A gust of cold wind came, and Wang Cunye shook his heart and saw that the originally destroyed valley was covered with a layer of disarray as heavy snow fell.
Wang Cunye stopped for a moment, then found a pit in the snow, continued to dig three feet deep, and buried the man's head and body.
This man is a master of martial arts. Although his position is different, he will die once and there is no need to let him corpse in the wilderness.
The weather was cold and the soil was frozen, and the sharpness of the magic sword was not a problem. After Wang Cunye buried it, he moved to the tiger's corpse.
After the fierce battle just now, the wild beasts dared not come. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. After this fight, Wang Cunye had no intention of looking for the tiger in the spirit. So he dragged the tiger to the road. The footprints left on the road were covered up in the vast snow.
Fucheng Qingyang Road Palace
The snow flakes were beaten all night and the wind blew all night. Dao was standing in front of the hall, watching the snowflakes flying in the sky, pondering without saying a word, even the whiteness on his shoulders was covered with.
A gray-robed old Taoist with a dry face in the hall saw it and stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother, are you considering who this disaster should be?"
After hearing this, Daozheng smiled and said, "This is OK. I'm not thinking about this..."
As he said, his face slightly darkened, and he said, "It's so big that the snow is under the city, and there are houses under the city that have been crushed, and there are snow that can't get out of the door..."
"Oh, it turns out that it's this. It's rare that senior brother still has a sense of compassion." The old Taoist of gray robe was slightly surprised.
"The Taoist is also a human being. We are inseparable from the cold and heat, and we have no worries about food and clothing. We can watch the snow scenes, but the people below must endure the snow cold. I don't know how much they will starve to death and freeze to death!"
The old Taoist of gray robe didn't care and smiled: "Now the city is involved in the transformation of the dragon energy of the branch, who can take care of these things?"
Daozheng heard it and did not reply. At this moment, a "clang" sound suddenly came from a flashing water mirror in the hall.
After hearing this, the two of them looked solemn and turned back into the hall.
I saw a bright red star on the eight-foot water mirror quickly dimming, and then swayed twice and then completely extinguished.
Daozheng silently when he saw this. At this time, the Taoist of Gray Robe saw this scene and sighed: "The Qingyi Pavilion suffered heavy losses a few days ago. At this moment, this person fell again. His luck plummeted. I am afraid that the disaster has come!"
The snow outside was falling heavily, with a rustling sound. When Dao Zheng heard this, he looked at the extinguished stars on the water mirror and pondered for a long time before saying, "The Dao Palace does not interfere with the specific dragon energy changes, and is only responsible for supervising unnecessary killings."
"Where is Wang Cunye?" asked the gray-robed Taoist.
"Don't care about it in secret, everyone depends on life and death, and killing in the open must be stopped." Daozheng said with a sneer.
Speaking of which, Wang Cunye dragged a tiger and took several hours to reach the official road. At this time, the haze was covered with dark clouds, and there were few cars and horses passing by on the official road.
Occasionally, there were a few carriages. Seeing that Wang Cunye was stained with blood and dragging a tiger, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to stop the car. He whipped it over, which made Wang Cunye smile bitterly.
As he was thinking, he decided to buy a carriage in the Taoist temple. In this way, it would be convenient to enter and exit. As he was thinking, a carriage was pulled down steadily.
A middle-aged man with a short figure and dark face, with wrinkles on his face, but he said hello: "Hey, this Taoist priest, has a tiger hit in the deep mountains? It's empty behind, come up quickly!"
He threw the tiger into the car and jumped into the car. He saw the driver exclaiming: "Master, did you beat him? It's so real?"
Wang Cunye paid a tael of silver, and the empty truck turned around and arrived at the bottom of Dayan Temple.
Wang Cunye dragged the tiger up, and all this fell into the eyes of a pilgrim. Seeing the cheers of the Taoist maid and the pilgrimage in Guanzhong, the man quietly retreated and went down into a village house.
"Mo Qian, you will come." As soon as I opened the curtain and entered the house, wind and snow roared into the house. The people inside couldn't help but have a cold war and saw that it was their comrades coming back to greet him.
When Mo Qian heard his colleagues greet him, he did not respond immediately. He closed the door, blocked the wind and snow outside, and looked at the crackling bonfire in the house and thought carefully.
A small bonfire was sitting with a colleague, bringing some warmth to the cold mountain hut.
The king of Dayan Temple, the master of the king of the Great Yan Temple, was disobedient and crazy, and regarded the law as nothing. He killed nearly a hundred officials. Recently, he swept across the Qingyi Pavilion, causing most of his losses. The Marquis of Wei and the Prince were deeply alert.
It is during reconstruction, and as soon as possible, some people in the city were drawn out to monitor the Dayanguan dynamics at all times!
This kind of consequences will be great, which will cause a shortage of surveillance personnel in the city. However, the prince was very determined at that time. At this time, Mo Qian recalled the resolute look of the prince when he was appointed here!
Thinking of this, he said, "I'm back. King Cunye of the Dayan Temple has very good martial arts. Today I saw him dragging a tiger back and killing the tiger alone. I admire him."
Mo Qian said this, showing a hint of sneer, and said, "This kind of crazy traitor can live to this day. God is really eyeless."
"Is it because Mr. Wen went in and didn't meet him? Otherwise, why did this thief come out? Or I contact Mr. Wen to report the new situation and see if we need to cooperate!" This colleague said, about Mr. Wen, the people from the Qingyi Pavilion in Wei Houling cooperated, so this sentence was said.
"You are right. Mr. Wen should have followed in. Why didn't he encounter it? We must contact Mr. Wen and tell him about this situation - you go and prepare Xiaoshanying, I will write a letter." Mo Qian felt it was reasonable when he heard this, so he got up and went to the table, spread a small piece of paper, and wrote it with a very thin brush.
The small mountain eagle itself cannot carry too much. When passing on various books and articles, they use this small font to reduce the unnecessary burden on the small mountain eagle.
"Are you okay?" After a moment, the colleague came over, and there was a small mountain eagle in his hand, whispering.
"Okay, wait a moment and let Mo kill it."
After a while, the ink was dry. Mo Qian carefully rolled a roll of fine paper into a roll, took the small mountain eagle and tied it to his legs.
When he arrived outside the door, he raised his hands and the little mountain eagle flew up and headed far away. The direction was the mountain behind Yunya. Seeing the little mountain eagle go away, Mo Qian retreated back to the room. It was too cold outside.
Mountain behind Yun Cliff· Valley
Many trees broke and fell on the mountain. Although there was heavy snow, you could still see them. There were still traces of them in one of the open spaces. A gust of wind and snow blew, and the hill eagle fell on the ground.
It circled in this open space, looking for Mr. Wen's original huge aura, but after a while, it still gained nothing. It couldn't help but scream.
After walking a few times, I landed on the ground, grabbed a strip of cloth with blood and flew back.
The strong wind blew, with goose feathers and snowflakes. After two incense sticks, the mountain eagle came back at the ventilator of a small house on the mountain and landed on Mo Qian's shoulder.
Mo Qian was shocked and saw that it was Xiaoshan Eagle. He relaxed. After a moment, his expression became solemn. There was an unconcealed panic in his eyes. He lost his innocence and shouted at his companion: "Come out and see!"
The colleague came over with food in the hut and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"
Seeing that Mo Qian didn't say anything, he couldn't help but wonder. He followed Mo Qian's finger to look at the small mountain eagle on the table. He saw the small mountain eagle shaking the snow water on his body, holding a blood-stained coat rag on his claws, and the letter on the claws next to him did not move at all.
With a "boom", a thunder erupted in my mind. Mr. Wen went to the back mountain, but only Wang Cunye returned. They thought they had missed it before. Now it seems that they were probably dead, otherwise they would not have even ignored the words of Qingyi Pavilion. This man also concealed his panic, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him: "Mo Qian, what should I do?"
After a while, Mo Qian struggled out of panic, took a few breaths of heavy breaths, and said, "You are here to guard me, I will report to Marquis Wei immediately. This is a big deal and we can't afford it!"
As he said that, Mo Qian took out the horse under the wind and snow, put on his foot cover, and took out a thick cotton jacket from the house, put it on his body, and drove the horse, disappearing into the wind and snow.
The wind and snow were howling, and Mo Qian's whole body shook, and he couldn't even catch the reins. He could only fit his body and hug the horse and let the horse gallop. However, this was an old horse, and he knew the road to the city.
It was not until the evening that Mo Qian entered the city gate, but the city guard stopped him. Mo Qian opened his eyes wide and said tremblingly: "Qingyi... Pavilion... Pocket."
However, the wind and snow were too strong, and I was traveling against the wind for a long time. If it was frozen for a while, it would be difficult to say it was freezing.
The city guard heard the Qingyi Pavilion and did not dare to neglect it. He quickly took out his waist pocket according to Mo Qian's intention, pulled it open and flipped it, and there was a piece of the exclusive token of the Qingyi Pavilion.
"How much offend." He tied his pockets, put them back on Mo Qian's waist, and shouted to the two guards: "This is the lord of Qingyi Pavilion, you can let it go!"
"Okay!" Hearing that it was Qingyi Pavilion, he did not dare to neglect it, and repeatedly canceled the level and put it in.
The horse was galloping on the street, and Mo Qian forced himself to lift his body, grabbed the reins and headed straight towards the Wei Hou Mansion.
"Mo Qian, the man from the Dayan Temple in Qingyi Pavilion, ask to see the Marquis of Wei. If there is a big news, it will be reported quickly!" When he arrived at the Marquis's door, Mo Qian turned over and rolled down from his horse and said to the guards.
"Wait." Seeing that Mo Qian was running around, not like a lie, the guard did not dare to hesitate and ran to the mansion, and ran out for a moment: "The Marquis told you to go in quickly."
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Chapter completed!