Yunmeng closed her eyes and said slightly impatiently: "Stop talking, this is the ancestral system of the Taoist temple. There is nothing I can do as a teacher. Since she has practiced Xiaoyao Gong, she has to stay in Qinglian Sect as the leader. Who can
It can’t be changed.”
"Master——"
"Get out!" Yunmeng shouted.
Bai Berry had no choice but to leave the room in a depressed manner. Lu Fan and Luo Lianyi were waiting in the corridor. Bai Berry shook her head at them, expressing her helplessness.
Luo Lianyi looked back at Liu Fan in annoyance, and Liu Fan hugged her and said, "Don't be anxious, don't think about it now. In short, it is a happy event to have mastered the magic skill. Let's go to the border to quell King Jing's rebellion first, and then we can talk to Yun
Master Meng is discussing the matter of being the head of the clan."
"That's the only way." Luo Lianyi nodded.
After resting for a night, Liu Fan discussed with Yunmeng, took Luo Lianyi, Bai Berry, Xiao Lizi and dozens of selected disciples from Qinglian Sect, and headed down the mountain to the border.
In Liuhuo's military camp, Tong Fu'an was also practicing the ice and fire magical skills day and night, and innocent corpses became the burial objects of his magical skills.
The food and grass from southern Xinjiang are about to be delivered, and Liu Huo is ambitious. He only waits for Tong Fu'an to succeed in his magical power, win in one fell swoop, and even God will be proclaimed emperor.
On this day, with the sound of an explosion in Tong Fu'an's tent, fire shot into the sky, and Tong Fu'an flew out from the top of the tent, letting out a laughter that shook the world.
"Hahahaha—I have finally mastered my magic skills—who in the world can be my enemy? Hahaha—"
Liu Huo came out of the commander's camp and stared at him intently, with a mixture of joy and worry on his face.
"Huo'er, if there is no way to control this guy, he may become a disaster in the future." Duanmu Yunji stood next to Liuhuo with Mayisha's support and said.
"It is said that the only one that can restrain the magical skills of ice and fire is the Qinglian Sect's Xiaoyao Gong. Now that the prince has gone to Qinglian Sect to practice, there has been no news. I believe it will be difficult to practice. Mother, do you think it would be better for Tong Fu to be safe and unknown, or for the prince to do so?
Is it better to practice magical skills?" Liu Huo touched his beard with his fingers and asked.
"At least Tong Fu'an is still a loyal dog now. If the prince succeeds in training, we will all die." Duanmu Yunji frowned.
"Queen mother, please go into the camp and rest, my son is about to - take action!" Liuhuo squinted his eyes and looked up at the Xiling military camp.
"Your Majesty, I also want to go into battle." Mayisha said.
"Okay, you should lead the troops in southern Xinjiang. Their morale will be doubled with you as their leader." Liu Huo nodded.
The huge explosion also alarmed Xiaozhu and Xiangnan. They all climbed up the tower together and looked at Liuhuo worriedly.
"Could it be that Tong Fu'an's Xiaoyao Kung is perfect?" Xiaozhu said as he watched Tong Fu'an fly out of the tent and laugh wildly in mid-air.
"It's very possible. Xiangnan, hurry up and prepare. I'm afraid a bloody battle is coming soon." General Sima.
"Be ready for battle at any time, father." Xiang Nan replied.
"Okay!" Just as General Sima finished speaking, the war drums were already beating under the tower.
The people on the city tower immediately went into combat mode. The archers, under the command of Xiang Nan, fired arrows as densely as locusts at the rebels who were attacking the city in darkness.
The soldiers led by Jiang Feng continued to bring a large number of stones and rolled them at the bottom of the city tower to prevent the enemy from attacking the city.
Liuhuo's rebels were unable to advance for a while and stood far away from the city gate to resist flying arrows and boulders.
Following a burst of strange laughter, a black shadow hovered in the air, and the huge internal force was like a tornado, sweeping away all the flying arrows and stones.
"Charge!" Mayisha led the soldiers from southern Xinjiang and rushed to the city gate first.
On top of the city tower, Xiaozhu and the others were shocked by Tong Fuan's inner strength, and all of them looked nervous and solemn. "Roll the stones, shoot arrows, and don't relax!" Xiaozhu ordered.
However, they were still unable to stop the rebels' attack. Enemies on the ladder swarmed up and started fighting.
The bloody battle was fierce. Liu Huo saw that they had the upper hand and was extremely proud. Thinking that Jiang Shan was about to win and the beauty would return sooner or later, he couldn't help laughing wildly.
"Huo'er, can we return to the imperial capital soon?" Duanmu Yunji asked.
"Well, Queen Mother, when you return to the Imperial Capital, you will no longer be the queen in name only. You will be the supreme Queen Mother." Liu Huo said to her proudly.
"The queen has waited too long for this day!" Duanmu Yunji was so excited that she burst into tears.
"When I become emperor, I will let my father stay with you forever, and no woman will be around him anymore," Liu Huo said.
Duanmu Yunji smiled sadly: "What's the use? If others are by my side, their hearts will never be by my side."
"Don't be sad, Queen Mother. Your dignity will make you forget those pains in the future." Liu Huo comforted him with a smile, then resigned and went to check on the military situation.
Over at Dongling, Wuyou was embroidering in the house. From time to time, his eyes looked through the window at Mingbei and her mother-in-law who were working in the vegetable garden from a distance, with a confused expression on their faces.
Last night, she had another nightmare. During this period, she kept dreaming about the war. She dreamed about Xiaozhu and the others being knocked to the ground by Tong Fuan's palm. Their life and death were unknown. Every time she woke up from the dream, she did not dare to tell them.
Mingbei, she knew that Mingbei had fallen deeply in love with this peaceful pastoral life. She didn't want him to know her inner struggles, and she didn't want him to be embarrassed and worried.
Feeling restless, the needle suddenly pricked his finger. Wuyou was startled, and put down the needle and thread, his eyes twitching inexplicably.
"Is there really something going on at the border?" She had no intention of doing any more sewing. She stood up and walked around the room, feeling increasingly uneasy.
It was almost evening, and Mingbei came back from the fields. Seeing Wuyou's distraught appearance, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Sir, I always feel uneasy, as if I have some ominous premonition." Wuyou looked at him and said.
"Madam, I know you are worried about them, but can you still leave me?" Mingbei hugged her tenderly.
"I can't, so what should I do? What should I do?" Wuyou instantly collapsed and cried in Mingbei's arms.
Mingbei held her in his arms and remained silent. Seeing his wife in pain, his heart felt like a knife piercing his heart. However, what decision could he make for her? Let her go back to Xiling. I'm afraid it would be difficult to meet again. Go with her.
Xiling can never bear the charge of treason.
When the old woman came back, she saw that the two people looked strange and asked why. The two had to hesitate to avoid questioning.
"Do you miss your parents?" Fortunately, the old woman's thoughts were not complicated.
"Yes, Wuyou misses her family again. I'll accompany her in and sit down." Mingbei helped Wuyou walk into the room. When he reached the door of the room, Wuyou suddenly retched.
"What's wrong?" Mingbei asked nervously, patting her back.
"I suddenly felt nauseous." Wuyou said, vomiting a few more times.
"Did you catch a cold?" Mingbei asked.
"Maybe I didn't sleep, okay. It's okay." Wuyou patted her chest, and just as she was about to walk into the room, nausea struck her again, and she squatted down in discomfort.
"What's wrong? My child, are you happy?" The old woman heard the noise and ran over to ask.