Qin Mo tilted his head and looked at Murong Dongli, with a smile on his face.

"...Senior Murong, could you just calculate that the prince will...so you two came to Yanjing to make some benefits?"

Qin Mo stared at Murong Dongli and said.

"... Although overseas is wide, it is not as good as Chinatown after all. We have lived overseas for a long time and have long been tired of the large and small islands that are as big as barren land... Chinatown is different..."

Murong Dongli took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes with intoxication. He looked at Qin Mo and said.

"The Taoist Sect of Shenzhou occupies the blessed land of Lingshan, and there are treasures everywhere, with countless resources for cultivation..."

"...so these sects are so prosperous. Look, Emei, Qingcheng, Kunlun, etc. in China, are not extremely prosperous."

Murong Dongli was muttering about the Taoist sects in China, and his face showed an envious expression.

"...If we can also get a blessed land of Lingshan...that's simply, that's..."

Taking a deep breath, Murong Dongli said with a yearning expression on his face.

"So... the two seniors..."

Qin Mo stared at Murong Dongli, and he asked tentatively.

"But... if the seniors calculate it wrongly, the King of Yan is still the King of Yan in the end, and nothing has changed. Wouldn't the two seniors waste time in vain with water from bamboo baskets?"

Qin Mo shook his head and said to Murong Dongli and Fu Changchun.

"...Of course, although there are days, if Zhu Di is unwilling to adapt to the days and does nothing, it may be true..."

Murong Dongli sighed softly and said.

"Didn't you say that Zhu Di was taken care of by Ziwei Emperor Star? Could it be that you are talking nonsense?"

Qin Mo glanced at Murong Dongli and said with a smile.

"Hehe! You kid are not stupid, you should be able to understand what I said..."

Murong Dongli said with a blank look at Qin Mo.

"So that's it, boy understand..."

Qin Mo nodded and he said softly.

Then Qin Mo got up and was about to leave the prison, and Murong Dongli and Fu Changchun quickly stood up.

"What? You kid are leaving? Didn't you say you were a prisoner with us? You left after asking a few questions?"

"...Zhu Di threw us into the government prison. When will we let us go? You kid might as well help and let Zhu Di let us go, ah?"

Murong Dongli held a roast lamb leg in the food box in his hand, and he muttered to Qin Mo.

"...Isn't it a small matter for you to go out? You can go out with just one magic trick. You still need the kid's help?"

Qin Mo turned around and looked at Murong Dongli and Fu Changchun, and he smiled.

"You, you kid is simply a bastard who has no loyalty at all!"

Fu Changchun stared at Qin Mo's back and gritted his teeth and cursed.

After a while, Qin Mo walked out of the government jail with a swagger.

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After hearing what the Taoist Murong Dongli and Fu Changchun said, Zhu Di hesitated to go to Yingtian to pay his respects to the emperor of the Great Street.

With the continuous persuasion of monk Daoyan and the two of the old Taoists, Zhu Di was already unable to make up his mind for a moment.

In this way, Zhu Di, who had already set out to go to Yingtian, still stayed in the Yan Palace and did not set off.

Three more days passed in a blink of an eye.

That morning, Qin Mo was visiting Zhang Quan, the weapon refining god who had woken up, and his little friend Lin Bao, at the blacksmith shop in the suburbs.

"...This time, I really have to thank you boy. If you don't have your help, I'm afraid I will really die in the formation of those black-robed men this time."

The old blacksmith Zhang Quan sat on a bamboo chair in the yard. He was holding a cup of hot tea in his hand and was talking to Qin Mo.

"...Senior, I have to thank you. If you didn't want to protect the little leopard from harm, with your cultivation, there should be no problem in rushing out of that formation..."

Qin Mo looked respectful, and he bowed to the old blacksmith and said.

The old blacksmith turned his head and smiled at Qin Mo, but he didn't say anything. He just looked in the direction of the door of the room.

Lin Bao has now woken up on the bed in the room, but his body is still a little weak, so he has not gotten out of bed.

"…Senior, those men in black robes, what are their origins? Do you know?"

Qin Mo glanced at the old blacksmith and asked out loud.

"...These men in black robe have a strange origin. They are not practicing the Taoist laws of the Taoist sect in Shenzhou, nor even the Taoist laws of any sect in Shenzhou, and even the evil sects are not..."

The old blacksmith frowned tightly, and he spoke slowly.

"...You mean, they are not any sect in China?"

Qin Mo stared at the old blacksmith and asked.

"...The method they practice is very strange. It is definitely not the Taoist method of any sect in China. As for whether they are from China or not, I can't judge whether they are from China..."

"... In short, these old guys in black robes are not easy to mess with. If you meet them in the future, it is better to avoid them, so as not to..."

The old blacksmith Zhang Quan looked at Qin Mo and said.

"...Thank you senior, I understand."

Qin Mo quickly nodded to the old blacksmith and said.

Just as Qin Mo was chatting with the old blacksmith Zhang Quan at the blacksmith shop, a group of people rushed into Yanjing City in the south gate of Yanjing City.

A team of guards guarding the city gate wanted to come forward to check these aggressive horse teams and carriages.

However, after a middle-aged man riding on a horse wearing armor showed his waist card and official position, the gate official guarding the gate immediately did not dare to say anything anymore.

A group of soldiers on duty watched the troops sway into Yanjing City.

"...Shunzi, why are you still standing there? Go and notify the guard Liu of the palace and ask him to tell Prince Yan, and then say that Yingtian has come to... "

The city gate official with a fierce look on his face kicked a soldier who was still stunned. He lowered his voice and shouted.

"Yes...go now..."

The soldier named Shunzi nodded quickly, and then he put down the spear in his hand and rushed into Yanjing City.

Yan Prince's Mansion.

Monk Daoyan and the old Taoist Chuchen were playing chess with Zhu Di.

These days, Zhu Di has always been frowning and cannot raise his spirit at all. He always has a sad look on his face.

After all, Zhu Yuanzhang was Zhu Di's father. When his father died, how could he not be sad as a son?

However, due to various reasons, Zhu Di could not go to Yingtian easily, so he naturally lost his mood.

Furthermore, after hearing what the two Taoists said, Zhu Di was very panicked and uneasy. It was precisely because of this that Zhu Di locked the two Taoists Murong Dongli and Fu Changchun into the jail of the government office.

Now, Monk Daoyan and Old Taoist Chuchen have also been constantly dissuading Zhu Di not to go to Yingtian.

Therefore, Zhu Di's mood has been quite complicated these days, and he is even a little irritable and uneasy.

Today, Monk Daoyan and the Old Taoist of the Crown came to the palace again early in the morning.

However, monk Daoyan and the old Taoist, both of them would also observe their expressions. Seeing that Zhu Di was in a bad mood, monk Daoyan did not directly persuade the Prince Yan anymore, but instead proposed to play a few games with Zhu Di.

Just as Zhu Di and Monk Daoyan were playing the second game, a guard of the royal palace hurriedly walked in.

This guard was a personal guard beside King Yan Zhu Di, and he came directly to Zhu Di.

"Prince, Yingtian is here..."

The personal guard leaned over and whispered in Zhu Di's ear.
Chapter completed!