It was Ning Yan.

Standing next to it was a young man, with his hands behind his back and his head raised, looking at the world in the distance with an arrogant look on his face.

The sunlight shone on his body, seeming to add a halo to it, vaguely revealing a touch of holiness.

"Master Hongchen Ferry is here, and the sky welcomes the gongs and drums!"

When Ning Yan heard this, he was filled with disgust. How could his shouts and shouts become gongs and drums? He was very annoyed by the person next to him. He kept reciting poems all the way, which made no sense.

So he glanced sideways and muttered something.

"What's the matter?"

When Wu Jianwu heard this, his eyes widened with contempt, and he spoke calmly.

"The breeze blows past my ears, and I hear the cries of chickens and ducks. I look closely and see that it's a child!"

Ning Yan glared angrily.

Wu Jianwu is proud.

At this moment, the captain's enthusiastic voice came from the carriage.

"This poem is not bad, it has the aftertaste of the ancient emperor. It is worthy of being the Seven-Blooded Boy and the Great Talent of the Peak who I invited from Sangu. He is known as the strongest successor of the ancient emperor Xuanyou. Here is another poem!"

When Wu Jianwu heard this, he was excited and extremely proud. Ning Yan curled his lips, lowered his head and said nothing, and violently slapped the bridle rope in his hand to vent his anger.

In the carriage, Xu Qing glanced outside. Xu Qing had expected the captain to bring Ning Yan out, but Wu Jianwu also appeared, which made him a little confused.

At this moment, the collar spirit came out and hung on Xu Qing's ear, looking at the captain.

The captain blinked at Ling'er and whispered to Xu Qing.

"Let's coax that fool first. He is of great use in my plan!"

After speaking, the captain announced to the outside world.
Chapter completed!