The Feng family's mansion was blown up in a mess. She couldn't even get busy just by dealing with this mess. How could she have time to send someone to the Elders' Home?

Anyway, even when the elders came, they were just pointing fingers, which did not help her any practical things.

When the elder heard this, he was stunned: "You clearly sent someone to find Feng Guishan and Feng Jiaojiao Saint, why did you say that you didn't send anyone?"

Mrs. Feng was impatient: "Guoshan and Jiaojiao told me last night that they were going to set out for Shenquan today. I ate too much and sent someone to the Elders' Courtyard to find them! Are you okay?

If you have nothing to do, I’m still too busy here!”

The home that had lived in for many years turned into ruins in an instant. Mrs. Feng was in a very bad mood and was not in the mood to deal with the elders.

A person serving the elder next to him saw this scene and hurriedly said, "Mrs. Feng, you did send someone there. This is what the man said in person. Many people around our elders' home saw it."

Mrs. Feng was disturbed again and again. Just as she was about to fight back, she suddenly remembered something and grabbed the man: "Are you a person who is not tall and looks very good, but is inexplicably imposing?"

Xiao Jinglan's appearance was more than 1.9 meters tall, but in the eyes of the barbarians, he became a short person.

Mrs. Feng’s description is too abstract, and it is impossible for individuals to know what she said.

But the elder nodded: "Yes, that barbarian has some momentum. I thought it was the new manager in your mansion."

A ferocious look appeared on Mrs. Feng's face: "The dog thing from Xuanniao tribe! They exploded my mansion!"

"The Xuanniao tribe?"

The elder was shocked: "Are they not our inner supporters? They surrendered after the defeat?"

Shantong had previously had contact with people from the Great Zhou tribe, and Rufen was the nail they were lying in the Xuanniao tribe.

When Feng Wuyou went to Fengguishan Army, he always used the names of these two people to open the way, and the elders of Dazhou always regarded them as their own people.

Now Mrs. Feng suddenly said that they were from the Xuanniao tribe, and the elders didn't react.

"We've all been cheated!"

Mrs. Feng was so angry that her face was embarrassed: "These are simply fake. They are clearly spies from the Xuanniao tribe. I want to come to Sifang City to spy on our intelligence!"

"Where is that saint!"

The elder asked urgently.

If that saint had problems, wouldn't that be bad?

They had already sent her to the Shenquan! Mrs. Feng looked cold: "If that saint is not fake, then it is just a fake surrender.

What's wrong with her?

Isn’t it just that the elder is so nervous?”

Feng Wuyou can get close to the source of the divine spring, which is an extremely important matter even at the top of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Moreover, this matter has not been verified, so Feng Jiaojiao did not tell Mrs. Feng.

Therefore, Mrs. Feng didn't know anything special about Feng Wuyou.

In her opinion, Feng Wuyou is just a woman and has no background. What kind of demon moth can she make?

What she really wants to do? There are so many people in the Elders' House and the God Guards, just take it down directly.

The elder's expression was already extremely embarrassing.

The Divine Guard is the lifeblood of their Great Zhou. If there were no Divine Guards, they would have been defeated by Shengman tribes like other mature barbarian tribes, and they would have been destroyed for a long time.

It is because of the Divine Guard that Sheng dared not attack them easily, so they can continue to grow and grow.

It is extremely difficult to cultivate the Divine Guard. The most important thing is the saint who is highly integrated with the Divine Quanwan. This kind of saint can only be produced in ten years and has a very short lifespan. If a qualified Divine Guard is born every year, it will often die in three or four years.

Therefore, every year when selecting the Divine Guard, we will also select the Saint together.

Those who have already served as saints in each tribe will be selected to adapt to the preliminaries in the places arranged by the Presbyterian Church.

Those who fail to adapt will continue to be the saint of their clan. Those who are qualified will be sent to Shenquan for a trip.

After being sent to Shenquan, there were only two results.

Or live and return as a goddess.

Or... I will never come back.

Feng Jiaojiao is talented. She showed off her talents at the age of thirteen or fourteen. After becoming a saint, she passed the test of the Divine Spring and has always been in the position of the Goddess.

However, since she became the goddess, it has been eleven years since Dazhou has never found the next goddess to succeed.

The elders didn't know how many more years Feng Jiaojiao could be a goddess, so they kept trying to find someone who could merge with the Shenquan.

However, so far, none of them have been there.

Now, Shan Tong finally came out, but he might be a spy from the Xuanniao tribe, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Mrs. Feng said without any attention: "Did you send that saint and Jiaojiao to Shenquan together, worried that she will make trouble on the road?"

This is exactly what the elders mean.

Mrs. Feng sneered: "Do you think my husband and Jiaojiao are as useless as you?

Jiaojiao had long seen something was wrong with those people, so she deliberately separated them, especially the saint. Jiaojiao was extremely wary of her and could not give her a chance to make trouble!"

Feng Jiaojiao had long seen that Shantong had a problem?

Then why did you take her to the Divine Spring with all your might?

The elder thought about it and immediately understood.

Shenquan is not as special as other places. If Shantong really has any problems, it is much easier to solve her in Shenquan than elsewhere.

The elder was a little relieved, his eyes slid across the scorched earth in front of him, and remembered something again: "Since Jiaojiao was prepared, I told you again, why was the general's mansion still bombed?"

If you hit someone or not, the elder is slapping Mrs. Feng’s face naked.

Mrs. Feng was already angry, and at this moment she became even more angry, and said angrily: "Can you think of someone who dares to use gunpowder in the wilderness?"

And once you use it, there are so many.

If those people had not used gunpowder, she would have caught them and even killed them all.

The elder also found out that he had asked a stupid question, smiled embarrassedly, and waved his hand, "You are busy first, I'll leave first!"

As he said that, he left with his entourage.

After a turn, the elder's face darkened.

The leaders of these tribes in the Great Zhou Dynasty were increasingly disregarded by their Presbyterian Church.

The once iron-clad Dazhou is about to be broken into pieces! "Sir, Mrs. Feng is too much, it's just because she has the backstage of the surnames of Qishan."

The followers around him were worried about the elders.

In fact, not only Mrs. Feng, but also Feng Guishan's family were very overdoing the way they did this matter.

They knew that the saint had a problem, but they did not report a word to the Presbyterian Church, and they took the people to the Divine Spring on their own initiative.

This simply doesn't take the Presbyterian Church seriously.

When the elder heard this, he sighed and said, "Let's find a way to drive the Tianlan people out first."

There are unfair external troubles, so where can they dare to take action within?

Even if the leaders of these tribes became increasingly disrespectful to them, they could only endure it.

Otherwise, if the Great Monday splits, their situation will be even worse.

The elder looked up at the sky and couldn't help but feel in his heart.

Mother God, do you know that the Great Zhou Empire you built with one hand will soon cease to exist.

Feng Jiaojiao and Feng Guishan knew that Shantong had a problem, so the elder no longer worried.

Anyway, they brought the people, and even if there was any problem, they could only take care of them.

Fortunately, the Shenquan is not in the Shuman Realm at all, and even if something happens, it will not affect it.

After thinking about all these things, the elder looked up at the sky, and it was already dark.

At this time, the prison car that Feng Wuyou was riding also stopped.

After entering the mountain, there were obviously more wild animals in the mountain.

It was okay during the day, but at night, howling sounds were everywhere.

Even the barbarians dare not march at night.

They arrived at a clearing and lit a bonfire.

Feng Wuyou saw that there were obviously several places in this open space that had been burned, and the place where they lit the bonfire was also at these points.

It seems that this is one of their campsites.

I don’t know how many days I went to Shenquan, but there should be such camping sites along the way.

Feng Guishan's men began to set up tents and cook with fire, but they didn't even look at Feng Wuyou, who was still in the cage car.

They had no intention of letting Feng Wuyou go.

Feng Wuyou sat cross-legged in the car and rubbed his butt.

The cage car was not high, and at most she was half bent inside, and it was impossible for her to stand up.
To be continued...