Just now, Tuogu, you told me that this place is Fengshen

Seeing the scene in front of him, Bo Yikao immediately stepped forward and patted Jiang Ziya on the shoulder.

When Jiang Ziya turned his head, he saw that the person in front of him was his student Bo Yikao.

The old face suddenly turned red.

"The only student I've ever seen is my distraught appearance?"

"Yaoshou? Where is the dignity of a teacher?"

"How can I be his teacher in the future?"

Jiang Ziya hid his face at this thought and walked away, Bo Yikao saw the tears on the master's face.

Immediately began to worry:

"Master, the old man will not encounter any difficulties?"

"I'm leaving Chaoge City soon, and there's no way I can continue to discuss Confucian classics with my master and other old people."

"Ugh……"

"I can invite my teacher to Xiqi and ask him to help me start a high-level school together."

Thinking of this, Bo Yi immediately slapped his thigh and became excited.

Stepping forward quickly, he grabbed Jiang Ziya's arm and said to Jiang Ziya:

"Master, wait a minute, the apprentice will return to Xiqi City soon."

"I also ask Master to go back to Xiqi with me, and then I will also ask you to help me open a high-level school together."

When Jiang Ziya heard what Bo Yikao said, his heart began to flutter:

"I can't stay in Chaoge City anymore. I fainted and got kicked."

"If I stay in Chaoge City any longer, I'm afraid I will lose my life sooner or later."

"This Boyi Kao asked me to go back to Xiqi with him to help him open a high-level school."

"This is also a way out, just right for me to go now!"

Jiang Ziya was very moved by Bo Yikao's proposal, but his face was still sullen.

He didn't show his joy easily.

"I really can't lose my composure in front of the students anymore, if I'm too happy now."

"Didn't Boyikao despise me?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya didn't rush to agree, but pondered for a while.

Bo Yikao looked at his master and did not easily agree to what he said.

Immediately stood up with a face full of disappointment.

"There is a way that the homeland cannot be moved!"

"It seems that Master, you old man, doesn't want to leave Chaoge City, even if the apprentice doesn't want to part with you, old man."

"I definitely dare not force you."

"I have no choice but to say goodbye to you."

After Bo Yikao finished speaking, two tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

Giving a deep salute to Jiang Ziya, he turned his head and ran away crying.

Jiang Ziya: "..."

When did I say I'm not going?

If you ask one more question, I will leave with you immediately.

Can't you just ask one more question?

Jiang Ziya's face was full of remorse at the moment.

Looking at Bo Yikao's figure running away slowly, the tears that had just stopped flowed down again unexpectedly.

"Apprentice, apprentice, you really don't understand your master?"

"Why can't you ask me a few more questions?"

Bo Yikao cried and ran back to the station, his eyes were slightly red and swollen.

San Yisheng, the senior doctor, was standing at the door right now, having packed all his luggage.

He was waiting for Xibo Hou Jichang and the eldest son Bo Yikao. After returning to the post station, he set off to return to Xiqi.

But when he saw the eldest son Bo Yikao running back with rosy eyes, he suddenly became suspicious.

"Could it be that something happened to return to Xiqi?"

"Why did the eldest son cry so sadly?"

"It seems that Xi Qicheng probably won't be able to go back."

"How can you be fine when you come here, but you can't go back when you come back?"

When San Yisheng, the senior doctor, thought of this, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I ran back to my room to cry bitterly.

Xibo Hou Jichang returned to the post station, but he did not see the senior doctor San Yisheng and his eldest son Bo Yikao.

Chapter 1 Ji Chang, experimenter for hot-air balloon long-distance transportation

So I asked the followers around me:

"Where did the eldest son and the doctor go?"

"Didn't you say you're leaving today?"

"Why don't you see the two of them?"

The attendants at the side also asked themselves questions after hearing it, but they didn't dare to say anything more.

Instead, he pouted towards the room of Bo Yikao and San Yisheng, signaling Xibo Hou Jichang to go and see for himself.

Xibo Hou Jichang suddenly became curious.

"what's going on?"

"I'm going home soon, and these two are still staying in their own room."

"Does this mean you don't want to go home?"

Xibo Hou Jichang walked towards the room of the two with a feeling of surprise and uncertainty.

From a long distance away, I heard the heart-piercing cry of the doctor San Yisheng:

"How come, come, when you come, it's fine, come back, come back, when you come back, you can't go back."

"Woooooooo..."

"My San Yisheng's life is really too hard."

When Xibo Hou Jichang heard this, he suddenly became angry from his heart and turned to the gallbladder.

She kicked San Yisheng's door open, and her big feet kicked San Yisheng in the face.

"What are you talking about with your dog mouth? What do you mean you can't go back?"

"We're going back to Xiqi City now. If you don't want to go back, you can stay in the station and wash the toilet!"

After Xibo Hou Jichang finished speaking angrily, he never looked at the doctor San Yisheng again, but walked towards his son's room.

Knocking on the door twice, Bo Yikao opened the door with red and swollen eyes.

After giving a deep salute to Xibo Hou Jichang, he continued:

"Father, wait a moment, the child will come after a little tidying up."

Xibo Hou Jichang saw the sadness in Bo Yikao's face, so he didn't say anything more.

Instead, the mind began to think:

"It can't be that San Yisheng who told my son that he couldn't get back to Xiqi."

"This old boy is really more than successful than failure."

"When we get back to Xiqi, there will be someone who looks good to him, so let him clean the toilet full-time."

Xibo Hou Jichang thought bitterly in his heart.

At this moment, San Yisheng, the doctor, had already packed his bags again, and hurried towards the convoy outside Xinjiang.

Xibo Hou Jichang looked at San Yisheng with a fierce look.

But San Yisheng, the senior doctor, didn't notice it at all.

After getting the affirmation of Xibo Hou Jichang, he only pretends to go back to Xiqi in his heart now.

In the entire station, after getting the affirmation of Xibo Hou Jichang.

The intensive preparations started again, and the preparations for going home were soon fully completed.

The whole station is immersed in the joyful atmosphere of going home.

Of course, only Boyi Kao is excluded.

Just when I was immersed in the joy of going home in the station.

Just a dozen miles away from them, there are thousands of skilled craftsmen in the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee.

According to Xu Ziqing's instructions, the hot air balloon has been successfully produced.

With the snap of Xu Ziqing's fingers, a gust of true energy slowly ignited the torch of the hot air balloon.

In the next moment, Xu Ziqing's figure appeared in the wooden frame of the hot air balloon.

A group of craftsmen around saw Xu Ziqing slowly rising into the sky in a hot air balloon.

They couldn't help being amazed:

"Look, look, the sage Ziqing has ascended."

"Yes, yes, the saint flew into the sky just like that."

"It's nothing short of a miracle."

Thousands of skilled craftsmen looked at the scene in front of them, and couldn't help kneeling down to worship.

Xu Ziqing looked at the thousands of skilled craftsmen below, and they were already like kowtowers at this moment.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes slowly scanned the space below.

Using Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation base, he spread his voice to the ears of every skilled craftsman.

"You don't have to be like this."

"This hot air balloon flying into the sky is not a miracle at all, it's just based on the principle of hot air rising."

"Just by controlling the temperature of the charcoal in the brazier, you can control the flight of this hot air balloon."

Thousands of skilled craftsmen suddenly realized, but the cheers in their mouths did not weaken in the slightest.

It's just that the content has quietly changed:

"Sages are indeed born holy, and they can have such fantastic ideas."

"Long live the saint."

"Long live the saint."

"Long live the saint."

For a moment, cheers like a rolling wave wanted to withdraw from the sky above the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee.

Xu Ziqing drove the hot air balloon, and after flying to a certain height, it slowly descended.

The craftsmen around surrounded him one after another, surrounding Xu Ziqing.

And he held it up high, still shouting the slogan of supporting Xu Ziqing.

Xu Ziqing had no choice but to use Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation again to transmit his voice to the ears of every skilled craftsman: