front of his eyes. Yi Heng wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch it. He didn't dare to jump. He was afraid that once he jumped up, the fan would fall down.

"Come up quickly."

The Taoist seems to be impatient.

Yi Heng gritted his teeth and jumped up, pressing his upper body on the edge of the fan and climbing on the fan with both hands and feet.

He was relieved to find that the fan did not fall. However, he did not dare to stand up like a Taoist and hold the edge of the fan tightly with both hands.

This fan feels like gold or wood, but it can't tell what it is made of.

The Taoist priest saw Yi Heng come up. Although he didn't stand up, he didn't care about him. He decided to pinch the Dharma in his hand and shout "Qi" in his mouth.

The big fan rises slowly. Yi Heng closes his eyes with fear. He only feels the fan rising all the way. At this time, Yi Heng remembers the feeling of flying again.

When the fan is no longer raised and stabilized, Yi Heng quietly opens his half eye and sees that the fan has lifted them to the high altitude. From here, you can only see the peaks, which are like small tombs.

The Taoist priest pointed his right hand forward, and the fan flew forward at a faster and faster speed. The wind blowing in the face made the Taoist priest's Taoist robe whirring, which also made Yi Heng hold on to the fan more firmly.

I dare not open my eyes any more. First, I dare not look at the rapidly retreating mountains on the ground. Secondly, I can't stand the strong wind. Besides, there is no discomfort. After all, the plane was not used for nothing before.

But Yi Heng couldn't see the Taoist priest at this time. Standing on the fan like an immortal, the wind in front of him just blew his Taoist robe, which seemed to have no effect on his eyes.

The Taoist priest looked at Yi Heng, who was climbing on the fan tightly. He was smiling, but he thought about how old he was when he was taken to heaven by his master? It seems to be smaller than this kid.

Time goes by so slowly and slowly. This is what Yi Heng feels at the moment. Although this speed really makes Yi Hengxin happy, his whole strength is spent on grasping the edge of the fan. He feels exhausted. He is afraid that if he releases his hand, he will fall down. He may not be able to save himself.