Chapter 250 Farewell

"The power of the Imperial Master in the capital is very great. I must show weakness to the enemy. If I show my foundation-building cultivation, the Imperial Master will definitely ask other high-level cultivators to attack me. Lin Junsheng will not stay in the capital obediently." Yuan Ming said, drinking the tea in the cup.

"That's true. Today you killed Taoist Master Yu Hu, and it will soon spread to all countries and become famous, but you will also completely offend the Imperial Master of Changchun Temple. What are your plans for the future?" The little emperor naturally did not really blame Yuan Ming, and asked with some concern.

"I will leave soon. The world is so big, there is no place that I can't live. It's also free and easy to be a casual cultivator." Yuan Ming said casually.

"It seems that you have gone to the southern border and your character has grown a lot. If there is a chance, I will also go out and travel with Loulan." The little emperor said with some yearning.

"I don't care what happens to me. I am alone and can come and go freely. Only my parents stay in the capital. If Changchun Temple retaliates for what happened today, they may not be able to resist." A trace of worry flashed in Yuan Ming's eyes.

"Don't worry about this. You and Taoist Yuhu are in a fair duel. Life and death are up to fate. This matter will soon spread throughout Dajin and even the immortal cultivation world of neighboring countries. Changchun Temple has always regarded itself as a righteous sect. It will never vent its anger on you because of this, so as not to lose its reputation. In addition, I will make proper arrangements to protect the Yuan Mansion." The little emperor paused and said, "The imperial master has controlled the government for many years, and the talented disciples have been monopolized by them for so many years. It's time for them to give up their throne. He attacked you and violated the ban. You publicly challenged and killed him. You have helped my royal grandfather a lot."

"Then how will your royal grandfather thank me?" Yuan Ming asked.

"It's probably all I can do to keep you safe." The little emperor replied, "Even so, you have to be careful. It's easy to dodge an arrow in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

This is what Yuan Ming was most worried about. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Speaking of which, the Fire Cloud spell that Taoist Yu Hu used earlier was very powerful. Do you know where this spell came from?"

"As far as I know, this Fire Cloud Secret Spell is a special secret spell of Changchun Temple. It is extremely powerful, but it is very difficult to practice, so it is not well-known. Yu Hu should have only learned a little bit of it." The little emperor said.

"Fire Cloud Secret Spell? What's the difference between it and the spell you used to kill Lin Junsheng before?" Yuan Ming asked casually.

"The spell I used to kill Lin Junsheng is called the Burning Explosion Spell, which is an introductory spell before practicing the Fire Cloud Secret Spell." The little emperor said.

"Then with your talent, you should be able to learn the Fire Cloud Secret Spell. This spell is really terrifying. If I didn't have a few good mid-grade defensive magic weapons, I would have been defeated long ago." Yuan Ming sighed.

"Yes, with my talent in fire magic, I will practice this magic after entering the temple." The little emperor said proudly.

Yuan Ming chatted with the little emperor for a while and said goodbye.

When passing by a garden, Huazhi emerged from the ground and started to mutter before entering the spirit beast bag.

Yuan Ming was startled. After listening carefully, he found that Huazhi was complaining that Yuan Ming should not release the white ape in the battle just now.

"You don't seem to like the white ape? Why?" Yuan Ming asked puzzled.

"I don't know, I just think it's annoying." Huazhi was stunned for a moment and replied with telepathy.

"Well, what's annoying? He has no intelligence." Yuan Ming said.

"I just hate him. When I see him, I can't help but want to tie him up and beat him." Huazhi chattered.

...

Outside the palace gate, under a high wall somewhere, the carriage of the general's mansion was waiting here, and Yuan Zuochong was waiting in the car.

Soon, Yuan Ming boarded the carriage. Yuan Zuochong was about to ask his son, who had reached the foundation-building stage, a lot of questions in his mind.

"Father, this is not the place to talk. Let's talk about it when we get home." Yuan Ming said softly.

Yuan Zuochong nodded in surprise, looked around and lowered the curtain.

Neither the father nor the son spoke, and returned to the general's mansion in silence.

In the hall of the general's mansion, Yuan Ming's mother stood in the middle with a gloomy face, and it seemed that she had known what happened at the succession ceremony.

"Mother." Yuan Ming laughed dryly and said embarrassedly.

"Ming'er, you are too impulsive today. Although the national teacher deserves to die, you shouldn't do it in public. This move may offend many people, especially those cultivators in Changchun Temple, and it will cause a lot of trouble." Yuan's mother was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

Yuan Ming did not argue with his mother. Yuan's mother was very human and what she said was true, but after all, she was not a cultivator, and she didn't know the cause and effect and couldn't explain it.

Taoist Yuhu is the national teacher, with a high status and living in the deep palace. If he does not take action today, it may be difficult to see him in the future, let alone revenge.

Yuan Ming can also choose to take action when Taoist Yuhu is out, but he does not know how long he will have to wait, and once he is discovered, he will become a complete assassin, which will really offend the entire Changchun Temple, and there will be no place for him in the entire Dajin.

Now that he is challenging in public, although he has offended many people, the impact of this matter is quite large, and those people have no reason to take action against him openly, but it is safer.

"Ming'er is a teenager after all, and he is impulsive for a while, and the matter is over, so it's better not to mention it." Yuan Zuochong acted as a peacemaker.

Yuan's mother glared at Yuan Zuochong, but did not say anything more about it.

"Ming'er, when did you break through the foundation? You have only been practicing for three years, and your progress is so fast?" Yuan Zuochong changed the subject and tried to ease the atmosphere in the hall.

"I just had some adventures in southern Xinjiang." Yuan Ming naturally cooperated with his father.

He shared some of the experiences in southern Xinjiang that he could share.

As for the reason for his improvement in cultivation, he attributed it all to the elixir and incense, without mentioning the Heaven Stealing Cauldron.

Although Yuan Zuochong also practiced martial arts, he had been rolling in the secular court. Strictly speaking, he was not a real immortal, and he had never participated in a serious battle between immortal cultivators. He was quite curious about the life described by Yuan Ming.

Yuan's mother was also attracted by Yuan Ming's story, and her expression eased a lot.

"Father, now I don't need to hide anything anymore. Here are some elixirs and incense for improving cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage, and a few magic tools. You can use them first. If they are not enough, you can tell me." Yuan Ming took out a storage ring and handed it to Yuan Zuochong.

Yuan Zuochong looked at the ring in his hand, and felt the dazzling array of things in it through his spiritual sense. He was relieved and a little complicated.

"You only sent things to your father, what about mine?" Yuan's mother stretched out her hand.

"Of course I will never forget my mother. Wearing this Qingxin Pearl close to the body can regulate the five internal organs, relax the muscles and activate the joints, and it is also effective for women's skin care. It is just right for mother." Yuan Ming took out a white jade box and handed it over.

In the box was a light blue round bead, which exuded a soft luster and was very beautiful.

On the way back to Dajin, he searched several markets before finding this gift suitable for his mother.

Upon hearing this, Yuan's mother took the round bead and played with it happily.

"Father, I killed Taoist Master Yuhu today. Although it was an open duel, the people of Changchun Temple may not retaliate. I can't stay at home. It will be better for you and mother if I leave home." Although the little emperor said it was okay, Yuan Ming was still worried and reminded him.

"Yes, Ming'er, don't worry and go. Although I have practiced immortal magic, I am still a mortal in the court and my status is also prominent. The people of Changchun Temple dare not do anything to us." Yuan Zuochong said.

"That's good." Yuan Ming nodded.

"Ming'er, do you want to leave the capital alone?" Mother heard something wrong.

"Changchun Temple will not give up. If I stay in the city for a long time, I will be found sooner or later." Yuan Ming sighed.

"But you finally came back from Southern Xinjiang, and now you have to leave alone again, and you are being targeted by Changchun Temple. If something happens to you, how can you let me live?" Mother was anxious and almost cried.

"Ming'er, your mother is right. Changchun Temple is powerful. Will it be more dangerous for you to be outside alone?" Yuan Zuochong also advised.

Yuan Ming was helpless. He was thinking about explaining a few more words to comfort his parents, but he saw his mother grabbing his hand as if she saw a life-saving straw.

"You have been wearing a white jade ring since you were a child. Your grandmother said that this is a treasure passed down by the Shengye Sect. If you encounter something, you can use it to go to Leizhou City and ask for help from the sect." Mother touched the ring on Yuan Ming's hand and said.

Yuan Ming was stunned, and suddenly recalled the one-armed old man he met in the Black Rock City in the southern border. The Zhenling Pavilion where he was located seemed to be a sect in Leizhou.

He pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's good. I will go to Leizhou to seek refuge in the Shengye Sect as my mother said."

His mother was overjoyed: "Okay, I will help you pack your luggage now. You have to bring more things so that you don't suffer alone."

"Ming'er, rest at home tonight. Tomorrow, I will dispatch a team of elite soldiers to escort you to Leizhou." Yuan Zuochong also said.

Yuan Ming nodded and did not refuse his parents' kindness. However, after returning to the room, while no one was paying attention, Yuan Ming secretly wrote a secret letter and gave it to Huazhi, asking him to send it to the palace from underground.

...

The next day, before dawn, the rooster just crowed.

Yuan Ming pushed open the door, put on the hidden cloak, and used illusion to cover his figure.

In this way, he walked freely in the mansion and soon came to the bedroom of his father and mother.

The father was still asleep with his brows furrowed, as if he had dreamed of something bad, and the mother was also full of sorrow, murmuring Yuan Ming's name.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming sighed, kowtowed to them silently, and then placed a letter written overnight on his father's pillow.

In the letter, there was also a communication talisman that Yuan Ming bought in the market, so that his father could contact him when necessary.

Finally, after looking at his parents, Yuan Ming turned around and left the general's mansion quietly.

Outside the mansion, a simple carriage was quietly parked in a corner.

Next to the car, a figure wearing a bamboo hat and black clothes was waiting anxiously.

Not far away, Yuan Ming, who had just left the mansion, released the soul crow and quietly observed to confirm that there was no one else ambushing near the carriage, and then he stepped forward: "I'm here."

"Get in the car first." The mysterious figure immediately pulled Yuan Ming onto the carriage, and it was the little emperor Liu Tianming.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Yuan Ming asked in a low voice in the carriage.