When Li Changyi and Xiao Qianjun were walking on the country road in Lingzhou, Dashun.
It ends in the central part of Gezhou in the north and the southern region of the Wei Dynasty.
In an official's post house, the ninth prince of the Wei Dynasty, Cao Zhuokong, and the eleventh princess, Cao Jianing, met with the envoys who were going south to Xiufeng Mountain to congratulate the new Peach Blossom God.
Zhao Tieyi, the eight-star swordsman, has returned to the Southern Territory General Office of the Demon Suppression Division and is no longer with him.
However, with his meritorious service and being refined by the origin of Biluo Tiandi, he will definitely be transferred to the capital soon and be reused.
Private room on the third floor of the post house.
After listening to Zhao Buyi, the Minister of Rites, and Longquan, the deputy superintendent of Qin Tianjian, talk about the trip to Xiufeng Mountain.
Cao Zhuokong said in surprise: "You said that the person leading this restoration of heaven and earth was Li Chang of Hanshan Academy?"
Zhao Buyi stroked his beard and nodded and said: "It is Li Guanyi. Your Highness may not believe it. This Li Guanyi is not a great Confucian scholar as the court originally speculated, but a junior who is only a year old and has a weak crown. He is about the same age as Your Highness."
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Cao Zhuokong interrupted: "I believe it!"
"letter?"
Mr. Zhao was stunned, can you believe this?
Cao Zukong looked at the ninth princess Cao Jianing next to him, who was still dressed in men's clothing and a white robe.
Both of them smiled.
They had seen Li Changye's demeanor in Linggui Town. Although they were a little surprised by the news, it was not difficult to accept it.
After all, the leisurely green-shirted scholar is indeed an extraordinary person, and there is no need to be surprised by what he does.
Then Cao Zukong gave a brief summary of what happened in the town.
After listening, Mr. Zhao wrote: "His Majesty's decree requires us to invite the person who leads the restoration of heaven and earth to the court. Does Your Highness see this?"
Cao Zhuokong shook his head and said: "Don't think about it, that guy will definitely not go. If you send someone to call him, it will only be superfluous and counterproductive."
“It’s enough to have the friendship of ‘classmates’ in migration.”
Seeing that Mr. Zhao was hesitant, he seemed to feel that it was not easy to do business because he was not doing anything.
Cao Zhuokong smiled and said: "Aren't there three more mourners? Mr. Zhao can pay more attention to Guo Hengbei, Guo Nanjun and Wei Lun."
"They have a close friendship with Li Changyou, and they both have the favor of protecting the new Peach Blossom God. If we can invite these three to join the court, the effect will be the same."
Zhao Buyi stroked his beard again, already thinking about it.
"Your Highness is wise, I am not as good as you!"
Cao Zhuokong pouted, not caring about the flattery, and instead asked: "How is the Zhennan Palace doing now? After the death of his only son, Huangfu Changtian must be going crazy, right?"
Zhao Buyi was an important minister in the central government, but he did not dare to be like the nine princes and talk lightly about a prince with a land and territory.
He replied solemnly and seriously: "The King of Zhennan is really heartbroken after losing his son. He has sent the three chief managers of the palace, together with ten major guests and hundreds of soldiers, to surround Zhang Yiguan, the direct descendant of Changshengguan, who killed the son.
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"However, according to relevant intelligence information, it seems that it has not been succeeded yet."
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It ends in the northeastern part of Gezhou and Chaobai Kingdom.
Du Zhong, the general manager of Zhennan Palace in the Great Wei Dynasty, released a stream of flames and burned a paper Taoist figure to ashes.
The expression on his face was very ugly.
This was already the ninth paper man clone that they had captured. However, there were still dozens of clones of the cunning and fat Taoist Priest Changsheng Guan at large.
It's impossible to tell which one is the clone and which one is the little thief's true self.
It is more likely that these dozens of "fat Taoist priests" on the run are all fake.
The little thief's true form might have slipped back to the Temple of Immortality long ago.
But they must keep chasing.
The prince has given an order that if they cannot catch the fat Taoist priest who killed the prince, they do not have to go back alive.
A close relative next to him saw Eucommia ulmoides looking gloomy.
He couldn't help but whispered: "General manager, although the little thief is cunning, judging from the captured clones and what those people from the small town told me, this little thief can only reach the Seventh Realm of Perfection at most.
The strength at the beginning of the eighth realm.”
"He can kill the Crown Prince, but he will never be able to deal with Grandmaster Yu Hui. He must have help from others."
"If we can find these people and capture them, it will be a great achievement."
Du Zhong glanced at him and said coldly: "Don't I know this? But those people who left the town have no idea how Yu Hui fell."
"The old turtle's rank is too high. Even Mr. Xin can't deduce what happened in the town."
"If you don't catch that fat Taoist priest, how can you teach me how to find these people who are secretly helping me?"
The confidant dared not speak.
Eucommia was completely indifferent.
At this moment, a royal soldier received a message from a phantom dove.
He opened it and shouted: "General Manager, Yanguo Juma County, a little thief's clone was found!"
"Chase!"
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It ends in the north, southeast of Gezhou, Dashun Lingzhou, and is a country road.
When Li was about to leave, Xiao Qianjun was chatting with the herding boy, when a group of powerful Jianghu people came from the south, like dragons and tigers.
The three of them couldn't help but turn around and look.
I saw this group of people from all walks of life, there were hundreds of them, the strongest were in the early six realms, and the weakest were in the fourth realm.
Although the level of these people is not impressive in the entire Beizhi Gezhou, they are an extremely powerful force in the Lingzhou martial arts world.
These hundreds of people from all walks of life are all riding various kinds of horses and horses, and their performance is extraordinary.
They quickly galloped close, and Li Chaoyi took Xiao Qianjun and stepped aside.
The herding boy also got out of the way.
These Jianghu people glanced at the three of them, without stopping, and rode past.
"Wu Daxia, there are a group of scalpers eating leaves in the sky!"
"It's just a sideways beast-controlling technique, don't worry about it."
"The little elf in the green skirt next to the scholar in the blue shirt is so smart!"
"Don't be greedy for things that belong to you."
"That's it, are you still trying to rob me? Or are you no longer a righteous person? Zhu Aniu, I don't think you are a good person!"
"You are not a good person. I just complimented you, and I didn't want to rob you."
"You all shut up, don't talk about those things that are available and not available. Let's rush to Qingsui Villa and ask the old alliance leader to come out. If the old alliance leader doesn't come out, the entire Lingzhou Wulin will be harmed by Du Ling's guys.
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Hundreds of people from all walks of life were rushing away, and some words floated faintly.
The herding boy looked at the flying dust raised by the horses' hooves and said leisurely: "These people are all the most righteous people in our Lingzhou Wulin."
"They are actually going to Qingsui Villa to invite the old alliance leader to come out and deal with the new alliance leader Du Ling Sword Immortal together. Tsk tsk, what a grandeur!"
Li Changyi asked: "Do you know Lingzhou Wulin very well?"
The young man waved the bamboo flute in his hand and said with a smile: "I'm just a farmer who herds cattle. I don't know anything about Jianghu or Wulin. I just listened to a few books in the town's teahouse in my spare time and got to know a few Honshu people."
It’s just the hero’s name and deeds.”
"By the way, haven't you asked me your little brother Gao's name?"
"Not tall, my name is Dong Muren."
Dong Muren?
Li Changyi was slightly stunned.
But the young man had already jumped up into the air and sat on the back of the big black bull again.
He waved to the ground and said: "This old man, and this lovely little girl, if you don't have a place to stay tonight, you can come to my house."
"My home is right in front of me in Yanyan Village. When you get to the village, you can find it by asking around. You are welcome to come!"
Li Xianyue raised his head and replied: "Thank you, little brother Dong!"
The young man smiled heartily, held the bamboo flute horizontally again, and started playing.
The flute music is melodious, and the sound floats far away.
The cattle listened to the sound of the flute and walked towards the village ahead.
The setting sun shone on the young man's body, turning into a layer of warm yellow light.
From the village in the distance, smoke rises.
At dusk, people began to cook rice by fire.
Xiao Qianjun watched the young man drive the cattle to the village ahead, and then looked back at the horse road to the north where the gangsters had left.