The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Lin Manqing watched Zeng Yizi disappear into the void and was about to move forward when she heard a strange sound behind her, as if a deflated tire was rolling on a bumpy road.

She looked back and saw a skinny dog ​​pulling a cart slowly approaching.

The wheels of the cart were very strange. No one knew what material they were made of. They were sometimes round and sometimes flat. They seemed like living things, rolling on the crystal steps of the Heavenly Road, making strange noises.

There was a woman sitting on the cart, her back hunched, her head tilted upward, staring into the void above the road to heaven.

Asi saw the thin dog and started barking.

The dog also stopped and barked at A-Si.

Both sides bared their teeth and bristled as if they had seen a strong enemy.

"Asi!" Adong scolded.

"Doji!" the woman on the cart called softly, reaching out her hand to gently stroke the thin dog's fur.

Both dogs quieted down.

Lin Manqing looked at the woman in surprise and asked, "Dawa, why are you here?"

"I heard your flute." Dawa smiled.

"So that's how it is!" Lin Manqing was amazed. "Where are you going next?"

Dawa said: "I obey the will of God and head towards the plateau. Your flute sounds like God's call. If my wife is willing, I will accompany you and walk this journey together."

Lin Manqing smiled and said, "Of course I do."

"Woof woof!" Asi seemed to understand that there was another fellow of his kind competing for his favor on the road, and he barked twice in dissatisfaction.

The thin dog named Doji tilted its head and barked twice in response to its disdain.

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Zeng Yizi hurried back to Tianqiong Garden along the Tianlu with a heart full of melancholy and determination.

In his mind, Lin Manqing's soul-stirring first sound of heaven and earth still echoed. The dreamlike primitive island and the scene of harmonious coexistence of all things were like a ray of light, illuminating the purest yearning for the world in his heart.

However, at this moment he had to face the cruel reality - his third senior sister Ouyang Shuang was still suffering from the poison of Mo Fu, and her life or death was uncertain.

As one stepped into Tianqiong Garden, Xizhou was in deathly silence. The former peace had long gone, replaced by an atmosphere so depressing that it made one feel suffocated.

Zeng Yizhi frowned, his eyes showing a hint of vigilance. He unconsciously lightened his steps, and every step seemed like he was stepping on a knife edge. He headed straight towards the hall, and with every step he took, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

Gao Qi stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. He didn't even turn his head, but he seemed to know everything that was happening behind him. He said coldly:

"You're back!"

"Gao Qi, give me the antidote." Zeng Yizi said straight to the point. There was no fear or cowardice in his voice, only firmness and determination.

Gao Qi slowly turned around, a cold smile on his face, like frost in winter, his eyes full of mockery and disdain. He raised his chin slightly, looked down at Zeng Yizi, and said slowly:

"We agreed on three days, but it's been less than a day. Did I overestimate you, or underestimate those bugs that crawled up from the mortal world?"

His voice was low and cold, echoing in the empty hall, as if carrying an invisible pressure that made people shudder.

Zeng Yizhi's eyes instantly turned cold, like a sharp blade. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his arms bulged slightly because of anger. He suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "I have tried my best."

"But you broke your promise. Since you failed to fulfill your promise, why should I give you the antidote?"

"If you don't give it to me, I'll take it myself."

Zeng Yizi's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable power.

"Oh?" Gao Qi sneered, his laughter full of contempt and ridicule, "I want to see how you take it."

As he spoke, he slowly took a few steps forward, each step steady and powerful, as if showing Zeng Yizi his absolute superiority.

Zeng Yizi felt the powerful force coming from Gao Qi, and the space in the entire hall was compressing.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes burned with anger. He knew very well that Gao Qi would never give him the antidote, even if he really stayed on the Heavenly Road for three days, Gao Qi would not give him the antidote.

There was a hint of determination in Zeng Yizi's eyes, as if he was ready to fight to the death.

He slowly picked up the zither in his arms. At this moment, there was only one string left, but it seemed to contain endless power. His eyes became firm and resolute, and a dignified aura emanated from his body, as if he was announcing to Gao Qi that he would never back down. He gently stroked the strings, feeling the familiar touch, and an inexplicable courage surged in his heart.

Gao Qi saw this and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He realized that Zeng Yizi's cultivation seemed to have made amazing progress in such a short period of time.

"How did you do it? In less than a day, your realm has advanced at least one calamity." Gao Qi looked at Jiang Zifeng beside him and shook his head unconsciously.

Yun Yangzi's disciples were all extremely talented, but this Jiang's "favorite" was a mediocre one. If Jiang Zifeng had half the talent of Zeng Yi, Gao Qi wouldn't have to worry so much.

"Damn Yun Yangzi!" Gao Qi cursed in his heart.

However, he still did not take Zeng Yizi seriously.

In his opinion, Zeng Yizi was far from being his opponent.

"Zifeng, go meet him." Gao Qi said lightly, as if he was giving instructions for a trivial matter.

His voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty, and people dared not disobey.

Jiang Zifeng walked out from the side with a hint of hesitation and fear on his face.

His steps were a little slow, and he took every step carefully. He looked at Zeng Yizhi, feeling anxious. Zeng Yizhi had a very high level of cultivation and prestige among the disciples of Tiandu. After several recent setbacks in confidence, especially when Gao Qi told him that he was not a genius, he lost his former edge and confidence.

Jiang Zifeng's heart was full of contradictions. He was afraid of fighting against Senior Brother Xi, but he also wanted to prove himself again by defeating Zeng Yizi.

"What are you waiting for? Children of the Jiang family should not be afraid! As long as I am here, he can't cause any trouble." Gao Qi saw Jiang Zifeng's timidity and said coldly.

Jiang Zifeng gritted his teeth, stepped forward, looked at Zeng Yizi, and said with a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Xi, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he took out the purple gold gourd.

Zeng Yizi looked at Jiang Zifeng, there was no anger in his eyes, only a hint of helplessness and regret.

He sighed softly and said, "Old Fifteen, for the sake of our past friendship, you should make the first move."

There was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his voice, as if he was lamenting the fickleness of fate.

Jiang Zifeng took a deep breath and muttered something. The purple gold gourd slowly rose up, and the mouth of the gourd was aimed at Zeng Yizi.