The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

They hadn't seen each other for three and a half years, and this time he wanted to see Yang Yanxi no matter what.

With this kid's temperament, it's estimated that this master would have done it if he didn't do anything about it.

Now in November, snowflakes are floating in the sky, and red is exposed among the silvery white below, adding a bit of freshness to the earth.

It will be daybreak soon. Yujian No. 1 is overlooking the Changxing City below. When his eyes move to the left, he sees dense black dots somewhere on the southern outskirts of the city. He can't help but wonder, Yujian is heading towards them.

When you get closer, you can see that it is a huge dew altar. At the top of the dew altar, a bright yellow figure stands in the wind and snow, holding incense in his hand and mumbling something.

No. 1's brows jumped, alarm bells rang in his heart, he quickly slapped several high-level talismans on his body and quickly took off into the air.

Under the altar, a guard raised his head, looked at the location of No. 1, glanced at it, and then turned his head back.

When the figure below was only the size of a grain of rice, No. 1 stopped, his heart pounding. At that moment, he felt a strong sense of crisis coming over him. It seemed that someone had discovered his existence. If he didn't leave, he would be in danger. .

I have never felt this way before. Could this be the perception ability of the legendary monks?

Number 1 thought for a moment, took out his binoculars and looked down. He scanned the front of the altar and saw a row of yellow dots.

Maximize the angle of view and scan them one by one. The second one seems to be Situ Yu whom I saw at the Zhongzhou auction. Look at the emperor again. His slender eyes are most similar to the emperor. The third one looks a little different. Hard folk remedies, like outlines.

The apprentice is...the seventh one in the platoon. Number 1 glanced back and looked at the seventh one. At first glance, although the person had changed, his intuition told him that he was Yang Yanxi.

He has grown older and taller, his facial features have become more three-dimensional, and his eyebrows are slender, but his eyes are exactly the same as when he was twelve years old, dark and deep, now even more indifferent, his nose bridge is high and straight, most like the emperor, and his chin Wider and longer, lips thinner, looking both familiar and unfamiliar.

His facial features became clearer, and he gained the masculinity of a boy. Perhaps due to his royal upbringing, he became a bit more cold and powerful.

They say that love comes from the heart. Seeing him so cold and indifferent, I couldn't help but feel worried and a little withdrawn.

A plume of smoke rose from below. The emperor and his officials were watching the sacrifices burning, playing magnificent music. When the sacrifices were burned, the emperor drove back to the palace.

Number 1 followed the team and floated above. He looked at the meter-sized figure below and did not dare to look down. On Nan'an Street, people prostrated and knelt in worship. Apart from the sound of horse hooves and footsteps, there was no noise.

The Imperial City was in front of them. No. 1 stopped and watched the team pouring into the palace gate. He took out a magnifying glass to observe.

Everyone followed the emperor into the Chongming Hall. After about an hour, people poured out. No. 1 found the young apprentice. Following his footsteps, he saw him entering the Taoist palace gate and entering a room that looked like a study. The study was not far away. It is a small school ground.

No. 1 waited from morning to noon, but no one came out. Until the afternoon, four figures went to the small school field opposite, watching the apprentices riding horses, archery and fighting there. The more No. 1 watched, the more his eyelids twitched. He was too cruel. Come on!

He rode a horse with a posture of saying whoever stood in his way would die. He shot arrows hard and neatly, piercing the target deeply. He knocked down the masters mercilessly in martial arts. Several masters were beaten up but they still smiled and handed over their hands. Look at the shape of their mouths. : "His Royal Highness is extremely skilled in martial arts, and I may not be able to match him!"

hiss.

After a while, about fifty soldiers came over carrying a bunch of weapons. After the leading general saluted, he explained to the princes one by one the use of those weapons, such as halberds, spears, shields, etc., followed by a demonstration of military formations, turtle-shaped formation, Long snake array and so on.

It wasn't until night fell, around seven o'clock in the evening, that they left the small school grounds. No. 1 quickly took a telescope to observe, and saw his apprentice walking into a palace along the palace road. He thought this was where he lived. After looking at the plaque, Jingren realized palace.

Unexpectedly, he came out in less than a while and headed north. Seeing that he entered the palace and did not come out again, this should be where he lived.

Number 1 lingered in the sky for a long time, and finally opened the system. A talisman appeared in his hand, and the talisman burned. He glanced down and saw no spiritual energy or formation traces.

After a slight hesitation, he took out another talisman, lit it, and threw it down.

No formation detected.

When you use magic to break the illusion, the sight in your eyes is the same.

Are worries unnecessary?

No. 1 detection equipment, concealment, breath holding, spirit arrest, detection, teleportation, defense...

With all the equipment, the No. 1 Royal Sword descended slowly and landed on the ground without any hindrance. This made him feel uneasy. He quickly checked the equipment again, rehearsed his escape plan in his mind, and then walked directly through the wall into the palace.

As soon as you enter, you will find the living room, with red sandalwood tables, chairs, antique calligraphy and paintings, luxurious and exquisite. Walking eastward into the dormitory, No. 1 stopped and looked at the apprentice who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the bed. No. 1 was silent for a moment, raised his feet and walked away slowly. past.

Perhaps because of the sound of footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the Qingxuan Sword and got out of bed, looking cautiously at the empty front.

No. 1 stopped and looked at the apprentice who was pointing the sword at him, feeling sad.

"Who are you?" His voice changed, becoming low and hoarse.

Number 1 threw out the formation disk, and the shielding formation instantly enveloped the house.

"Creek."

Situ Yan trembled. No one had called him that for a long time. Hearing the sadness in the man's voice, confusion flashed in his eyes. He glanced around and looked at the source of the sound and asked again.

"who are you?"

Seeing the alertness and indifference in his eyes, figure No. 1 appeared.

"Xiaoxi, it's me! I'm Master, and I'm here to see you!"

Situ Yan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He stared closely at the man in front of him. The moonlight filtered through the window and the peripheral light was faint, so he could not see the man's face clearly.

As the man walked closer, his face gradually became clearer, and the sadness on his face didn't seem to be fake.

"Xiaoxi! I'm sorry that it took me so long to come see you."

"You, how are you doing?" Speaking of this, No. 1 felt a little guilty.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Situ Yan aimed his sword at his heart. When he saw that the other party didn't stop, he shouted.

"do not come!"

No. 1 stopped and said: "This is a humanoid puppet of my master. I didn't see you that day, so I left a painting for you. Did you see it?"

"I followed you from the southern suburbs to the palace and then here. I know you are not happy here."

"Xiaoxi, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have left you and let you come to Kyoto."

Situ Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips tightly, watching the man approach again, opening his arms and hugging him tightly, but his arms were cold and without warmth.

He pushed the man away hard, his eyes were slightly red, and he said.

"It's good to come to Kyoto. I found my father and mother, and now I am a prince respected by thousands of people. I am well-dressed and well-fed. I am living a good life!"

After hearing this, No. 1 thought for a moment that apart from being unhappy, his life was indeed no worse than him in everything, so he nodded.

"Indeed, I'm a little envious as a teacher! If I didn't have to go to class, I would want to stay here."

"It's just that you can spend more money as a teacher. How much money do you get as a prince every month? Is it enough?"

Situ Yan glared at him, turned his head and said, "The annual salary is twenty thousand taels."

The scene suddenly became a little quiet.

No. 1 pondered for a moment, held the disciple's hand, and said sincerely: "Xiaoxi, come and hang out with me! The monthly salary is ten thousand taels, and there will be a bonus at the end of the year, no less than one hundred thousand taels. Just let me give you a fight." Just the name! How about it?"

Situ Yan withdrew his hand with an indifferent expression and said, "Whatever you want."