"I'll be in Jinzhou for seventy miles. Let's rest tonight!"
In a dilapidated temple, a man carrying a heavy sword looked at the collapsed Buddha statue with a half-dead look.
"I can't tell, you still believe in this." Someone said frivolously behind the man.
"We don't have such illusory things on the grassland. How about it? Should we convert to the witch god?"
"I don't believe in Buddhism, nor do I believe in your witch god."
The man stroked the heavy sword box and said in a deep voice: "I only believe in myself!"
"I saw it."
Amuthelhan patted Li Yongchang on the shoulder, "Man dies for money, birds die for food, and follow the wolf master, and you will not suffer any loss."
"That woman?"
"She is a god!" Amuthelhan corrected.
"A woman will obey you, and she thinks she is Wu." Li Yongchang said disdainfully.
"It is also impossible to say that the Wolf Lord is Wu Zetian of our Khitan, but the Wolf Lord is better than your Wu Zetian!"
"Give me a high-ranking official, you can say she is Lu Zhi."
Amuthel Khan began to talk to himself in a mad manner. Li Yongchang ignored him and turned around and left the temple.
There were many people surrounded by a bare tree outside the temple.
A man in white and black clothes was tied to a tree by them.
Li Yongchang squeezed through the crowd and came to the man in white. He looked at him for a long time and suddenly grabbed his chin.
"Mr. Murong, did you never expect that one day he would become more inferior than the rats in the stinky ditch?"
He let go of the unconscious man and left with a smile.
...
Li Xin'an and his group followed lightly and went south for three hundred miles.
After two days and one night, I was almost able to see the Han River.
But after searching along the way, I didn't find any traces of the Shenhuahui and his group.
As night fell, on a hill north of the Han River, Li Xin'an and others set up camps and started resting.
They stayed up all night for two days and one night, and even if they were all elites, they couldn't stand it.
Especially Ye Qinglan, the horse galloped, making his thighs red, his flesh broke, and he was almost unable to ride on the horse.
Li Xin'an took people to the forest and picked up some dead branches and raised a bonfire.
Ye Xiang and Qu Gang worked together to catch a big wild boar. With more than a dozen big fish caught by Yuan Sheng from the cold river water in early winter, everyone's supper was finally settled.
Li Xin'an set up two iron pots, opened the fish to the stomach, cleaned it, and got in.
"I don't know how good the cooking skills are, please forgive me." Li Xinan apologized.
Looking at the fish swelling in the iron pot, everyone around in front of the iron pot couldn't help swallowing.
At the same time, a stronger and more intense fragrance came from the other side.
The big wild boar had been removed from eight pieces, and the meat was inserted into the branches and roasted on the bonfire.
Others were not idle either. Before their whimpering stomachs drove themselves crazy, they took out the dry food they brought with them to bake.
Some experienced people directly call the dry food on the edge of the iron pot.
The fish cooked the fastest. Although it was just a stew without any ingredients, and it also had a smell of iron, the people in the Blood Clothing Hall still ate it. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen big fish were eaten clean and the soup was left.
Half an hour later, the wild boar meat was also cooked.
After a busy night, Li Xinan finally got free time, took a piece of tenderloin and started to eat.
Halfway through eating, he glanced at Ye Qinglan beside him, wiped the oil from his mouth, and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"
Ye Qinglan was frowning, tearing off a small piece of shredded elbows, stuffed them into her mouth, and said vaguely: "I don't have an appetite."
"I can't get used to these things? I can't care about you. The fish soup is really a bit fishy. My question, haha, I will improve it next time!" Li Xin'an smiled.
Ye Qinglan didn't think about eating, but Li Xin'an gave Ye Qinglan the bowl of fish soup that Yuan Sheng specially left for him, so he reluctantly ate a few bites.
Originally, Li Xin'an thought his phone was not good, but now it seems that Ye Qinglan seems to have something.
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Trouble.
"I'm not saying this, I can endure hardship." Ye Qinglan said softly, "I'm just worried that it's been four or five days, there's no news about Shenhuahui and Murong Bai, and there's no movement from the other three routes. Do you think that wood will--"
"No!" Li Xin'an suddenly interrupted him, and Ye Qinglan turned around in shock.
Li Xin'an's eyebrows and eyes were curved, "Bai Mutou is the best in the martial arts world in the future, and nothing will happen!"
"...I hope." Ye Qinglan lowered her head and drank fish soup in small sips.
"Now in Hanshui. We will enter Jinzhou City tomorrow night." Li Xin'an said, "After entering the city, you can rest first, don't look for it."
Ye Qinglan shook her head, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I can hold on."
Li Xin'an sighed: "Mr. Murong Chen from Murong Villa is also rushing to Chang'an, we may meet him."
"It's not that fast? It's only five days before they arrived in Luzhou as soon as possible."
"That may not be the case. Those who came this time are all first-class experts. I don't know how fast the speed of traveling is faster than ours."
Ye Qinglan frowned and sighed, "Murong Chen... a rigid little old man lived in Murong Villa when he was a child and was often rolled by him. If I weren't an outsider, his little Banban would have hit me on the butt long ago."
"Senior Murong Chen is the fourth master of Murong Villa. If you are lucky enough to meet him this time, you must ask for advice." Li Xin'an thought.
Before I knew it, the night wind suddenly rose.
Everyone also finished their dinner, packed up their stuff, wrapped their felt, found a place to go back to their lee, and went to bed.
There were three shifts at night, and Li Xin'an and Qu Gang were in the second shift.
An hour later, Li Xin'an was called by Ye Xiang to watch on the night.
He came to the cliff and squatted down.
Underneath his feet is the surging Han River. Before this big river has reached its freezing, its life has not yet died, and it is still roaring its own roar, like thunder.
Above the sky, the stars are bright and dazzling, shining on the Han River and sparkling.
It was late at night, and it was the coldest time of the day, and there was already fog on the river.
Murong Bai's figure was illusory and ethereal, as if it was in the fog.
Li Xin'an's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He touched his chest and felt his body cold.
Ye Qinglan’s previous guess was the worst situation he had expected - Murong Bai was dead!
Shenhua will capture Murong Bai, what is his intention? Li Xin'an is not clear.
The possibility is basically zero for Murong Bai's personal personalities. Unless the word "princess" they found from the Shenhua Club really refers to a delicate princess in the palace who fell in love with Murong Bai, and the Shenhua Club was asked to capture him.
But Li Xin'an had already found out the relationship between the ancestors of the Shenhua Society for eight generations. He was 100% sure that no one had anything to do with the palace.
Or maybe someone is threatened by Murong Bai.
Li Chu? First of all, the most likely one is Murong Villa.
This is also the reason why Li Xin'an chose to go south.
Li Xin'an's plan was that if he could not find the traces of Shenhuahui and Murong Bai along the way, he would go directly to Wujun and enter Murong Villa!
so--
"Don't die."
Li Xinan gently stroked his sword and pulled out the long sword with a "clang".
The bright sword body illuminates Li Xin'an's eyes.
"Bai Hong, Murong Bai will be fine, right?"
No one answered, the night wind blew by, and the sword cried sorrow.
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On the second day, everyone was ready to go straight to Jinzhou City.
After passing the Han River, Yangguan Avenue is the road.
The north of the Han River is still under Chang'an, and there are fewer people. However, the south of the Han River is gradually prosperous.
It is much easier to find someone to ask questions.
But the result is no different from that in Chang'an. Yuan Sheng and the others did not find any information about the Shenhua Society and Murong Bai.
Logically speaking, the Shenhua meets more than 300 people, and such a huge team can easily attract people's attention.
Or, it is the god of the flower that will realize the problem and distract itself from action.
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Or, Li Xin'an made a mistake from the beginning.
The feeling of loss permeated everyone until the evening when he entered Jinzhou City, no one could mention it.
In Jinzhou City, there are hidden stakes in the Blood Clothing Hall.
Before leaving, Li Xin'an had already sent a message to them. When he arrived in Jinzhou, someone would take him back.
Li Xin'an turned his head and gave Yuan Sheng a faint look behind him. Yuan Sheng understood it, quietly slowed down and retreated to the end of everyone.
After walking to the corner of the street, Yuan Sheng turned to another road.
Everyone found an inn. The waiter saw so many people. He took it excitedly, and held the reins from Li Xin'an's hand quickly. He first exclaimed:
"Good horse!"
"Customer, are you guys, who are you good at a talented person or stay in a hotel?"
"Stay for one night." Li Xin'an said.
The waiter stretched out his finger and pointed at his face one by one and counted one by one. Everyone's faces darkened when facing this move.
"No need to count." Li Xin'an said, "There are thirty people in total, and you don't have to open a single room."
"Okay!" The waiter smiled and shouted loudly at the inn:
"Six large rooms, please come in the guest official!"
Xueyitang and the Ye family followed the waiter to the room to get things in the room. Li Xin'an took out fifty taels of silver and threw it to the shopkeeper.
"Except for the room fee, the rest will be replaced with good wine and good dishes for me. We will start tonight!"
After two days of running around, it is rare to enter the city. You have to let your subordinates eat some good food, otherwise Li Xin'an would be sad.
"Yes, yes, yes, I guarantee that you will be satisfied with Young Master!" The shopkeeper held the heavy silver in his hands and smiled from ear to ear.
Everyone had set up their luggage and gathered in the lobby, waiting for Li Xin'an's orders.
"Now there is still one hour before the curfew in Jinzhou City. We cannot waste this period of time. Everyone goes out to find out the news, leave three people here, ready to answer at any time."
"After an hour, everyone was a lot of people, and they all returned to the inn!"
After receiving the order, everyone left, rode their horses, and disappeared in the dim streets of Jinzhou City.
"Waiter, please ask, have you ever seen a team of more than 300 people coming to Jinzhou City?"
The waiter thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "Customer, I, Zhao Liu, grew up in Jinzhou City since I was a child. Not to mention three hundred people, even if there are three hundred family birds, I know."
"To be honest, I have never seen the people you inquired about, so they definitely didn't come to Jinzhou."
A strong disappointment emerged in Li Xin'an's eyes. He nodded and said lightly: "I'm working hard." He walked out of the inn.
An hour later, everyone who went out returned one after another.
The result is still the same, there is no news about Shenhua meeting and Murong Bai!
They can't eat anything they want without getting what they want.
Everyone had a tasteless meal, which was not as good as the fish soup and wild boars from last night.
Not long after, Ye Qinglan got up first and left the table, went back to the room to rest.
Ten people from the Ye family, in groups of three or three, gradually left. Only twenty people from the Blood Clothing Hall were still sitting in their seats, waiting for Li Xin'an's instructions.
"Yuan Sheng has not come back yet, wait." Li Xin'an said softly.
He picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all. Then he tore off a roast chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth and started eating.
The voice of the updater who was playing in the update came from afar: "The sky is dry, be careful of the fire and candle..."
"The weather is dry, be careful of the fire and candle."
The sound came from afar and left far away. Then there were heavy steps of the soldiers patrolling the city.
At the last moment before the curfew, the door of the inn was pushed open suddenly. Yuan Sheng panted and rushed back with the person in charge of the Blood Clothes Hall in Jinzhou.
He gasped heavily and looked at Li Xin'an with joy in his eyes.
Ye Qinglan leaned on the railing on the second floor at some point and looked at Yuan Sheng with a serious face.
Li Xin'an didn't notice Ye Qinglan's existence at all, so he stepped forward eagerly and asked, "How is it?"
Yuan Sheng grinned, "Twenty miles south of the city, they stopped."