The official road of the canyon, return to peace.

The refugees consciously went back to the rear of the team one by one, and gathered together and dared not walk around at will.

The coachmen each found their own frames, carefully picked up the goods on the carriage if they were missing, or nodded and asked whether the owner of the carriage was frightened.

The man with a black face and beard silently gathered the officers and soldiers into a lineup, and did not treat the officers and soldiers who retreated in the face of the battle, as if nothing had happened, and they asked them to pick up the discarded equipment and return to the team.

The injured were settled and the dead were buried. Two teams of officers and soldiers were sent to the official road ahead to deal with roadblocks, and a team of officers and soldiers returned to Sanguan to report the situation.

After all the matters of the front and rear teams were handled, the black-faced man hesitated to rub the carriage where Luochuan was. At this moment, the carriage was empty, and the frame and the refugees consciously dispersed away. But before he could get to the carriage, he saw two people walking out of the hillside woods not far away, and he suddenly stood still.

Two middle-aged men walked out of the mountains and forests. They looked like twin brothers from a distance, with the same style of light blue loose Taoist robe, the same blue square scarf tied hair, and the same exquisite sword carrying, even the walking posture was extremely similar.

Only by walking closer can you see some differences. One looks older, his long beard is half white, his cheeks are thin, and his cheekbones are prominent. His appearance is not only not as fairy-like, but also a bit ferocious. The other is a little younger, but there are wrinkles on his forehead, his face is square and straight, his eyes are drooping but his lips are full, and he is not serious.

The two Taoists walked side by side, not caring about the fearful eyes of everyone on the official road, and walked straight to the carriage where Luochuan was. Seeing that the old coachman sitting on the sword did not speak first, they looked at each other, and the older vicious Taoist priest bowed and said politely, "Senior, please help me, I will come to thank you."

His voice was stable and his tone was calm. He was actually a very nice male voice, much more outstanding than his appearance.

The old man sitting on the sword smiled and nodded and said, "Wangchuan Sword Sect suppressed the human race's fortune. Meeting is fate. I dare not be called a senior. As for help, there is no question. The thief may hurt my son, so I will naturally have to protect him."

The two Taoists looked at each other again.

In the Dading Dynasty, the prince was not a child of any wealthy family. Since three hundred years ago, the title of Prince has become a privilege that only the direct descendants of the prefects of each county can use. Even in the imperial capital Zhongjing, some direct descendants of the powerful ministers can be called Princes, but most of them are not as confident as the descendants of the county magistrate.

Because in that thirty-two counties in the world, except for the few that are close to Zhongjing County in Zhongzhou, the prefects of the other counties were all over the country with real power. They had a huge position in the counties under their jurisdiction, and their marriage relationships were complicated. They had long been the de facto "princes" that could not be controlled by emperors.

Just as the three of them were silent, the curtain of the carriage was lifted up, and Luo Chuan and the heroic woman jumped out of the carriage.

Luo Chuan walked to the two Taoists and bowed with fists and smiled, "My younger generation, Luo Chuan, thank you for your help before, otherwise even with my Jiang Bo's protection, he would inevitably fall into danger. Luo Chuan will never forget this kind of life-saving gratitude."

The old man sitting in the sword glanced at Luo Chuan's side face and turned his head to look at the horse's butt, ignoring everyone.

The serious square-faced Taoist among the two Taoists squeezed out a smile and nodded to Luochuan as saying hello, but the Taoist who still looked fierce spoke, "It turns out that he is the young master of the prefect of Lijun. Is the young master leaving the capital to return home?"

Luo Chuan smiled bitterly, "To be honest, you two seniors, I have lived in Zhongjing City since I was a child by His Majesty. It is not reasonable to leave the capital. But some time ago, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly passed away. A minister came to pass on the imperial edict to give us the empress to return to our hometown. I felt that it was not in accordance with the rules, so I stayed in the capital and did not leave. Unexpectedly..." He sighed, "I didn't expect that the peers around the place where I lived had left one by one, and that area was actually thought of by many thieves. If I live there, I might end up dead. So I decided to go back to my hometown for a while and wait for the new emperor to ascend to the throne and return to the capital."

The vicious Taoist priest heard Luo Chuan's words and immediately asked, "Young Master said that after His Majesty the Emperor passed away, the new emperor has not ascended the throne yet? Since the prince of the Eastern Palace of the Great Ding Dynasty is alive, how could the Empress's imperial edict be released from the palace wall and passed on by the ministers?"

"If the prince of the East Palace is still there, it would have been delayed until now," Luo Chuan sighed, "Just a month ago, the prince of the East Palace was too sad and ill, and soon followed His Majesty the Emperor. Although it was all rumors, since the Empress had already taken office, it probably wouldn't be fake. It's just a pity that the prince who is generous and kind is the prince."

He looked at the expressions on the faces of the two Taoists with a sigh and lowered his voice, "The legend of the city that Liuxian Lu Zu has passed away, and there must be a great demon who will cause trouble in Zhongzhou. The death of His Majesty the Emperor and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the cause of the great demon..." He paused for a moment and continued, "I don't believe it very much. People like the gods of Lu Zu will naturally have the same fortune and longevity, not to mention the mere demon clan, the three thousand sword cultivators of Wangchuan Sword Sect are enough to suppress it."

The two Taoists had serious expressions and said nothing.

Luo Chuan's smile was stiff, "Two seniors, are they..."

The square-faced Taoist looked at the distance with a solemn expression. The fierce-looking Taoist priest looked at Luo Chuan deeply and said, "The things in the palace are not something that we two practitioners can understand. As for the Wangchuan Sword Sect..." He smiled faintly, "I want to give the young master a piece of advice, don't deify Wangchuan, and don't underestimate the demon clan."

Luochuan restrained the free and casual expression of the rich young master, but solemnly clasped his fists and saluted again, "Senior treats each other with sincerity, Luochuan should also repay him with sincerity." He took two steps forward and approached the two Taoist priests half a meter in front of him, but he didn't know that just as he was moving, four auras near the carriage were entangled in a mysterious moment. He only lowered his voice and said in an almost murmur voice, "Now the imperial capital is in chaos. In the court, the empress and a female stream had already been suppressed.

The court officials wanted to retreat, and even the important officials returned to their hometowns in the prefectures and counties, not to mention the hosts returning to their hometowns. Even if the person behind this is not a big monster, he is definitely not a good person. The chaos has been settled. In the world, there is hope that the Sichuan Sword Cultivator will enter the capital first, but he was killed the next day and exposed the streets... Not only that, he also spread the rumors and rumors throughout the capital. The chaos of the mixed forces of all parties is simply difficult to describe. The two seniors must not enter the capital at this time!"

The square-faced Taoist priest stared at the carriage beside him thinking, but the fierce-looking Taoist priest said calmly, "The master said that since the Wangchuan Sword Sect suppressed the human race's fortune, the human race will naturally go down the mountain to enter the disaster when it is difficult. This time, the demon race has all gone to the capital to disturb the wind and rain. My brothers cannot ignore it. Even if the situation in the capital is really as dangerous as the young master said, it is impossible..."

"Wrong!" Luo Chuan suddenly interrupted the Taoist priest's words, and the momentum between his eyebrows seemed disappointed and angry, and seemed to be passionate.

At that moment, a handsome man less than half a meter away from the two Taoist priests.
Chapter completed!