Cold night.

The bright moon shines high.

Outside the east courtyard of Taixue Palace, a figure wearing a white Confucian robe and carrying an ancient sword walked forward, stopped in front of the courtyard, and saluted respectfully, "Master Confucian, my disciple Bai Wangyu, please see me."

"Come in."

In the courtyard, in the small wooden house, an old voice sounded and responded.

In front of the hospital, Bai Wangyu heard the Confucian leader's response and stepped in.

The door of the wooden house opened. Confucius looked at the disciple in front of him and said calmly, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time you have come here on your own initiative."

Wang Yu is good at everything, but he is too sensible and polite, which is completely different from that boy from the Li family.

As a senior disciple of the Confucian sect, Wangyu didn't come to this small courtyard as many times as the boy from the Li family.

Moreover, not once did he come on his own initiative.

"Disciple has doubts in his heart, so he came to ask the Confucian leader to clarify his doubts." Bai Wangyu bowed his hands and said respectfully.

"Say it." Confucius responded.

Bai Wangyu raised his head and said seriously, "This disciple has been feeling restless in recent days. Confucian Master, you once said that this disciple will have a calamity in his life. Is tomorrow's wedding to Li's daughter the right time for this calamity?"

"It should be."

Confucius nodded and said, "Your fate has been changed several times by the old man and the boy from the Li family. Now, you can no longer see clearly. However, the old man can also notice that this time, it is different from the past. You and the Li family's boy

Women may face death."

"Is there a way to resolve this?"

Bai Wangyu said sternly, "Disciple is not afraid of death, but I don't want to involve Miss Li in suffering."

"There is no way."

Confucius shook his head and replied, "Even if your wedding is cancelled, the disaster you should face will still come and cannot be avoided."

Bai Wangyu fell silent after hearing this. After a moment, he asked again, "Is it the royal family?"

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" Confucius asked instead without answering directly.

"Disciple, I don't want anything to happen to her."

Bai Wangyu said with a sincere expression, "I am willing to bear this disaster alone. I just hope that Miss Li can be safe and sound."

"You will be lucky when you encounter water, but you will be in trouble when encountering fire. This is the fate calculated based on the horoscopes of you and the Li family's daughter."

Confucius sighed softly and reminded, "So, remember not to see fire during the wedding tomorrow, otherwise, both of your lives will be in danger."

When Bai Wangyu heard the reminder from the Confucian leader, his expression slightly condensed and he responded, "Disciple, I understand."

"Go back and rest early. We will get married tomorrow and deal with it carefully. Only by getting through this disaster can you take on the heavy responsibility of Confucianism in the future." Confucius warned.

"Disciple resigns."

Bai Wangyu bowed respectfully, turned around and left without saying anything more.

In the courtyard, Confucius looked at the former's back and sighed deeply in his heart.

Can Wangyu survive this disaster safely this time?

And that girl from the Li family.

That little guy, will he be back soon?

While thinking, Confucius looked to the north, a strange color flashed in his old eyes.

I hope the little guy can come back in time.

Just when the wedding of Li family Youwei and Confucian Bai Wangyu was about to take place.

In Mobei, two figures passed quickly, heading towards the Central Plains day and night.

In the sky, the bright moon hangs high and the wind is freezing.

"Who!"

Suddenly, when the two were passing through the territory of the Helian tribe, a hundred riders spotted the two and immediately took warning.

"Professor Li, what should I do?" Mu Jin asked.

"Kill them all."

Li Ziye answered without hesitation.

Time was running out, and he was in no mood to waste time with these people. He had to kill them all to reduce trouble.

"clear."

Hibiscus responded, stretched out her hand and took out Qian Ji Bai Lian, screwed it together, and immediately rushed forward.

The killing begins.

Generally speaking, regular soldiers and martial arts experts are unwilling to encounter each other, but this is all relative.

One hundred cavalry is far from the scale of an attack by ten thousand cavalry, and is not enough to shake the great practitioners of the Five Realms.

At night, one cavalryman after another fell in a pool of blood, stained red by the ice and snow beneath them.

Outside the battle, Li Ziye looked at the battle ahead and put his hands on his chest. Perhaps he was out of breath because he was in such a hurry.

He was seriously injured and had no time to recover, so he traveled day and night. It is not easy to persist until now.

"Professor Li."

After an unknown amount of time, Hibiscus walked back with a spear in hand, looked at the person in front of her, and said softly, "The killing is over."

While he was talking, all the hundreds of cavalrymen in the rear fell down, and no one was left alive.

"Thank you."

Li Ziye suppressed the injuries in his body and said, "Let's go and continue on our way."

"Professor Li, you don't seem to be doing well."

Hibiscus noticed the pale face of the person in front of her and asked, "How about we take a break."

"No, I can hold on."

Li Ziye shook his head and replied, "It's not too late to rest until we return to the capital."

"Slave, please carry Teacher Li on your back."

Mu Jin thought for a moment and said, "In this way, Professor Li can rest for a while without delaying his journey."

Li Ziye heard what the woman in front of him said. He hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse. He said, "Thank you."

The matter was urgent, and he could no longer care about the difference between men and women. Li Ziye lay on Hibiscus's back and said in a tired tone, "As a family, I won't say thank you anymore."

"Um."

Hibiscus nodded, and immediately rushed towards the Central Plains with the people behind her on her back.

On the wasteland, the cold wind was blowing. Of the three people who went north, only two were left now.

Li Ziye, on the other hand, was severely injured and had almost no strength left. He could only lie on Hibiscus's back and breathe briefly.

After killing the gods, the gods died, Prince Wen's soul returned to heaven and earth, Li Ziye was severely injured, and only Mu Jin was left, still retaining complete combat power.

Under the moon, the two figures passed by, passing through Beizhangyuan, the junction of Mobei and the Central Plains, and then continued towards the hinterland of the Central Plains.

Hibiscus carried the person behind her on her back and hurried on without saying a word. Even though she didn't say anything, she could still feel the anxiety in the heart of the person behind her.

With one person at the helm and not daring to make any mistakes, the Li family is like duckweed in the rain. It looks strong but is actually precarious.

In the sky, the bright moon moves westward, and I see that the night is coming to an end and the day is approaching.

The two of them are still quite far away from the great commercial capital.

at the same time.

Capital, Liyuan.

Hongzhu got up early and dressed Li Youwei.

In front of the mirror, that beautiful figure, with her flowery face and moon-like appearance, and her green hair like a waterfall, exemplifies the beauty of a woman.

"Our family is young and looks good."

While Hongzhu was dressing up the woman she had grown up with since childhood, she said with emotion, "Little Red Riding Hood has really been blessed for eight lifetimes to marry our young girl."

"Wang Po sells melons and boasts of herself."

Li Youwei smiled and said, "As a great disciple of the Confucian sect, Little Red Riding Hood is more than qualified for us."

While the two were talking, in the courtyard, Mao Nanfeng also got up early and leaned on the porch to wait patiently. It was rare that he did not mess with his bottles.

As the morning light fell, Mao Nanfeng glanced at the room of the Li family's daughter not far away, and a flash of concentration flashed in his eyes.

When the boy left, he promised to guard the Li family for him until he came back.
Chapter completed!