The first fairy of the United States

"what about the taste."

Ye Wentian raised his hand and cast the Six Yang Curse, igniting the corpses of the royal zombies before turning around and joking.

For creatures like goblins, the fear of fire is instinctive, even if it is innate, it is still the same. The woman took a few steps back before replying with a charming smile:

"This~ you will know when you have a chance to taste it yourself in the future. The matter has been resolved, shouldn't you go?!"

"Um~ It's time to go. I'm sorry for wandering into this place by mistake today. Miss, please leave me a message. I will pass by here in your spare time next time and I'll pay you a visit as a gift."

"My name is Qing Ling. There is no need to visit me. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb my practice."

"Fellow Taoist Qingling, my name is Ye Wentian!" After saying that, Ye Wentian walked away quickly, and disappeared after a while. Qingling behind him watched him disappear, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. What.

……

There was no fighting at this time, and Ye Wentian was not in a hurry. He just used the method of lightness on the treetops, and moved forward like a master of lightness. His body was as light as a swallow, elegant and unrestrained, and he headed straight in the direction of the Four Eyes Dojo.

It took half an hour before we returned to the Fourth Eye Courtyard.As soon as he opened the door and went in, he found that masters and disciples Shimoku, Ikkyu, and Qianhe were all gathered in the room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone in the room turned to look.

"You're back, I'm about to go find you." Simu said.

"Dharma protector, can the zombies be dealt with?" Qianzhe asked.

"Live up to expectations! Oh~ By the way, Simu, do you know about the snake spirit dozens of miles to the southeast?"

"I know, it is recorded in the Maoshan classics that she was a demon dragon who succeeded in walking on the dragon 300 years ago and entered the innate world. Later, she came here and incorporated the mountain forest into her territory. No one can enter.

But she rarely kills, and the ancestors don't care. I have met her a few times, but we have never spoken. She is quite good-looking... What's wrong? "

Ye Wentian shook his head and did not explain. Instead, he called Simu and Yixiu and went out together to deal with the corpse at the place where the incident occurred.

Then Qianhe and the three of them stayed here in Simu. Time passed by in a flash. It took Qianhe half a month to recover from his injuries. During this time, Qianhe Simu communicated with Ye Wentian when he had free time. Taoism, everyone can gain it occasionally.

Today, the injury has healed, and Qianzhe is ready to continue the unfinished mission and accept the escort order. In the end, the corpse of the zombie with the identity of the prince is gone. Everyone who accompanied him is dead, not even his own apprentice. Escape bad luck.

In the end, the employer only had the young prince and Wu Shilang left. If these two people were gone, Qianhe would really be ashamed to commit suicide. Although this order failed, the remaining two people still had to be sent back to the imperial city. , follow and protect you all the way.

Because Ye Wentian stopped them in time, Simu and Yixiu's houses were not damaged, and naturally no move occurred.

"Brother, be careful all the way."

"Senior brother, Dharma protector, Master Ikkyu, stay behind."

"..."

Qianhe and his party left north, but Ye Wentian did not follow them. The direction he wanted to go was different from theirs.

The beautiful mountains and clear waters here make it a good place to practice Taoism. Ye Wentian studied Taoism in the mountains every day and went back to his house to rest at night. His life was very regular.

In his spare time, he chatted with Ikkyu and gave him guidance on Taoist practice. Until he went back and forth seven times to catch the corpse, more than a month had passed.

Ye Wentian stopped to realize the truth and said goodbye to his four eyes. He still had many things to do and it was time to leave.

The sun was high in the sky, and Ye Wentian was walking leisurely on the path in the mountains and forests. The place he wanted to go this time was Foshan, three hundred miles away.

I haven’t seen him in ten years, and I don’t know how Ip Man is doing. After the visit, I will go back to Shili Foreign Market to solve the problem of my family business.

Passing by Qing Ling's territory, Ye Wentian didn't go in to say hello. He just looked over there from a distance. After a while, he noticed a line of sight that he had forgotten to come over. He looked at the eyes hidden in the dense forest before turning his head. Leave.

It has been almost two months since I came to Simu, and I miss the life in the town quite a lot. After all, people are social animals.

He speeded up, and the surrounding trees quickly slid behind him. In one morning, he crossed more than 200 miles and hit the main road. There were faintly visible pedestrians on the road.

The location here is already close to the coast, and it is only more than 300 miles away from the Xiangjiang River. It is heavily influenced by foreign culture, and the clothes are closer to modern times.

My outfit no longer suited me. With the power of communication space, my clothes instantly changed into a blue suit. My long hair retreated, leaving a few inches. I got a more modern hairstyle and wore a piece on my hand. Swiss gold watch.

In one breath, he transformed himself from a handsome young man who walked out of an ancient painting into a wealthy young master from a noble family.

After walking for a short time, we approached the gate of the city. Soldiers were stationed here every day, checking on passers-by and collecting tolls.

He threw a silver horn casually. Seeing that he was not dressed like an ordinary person, the soldiers did not dare to investigate him too much.

Ye Wentian was a little helpless. The smallest amount of money he had was a silver horn. The toll was actually not that much, but there was no need to have a quarrel over such a small amount of money.

These tolls were said to be collected as military pay, but in fact they did not know that they fell into the pockets of some important figures and used them to spend their days and nights.I'm just here to visit friends, so it'd be best if I don't cause any trouble.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked into the city of Foshan, found a restaurant at random, and had lunch to fill his stomach that was empty due to the rush.

"Friend, is there a man named Ip Man in this city?"

"You said Master Ye, we know each other..."

I stopped a few pedestrians on the road and asked about Ye Wen. Almost all of them knew Ye Wen when they heard about it. After knowing the address, Ye Wentian walked in that direction.

After walking zigzag on the streets for several miles, I finally arrived at the address I had inquired about.

What came into view was a deep courtyard, where figures could be vaguely seen walking around through the window glass.

Knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

"Who is it?" A tall young woman wearing a cheongsam opened the door.

"Excuse me, is this Ip Man's house?"

"Well, sir, do you know my husband?"

"My surname is also Ye, and my first name is Wentian."

Only then did Ye Wentian realize that Ye Wen was already married. Could this young woman be Zhang Yongcheng? !

"Sir, this is my husband's family and is from the mainland? Come in first." He opened the courtyard door and welcomed Ye Wentian in. He closed the door again, walked in front and led Ye Wentian into the house.

Entering the house, several servants were cleaning the European-style decorated house. A woman stepped forward and handed a child about one year old in her arms to Zhang Yongcheng.

"Awen, someone is looking for you."

"Yongcheng, who is it?" came the reply from inside. After a while, a middle-aged man in a long gown came out, elegant and polite.

Ye Wentian secretly thought that there was no change from back then, except that his appearance was a bit older and his temperament had matured, and he was no longer as sharp as before.

"Who are you?" Ye Wen looked at Ye Wentian, who was half a head taller than him, feeling vaguely familiar.