Chapter 961: Ordered!

Qindu, Xianyang
A carriage slowly drove out from the gate of the city, and after traveling some distance, it suddenly stopped.
A slightly older man slowly walked out of the carriage and looked up at the city of Xianyang. There seemed to be some dismay in his eyes.
"Zhang Zi."
The coachman whispered, and the man slowly recovered his senses, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
This person is Zhang Yi, the prime minister of Qin State, who has been ups and downs for decades and has made great contributions to Qin State, but now he has left Xianyang alone.
The memorial to tell the old man to return to his hometown has been submitted, and the emperor is also extremely happy, rewarding the daughter, and escorting Zhang Yi away. Zhang Yi just found a reason to refuse.
Being alone now, it looks a bit bleak.
The groom started to drive the carriage, and when it had been driving dozens of miles away, there was a sudden laughter from the carriage.
The groom who was startled instantly lifted the curtain and glanced into the carriage, only to find that Zhang Yi's expression was full of smiles at this time, and he was taken aback.
Are you so happy after resigning?
I saw that Zhang Yi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Go east and go to Qi State."
Hearing this, Muff was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Zhang Yi somewhat puzzled: "Sir, why are you going to Qi State?"
"If you talk too much, just follow it!"
After being scolded, the groom nodded hurriedly, turned his horse's head, and drove towards the territory of Qi.
In the carriage, Zhang Yi held up a roll of bamboo slips, his eyes flashed lightly, and there was no trace of sadness at the beginning.
In the first life, Zhang Yi could be regarded as retreating from the whole body in the Qin State. Thinking about the current king, although he is also a person of luck, it is nothing to him.
Returning home for the elderly? That is impossible!
There must be people in the DPRK who guess where they are going. It is nothing more than Wei Guo, but he has other things to do, which is a big thing.
Sitting in a carriage, the carriage carrying Zhang Yi disappeared after entering Wei State, as if there had never been a person like Zhang Yi in this world.
Qi State, in a mountain outside the capital
A carriage came to a halt slowly, the coachman jumped out of the carriage, bowed and saluted the carriage, and then said, "Sir, we are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, one person in the carriage came out, it was Zhang Yi who had left Qin State.
At this moment, Zhang Yi didn't have the same old attitude he had when he left, and his eyes flickered. If he weren't really getting older, he would have even improved his energy.
Glancing around, Zhang Yi cast his gaze on a distant mountain with a smile.
After pulling out a piece of gold from the sleeve and throwing it to the coachman, Zhang Yi said: "You and I are all destined, let's leave here."
After receiving the gold, the coachman nodded hastily, and then turned back to drive the carriage away.
After seeing the person leaving, Zhang Yi stepped towards the mountain she had seen earlier.
If the coachman was in front of him at this time, he would be surprised to see Zhang Yi walking, because every step Zhang Yi took at this time was a distance of tens of meters.
The body's breath fluctuated, but it took a moment to reach the bottom of the mountain.
I saw that Zhang Yi stopped abruptly, and then tentatively reached out his hand, just stretched halfway forward, and then saw a faint blue light barrier walking in front of him.
"Zhang Zi, what's the matter?"
A faint voice rang in the mountains, and the erratic feeling made Zhang Yi's eyes flash away.
"By the order of the master, come here to meet your husband."
"For those who are idle, Master Zhang Zi is the position of the immortal gods, what do you do when you see the poor Dao?"
It was still an erratic voice, Zhang Yi didn't care, only after a slight smile, he said, "Come and get something."
As soon as the voice fell, there was no sound coming from the mountain, Zhang Yi was not anxious, just quietly looking at the barrier in front of him.
After a while, the blue light barrier in front of him was slowly opened, Zhang Yi smiled, stepping into it, and the picture in front of him changed accordingly.
Seeing the dreamlike scenery around Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi was taken aback for a moment, and immediately stabilized his figure, and said in his heart: "What a powerful fantasy formation."
Thinking like this in her heart, Zhang Yi immediately raised her eyes and looked into the distance, and saw countless butterflies flying out of the flowers.
His eyes narrowed, and a faint white light suddenly appeared on Zhang Yi's body. The light was concentrated on his waist, and a sign was shining.
I saw that the butterflies that came out gathered one after another, and after a short while, one person was transformed into an old man.
Zhang Yi watched this scene in surprise, and then said: "Zhuang Zhou?"
The old man was also looking at Zhang Yi, nodded and said, "Pan Dao is Zhuang Zhou."
As he said, Zhuang Zhou's eyes fell on Zhang Yi's waist, and his eyes shrank suddenly: "It really is from Zhenhai Dragon Palace."
Zhang Yi smiled slightly without concealing it, and generously revealed the token on his waist: "If you like to watch it, can you join Zhenhai Dragon Palace?"
Hearing these words, Rao Shi Zhuang Zhou's mood was different from ordinary people, and he was choked by these words at this time.
Staring at Zhang Yi with a sneer, he said, "Zhang Zi's mouth is different from ordinary people among the nations."
"It's nothing more than living with a mouth, sir." Zhang Yi said, arching his hands.
It's just that people in the world may take it seriously after hearing this, but Zhuang Zhou himself knows very well how Zhang Yi can stir the world with just one mouth, what is really powerful is his imperial Taoism.
The brilliance in his eyes was fleeting, and Zhuang Zhou looked at Zhang Yi on the opposite side, and said, "Today are you here to learn the scriptures for Zhenhai Dragon Palace?"
Zhang Yi nodded slightly, her smile on her face remained the same, but her thoughts flowed swiftly, thinking about what might have changed.
Sure enough, as soon as this idea came up in Zhang Yi's mind, he heard Zhuang Zhou smile and say: "It's easy to take away the scriptures. Today, the poor way has to weigh your methods."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Yi secretly said so, and said without a smile: "Then try it."
Zhang Yi instantly became vigilant, and Zhuang Zhou in front of him was not so easy to deal with according to Master's words. From the fact that the old monarch covered his whereabouts, he could see that this person was not that simple.
Seeing that Zhang Yi had just finished speaking, he felt that his body sank, and in an instant he began to descend rapidly, as if he had stepped on the air.
This was Zhang Yi's first fight. When did he see such a posture, after finally stabilizing his figure in mid-air, he found that there was darkness all around him, and he couldn't see anything.
Frowning, Zhang Yi felt a little confused, where did he go?
Zhang Yi, who hadn't understood what was happening, suddenly moved his ears. He only heard the sound of water drop falling and remembered. He looked forward and saw a ripple slowly spreading.
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