"When are you leaving this time?"

Huang Qingyue wiped her eyes that were reddish from crying, stopped her sadness, and asked quickly, fearing that Chen Xia would suddenly disappear again without taking her with her.

Chen Xia put down the hand that was supporting his head and put his hands on his knees. He looked a little casual and chuckled.

"I don't plan to leave when I come back this time. I'm just going to practice in the imperial city."

Huang Qingyue was startled, then sniffed, with uncontrollable joy in her tone, and asked again as if to confirm.

"Are you really not leaving?"

Chen Xia smiled and nodded, "I'm tired of walking, and there's nowhere to go. Why not just stay in the imperial city and practice meditation."

"Okay, okay." Huang Qingyue raised the corners of her mouth and said three good words in a row. Apparently she couldn't suppress the joy in her heart, and she still had a silly smile on her face.

Chen Xia stood up, held her chin with one hand, looked at Huang Qingyue, who was wearing a goose-yellow skirt, thought for a moment, and said with a smile.

"You really don't seem to have changed much."

Huang Qingyue chuckled at the corner of her mouth and said shyly, "No way, if we calculate it according to the life span of a normal person, she would be an old woman."

Chen Xia shook his head, "Based on a monk's lifespan, you are still just a little girl."

"Hehe." Huang Qingyue laughed again, put her hands behind her hips and nodded her head.

"hope so."

Chen Xia jumped down from the wall and nodded affirmatively, "That's how it is."

Huang Qingyue's current life span is less than a hundred years old, and she can indeed be regarded as a little girl among monks with long life spans.

After all, the old immortal who just built the foundation has lived for more than two hundred years.

Thinking of this, Chen Xia asked curiously: "How far have you practiced the "Xuanhun Daozhang" I left you?"

Huang Qingyue scratched her pretty face and replied with some embarrassment: "I have only condensed fifty touches of Xuanhunqi, and I haven't written a chapter yet."

Fifty wipes?

Chen Xia was a little surprised. He had only been able to condense thirty touches of Xuanhun Qi due to his cultivation. Huang Qingyue had been able to condense fifty touches since he started practicing from scratch.

It can be seen that Huang Qingyue has good talent.

When Huang Qingyue saw that Chen Xia was silent, she felt uneasy. She grabbed the corner of her clothes with her other hand and hesitated.

"But...maybe it's because I'm too stupid, I don't always understand well, my practice progress is slow, and my current strength is not strong..."

Speaking of this, Huang Qingyue gradually lowered her voice, pursed her lips, and said in frustration.

"Am I useless?"

Chen Xia was dumbfounded and didn't know how to reply. She paused for a moment and shook her head.

"It's okay, at least you are a good person."

Huang Qingyue curled up her small mouth and replied unwillingly.

"The same to you."

"Thank you." Chen Xia nodded politely and smiled: "I am indeed a good person."

Huang Qingyue rolled her eyes and had nothing to say.

The two of them started to look at each other.

Chen Xia discovered that Huang Qingyue's level was not high, but his appearance had not changed much, which meant that Huang Qingyue had a long lifespan, at least starting from two hundred years.

The realm is not high, but the longevity is long.

This is a little bit strange.

Chen Xia thought for a while and felt that it should be the effect of "Xuanhun Daozhang".

Practicing some exercises can not only strengthen your strength, but also increase your longevity. Even the mortal exercises of knights and knights have this effect.

Therefore, Huang Qingyue should have gained so much longevity because of practicing "Xuanhun Daozhang".

Thinking of this, Chen Xia couldn't help but sigh. Some exercises can lead to a long life, while some exercises can lead to a short life.

The "Great Turtle Breathing Technique" he is currently practicing is the best example.

That is to say, Chen Xia, a wrong person, encountered the wrong technique of "Big Turtle Breathing Technique", so it was extremely rare that he got it right.

If negative becomes positive, it belongs to yes.

"Xuanhun Daozhang" is the correct method for monks to practice, so Chen Xia, a wrong person, is a bit slow in practice.

The weather in early spring is excellent, with the warm sun rising early and high in the sky.

Huang Qingyue followed Chen Xia with a smile today. She didn't say much, she just followed with a smile.

This frightened the eunuchs in the imperial city. How could Yue Ji, who had such a high status, follow this young man happily?

These eunuchs only entered the palace two years ago and belong to the younger generation.

Although Chen Xia is famous all over the world, he was already a figure from fifty or sixty years ago.

Even though his portrait is still circulating in the world, the portrait didn't look like it fifty or sixty years ago, and it looks even less like it now.

Therefore, the young eunuchs did not know Chen Xia, but seeing Yue Ji's happy expression, they did not dare to make random guesses, and only dared to glance at him from afar.

"What are you looking at? They are all sneaky!" A voice shouted.

The eunuchs were distracted for a while. They quickly lowered their heads and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, Lady Yue Ji is entertaining guests. We are curious to take a look."

"Guest?" The prince frowned. He really couldn't think of anyone who could be the guest of Lady Yue Ji.

Tsukihime is a being that even his father can only treat with respect.

So the prince also started to look around, his expression becoming more and more puzzled.

A young man?

She looks younger than him, only twenty-five or six at most.

Can a young man make Yue Ji so happy?

Could it be that she is in love with Lady Tsukiji?

But in all his years in the imperial city, he has never heard of Lady Yue Ji having such contact with other men. At most, it was just a few indifferent words.

What kind of existence is this man?

The prince's mind was spinning wildly. After a moment, his pupils suddenly widened as he thought of an idea that he himself found unbelievable.

National Preceptor...Master National Preceptor?!

This horrifying thought burst out of his mind and became more and more indelible. It became more and more profound and felt more and more right.

So much so that the prince's body was trembling.

What kind of existence is the National Preceptor?

He was a big shot that even his father and the emperor of the Song Dynasty tried their best to please!

He is also the adoptive father of his father, but in terms of seniority, he must be his grandfather.

The prince still remembers that his father, who was so majestic at the time, looked quite proud when he said that the Imperial Master was his adoptive father.

It seems that it is a great honor for him, the king of a country, to recognize the Master as his adoptive father.

Moreover, his father specifically told him that if he succeeds to the throne in the future and is lucky enough to meet the Imperial Preceptor, he must do whatever it takes to please the Imperial Preceptor.

When the prince thought of this, he became even more excited and wanted to tell his father immediately, but he stopped and frowned slightly.

If he goes to tell his father now, he may not have the chance to talk to the Imperial Master again.

So the prince hesitated for a moment, then immediately became determined, and wanted to talk to Chen Xia first, at least to make him look familiar.

"You go back, don't stay here."

He first waved his hands to disperse the eunuchs around him, then straightened his clothes, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, exhaled, and walked towards Chen Xia with a respectful expression.

When the prince takes the first step.

Chen Xia felt it, but he didn't pay much attention and continued chatting with Huang Qingyue.

When the prince was still thirty steps away from Chen Xia, he didn't dare to walk anymore. He stopped where he was, clasped his fists and shouted in respect.

"Young man Song Nan, I have met the Imperial Master!"

Chen Xia didn't look at him, but asked casually, "Guessed it?"

The prince did not dare to look up at Chen Xia, and replied sincerely: "I saw Lady Yue Ji so happy, so I guessed this, and now I boldly came to see Lord Master!"

"What if you guessed wrong?" Chen Xia asked with a chuckle, still not turning to look at the prince.

The prince responded quickly, "If it was just a guess, now I am sure!"

After all, only a true national master can be so calm at this time.

"Yeah." Chen Xia nodded, "Then you did guess it right."

The prince took a breath, raised his head slightly, and continued: "I often hear my father mention the Imperial Master. Now that I see him in person, I am so surprised and excited that I dare to come up and disturb him."
To be continued...