Somewhere in a dense forest.
Jia Li, Zhu Youwen, and Meng Zhixiang were sitting under a tree, enjoying the shade of the tree.
I have to say that although these three people are a little embarrassed at this time, they still have merits. They have been frustrated one after another and behaved badly. It is also amazing that these three people can get together and not break up.
Under a tree, in the shade, three people have their own thoughts.
Zhu Youwen thought about the Jiuyou Xuantian Magical Technique and the magical secrets in the legendary Longquan treasure. If he mastered it, he didn't know how powerful it would be.
All Fake Li wants is to get the recognition of his boss at all costs, no matter how many despicable means are used in the process, no matter how low the possibility of success is.
In fact, Fake Li doesn't care much about Li Xingyun. Li Xingyun is not important to him, even if he has turned himself into a monster that looks exactly like that person.
He only cares about Yuan Tiangang.
As for Meng Zhixiang, he thinks more and is more normal.
When he went to his country to miss his hometown, the hostile forces were getting stronger and stronger. At this moment, he had to hide under a tree and use the shade of the tree to shade him. At the same time, he was still thinking about his wife, the fall of Taiyuan, and the surrender of Li Siyuan, and his family members were all lost. Is she okay in Li Xingyun's hands?
But he couldn't go back or surrender.
She has come to this point and will die if she goes back. If she doesn't go back, Li Xingyun won't kill her considering that he is still out there.
At this moment, a trembling pedestrian, covered in travel dust and carrying a baggage, walked along this small road and passed in front of Fake Li and the other three.
Fake Li's eyes flashed with murderous intent. This murderous intent frightened Meng Zhixiang. When he raised his hand, a Huayang Needle was pinched in his hand.
Fake Li knows very well how terrible bad people are. They may be pedestrians on the roadside, they may be lame beggars begging tremblingly on crutches, they may be dying old people, or they may even be children on the street.
The information they deliver is as deadly as the information delivered by elite bad guys.
Zhu Youwen noticed his little movement, but didn't make any reaction.
On a whim, Meng Zhixiang looked at the pedestrians dragging him to salute and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
At this moment, under the sunlight, the forest presents a bright and peaceful scene. The trees are tall and straight, receiving the warm light and exuding green vitality. The sun penetrates the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows, like golden filaments dancing on the ground.
The three of them were sitting in the shade of a tree, while the pedestrians were walking in the sunshine, under the same sky, but they were completely different from each other.
"What's going on?" When the pedestrian heard this, he had already seen three people sitting under the tree. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and subconsciously looked up and down at the clothes of the three people in front of him.
One is wearing a black robe with his face covered, one is wearing brocade and has a generous face, and the other is wearing black armor and has a burly figure. These three people are dressed in strange clothes, but each of them has a certain magnanimity.
Not like a bandit, but even less like a good guy.
"Hey, I saw my father-in-law dusty, as if he was being chased by someone, and I got curious, so I asked." Meng Zhixiang looked at the old man in front of him and said.
"There's going to be a war. I'm going to hide from the war." When the old man heard this, he didn't hide anything and said.
He felt that Meng Zhixiang might have fun with him, but seeing the magnanimity of Meng Zhixiang and the large number of people on the other side, he was a little less ambitious.
"War? Is there going to be a war somewhere again?" Upon hearing this, Fake Li stood up quickly, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked anxiously.
"Bianzhou, the emperor (here refers to the puppet regime supported by Meng Po, fake Zhu Youwen) has ordered the capital to be moved." After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand, turned around and continued to walk away into the distance.
Fake Li fell silent when he heard this.
While he was meditating, he raised his hand. The Huayang Needle carried the billowing blue flames and went straight to the old man. It hit his heart. The Huayang Needle penetrated into the body and came out. The old man screamed and fell down. Killed to death.
Li Sizhao's internal strength greatly improved his skills.
The silence in the forest was broken, and the sound of countless wings vibrating echoed in the air. In panic, the birds flew away from the branches one after another, blooming in the sky like fireworks.
Meng Zhixiang glanced sideways at the old man who fell to the ground dead, sighed, then turned around and said, "Move the capital?
How could such a foolish move occur?
If the capital city is shaken, people will be in chaos, wouldn't it..."
Wouldn’t it be a waste of money to benefit Li Xingyun?
Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhixiang remembered.
The real Zhu Youwen is by his side. Now there is only one puppet supported by Li Xingyun in Bianzhou. Naturally, the more he acts, the more in line with Li Xingyun's interests, the better.
Fake Li's mentality collapsed again.
Fortunately, my mentality has collapsed many times and I have gained some resistance. It is not the worst situation now and there is still a chance.
"You two, it seems we have to speed up our pace." Fake Li raised his eyes, stood under the shade of a tree, glanced at the blazing sun shining in the middle of the sky, and suddenly felt his eyes stinging, and looked away, he said He said to Zhu Youwen and Meng Zhixiang.
But he should know that blessings never come in pairs and misfortunes never come alone. There is another piece of bad news waiting for him ahead.
The three of them rode hard, and the journey was dusty. It was not until the afternoon, when the sun went down and the sky was getting dark, that they found a small village and an inn, and the three of them were ready to stay.
The three of them found a table and sat down.
"Innkeeper, good banquets and clothes, warm pots and good wine, three upper rooms." Meng Zhixiang took out a small piece of broken silver, put it on the table, looked at the innkeeper, and said.
"Okay, okay." When the innkeeper saw the clothes of Meng Zhixiang and the other three people, and the piece of broken silver, he nodded repeatedly, walked to the table where Meng Zhixiang and the others were sitting, and picked up the small piece of broken silver. Yin turned around, put it in his mouth and bit it, and then he greeted: "You three distinguished guests, please set up a table and go make arrangements quickly.
Please warm up my treasured "Dukang Wine" to the three distinguished guests.
Lazy guy, this is an important guest, so be smart or I won't deduct your wages. "
"Why don't my hands and feet be clean!" At this moment, an extremely short "dwarf" with a strange accent and strange oral habits came out of the kitchen with a curse, holding a piece of linen in his hand.
The person who came was none other than himself. He had braids that towered over his head, and his whole image was extremely funny.
"Fusang people?" Meng Zhixiang recognized at a glance that the man in front of him, who was no more than three feet tall, was from Fusang. With his accent and height, it was difficult to admit his mistake.
"My guest, this guest has good eyesight, and he is known as Fusang Little Taibai..."
(End of chapter)
