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"Mr. Ming, after everyone is safely placed, we can have two good drinks. I will organize you to pay!" Cheng Yong stood beside Zheng Ming and said with a chuckle.

"You guys say you are a little stupid. I think you are too crazy. You organize and pay for it. You are really good at calculating. Okay, then we'll make the decision. You'll be responsible for contacting these brothers in the future and let's have a good drink in the future."

Zheng Ming pointed at Cheng Yong, laughed and cursed for a few words, and suddenly a thought arose in his mind. He picked up a wooden stick and slashed it on the ground.

Zheng Ming wrote an inscription, which he had already remembered, hundreds of symbols among more than 3,000 inscriptions.

Zheng Ming wrote these symbols very quickly, like flowing clouds and water. In just half a quarter of an hour, they appeared on the ground.

However, these things looked like ordinary children's graffiti, and there was no difference at all. After staring at the inscription for a while, Zheng Ming threw the wooden stick in his hand to the ground.

"Let's go!" Zheng Ming fell on the back of the big black bull and rushed towards Dingzhou.

Although no one understands the meaning of these inscriptions for Zheng Ming, Cheng Yong and others have a kind of heartfelt respect for Zheng Ming, so they all spontaneously bypassed these inscriptions.

And half an hour after they were speeding past, several majestic horses were speeding from a distance.

If Zheng Ming were here, he would definitely recognize that the man who was riding on the horse and walking the south was the Grandmaster Zhao who fought with Wan Huxiao a while ago.

"Looking at the situation here, Zheng Ming and the others should have rest here." The master surnamed Zhao looked around and said softly to Cen Yuru who was walking in the middle.

Cen Yuru nodded and said, "This is a fork in the road, facing Dingzhou in the west and Yuhuazhou in the east. It is not the hometown of Lu Daxia. It seems that Lu Daxia has returned home."

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao looked at each other and saw shock from each other's eyes.

Although they have all seen Cen Yuru's intelligence, they are still amazed by her ability to record thousands of people's hearts.

After all, this is a person's hometown. Although this sentence is easy to say, it actually requires too much attention.

"Miss, are we going to chase after us now? If we don't chase after us, we will fall into Dingzhou in another day." The master surnamed Zhao pondered for a moment and said softly to Cen Yuru.

Cen Yuru hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but her eyes fell on the text that looked like a ghostly talisman.

These words were like the most powerful magnets in the world, deeply attracted Cen Yuru. She jumped off the horse and carefully observed these inscriptions. She was in a while and where she was staying.

"How is this possible? How can these inscriptions gather together? They..." As Cen Yuru spoke, drops of sweat kept falling from her forehead.

Obviously, those things shocked Cen Yuru.

"Miss Cen. What are these?" a tall grandmaster-level strong man asked curiously.

His voice was soft. When he asked the first time, Cen Yuru didn't hear it at all. When he asked the second time loudly, Cen Yuru reacted and said, "Inscription, this is the inscription."

A look of doubt suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He had no idea what the inscription was, nor did he understand the wonderful uses of the inscription.

"The inscription is very small. According to the records of our Tianji Valley, it is an insight that some ancient wise men gained from the heaven and earth."

"This kind of insight is so mysterious that it is hard for ordinary people to remember. Moreover, the inscriptions have fixed patterns and textures. The words here should not have been together, but they..."

Cen Yuru said this, looking at the confused look of the people around her, sighed and said, "I really didn't want to move. There were traces of inscription masters in the Great Jin Dynasty."

"And this person is not an ordinary person yet!" At this point, Cen Yuru pointed forward and said, "Let's go, let's go to Nimron Mansion together."

The sound of horse hooves was heard. Cen Yuru turned around for the last time in the sound of horse hooves. She found that the land around the inscription seemed to have become a little higher than an ordinary place.

If you don't look closely, you can't see this little bit at all.

...

"I have paid attention to it. After crossing this mountain, it is Dingzhou. Everyone remembers it. After arriving in Dingzhou, they will make some rules for me! The lord said, who dares to have a little stealing behavior in Dingzhou, and kill them without mercy!"

A stout warrior, with a dark face and murderous intent, said: "I know some of you feel uncomfortable, but no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to endure it."

"This is Dingzhou, not the capital, do you understand?"

Accompanied by the shouts of the warrior, the imperial guards who were riding their horses and responded unevenly.

These should be harmonious, not even more uneven. If they were normal, they might be encouraged by the leader, but now, the murderous warrior seems to have not heard it.

It’s not that he really doesn’t care about the discipline of these subordinates, but that he himself empathizes with it, is equally frustrated and uncomfortable.

Therefore, in the face of such a situation, all he could do was to pretend to be deaf and turn a blind eye.

"Uncle San, your order just now has reduced the morale of your brothers to the lowest point, and he hurts your face!" A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said in anger.

The boy called the third uncle was a middle-aged man with a handsome face. He looked at the angry boy and waved his hand and said, "Xun'er, we are not going to fight, what kind of morale are we going to do."

"What's more, my face is what is this time."

"Uncle San, you are the King of Beiyang of our Sikong royal family and the brother of the king. You represent the face of our Sikong royal family!"

When the boy talked about the Sikong royal family's face, his face turned redder.

Looking at the boy's angry look, a wry smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He whispered: "Do you have the royal family's face? You don't care about losing this time. Okay, don't worry about these things."

"By the way, take good care of your third sister and don't let her suffer any harm. After all, whether she can succeed this time depends on her."

A hint of hesitation rose in the boy's eyes, and a hint of depression in his voice: "Uncle San, third sister is a girl, why should she follow us to Dingzhou?"

"You don't have to worry about this, Xun'er, I'll tell you one thing, that is, do your own thing."

When the middle-aged man said this, he said with a stern voice: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

The boy wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the middle-aged man and pointed straight towards the gate and said, "Now, go out for me!"

"Oh!" Although the boy's heart was full of unwillingness, in the end, he did not dare to go against his third uncle's orders and turned his head away.

However, after he walked out of the carved dragon cart that covered dozens of square meters in anger, the middle-aged man's face, which was originally smiling, showed a hint of sadness.

"Silly kid, the situation is different..."

The horse was racing, and Sikong Dexun was racing against the strong wind and ran for ten miles, and then he felt much more comfortable.

As one of the most outstanding young talents in the Sikong royal family, Sikong Dexun has his own pride. Now, he can't accept it by servilely and bowing his head in front of a subordinate family.

He knew that the reason for this result was that the family had a young man named Zheng Ming.

He killed 100,000 wolf cavalry with one sword. This outstanding record that he could not imagine was created by this young man.

It is precisely for this reason that the Sikong royal family, as the monarch, was preparing to grant Qingquan Bo Zheng Gongxuan the duke, and also the duke of the first-rank family.

However, he felt that even if Zheng Gongxuan was a duke, they were also ministers of the Great Jin Dynasty, and at least they should maintain the due courteous etiquette, rather than just those who were servile to see them.

Thinking of the four words "being humble" and his anger became even more.

"Young Master, let's go back. If you have someone to find him, it will be very unfavorable for you." The guard who had been following him saw that the horse Sikong Dexun slowed down, he hurriedly came forward and said.

Sikong Dexun snorted, "Let's go back."

Just as Sikong Dexun and others came to the camp, an army rushed over with great courage.

"Is this the army of Dingzhou?" Sikong Dexun glanced at the army that looked ordinary, and said in a cold voice.

His guard looked at the army's banner and said softly: "If the subordinates look good, they should be the army of Dingzhou."

"They should be here to welcome the prince and you."

"Who is coming? Stop and be inspected immediately." As the guard's voice fell to the ground, someone shouted in a deep voice in front of him.

Hearing this shout, Sikong Dexun's face changed. Although their team had already run lightly, their outfits still had no major changes.

Their royal guards' logos have been even more rigged out. In the Great Jin Dynasty, there has never been any act of inspecting the guards, which is simply provoking the dignity of the royal family.

"What did they say?" Sikong Dexun angrily shouted, and was about to beat the horse forward, but his horse was tightly grabbed by his subordinates following him.

"Young Master, this kind of thing is not something you can interfere with. You should wait and listen to the prince's arrangement!"

Sikong Dexun's anger decreased a little at this time, but his hatred was burning like wildfire.

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