Chapter 339 Go and give me a word

Seeing Huo Huwei's figure disappearing in the forest under the mountains, Ge Yajiao smiled and said, "Master, you are really insidious. You saved a big Huo Huwei. Why didn't he immediately come back to the Baihu Hall camp and fight with Zhao Shan, the five disciples of Lin Baozi?"

Yun Zheng looked at the little demon's little face that had become white because of the energy to gather the essence of vegetation, and said, "Huo Huwei is not so stupid. As soon as he goes back, he will fight with Zhao Shan regardless. That's a man's talent. Lin Baozi has been famous for many years. How can he accept this kind of straw disciple? I guess Huo Huwei won't even mention being betrayed when he goes back, let alone fight with Zhao Shan immediately. It is most likely that he will secretly accumulate strength and find an opportunity to give Zhao Shan a fatal blow. As for what he will do, I won't worry about it.

The little demon Goya asked, "Master, if Huo Huwei can't hold the mud on the wall, won't his painstaking efforts be in vain?"

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "Listen to what Huo Huwei means, the eight brothers have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, but they have not yet to tear their faces. Now the five disciples of Lin Baozi took the lead in killing Huo Huwei. This conflict immediately escalated. No matter when Huo Huwei takes action, there will be a wonderful nest in Bai Hutang sooner or later. Let's wait for the good news. As for Huo Huwei's success or failure, it's all like that. You don't have to care about it.

Goya said, "Master planted this seed in the White Tiger Hall, and sooner or later it will germinate. White Tiger Hall staged such a drama of brothers and fratrict each other. Years of prestige will be in vain."

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "The White Tiger Hall is good and bad. Whether it has a reputation or not is none of my business. If Lin Baozi has the ability, he should pull out and kill all the goods that want to deceive his ancestors and kill his brothers. He can really destroy the foundation of the sect, but he has never been an outsider.

Goya said again, "If I do this, won't you make wedding clothes for the Liang Wang and Yuwen families in Ningzhou? It would be best if Bai Hutang fought with Liang Wang and Yuwen's family.

Yun Zheng shook his head and said, "Never mind, let's go to Ningzhou first."

Goya said coquettishly, "I just treated the waste of the essence of plants and trees, which consumed a lot. I can't walk now and want me to carry me."

Yun Zheng saw that the little demon was really weak, so he pinched her nose, carried her up, crossed the forest, and ran to Ningzhou.

I went to Ningzhou on the way, but I didn't encounter any trouble. The little demon Ling Geya's appearance was too beautiful and eye-catching to avoid unnecessary trouble. Yun Zheng bought her a coarse cloth dress on the way, and the malicious prank stained her face with mud, so she was relieved to take it to the road. The little demon is born and loves cleanliness. Being made like this is simply more uncomfortable than killing her. Several times, he wanted to show his true face, but he was threatened back by Yun Zheng's words, "Don't follow me if you don't obey". In the end, he had to accept his fate, but he was in a bad mood and his little face was never clear.

In order to hide his identity, Yun Zheng did not release Jinpeng for nine days. He only rode a one-horned horse with Goya, which was much slower. He had to rest at night and took two days to reach the boundary of Ningzhou. There was an endless stream of Zhongtian practitioners who rushed to Ningzhou. Most of them were small sect disciples who came to pick up treasures by chance and free practitioners. The journey was lively enough.

Ningzhou is located on the northwest border of the dynasty, bordering the tiger wings. The two dynasties have made war with each other here, and there are many more practitioners who have fled to the southeast. They are crowded with the practitioners who went to Ningzhou. What a mess.

In the past two days, Yun Zheng has carefully paid attention to the identity of other practitioners on the road. Unexpectedly, he did not find a famous sect disciple on the cloud list, and no one of the major inscription masters has been seen. As for Liu Zhi, Lao Shen, Dongfang Tianzong, As Juen and others, there is no shadow. Yun Zheng has sent many psychic letters to contact them, and they are also There is no message. I really don't know where they have gone. Yun Zheng thought that the disciples of the powerful sect were obviously all acting as a whole. They drove the high-level monsters into Ningzhou City in the wind and fog. Who would be willing to ride the low-level monsters to eat ashes and drink on the road of the tyranny. But the old god, Asjuen and others didn't contact themselves, but it really made people feel at ease.

In the evening, Yunzheng and Goya arrived at a market town 20 miles away from Ningzhou City. The practitioners in the town talked one after another that the winter battle between Ningzhou soldiers and horses and Baihutang 100,000 soldiers was about to begin in the near future. The eight gates of Ningzhou City were closed, the inscription array was opened, and the practitioners were no longer allowed to freely enter and exit Ningzhou. Except for a few major sects who are qualified to freely enter and exit Ningzhou, they are the guards who pass on messages.

Around Ningzhou, there is often a whole team of armored and resolute Ningzhou warriors across horses, which are fierce and murderous, and there is a bleak atmosphere of the upcoming war.

If you can't enter the city, it seems that you can only wait for news in a small town or market town near Ningzhou. I heard that although there is a general of Ningzhou in the northwest, Ningzhou City has actually been controlled by the armor of the king of Liangzhou. Yun Zheng doesn't want to take the risk to break into the city gate and cause trouble.

There are many martial artists in the sky, and there are also many merchants who are willing to take risks to make a fortune in war. This small market town called Qingshi has gathered thousands of practitioners for a while. They have not been there for many days and have their own confidants. The restaurants and inns all over the street are full, and the business is deformed and hot. Of course, the cultivation of people who can do this kind of business like knife head licking blood is not bad. Otherwise, the world is so chaotic. Maybe before the power of the two sides of the war spreads here to destroy the town and kill people, they will be killed by some evil-minded practitioners.

Yunzheng took Goya to the market town and chose an inn that didn't look good. After entering, he occupied a table to order food. When he inquired with the shopkeeper, he knew that the general of Ningzhou and the king of Liangzhou had joined hands and had made an appointment with 100,000 soldiers led by the white tiger hall forest leopard of the tiger wing dynasty for a winter battle. It was the winter solstice. The location is at the intersection of several border cities under the jurisdiction of Ningzhou and the territory of the Tiger Wing Dynasty.

As soon as he heard that the time of the winter battle was set for the winter solstice, Yun Zheng's heart thumped. The previous news said that the king of Liang wanted his son to act early and must arrive in Ningzhou before the winter solstice. Of course, the purpose of the king of Lao Liang was for the legendary holy imperial capital, not to let the son come to participate in the battle.

Yun Zheng inquired about it. There were still four days before the winter solstice. Originally, she planned to stay in this market town and wait for the news of the old god and As Juen. Now it seems that it is a little too late. It is most important to find the benevolence of the skillful hand medicine as soon as possible and implement the picture in her hand.

After a while, the store served food for Yun Zheng, and the two buried themselves in eating. Yun Zheng did not forget to listen to the other practitioners in the store. Yun Zheng's original talent is the ultimate in the industry of inscriptions. His spiritual perception is very strong. Although he bows his head to eat, he can calm down and hear almost every sentence of the guests in the store.

There were three practitioners sitting in Xishou, drinking, eating, and talking in a low voice, which seemed sneaky. One of them was short and fat, with bright eyes. At first sight, he was the kind of scattered martial arts practitioners who were very good at cultivating soil and martial arts. The other two are tall and thin. One wears a black robe and looks like an inscriptionist. The other is fat in green robes, and his waist is bulging. His alert eyes are dripping around. The wind can react to the power of action, and most of them are powerful engineers.

The three of them talked passionately, and the topic was also about the confrontation between the two dynasties, but later their voices gradually lowered, as if they were afraid of being heard by others, and the three also changed the topic. The short fat man whispered, "... The old pious woman didn't know which clan she came from. She seemed to be trembling and fell down in the wind. She was really bold. That day, Brother Wu traded the strange and poisonous elixir with her. The old pious woman shook her hand and didn't hold it, and even the hidden ring in her hand fell to the ground. I could see it clearly. Her hand There are at least a dozen high-grade ground crystals that leak out in it. Good boy, if it is replaced with low-grade ground crystals, it will cost millions..."

The fat and bulging machine teacher in the green robe turned his eyes and asked quietly, "She is an old lady who dares to come to Ningzhou with so much money, and she is not afraid of being slaughtered? Or is she actually a stunt, and she is not afraid that someone's intention is wrong at all.

The fat man shook his head, "Where is the old man who walks and kowtowed with his head? I'm fucking. I still have unique skills. I have the skills of catching milk. Haha, the old woman hired a martial arts pioneer group as bodyguards. Seven or eight big men seem to have extraordinary skills and general cultivation, but no one dares to touch the mold.

The tall and thin inscriptionist in a black robe has been listening without saying anything. At this time, he lost a peanut into his mouth, drank a glass of wine, and then said, "Winter, you and Brother Wu just let go of this piece of fat meat that is about to get? What can you do with seven or eight warriors as bodyguards? Can't you take them down?

Yun Zheng smiled secretly in his heart. The short fat man's original name was Donggua, but it's really worthy of his name. These three guys are not good people. They just did the business of killing people. It seems that this is targeting a pharmacist who sells poison, and he is calculating. Wait, the old lady who sells poison, how can this shape and business be exactly the same as the dress that the skillful hand medicine lady often makes?

Thinking of this, Yun Zheng listened more carefully and even put down his chopsticks. I only heard the short winter melon laugh and scold, "Fuck your mother is better than a black wolf. Who do you look down on in your heart? Of course, Brother Wu and I can be those bodyguards, but we are not sure. What if we fail, huh? Didn't the bad duck fly, so the two of us resisted not to take action. Moreover, Brother Wu pretended to have ordered a secret medicine with the old lady and made an appointment to deliver it tonight. Hey hey, Guan Bao told the old pious woman to come back. I came to your two brothers to ensure that tonight's action is foolproof. Well, I'm righteous enough. The first thing that comes to mind is you. Do you want to go or not? Give me a word."

The two tall and thin practitioners looked at each other and picked up their glasses to toast the winter melon. "If there is such a good thing, of course I will go. Come on, do it!"