Inside the account.

Li Ziye clenched his hands when he heard the answer from Lord Suzaku.

"It's getting late, we should take the Saint back."

With a mission in hand, Fu Tianxi didn't want to delay any longer and said.

Li Ziye trembled slightly, nodded slightly, pushed himself up, and stood up.

On the side, Bai Wangyu looked shocked when he saw this, and wanted to stop him, but was held back by Fa Ru behind him.

Faru shook his head and indicated to let him go.

Li Ziye stepped forward, picked up the unconscious woman on the bed with his own hands, turned around and walked outside the tent.

Fu Tianxi and others got out of the way, and no one said anything at the final moment of separation.

In front of the Confucian camp, the carriage was ready. Chen Qiaoer stood beside the carriage, looking at the young man walking in front, sighing in her heart.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and it is difficult for this little guy and Zhu Zhu to meet again after this separation.

In front of the carriage, Li Ziye came over with the unconscious Zhu Zhu in his arms, carefully carried him into the carriage, and covered him with his fur robe.

In the rear, as they were about to leave, Fu Tianxi and the others bowed to Fa Ru again and said goodbye politely.

Faru returned the greeting, but kept looking at the young man in front of the carriage, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

This kid is okay.

After saying goodbye, Fu Tianxi and the other two turned around and walked towards the carriage.

In front of the carriage, at the moment when they were separated, Fu Tianxi stopped, looked at the young man beside him, and said calmly, "If you can't change your destiny in two years, you will have no chance of winning in the promised battle in two years.

Just do this and take care of yourself.”

After saying that, Fu Tianxi didn't say anything more, took the horse and left with Zhu Zhu in the carriage.

The carriages are rumbling, the horses are rustling, the cold wind is blowing, and the beautiful lady is traveling far away.

Li Ziye stood on the wilderness, watching the carriage going away. He stood there for a long time.

In the rear, Fa Ru and others who were busy with business returned to the camp one after another. Only Bai Wangyu stood there waiting silently without saying a word.

"Old Bai."

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Li Ziye looked tired and said softly, "I have worked really hard."

Bai Wangyu was silent, and after a moment, he said, "There will be a turn for the better. Brother Li's ability to reach this point has exceeded everyone's expectations. I know Brother Li is working hard, but if you work harder, diligence can make up for your shortcomings. We must catch up."

For those of us, Brother Li can only work harder."

"It's so annoying to be born in the same era as you!"

Li Ziye said something irritably, then turned around and walked towards the camp behind.

"Brother Li, your injury hasn't healed yet, I'll push you back."

Bai Wangyu said worriedly.

"I have legs myself, and I will never sit in a wheelchair again!"

Li Ziye said harsh words, but before he could finish his words, he stumbled and almost fell down.

Bai Wangyu hurried forward and reached out to support the young man in front of him.

Li Ziye stabilized his body, took a breath, straightened up immediately, and walked towards the camp.

Bai Wangyu followed him, fearing that the person in front of him was up to no good.

In the camp, the Confucian disciples all seemed a little silent at the moment, not daring to laugh and play as usual.

Li Ziye felt the strange atmosphere in the camp, glanced at everyone, and said calmly, "I will remember all of you who stole my dried fruits. When I get better, no one can escape. Although I can't beat you, senior brother."

, but dealing with you guys is just like playing."

Hearing this, the Confucian disciples looked at each other, and their depressed moods immediately relaxed, and they dispersed in a crowd. In the blink of an eye, they were all gone without a trace.

When Li Ziye saw this, a smile appeared on his face.

These fools!

"Old Bai, I want to start practicing the sixth form of Feixian Jue. Can you help me again?"

After Li Ziye came to his senses, he said softly.

"good."

Bai Wangyu nodded and answered so naturally.

Half an hour later.

In front of the account.

Bai Wangyu, Wen Xiuru, Mu Bai, and Li Ziye sat around in front of the parchment that recorded the Flying Immortal Technique, all frowning.

It’s so difficult!

"Basically impossible."

Mu Bai was the first to make an assertion and said, "No wonder no one has been able to master the Flying Immortal Technique for thousands of years. We have just reached the sixth form. The movement and sword techniques are already so complicated. It is too difficult to master them."

At least, with Professor Li’s current cultivation level, it’s impossible to do it.”

"What His Royal Highness said is right."

On the side, Wen Xiuru nodded and said solemnly, "Let's not talk about the complexity of body skills and sword skills for the time being. The amount of true energy required to practice this sixth form is not something that the second level can bear. I

I think Brother Li should focus on attacking the third realm for the time being, and then try to practice the sixth form after breaking through."

"no."

Bai Wangyu immediately denied, "No one can tell when Brother Li will be able to enter the third realm. Unlike us, he has access to at least seven meridians. Cultivation is too difficult. Instead of waiting to break through the realm, it is better to practice the moves."

Work hard.”

When Wen Xiu Ru and Mu Bai heard this, they all fell silent.

It is really painful for people who practice martial arts to have blocked meridians.

"Can Professor Li memorize these moves and body techniques?"

After thinking for a long time, Mu Bai asked.

"Can."

Li Ziye nodded and said, "My memory is pretty good. I can remember things I read once."

Mu Bai heard this, with a look of thought in his eyes, and said in a concentrated voice, "The biggest problem with Professor Li now is that the strength of his zhen qi is not strong enough to withstand the intense consumption of zhen qi caused by this sixth move."

"And the level of control over the body."

Wen Xiuru added, "When Brother Li was practicing the Flying Immortal Technique before, I watched from the sidelines. The Flying Immortal Technique's body technique requires the practitioner's ability to control the body very harshly. If there is a slight deviation, the face will be bruised and swollen.

"

"There is no good way to do this."

Mu Bai said calmly, "The higher the martial arts training level, the stronger the control ability of the body. This is a well-known thing. Now that Professor Li can't break through to the third level, he can only practice hard. If he can't do it once, he can't do it ten times."

Repeat, ten times, or a hundred times until there is no deviation."

"Your Highness the Fourth Prince is right. The biggest difficulty now is that the strength of the Qi is not enough."

Bai Wangyu's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "Brother Li has only opened two divine treasures now. The true energy storage in the divine treasures is limited. After it is used up, it must take time to recover. Even if you use big medicine, the effect will be very limited.

It cannot fundamentally solve the problem.”

After the words fell, the three of them looked at the parchment on the ground and fell silent again.

If the realm cannot be broken, the strength of the Qi will not be enough, and the situation will be dead.

Next to him, Li Ziye sat there with his chin in his hands and a frown on his face.

Why is it so difficult to practice martial arts?

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a familiar sound of Buddha's trumpet sounded beside the four people's ears, and they immediately continued, "The young monk has a way."

Li Ziye and the other four looked startled, and then looked up at the young monk walking in front of them.

"Buddha."

Bai Wangyu had a look of surprise on his face and asked in confusion, "Why did the Buddhists let you out?"

"Perhaps His Highness the Fourth Prince personally visited the young monk, which made Senior Brother Fahai and the others feel the pressure, so they allowed the young monk to come out for an hour every day."

Having said this, Sanzang bowed respectfully to the fourth prince of Shang in front of him to express his gratitude.

"Buddha, you're welcome."

Mu Bai stood up and returned the greeting with his hands in hand.

"Little monk, you just said you had a solution. What solution do you have?"
To be continued...