"My lord has long admired Mr.'s name and is here to visit him."

A thick and powerful voice sounded.

Cao Yi, who had already entered the state of emptiness, sat motionless on the stone bench, as if he was asleep.

"My lord has long admired Mr.'s name and is here to visit him."

A thick and powerful voice sounded again.

Cao Yi still didn't respond.

With a click, the big wooden door of the Taoist temple was half opened, Kong Wu was powerful, and Xu Chu, who had many water droplets on his slightly black face, poked out half of his body.

Seeing Cao Yi on the stone bench, there was a hint of anger on his face.

"Sir, can you be here?"

Cao Cao's inquiry sounded.

"exist"

Xu Chu also pushed open the other door.

Cao Cao, whose hair and face were wet with rain, and dense soldiers appeared.

"Prime Minister, this person is so rude. Even if we come here, he shouldn't refuse."

As a straightforward martial artist, Xu Chu disdains to hide his dissatisfaction.

"Don't be rude"

Cao Cao scolded Xu Chu lightly.

"promise"

Xu Chu bowed his hand in a depressed manner.

Cao Cao walked up the steps and saw Cao Yi, who looked less than twenty years old, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Before he came, he heard that there was a hermit in Taihang Mountains. He was so superb that of the art of Qihuang, far superior to Hua Tuo. He thought he was an old man with a fair face and a bad attitude.

Xu Chu suddenly exclaimed and said, "Prime Minister, it seems something is wrong?"

“What’s wrong?”

Cao Cao did not notice anything abnormal about Cao Yi.

Xu Chu took two steps to reach more than a square-meter away from Cao Yiyi, and suddenly turned around and said, "Prime Minister, look, the rain did not fall on this person at all."

When Cao Cao heard this, he walked over and frowned slightly. When the rain almost touched Mr. Cao, it would splash out, which was very strange.

"This person may not really hear me."

Looking at Cao Yi with his eyes closed, Xu Chu seemed to understand.

Cao Cao stroked his beard and said, "It seems that this person is not just a person who is proficient in the art of Qihuang."

Time passes little by little.

noon.

The rain stopped, but Cao Yi still didn't wake up.

Xu Chu suggested: "Prime Minister, it is better to ask the soldiers to take this person back."

Cao Cao was a little moved.

As the prime minister who takes charge of military and national affairs in the north, he was busy with government affairs and could not stay here and wait.

Seeing this, Xu Chu waved his hand and said, "Come on, take this person back."

A thick soldier came over and was three feet away from Cao Yi, as if he had encountered an invisible wall.

I used all my strength to push it for a long time, and my face turned red with exhaustedness and did not break through the three feet of distance.

"Quit"

Xu Chu frowned.

The soldier had already felt a little nervous. Hearing this, he immediately retreated.

Xu Chu stepped forward and pushed hard. There was nothing in front of him, but he was like an iron wall.

"Zhongkang retreated"

Cao Cao spoke.

Xu Chu, whose face was slightly red, retreated.

In a flash, another hour was coming.

The sun gradually turned west.

Xu Chu said: "It's better to come back another day."

Cao Cao hesitated a little.

"The next day, the Prime Minister can ride a fast horse."

Xu Chu added another sentence.

Cao Cao thought about it and nodded: "This is the only way."

He also said: "Take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone"

Xu Chu took pen, ink, paper and inkstone from a soldier carrying a box.

Cao Cao quickly wrote a letter and handed it to Xu Chu: "Send it in"

Xu Chu took the letter into the temple and came out soon again.

"Walk"

Cao Cao and his group left Yuxu Temple and left marks along the way.

...

The next day, dusk.

The setting sun shines the green branches on the ground, like a freehand painting.

Cao Yi, who was sitting on the stone bench, opened his eyes and a ray of light about an inch long shot out from his eyes.

"It's already dusk"

Cao Yi said to himself, got up and returned to the temple, and saw a letter placed on the cushion.

Cao Yi walked over, picked it up, opened it and took a look.

Cao Cao came and left again. Cao Cao came to save his youngest son Cang Shu, the one who was called the elephant in the elementary school text, and his name was Cao Chong.

"Save people, no big problem"

Cao Yi put the letter aside.

I thought about the time to do evening classes, so I sat down cross-legged and started evening classes.

Half an hour passed in a flash.

There was another fluctuation from Xiaotian.

Cao Yi stood up, left the temple, and soon came back.

When it was almost dawn, Cao Yi, who had read a bunch of classics, suddenly wanted to sort out the treasures in his hand, so he took out the things.

"Imperial Sky Scroll" is still the same, one is "The Song of the Tide of the Sea" and the other is "The True Dragon Picture".

...

The treasure box of time and space is still unusable.

The other side of the flower stone plate has no other functions except for those who can see the past. After Cao Yi inputs a little spiritual energy, he does not see any changes and throws it on the "Imperial Heaven Scroll".

There was another fluctuation from Xiaotian.

Cao Yi walked out.

The stone plate of the other side of the flower suddenly burst out red light, and then it was gradually submerged into the "Imperial Sky Scroll".

Not long after, Cao Yi returned and his eyes fell on the scroll of the Imperial Heaven.

"this?"

I saw that a new picture appeared on the "Imperial Sky Scroll" and was a red pattern of the red shore flower.

There are two small seal characters on one side, which are a bit vague, but you can barely recognize the two words "典典".

Seeing these two words, Cao Yi's face, who was killed once and resurrected, appeared in his mind.

His expression changed a few times, and Cao Yi put his hand on the "Return to Yang Picture", and the touch was cold and harsh, as if he had touched the bursting Yelu Zhigu.

At the same time, a message came into my mind.

It is about how to resurrect the dead.
To be continued...