Dachunyang Palace

Chapter 82 Concealment
"Senior Sister Ran, Xiao Ruo, hurry up and I'll be out soon."

In the maple forest, the three of them ran quickly.

The dawn in front of him seemed within reach, yet seemed so far away, even so, Ran Xiaomo and An Fengruo kept rushing forward.

Sweat drenched the front of his clothes, his hair was a little disheveled, and the shoes under his feet were also stained with mud.

Both are very tired.

Running day and night almost squeezed the bodies of the two of them dry. Their calves were sore and their arms were unable to swing. They could only move forward step by step. Although the danger had been reduced a lot, it was not safe enough.

You have to bite the bullet and move on.

Ye Jinyan, who was leading the way, looked relaxed.

I just don't know what happened to Brother Zhang Jun after the break.

After beheading that Mingjiao, the few of them never met the Mingjiao team that intercepted them again. They didn't have to continue to circle around the woods, and their speed was naturally much faster.

After running for a day and a night, the surrounding trees became less and less, the road became wider and wider, and the sun above my head became more and more dazzling. I was no longer always blocked by trees like before.

Seeing this scene, the three of them ran more and more vigorously.

The sun suddenly became dazzling, and An Fengruo was so excited that he almost cried.

"Senior sister! I want to go back and eat a lot of bear biscuits!"

After three days,
Pure Yang Palace

Yuxu Palace

Sitting in front of the case, Li Wangsheng looked at the report in front of him solemnly, his long eyebrows furrowed.

Kneeling in front of the table was a young disciple covered in bandages, his lowered face was full of anger and unwillingness.

"Uncle! How could we just let it go?"

The lowered head suddenly lifted up, and the tone was a little irritable.

"I have more than [-] people in the Jin Xu vein, and now only [-] people have come out of that forest. We have already withdrawn from the alliance, but the Ming Sect is so bullying, how can this disciple bear it!"

After finishing speaking, he punched the ground, and the bandaged hand was soaked in blood again, but the disciple ignored it, and his teeth gnashing expression overflowed his face.

Li Wangsheng on the case had a calm expression, staring directly at the disciple in front of him, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

There was only a long sigh.

"Ugh."

He picked up the whisk in his hand and waved it slightly. It was obvious that he wanted to drive out the disciple who suddenly broke into Yuxu Hall.

The disciple gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were almost bloodshot, he felt unwilling for the brothers who died in vain on the battlefield, and was also angry at the decision made by the master, the nails on the ground sank deeply A trace of blood was left on the bluestone floor tiles.

Finally, he looked up and left without saying a word.

Sitting in front of the desk, Li Wangsheng's lowered eyebrows moved slightly, but he finally lost his voice.

Putting down the whisk in his hand, he lightly tapped the chopping board twice.

From the side, a young Taoist priest came out.

"Master."

Li Wangsheng didn't raise his head, put his fingers on his eyebrows, thought about it carefully, and started writing the letter.

While writing, he said: "Qingyou, send this letter to Wanhua's Dongfang Guzhu in a while, and go to the palace tent to get three thousand ingots of gold, and give it to Yinyuanhui, and let them erase this news for us."

The pen in his hand danced as fast as a dragon, but his speaking speed was very slow, and the writing on the paper was powerful, but with a bit of squareness.

"Chunyang and Wanhua have never participated in the battle of Maple Valley."

Li Qingyou was a little confused, not knowing why.

Although Li Wangsheng squinted his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the puzzled look on Li Qingyou's lowered face.

He was seen twirling his long beard and said leisurely: "People in the world are nothing more than fame and fortune. Righteousness is for fame, and benefits are for profit. Since we have not received the benefits from the carving up of Mingjiao, then, please give me a There's always something to be said for a good name."

Li Qingyou seemed to understand something, his head lowered by two points.

"Before the battle of Fenghua Valley, the head of Chunyang persuaded the head of the beggar gang Yin, but Yin Tianci refused to listen and insisted on fighting, but finally failed. The vitality of the Tang sect of the beggar gang was seriously injured, and the two sects of Chunyang and Wanhua helped each other to save lives and heal the wounded. Is this possible?"

A strange and cold voice came from outside the hall, a middle-aged man dressed in silver and covered with a white scarf suddenly appeared in front of the door, holding an iron book that was three feet long and wide in his hand, and a small stick in his right hand. The silver pen, while speaking, recorded.

Li Qingyou seemed to have turned a blind eye to this, and stood there quietly without raising his head.

Li Wangsheng nodded with a smile.

The middle-aged man made no movement, and the silver pen in his hand danced rapidly.

"In that case, we will accept the 3000 taels of gold."

"Farewell."

When they came at the same time, the middle-aged man seemed to have retreated into an invisible curtain, and disappeared in front of the two of them out of thin air.

When the middle-aged man disappeared, Li Qingyou raised his head and asked softly: "Master, is this news really worth 3000 taels? It is not only a show of weakness to the Ming Cult, but also suppressed his own reputation. What's more, although Yinyuanhui has great powers, it may not be able to shut up all the people who participated in this campaign, right?"

Li Wangsheng still stroked his beard, nodded, motioning for him to continue talking.

Li Qingyou thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and said softly: "What's more, the lives of more than a thousand disciples are at stake, so how can we forget it like this."

At this moment, Li Wangsheng raised the corners of his mouth. After all, his apprentice was a young man with the flesh and blood that a young man should have.

This is a good thing.

Slowly put your hands on the desk, and look to the south with your eyes.

"It's worth it. The ability of this Yinyuanhui can't be described by the four words supernatural power."

Li Wangsheng's voice was very soft and leisurely, but what he said was full of murderous intent.

"Let's talk about this enlightenment again"

"Of course, it will be paid in blood."

"This Mingjiao, since you dare to kill our disciples, you must be prepared to destroy them."

Hearing this, Li Qingyou's spirit was shaken, and he bent over to check his head.

"Yes, the disciple talked too much."

Beihai Chamber of Commerce
A middle-aged man is sitting in front of the cabinet and writing down the accounts one by one. The speed is very fast, but the handwriting is not scribbled. Moreover, because there is no abacus in this era, he still has a few counting chips on hand, which he puts out from time to time. Verify numbers.

The chamber of commerce is very deserted, except for the shopkeeper, there are only two young guys busy in it, wiping here and washing there, but it seems quiet.

A tall and strong man suddenly came in from outside the door, and threw the heavy-looking bag on the table.

"Shopkeeper! Please mark it down. This is the money for the meals I will eat at Beihai Tower this month."

The shopkeeper was obviously used to this situation, and while counting the money from his pocket, he asked casually, "Is the food on the third floor or the fourth floor?"

"We are the stingy ones! Sixth floor!"

The shopkeeper's hand froze, and accidentally dropped a string of coins, forming a strange pattern on the ground.

The tall and strong man remained calm, stretched out his left ring finger under the sleeve of his robe, and tapped his right index finger, traces of true energy formed a small pattern, exactly corresponding to the one on the ground.

A young man stopped moving, and walked over while greeting.

"My lord, please go to the inner room and wait for a while. Our shopkeeper is meticulous, so please take care of us."

As he said that, he brought the tall and strong man inside.

Lu Yanhe didn't even lift his eyelids, he was reclined behind the desk, looking bored at the pile of books on the desk, but he didn't want a sudden movement outside.

One stood up and sat up, knocked on the table, motioning for the person outside to come in.

The tall and strong man who just entered the Beihai Chamber of Commerce didn't know how to get around, but went directly into the secret room on the sixth basement floor from the backyard, knelt outside the door, and whispered the information he brought this time.

Lu Yanhe's awkward face was slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared on his face, but it was awkward no matter how you looked at it.

"Lu Danian Building"

(End of this chapter)