Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

After soaking in the hot spring, the two got dressed and returned to their homes.

From that night on, Han Ziyu couldn't avoid Bei Yi, no matter in class or at meals.

Two days later, in the depth of winter, Xi Qing sent a letter.

"Master, Master, there is a letter from Northern Xinjiang." Xi Qing walked to the main hall of Baishui Palace.

Han Ziyu received the letter: "Call your senior brothers and sisters and set off for Northern Xinjiang this afternoon."

Xi Qing was very excited. He had stayed on the top of Wangya for almost half a year without going down the mountain. This time he could not only go down the mountain but also go on a long trip. He heard that the folk customs in the frozen northern Xinjiang were open, and there were even snow wolves as mounts.

The master and apprentice drove the carriage all the way to Beijiang. Bei Yi was vomiting so much that he was in a daze.

Xi Qing frowned: "Why didn't I see you vomiting last time I went to Xuandu?"

Wang Ruonan said: "Being dizzy in a carriage does not mean that you get dizzy every time."

Bei Yi weakly leaned against the car window to get some air. After a while, he stuck his head out and vomited. After struggling for a day and night, Bei Yi's face turned sallow and his lips were bloodless.

"I will take Bei Yi to fly with the sword, and Mu Yuan will take Xi Qing and Xiao Qi to Northern Xinjiang."

"Yes." Mu Yuan drove the carriage down the road.

Yu Jian flew for two days and two nights before arriving at the border of Northern Xinjiang. As soon as he entered Northern Xinjiang, the cold wind was biting.

Mo Ling and Lu Ming were waiting at the inn early.

Seeing the master and apprentice shivering from the cold, Mo Ling was stunned.

Their hair and eyebrows were all covered with frost, and their faces were pale. Bei Yi even sneezed loudly several times in a row.

"It's so cold," Bei Yi said.

Mo Ling was dressed in mink velvet and a mink hat: "Han Xianzun, why do you wear so little? By the way, why didn't Ruonan come?"

"How did we know that it would be so cold in Northern Xinjiang? Senior sister is on her way here." Bei Yi was so cold that he trembled even as he spoke.

A biting cold wind blew, and Lu Ming immediately said: "Come in quickly."

Mo Ling arranged for her servants to get two pairs of clothes to keep out the cold.

Bei Yi sat down next to the stove: "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Han Ziyu said.

Mo Ling brought a pot of warm wine and poured it for the two of them: "Master Hanxian, there has been a ghost in the Imperial City of Northern Xinjiang recently. My father is helpless, let alone us juniors. We are even more helpless. The ghost is disturbing the Imperial City every day." There is no peace day and night, calling out in the city every night: What year is this evening? Where is my king?"

"This ghost is also very strange. Everyone who answers the question is dead. Its illusion technique makes it impossible to distinguish between true and false. Everyone who enters the illusion goes crazy."

Han Ziyu drank half the glass before Bei Yi snatched it away: "Master, I'm not a good drinker, drink less."

Han Ziyu asked: "Has this ghost done other things to harm living beings?"

"That's not true." Mo Ling said.

After the master and apprentice changed into Beijiang clothes, they rested for a long time at the inn before waiting for Mu Yuan and others.

The horses were also shivering with cold.

After the five masters and disciples gathered together, they rushed to the Imperial City of Northern Xinjiang. They were no longer riding carriages, but riding wolves.

The snow wolf has a noble temperament, soft hair, ice-blue eyes, a huge body, and can run extremely fast.

Bei Yi was knocked down as soon as he got on a wolf.

Xi Qing laughed loudly from the side: "You useless piece of shit, you can't even tame a wolf."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew onto the wolf's back, and the snow wolf kicked him away. Xi Qing fell into the snow, his face covered with snow.

Wang Ruonan covered her mouth and smiled happily.

"Stop making trouble," Han Ziyu said.

The four of them stood up.

Mo Ling was startled by Han Ziyu who was so serious. Although she heard that Han Xianzun had a bad temper, in her impression, Han Xianzun was an elegant nobleman.

She walked up to the five wolves and handed each wolf some raw meat: "Be good."

The five wolves all lay down and allowed the master and apprentice to drive.

From the inn, we drove the snow wolf through the icy pine forest, walked through the three-foot-frozen lake, and climbed over a snow-capped mountain before arriving at Mobei, the imperial capital of northern Xinjiang.

The imperial capital is heavily guarded, and tough soldiers guard the imperial city.

Mo Ling took out the token, and the guard waved his hand to let him go.

The heavy palace door slowly opened, and what came into view was the endless palace passage, and a cramped and solemn atmosphere came over.

This scene reminded Bei Yi of the Demon Lord's Palace he built in his previous life, and it was full of depression.

Mo Ling held Lu Ming's hand and walked along the long palace road.

The cold wind blew the blizzard and hit people's faces with great pain.

Bei Yi quickened his pace and walked in front of Han Zi, shielding him from the wind and snow.

Just as we reached the end of the palace road, there was another endless road at the corner, with high walls and snowflakes accumulating on the top of the wall.

A public servant came over and said, "I'm late. I'm not here to greet you. I'll invite you here, Lord Hanxian."

Several people followed the father-in-law.

Wang Ruonan was tired from walking, and after walking around for who knows how long, she finally saw the majestic palace.

"Immortal Lord, my emperor has prepared a feast, please come here."

Several people walked for unknown distance before arriving at the palace where the affairs were being discussed.

The Emperor of Northern Xinjiang, Mo Huacheng, smiled heartily and said: "I have heard Ling'er praising Han Xianzun's immortal appearance earlier. Now that I see him, it is even more amazing. Please come and take a seat."

There is a painting hanging on the wall behind the lobby. It shows a pair of young men playing chess. Both of them are dressed in white and each holds a sword.

Mo Huacheng looked at Han Ziyu carefully: "Han Xianzun looks very much like an old friend."

The fire in Bei Yi's eyes rose: "People often say that my master looks like an old friend."

Mo Huacheng looked at Bei Yi: "All of the disciples under Immortal Master are also very handsome. Is this girl Ruonan? I often hear Ling'er mention you."

Mo Ling smiled and said, "Father, stop making fun of me."

Wang Ruonan raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ling: "The last time we parted, the princess asked me how to learn the technique. If I have time, I can teach it to the princess."

Mo Ling was ecstatic: "Really?"

"Yeah." Wang Ruonan smiled.

Mo Huacheng ordered his father-in-law beside him: "Serve the dishes."

"Yes."

The dishes are all available, including some Balinese delicacies, and most of them are northern Xinjiang specialties, such as roasted lamb legs, goat milk, etc.

Bei Yi looked at the painting on the wall. It had turned yellow over the years.

Mo Huacheng said: "I am now over three hundred years old. I only have Ling'er and a young son around me. Now my health is getting worse. I asked the Immortal Lord to come here so that I can take charge of this imperial city for a period of time after I die. I will have a great future." Thanks."

three hundred? Bei Yi was shocked. The Emperor of Beijiang looked like he was just over 30 years old. How could he be over 300 years old?

Han Ziyu thought of coming to Northern Xinjiang with his master and senior brother when he was young, but it was summer at that time.

"I also ask the Emperor of Northern Territory to understand that I am a layman and do not understand power disputes. If necessary, I have a candidate. My senior brother, he has been traveling around the mountains and rivers. Now I can recall him."

Mo Huacheng looked at Han Ziyu seriously: "Gu has already approached him. He didn't want to be bound by this imperial city, so he recommended you to Gu Ju."

Bei Yi was very angry. If the master stayed in Mobei, it would be difficult to see him in the future.

He lowered his head and took a sip of wine with great dissatisfaction. Why is this Lianhuaqing?