"It's rare that Guangxiao, the dead thief, can be kind." After hearing Zhao Zhenyuan's words, Bai Wuqiu curled his lips and continued: "Do you think this monk Hua likes this kid? Old man, you have redeemed the person, but after that, you'll get the cheapest thief..."

"Big nephew is your wrong." Xiao Rensan giggled, grimaced at Xiao Zhao Zhenyuan, and continued, "It's not because we don't deal with that monk, we just pressed his bald head no matter what kind of shit. We ginseng said with conscience that Monk Guangxiao has nothing to do with women except being more sensible and doing things by any means."

"No matter what, Guangxiao is also a disciple of that old guy Xu Fu. The orthodox alchemist will not have any trouble with women." After looking at Zhao Zhenyuan who couldn't speak, Gui Bugui smiled and continued: "Whether Guangxiao or Guangren is a dead Guangyi, he cherishes his feathers very much. Even if I don't like them, I have no choice about the personal morality of these people."

When Gui Bugui was talking, Xiao Zhao Zhenyuan lay on the carriage and looked anxiously in the direction of Yangzhou City. Although he had already gotten on the carriage, he still didn't support himself. I don't know why he had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if something bad was going to happen today.

Now that he is in the car, Zhao Zhenyuan can only continue to follow them patiently. If the manager of Sishui City does not recognize the old guy's letter, what should he do?

Just as Zhao Zhenyuan was thinking about it, a noisy sound suddenly sounded outside the carriage again. Through the car window, the children could see their convoy passing through a camp where the officials were gathering. Zheng Jun had the emperor's imperial edict in his hand. After handing over with the generals of the barracks, the carriage passed through the camp guarded by heavy troops and continued to march towards the opposite side.

They passed by the camp of the imperial guards, but the officers and soldiers here could not see the intention of fighting to the death. They gathered together in groups of three or three, muttering something in a low voice. The officers and soldiers no longer avoided outsiders, and their voices drifted into the carriage along the window.

"I remember everything. When we fight, we will take off the number on our bodies. I have already agreed with the opponent that they will take the number on the Yan army when they rushed over. Then we will change our clothes and will be Yan army. How many people have died of such a mess..."

"Yes, why do we soldiers die in the affairs of their uncles and nephews? I was dissatisfied and I didn't fight, so I didn't fight, so I changed into my own clothes and went home to farm..."

"Actually, it's good to fight. I've found out that the rich man Zhou is still hiding at home. As long as we fight, we will go to find him to make a fortune. If there is no more, there is still a hundred or eighty taels of silver."

Listening to these soldiers, they were ready.

As long as the two armies start a war, they will be separated by the distance, surrender, and there will be a few people who are ready to rob the wealthy families. After hearing this, Zheng Jun's face turned pale. If he hadn't had the heavy responsibility, he would have already drawn out the Xiuchun Sword, revealed his identity as the Jinyiwei, and arrested these soldiers and bandits for punishment.

It would be fine if these soldiers talk nonsense, but the generals who led the troops looked listless. It seemed that once the two armies started a war, the generals who led the troops would be the first to retreat.

After leaving the battle formation, the convoy continued to move forward for more than 30 miles. As it was getting late and it was getting dark, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of him. The head of the man was covered in white hair, but he looked only 20 or 30 years old, Guan Wuming, a disciple of Monk Guangxiao.

"Are you the one who came to discuss peace? Wu Mian, where are the two great monks Gui Bugui?" After seeing Wu Mian from afar and Gui Bugui's convoy, Guan Wuming shouted loudly. At this time, the team behind him had lit up the torches and lanterns. From afar, there were dozens of people and horses.

"The two immortal chiefs are resting in the carriage." Zheng Jun replied and continued to lead the convoy forward. At this time, Guan Wuming and his men arrived before the convoy. Zheng Jun took out the emperor's imperial edict and was about to ask Guan Wuming to check. Unexpectedly, this white-haired young man didn't even look at the imperial edict. He rode his horse and arrived next to Wu Mian, next to Gui Bugui's carriage.

"Isn't this Wuming? Long time no see... Why are you still next to Monk Guangxiao? Old man, I thought you master and apprentice had broken up long ago, and it turned out that you had nothing to do." Gui Bugui's head stuck out of the carriage, smiled at Guan Wuming, and continued, "What? This time your master asked you to take us here?"

"It's indeed a long time since I haven't seen Master Gui," Guan Wuming smiled at Gui Bugui in the carriage and continued, "Uncle Master, don't listen to the gossip outside. Wuming is still filial to his master. How could he leave Master?"

"After all, he is Guangxiao's disciple. He was also a figure as famous as Master Huoshan, and he could talk." After laughing, Gui Bugui continued, "The last time he saw Wuming in the capital, you were still a little angular. Today, he looked like he had a different person. If it weren't for the white hair on your head, I would have thought that your master, Monk Guangxiao, had arrived."

"You uncle and nephew have a chance to talk. Let's go and do the business of the Zhu family first." Wu Mian was a little impatient in the carriage. After rolling his eyes, he directly ordered the driver to continue driving. Guan Wuming was also familiar with Wu Mian's temper. He just smiled and ordered Yan Jun to separate the road and let the convoy pass here first.

After a short while, he encountered another camp full of soldiers. This was the Yan army's camp. Under Guan Wuming's leadership, Zheng army led the convoy through the camp and marched towards the Yangzhou City behind. Seeing the soldiers here, there was another scene.

The soldiers of the Yan army were covered in clothes, sharpening their knives, and patrolling them. The soldiers passing by the carriage all had murderous aura on their faces. Not to mention these, the Zheng army also saw many Mongolian soldiers in the military camp. Most of them were prisoners of war when the King of Yan fought with Mongolia before. Looking at the fierce appearance of these Mongolian soldiers, the Zheng army knew that the army opposite could not defend.

Not long after, the convoy passed through the Yan army's camp. After traveling more than ten miles, he saw Yangzhou City. At this time, hundreds of people had gathered at the gate of the city. Judging from the lanterns and torches in their hands, the leader of these people was Zhu Di, the King of Yan who had met in the capital.

After seeing the carriage coming, Zhu Di brought people to meet him with a smile. His Highness, the King of Yan, walked over and grabbed the reins of the carriage himself, and then smiled at the people in the carriage. The demon said, "I have worked hard for a long time. In the morning, Yao Guangxiao also talked to me about a few people. I originally thought it would take two or three days to arrive. I didn't expect to see a few immortals in the evening..."

"Your Highness King Yan is polite. How come we are a few of us, so why are you embarrassed to let Your Highness pull the horse head?" Gui Bugui looked at Zhu Di with a smile and walked out of the carriage. Then he exchanged a few greetings with King Yan. Bai Wuqiu and Xiao Rensan and Zhao Zhenyuan also walked out of the carriage. Only Wu Mian seemed to have nothing happened, holding the "Mingren Zhi" in his hand and flipping through the night.
Chapter completed!