Leng Fei slowly returned to his bamboo courtyard, stood in the middle of the courtyard, and began to practice the magical technique of worshiping the moon.

The moonlight is like water.

A pure moonlight penetrated into his mind, and his spirit was suddenly revived, and his divine eyes and magical magic was activated naturally.

The moonlight that was about to pass by was suddenly intimidated, and penetrated into the depths of his mind, and his originally exhausted spirit suddenly recovered.

This was his thought.

He was overjoyed.

It turns out that the combination of the two is of such a wonderful use!

He originally used the Moon worship magic to absorb the moonlight, and then used the Taiyin body refining technique to cleanse the moonlight.

As for the magical technique of divine eyes, it can cut off hair and marrow, but it is not the moonlight, but the spirit. He never thought that he could combine the magical technique of worshiping the moon and refining the body.

Only then did he realize that the Moon Worshiping Divine Art was of great use to him.

To guide the next moonlight, you can use the magical magic technique to replenish your spirit, use the spirit to cleanse your body, or use the Taiyin shape refining technique to enhance your body after guiding the next moonlight.

One cuts off hair and marrow to remove all the residue in the body and drives away all the impurities. The other strengthens the body and makes the body powerful and invulnerable.

The two complement each other, like a hammering iron forging a sword, making the body stronger.

He practiced overnight in one breath, and in the early morning of the next day, Xi Chenwei brought breakfast. He left the palace directly and headed to Fengming Mountain.

He did not ride a horse, but was walking as a car. When he arrived at the foot of Fengming Mountain, there was a rumbling sound of horse hooves coming from behind.

Leng Fei stepped aside and watched Tang Lan rush away, but he didn't stop.

Tang Lan was surrounded by Tang Xiaoyue and Tang Xiaoxing, and the woman yesterday, who was dressed as a maid at this time, and was extremely inconspicuous.

Tang Lan was dressed in white like snow, and the red dress was flying high, with an indescribable look on her face. She just glanced at Leng Fei and nodded indifferently.

Tang Xiaoxing smiled shyly at him.

Tang Xiaoyue curled her lips and snorted, and the little squirted in her arms squeaked a few times. She wanted to jump over, but was hugged tightly by Tang Xiaoyue who was prepared.

The woman in dark green clothes has a light head and a calm expression.

Tan Zijian was also in it, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at him coldly.

Seeing the smoke and dust rolling, Leng Fei shook his head, speeded up, and entered the woods next to him to perform the steps of wading on the moon.

He rushed into Qianshan Temple in front of them.

Mo Yifeng was already standing outside the mountain gate, with his purple robe fluttering, looked at Leng Fei for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master." Leng Fei stepped forward and bowed with his fists.

"Well, I'm quite entertained. Is it about the prince being banned?"

Mo Yifeng stood outside the mountain gate with his hands behind his back, his purple robe roaring, free and elegant, as if he was about to pass the wind at any time.

Leng Fei nodded: "But it is true?"

"It's true." Mo Yifeng's head.

Leng Fei frowned: "What is it for?"

"About the princess' marriage outside." Mo Yifeng shook his head gently and said, "Prince Yu said a few words that kill the heart, saying that the princess' marriage outside is peace, incompetence, weakness, and a shame for the entire Dayu Dynasty."

Leng Fei said: "Prince Yu is so bloody, isn't this asking for death?"

Everyone in the Dayu Dynasty knew that the princess married out of the country to relieve stress and avoid being attacked from both sides.

But no one dared to mention it in front of the emperor.

No matter how stupid the emperor is, he knows this, let alone a wise lord. He is deeply ashamed of, but he has no choice but to break his teeth and swallow it into his stomach.

Prince Yu pointed it out in person, as if he had pulled away the fig leaf.

Mo Yifeng said: "After all, I am reluctant to let go of Princess Jingbo. Not to mention that Prince Yu is just a Xiaoyao Prince, even if the prince speaks, or even the three princes speak together, it will not be able to stop the princess from marrying out of the outside world."

Leng Fei grinned when he thought of his promise.

Mo Yifeng shook his head and said, "But the emperor also knows that this is a deep love between brother and sister, and the most precious thing about the royal family is the love between compatriots. He will not make things difficult for him too much. He will let him go after he is relieved."

Leng Fei said: "I'm afraid that someone will keep urging the emperor and will not let the emperor breathe."

As an emperor, no one can check or balance the power, so he will naturally act willful, and the decisions he makes are often less rational.

Even if you regret it afterwards, you have already killed it.

Besides, in order to maintain the majesty of golden mouths and jade teeth, you will not admit your mistakes.

Mo Yifeng said: "If it were something else, maybe the emperor would be impulsive, but our emperor is very tolerant of the prince and will never kill him."

"That's good." Leng Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Yifeng looked at him and said, "You entered the royal palace just to practice martial arts, not for the rise and fall of the royal palace, and don't forget your duty!"

"Master, don't worry, I've been practicing qigong." Leng Fei said.

Mo Yifeng said: "Okay, go back, don't worry about Prince Yu's affairs. The emperor forbids him to destroy his prestige and deliberately humiliate him and vent his anger. It was a conflict between father and son."

Leng Fei hugged his fists: "Disciple leaves."

He crawled into the woods opposite and flew away with his steps on the moon.

Just at this moment, Tang Lan and the others arrived at Qianshan Temple. Tang Lan, who was sitting on the horse's back, saw Leng Fei's back.

Tang Lan jumped off the horse lightly and landed in front of Mo Yifeng: "Uncle Mo, you disciple is very rude."

Mo Yifeng smiled and said, "Then please forgive me, the princess. His arrogant personality may be related to the mental method he practiced."

"Hmph, that's not necessarily true." Tang Lan's delicate nose shook lightly, and he snorted: "Uncle Mo is too partial to his disciples."

Tang Xiaoxing walked forward, took off her big red cloak, and stood aside without saying a word.

Tang Xiaoyue also stood aside with Xiao Diao in her arms.

Mo Yifeng laughed and said, "The princess is here for the Ninth Prince, right? Don't worry, it doesn't matter."

"I want to go back to Beijing." Tang Lan frowned.

Her face was beautiful and unparalleled, and her frowning expression was particularly charming and pitying.

Not far away from the opposite side, the knights had already stopped in front of the woods, far away from this side, and they could hear clearly with their cultivation.

But they couldn't hear what they said, and became more and more awe of Mo Yifeng's unpredictable and dared not neglect it.

But seeing Tang Lan's expression, he felt a strong impulse. No matter what he did, he was desperate to relieve the princess's worries.

Mo Yifeng shook his head gently: "The Empress said, you are going back to Beijing now to add fuel to the fire and put the Ninth Prince on the fire and roast it."

"But I can't watch Tang Yue be banned, I'm still here to be happy, right?"

"He may not suffer even if he bans the circle."

"Hmph, can you still enjoy your happiness?"

"He can also take the opportunity to practice well. Long Jing is a treasure land for cultivation, and the prince must have made great progress in martial arts."

Tang Lan frowned: "I can't go?"

Mo Yifeng smiled and said, "Unless you don't want him to come back."

"...I'll give your disciple a bottle of dragon blood." Tang Lan said.

Mo Yifeng's face changed slightly.

Tang Lan chuckled and said, "Dragon Blood is the most poison in the world, it depends on whether he has luck."

Mo Yifeng said: "It's really a fool."

Tang Lan said: "If it is someone else, he will definitely die, but his mental methods are different. If he wants to achieve great success, he can only use dragon blood."

Mo Yifeng sighed and shook his head: "He chose the most difficult road."

Tang Lan said: "Once you have really mastered it, then you will greatly increase your face."

"I don't need him to get angry yet." Mo Yifeng snorted: "Princess, please come back!"

"I want to see my mother." Tang Lan said.

Mo Yifeng said: "The Empress will not see guests today."

"Uncle Mo--!" Tang Lan said angrily: "Don't let my mother recite scriptures all day long, what's the use!"
Chapter completed!