In the miasma of evil atmosphere, Su Che was thinking about a somewhat difficult question.
What should Song Qi do?
He knew exactly what the Xuanyou Dao True Pill that the little fox took out was.
It was a poison pill that came from an unknown place in the clouds of the East China Sea.
Old Songtou's Yangshou could have been extended for two years, but if he really took the "Xuanyou Dao True Pill" produced by Little Fox, he would be able to live for two more days.
Now the old fox appears, and the little fox doesn't know where to hide.
How to appease Song Qi became his own responsibility.
Moreover, after this trip to Niushou Mountain, I also gained a new understanding of the old Song of the coffin shop.
I really couldn't bear to let him explain it like this.
Suche thought for a while and decided to take the blame.
What Song Qi wants is nothing more than to prolong his life. It doesn't matter whether he uses the Xuanyou Dao True Pill or something else.
Think of a way back and replace the poison pill with a life-extending spiritual treasure.
I don't have any similar treasures at hand now, but who knows if the Dulingsu clan will have one? Who knows if Huang Tiandao will have it?
Because of this Song Qi, he got a page of the golden book and a ray of true meaning from the "Sutra of Future Star Tribulation". He wanted to remember his love, and he could just go back to the little fox to get back the debt.
In the dim yellow miasma, there were waves of neighing sounds of people and horses coming from ahead.
Many dirty men and women were pushing carts and driving livestock, carrying large and small bags to escape.
The old man's curse and the child's crying were mixed together, which made people's heads ache.
A group of armored soldiers holding halberds were shouting and cursing to maintain order.
"What are you doing standing still?"
A sergeant holding a long sword glanced at Suche and others.
"Follow me yet."
Third Young Master Su and Song Qi exchanged glances and walked silently into the team.
"Wait, what's the rush?"
A clerk in leather armor walked over with a short sword on his waist, a writing brush in his hand, and a bamboo stick in his hand.
The scribe's eyes briefly glanced at Su Che and his entourage.
"The war is in chaos, please excuse me, sir."
"Name, place of origin, why did you go to the mountains?"
This scribe seems to be very efficient and cherishes his words like gold.
"Yue Buqun lives in Duling, Yongzhou. These two people are my servants. We went for an outing in the mountains. That one is Taoist Lin. We met in the mountains."
"Song Qi, Qi from Qishan."
"Ma Shoude."
Suche introduced.
The scribe took out several bamboo slips from his waist and wrote on them.
"Is the Taoist priest injured?"
Lin Jiugong was wearing a Taoist robe, so he couldn't hide it from others.
"The poor Taoist Guo Beilin Jiugong."
"The Taoist priest of Guobei County? Why were you injured?"
"I saw mist rising in Xuan Mountain, so I came over to check it out. I met a big demon on the road and was injured."
The scribe nodded.
"What kind of monster is it?"
"It's a two-headed furbolg."
The scribe thought for a while and handed the bamboo slips in his hands to several people.
"Bring it with you. I'll check it again later."
"Hey, may I ask which general Sir is under?" Su Che called out to the scribe.
There are not many troops in Daliang, and the mountains and rivers are broken. Most of the soldiers and horses are on the front line of the battle with the Northern Kingdom.
Wei Huaiwen chased the North and exhausted all the troops that could be mobilized from various places.
Transshipping grain and grass, dividing troops to occupy captured cities, dredging waterways for warships to pass through, and replenishing frontline troops... Each of these tasks has already overwhelmed Daliang's military strength.
Otherwise, if Feng is not good enough, he will not just bring a team of elites to do things.
In terms of the military system of Daliang, soldiers are subordinate to generals. Each general brings his own troops, and whose soldiers are his soldiers. The Dulingsu family where he was born has a team of troops, and now his eldest brother is leading them to serve in Northern Xinjiang.
The general's class has a total of 109 members according to the 24th class of the tenth rank. It can be said that there are generals everywhere and lieutenants everywhere, but there are only two or three men who can be used.
Cizhou is located in the heart of Daliang and has never had troops. However, a team of troops appeared here in Shanyin to help cover the retreat of the people.
Explain one thing from the side.
The imperial court had already grasped the behavior of the old monster from Montenegro and had made arrangements in advance.
The soldiers in front of them are not the elite of Wuyun City. They can travel hundreds of miles in a day. If they want to go deep into Xuan Mountain at this time, they must have made arrangements in advance.
"General? We are personally led by Mr. Zhongcheng, the censor, and we have been ordered to help the people evacuate to the county seat for resettlement."
Yu Zhen? He didn't come too slowly.
"The evildoers in Xuanshan are crazy and hunting people everywhere," the clerk reminded Su Che: "If the young master has nothing else to do, it's best to go back as soon as possible."
"Thank you sir."
Su Che quietly took out a small sling of copper coins from his sleeve and gently placed it on the clerk's hand: "Thank you for your hard work, sir, for the country and the people."
The scribe looked at the copper coins in his hand and then at Su Che.
"Then I will thank you, Master."
The scribe turned and left.
Suche sneaked into the group of refugees with a few people.
People around him were neighing, and the wheels were grinding against the broken ground, like a worm struggling to move on the hot sand, and every step was slow and painful.
"Mr. Yue never forgets to bring his travel money with him when he travels around the world."
Song Qi joked.
"Humanity is sophisticated and not shabby."
Third Young Master Su knew that if he revealed his identity, he would naturally be able to solve many problems.
But that would cause more trouble.
For example, why did you know Lin Jiugong? This may lead to what happened in Kulin Temple.
Once the cooperative relationship with Song Qi is exposed, it will draw Bailudong's attention back to himself. Although he now has Yu Lili as his backer, after all, it is better to do less than to do more.
As for the inheritance of the Star Tribulation Sutra in the future, the nine-page golden book, the origin of the old monster from Black Mountain, etc.
These things are not suitable for exposure to others.
There are some things that Yu Liong can know and Feng Buhang can know.
But Yu Zhen.
Sorry, we really don’t know each other that well.
Who knows what the censor Zhongcheng is hiding?
The group of people walked and walked, the official road became wider and wider, and the evil atmosphere in front of them became lighter and weaker.
Amid the commotion, other teams escorting the people back could also be seen.
"just in front."
The scribe's voice came over, and Su Che turned around to look.
Then he saw a group of soldiers with helmets and armors pushing away the people around them and coming towards them.
The leading man should be the leader of this pair of men and horses. He was wearing heavy armor, carrying a paddle on his back, a bunch of black tassels on his back, a short axe, and a long sword with a ring on his waist.
The scribe whom I had met before led the way, and when he saw Lin Jiugong, he shouted loudly.
"It's this one, it's this one."
Su Che and Song Qi looked at each other.
Could there be another setback?
The general came over, glanced at Lin Jiugong, and then at Su Che.
"The commander of this army would rather retreat."
The military attache raised his fist towards Lin Jiugong.
"Is this Sir Lin Jiugong, Taoist Lin from Guobei County?"
Lin Jiugong reluctantly returned the gift.
"It's Pindao."
