When I got down from Liuhe Building, I was about to meet the yamen runner who was transporting the prisoner's body. The chariot was pressed on the snow and made a 'creaking' and creaking' sound.

"Real person."

Yu Jing walked up to him and bowed slightly.

"Are you ready to leave the city?"

The Taoist Zhenyan glanced at him, and the latter nodded without hiding it:

"The situation in Northwest Daocheng has been settled. It is time to go to Xingli and the other two provinces. It has been snowing heavily for many days, and I am afraid of human disasters..."

Due to the covetous eye of many masters in the court, in the past year, the power of Northwest Daocheng has not spread to Xingli Prefectures in the past year.

It was not until Yang Yu left the city that he sent a large number of personnel. Now that everything in the city has been done, he is really worried.

Last year, the northwest city suffered from famine, let alone the Xingli two prefectures, which had not been completely pacified by the chaos?

And this was also the matter they discussed before Yang Yu left the city, which delayed more than ten days, because it was because of the remnants of the big and small families in the city.

"Just go."

The old Taoist will naturally not object:

"If there is really something that the old Taoist can't handle, then you will have one more, not more..."

"Thank you for the real person."

Yu Jing bowed for a long time and didn't talk much nonsense. He turned around and left, but he had packed his bags before he came.

"Natural disasters, man-made disasters..."

The Taoist Zhenyan stopped for a long time before sighing.

Without the intention of wandering around, he turned around and returned to the mansion. Qin Si was cooking medicinal food. Seeing that his ancestor's expression was calm, his heart couldn't help but sink.

"Master?"

Qin Si wiped her hands and saw that her ancestor returned to her room and was writing something at her desk. She was curious and couldn't help but come forward.

"You will give this letter to your uncle Yang when he returns. You will give this letter to your uncle..."

He handed Qin Si two letters that had not dried ink, and Lao Dao pointed to the three bookshelfs in the room:

"The bookshelf on the left is the martial arts experience of the old Taoist over the years. The other two are rare Taoist treasures that we lost in our view. When you are free, you can read more..."

The old Taoist said aloud, but Qin Si's heart couldn't help but sink:

"Master? What happened to you..."

"It's nothing big. There was a guest outside the city. The old Taoist thought, rather than letting him into the city, it would be better to go out for him for a while."

The old Taoist smiled slightly.

"Is it Yunni Taoist? Or, Nie Longtian? You..."

With two letters in hand, Qin Si felt inexplicably panic.

"Don't think about it!"

He pointed at the eyebrows of his disciples, and the old Taoist smiled gently:

"The old Taoist is still waiting to eat ginseng fruit at your wedding banquet. What can I do..."

After stretching his muscles and bones, the old Taoist slowly left the door. Qin Si wanted to follow him, but he couldn't keep up. He lost it in a few steps.

"I don't know what the ginseng fruit tastes..."

After gently stroking his long beard, the old Taoist thought a little distracted, but his steps were very fast. Not long after, he had arrived outside the northern city gate where there were almost no pedestrians.
Chapter completed!