Zhi Shuzhen was looking for Yitian Village, and it was dawn a few days later.

It was dark, and Zhi Shouzhen looked from afar. The village was sunk in the gray-blue fog, and a few rooster crows were faintly heard.

This is an extremely remote lonely village, with dozens of families surrounded by Funiu Mountains on three sides, shaped like a valley, leaving only a small path to the outside of the earthen slope. A broken stone tablet was inserted at the intersection, with three crooked words "Yitian Village" engraved on it.

Zhi Shouzhen walked to the entrance of the village and saw Prince Qiao floating in his sleeves, carrying the fog, like a god among immortals.

"Sir, I'm here." Zhi Shouzhen bowed and became more afraid of Prince Qiao. These days, he practiced his body skills hard these days, and under the guidance of the breeze, he melted the light body technique of moving clouds and flowing water, the gecko wall technique, the grass snake gray line technique, and the spider silk technique into a furnace. It changed lightly and weirdly when he walked, and his foot sound was unpleasant. Unexpectedly, when he approached the entrance of the village, he was immediately noticed by Prince Qiao.

"Young master is really a believer. It seems that he is unwavering and must become the Prince of Yongning." Prince Qiao said happily, and his heart was filled with tide. In just one month, how could this kid become so qi and bloody that he was full of energy and wanted to overflow, and entered the level of refining essence into qi? Is it an adventure from heaven or a treasure of the witch clan? Since the qi and blood are replenished, why did he still come to fulfill his promise? Are he worried about the pursuit of the feather clan, or is he greedy for the wealth and honor of the king and prince, or has other intentions?

"Isn't this what the gentleman wants?"

"It can be said that the best of both worlds."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Zhi Shouzhen did not mention the incident of Prince Qiao abandoning him that day. Prince Qiao did not ask about Zhi Shouzhen's experience, but only secretly considered each other.

The two of them turned all the way to the village along the sheep path. There was a bare field next to the road. After the autumn harvest, the ridge was filled with yellow corn stalks. It was still early, and some villagers had already carried buckets and went out to the spring at the foot of the mountain to fetch water. Their expressions were dull, and their eyes touched Zhi Shuzhen and the others, and they just drifted over, as if they were sleepwalking.

Zhi Shouzhen looked at the other party a few times, which seemed to be a sign that his soul was fascinated. Sure enough, Wang Ziqiao said: "I used some magic to everyone in this village. In a few days, the young master will be able to see the results."

He led Zhi Shuzhen to the end of the village, a firewood house was alone against the haystack, surrounded by bamboo fences, and tiny yellow wild flowers were trembling weakly in the morning breeze.

"Diet Girl." Prince Qiao coughed lightly through the door, "The person is here."

After a while, Zhi Shunzhen saw a woman's hand slowly pulling the wooden door open. He never thought that a simple door opening would be so gentle, soothing, graceful, like a swaying willow with the rhythm of the spring breeze.

A woman with a cloth skirt and a hairpin slowly walked out, her eyes stayed firmly on Zhi Shouzhen for a long time before she moved away and bowed slightly to Prince Qiao: "Sir, please come in and speak."

The furnishings in the house are simple: a low poplar wood table, square. Two wooden stools, one of which has a corner missing. A loom is placed against the wall, and a rusty pipa is placed horizontally in the corner. There are wooden basins piled up on it. In the basin are several large pieces of soap and a pounding pestle.

A yellow painting was hung on the earthen wall. The girl in the painting had a ribbon of a colorful dress, and she was bending down and dancing. Her jade face was shining brightly, and her eyebrows were similar to that of a woman. Zhi Shouzhen saw the signature on the bottom of the painting, which was actually the original work of Huang Zhouzi, the painting master of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"What does Die Niang think of him?" Prince Qiao exchanged a few greetings and then asked.

The woman sat down slowly and looked at Zhi Shouzhen a few more times: "I am of the same age, and my face is quite similar to An'er, but my appearance is too dazzling. My eyebrows are thicker, and my sideburns need to be carefully crafted."

Zhi Shouzhen heard her voice coldly and without any ups and downs. Even when she talked about the word "An'er", it was still plain, like a piece of dead ashes that had cooled down for years, and there was no more fire.

"He is just fourteen years old." Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Die Niang, when you were so popular, you were also as gorgeous as ever? You have a good face and are more convenient to act. Isn't the clans of the Great Jin Dynasty the most particular about this? Besides, he is calm and a wild orphan, and has a lot of poetic talent, which is perfect."

The woman raised her head and looked at the mottled walls for a while. She said, "As long as you can destroy the Marquis of Yongning and the Yuan of Boling, everything will be decided by the gentleman."

Until now, Zhi Shouzhen could hear a little bit of anger in the voice. He thought to himself, if there was no such hatred, he would probably have even been blown away by the wind.

"It must be as Dicky Niang wished." Prince Qiao said solemnly, and introduced to Zhi Shouzhen, "This is Zhao Dicky Niang, the singer and dance master who once fell in love with Jin and Chu. From today on, you are her only son Yuan An and the only son of Yongning Hou Yuan Dun."

Zhi Shouzhen nodded slightly, and Wang Ziqiao said again: "When you were three years old, Die Niang brought you here to settle down, weaving cloth and clothes for others, and made a living for eleven years. Since you know every day of your life, what you have done, what you like, and what you hate, Die Niang will repeatedly answer with you to prevent mistakes.

There are 38 village households here, and I will take you to know them one by one, including the birthday, name, and habits of each villager...

Butterfly Niang knew that she had friends all over the world, so you learned some basic swordsmanship and martial arts from her. Now you are refining essence into qi, and this realm is only ordinary among the children of the same age, and will not be suspected. You did not know your life experience in the past, and now you hear it now, you will inevitably be extreme and unfair and resentful to your biological father. You must carefully guess and grasp the key points of it, and perform the most suitable temperament for Yuan An. It doesn’t matter if you are arrogant. The Jin people have always used this to show their style of a famous scholar. It is just that a arrogant man must have real materials, otherwise they will only be criticized. Butterfly Niang will teach you the guzheng skills and butterfly dance skills that she is good at. You must practice hard and succeed in order to make friends with the powerful."

He smiled deeply at Zhi Shouzhen: "I believe in your acting skills and have made some arrangements in Yuanshi. But Jiankang is not as good as Bailing Mountain, with hidden dragons and creeping tigers, and full of talents. If you can deceive Barre, you may not deceive the wealthy families."

"Sir, don't worry." Zhi Shouzhen replied calmly: "If the performance is not good, I will have no way to die."

"Very good. Half a month later, Princess Huayang, the wife of Yuan Dun, died of illness due to years of lingering sickness, and the medicine stone was ineffective. The last layer of obstacles also disintegrated the ice." Prince Qiao smiled casually and looked at Zhao Die Niang and Zhi Shouzhen, "There is not much time left, let's start."

After the Jingzhe, spring returned to the earth. Zhi Shuzhen was carrying a wooden barrel and was chatting with a few young men in the village carrying water next to the mountain spring.

A convoy came from a distance, raising dust and smoke all the way.

"Wow, is the caravan coming?" Several teenagers immediately became excited and looked at it frequently. The place was almost isolated from the world, and the nearest town was thousands of miles away. The caravan only took this trip for several years to collect some dried mushroom mountain goods.

When the convoy drove into the entrance of the village, the villagers heard the news. The boys couldn't help but throw the bucket and join in the fun.

"Let's go, Xiao An, go and have a look. There are so many delicious things in the caravan!" A young man named Da Niu swallowed his saliva and pulled Zhi Shouzhen away. In Da Niu's memory, Xiao An and him were his best friends. They went down the river to fish together at the age of four, climbed trees and caught birds at the age of five, and went to Funiu Mountain to find immortals at the age of six, but ended up getting lost in the forest, which made the villagers search for them for three days and three nights.

The same is true for the people in this village, as if they had lived with Zhi Shouzhen for eleven years. Even the story of his peeking at the little widow of the Song family taking a bath the previous year was vivid.

The convoy slowed down and stopped. The cavalry on both sides stepped on stirrups and dismounted. The shining armor forced the villagers to retreat one after another, both curious and scared.

An old man with a gray beard, tremblingly greeted him with the help of the villagers, bowed and said, "I am the village chief of Yitian Village. I have misunderstood. Please forgive me. Dear sirs, do you know what instructions do you have to come to our village?"

A man in a gorgeous uniform with a saurus crown walked out of the car, looked around, and paused slightly on Zhi Shouzhen's face. "Captain Song, is there a child named Yuan An in the village?" he asked loudly.

"Yuan An?" Song Yitian thought for a while and shook his head in confusion, "Most of my villages have the surname Song. Oh, there is a child who seems to be named Zhao An."

"Zhao An..." The man in the gorgeous clothes lit up his eyes, "It should be him!"

The villagers' eyes fell on Zhi Shouzhen. The young man's clothes and hair were covered with dirty hands and feet, but his eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as picturesque, as if he stood out from a flock of chickens, and could be distinguished at a glance.

"You...Your son's name is Zhao An?" The man in the Chinese dress carefully looked at Zhi Shouzhen for a while, and his tone was extremely kind.

Zhi Shouzhen nodded: "I am Zhao An, I am not a young man, and I don't know you. Don't recognize the wrong person."

The man in the Chinese clothing asked, "Is your mother Zhao Die's mother?"

Zhi Shouzhen was alert: "Who are you? How do you recognize my mother?"

The man in the gorgeous clothes smiled slightly: "That's right. Young Master, don't worry, your mother and I are old acquaintances, and I haven't seen each other for many years, and I miss you very much. Can you take me to visit Ling Ci?"

Zhi Shouzhen stood there, looking hesitant. The man in the Chinese uniform glanced at the old village chief and waved his hand. The cavalry then hugged silk cloth, grain bags of melons and fruits from a row of big cars, and gave them to the onlookers, shouting: "This is what the lord rewards you, please accept it quickly!"

"Sir, you're so polite." Song Yitian narrowed his eyes and smiled with wrinkles, "Xiao An, no, Mr. Xiao An, you are a noble man, why don't you go to see your mother quickly?"

Zhi Shouzhen led the man in a gorgeous clothes to the house. The door of the woods was half open, and Zhao Die Niang was weaving cloth. The man in a gorgeous clothes stood in front of the yard and watched the woman for a long time. Until she noticed her head, she stepped into the yard respectfully and bowed: "Marquis Yongning, the Secretary of the Secretariat, and the Chief Secretary of the Guanglu Dafu, met his wife."

Zhao Dienniang's expression was shocked, and the loom under her foot suddenly bounced up and made a "bang". She stayed for a long time and suddenly sneered: "Secretary Secretary, Guanglu Doctor, haha, he has been promoted again over the years."

Wang Yifu sighed: "Madam, the marquis has always been talking about you over the years..."

"Don't call me a lady!" Zhao Dienniang suddenly tore off the cloth, "His wife is the noble Princess Huayang, not me, who only knows how to entertain people with dance! Yi Fu, for the love that we met in the past, don't bother me!"

Zhi Shouzhen snatched a step forward and glared at Wang Yifu. The latter smiled bitterly: "Madam, this matter is a long story. Can you talk about it in detail? I went through a lot of trouble and went to find this place for a long journey. I just thought it was an old friend to meet him, so I should let me go in for a cup of tea, right?"

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and Zhao Dieniang forced her to nod. Zhi Shouzhen made another artificial move, so that Wang Yifu entered the house. Zhi Shouzhen was guarding outside the door. When the sun set, Zhao Dieniang called him in, with tears on his face.

Wang Yifu walked out of the yard, and the cavalrymen gathered over. One person reported: "Sir, we will check with the villagers separately. The wife and the young master came here eleven years ago. The young master was distracted and liked to practice swordsmanship..."

After hearing this, Wang Yifu asked, "Have these people's souls been tampered with?"

"We will try the Ninghun Jade Pendant, and the villagers' souls are no different."

"Okay, the remaining inner palace and clan will check. The wife has agreed to go back to the house. You can prepare and set off at any time to avoid many changes." Wang Yifu ordered, his right ear trembled slightly, and the heaven and earth started the technique of hearing it, and he kept all the disputes between mother and son in the house.

"I won't go! I don't have a father! You said my father had died long ago!" Zhi Shouzhen played for a long time before reluctantly following Zhao Die Niang.

Half an hour later, the convoy left the village. Zhao Dieniang and his maid served were in a carriage, Zhi Shouzhen and Wang Yifu took the same carriage. He held the pipa in his arms, wore a broken sword on his waist, and curiously touched the tiger with wings embroidered gold thread on the brocade punctuan, and glared at Wang Yifu again.

"Does your young master also like to play the guzheng?" Wang Yifu smiled slightly, "Your model is already worn out. There are precious guzhengs inlaid with gold and jade inlaid in the marquis's mansion."

"The guzheng has not been with me for eleven years in the Marquis' Mansion." Zhi Shuzhen said coldly, "Can you buy gold jade for eleven years?"

He spoke extraordinaryly, and Wang Yifu secretly called himself a surprise and said, "Did you pick up this broken sword?"

Zhi Shouzhen snorted: "This is what the big bull picked up in Funiu Mountain and gave it to me. Haven't you secretly asked the big bull? You pretend not to know anything?"

"Haha, it's mine, not." Wang Yifu smiled, "Young master is quick and easy to speak, it's really the same as the six sons of Jiankang Bamboo Forest."

"Xiao An! Xiao An!" Outside the carriage, there were still screams. Zhi Shuzhen pulled up the curtain and leaned back. The big bull ran over in sweat, holding a few hot bird eggs in his hand and stuffed them into his hand.

"I just dug it." The big bull panted quickly. The carriage did not stop, but went away, leaving only the figure of the country boy waving his hands.

Zhi Shuimian looked at the bird egg and fell into a long silence.

In another carriage, Zhao Dienniang stared at the burning scroll in the brazier, and the ashes floated away like a withered butterfly.

On Funiu Mountain, Prince Qiao's belt flew up, retracted his gaze that looked down at the convoy, and looked at the unfathomable night sky.

This is my first move, are you ready?
Chapter completed!