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Chapter 697 Let's talk about a deal

The morning light gradually emerged outside the window, and the early sun shone on the earth. Guo Yanchuan was trembling all over and was furious.

The same morning light also fell on Youzhou at the same time.

Going north along the Cangjiang River to Youzhou, dozens of villages are deserted and deserted. There are piles of corpses on both sides of the embankment. The strong river wind stirs up not only the overwhelming stench, but also the overwhelming and dense black flies.

With a thousand tilts.

The Yuntian Mountain Official Road in Youzhou is built entirely on the Yuntian Mountains.

On the other side of the official road is a thousand-foot cliff. Below the cliff for twenty miles, there are corpses crashing down from the upper stream.

The opposite bank is hundreds of feet away from here. There is no human habitation in the ancient forest of Mianshan Mountain. Occasionally, you can see the confluence of two rivers. The thundering angry river rushes down into the sky, stirring up thousands of flying waves. The churning river mist carries the smell of corpses and rushes to both banks.

Then we went down the official road of Yuntian Mountain and entered the countryside.

Wild dogs, wild cats, and groups of scavenging birds have become the overlords here.

About thirty miles further north is Youzhou Congxin, the largest city in Youzhou besides Youzhou Prefecture.

The morning light fell down, and the earth got a glimmer of light, shining on the thirty heads hanging from the entrance of the letter post.

The head was placed in a small wooden basket, almost rotting, buzzing with flies.

Zhi Changle put on the mask made by Xia Zhaoyi and ran to inquire. He came back and said that these were the tribes of Emperor Tianding who had been killed by Tian Dayao's Huiren camp.

Huiren Camp is one of the five fierce generals under Tian Dayao, led by Lu Dun.

"People in Tian Dayao seem to like to chop off people's heads." Lao Tong said from the side.

"To the northeast is Weiping Mansion," Zhi Changle pointed in that direction, "It's so miserable, at least half of the people died."

"Where is this land?" Xia Zhaoyi asked, "Are there still people in these Zhuangzi?"

"Yes, in Qingxiang Mountain."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded, looked around, and said, "Looking for a place to stay, let's rest for half a day."

The war in Youzhou was chaotic, so that the post station was overcrowded.

There were too many injured and sick people, and there were many corpses lying on the roadside, waiting for someone to clean them up.

Lao Tong and Zhi Changle searched for a long time, but could not find a decent inn or teahouse.

Every room is really dirty and messy. There are all kinds of smells in the room. Moreover, it is not a single room, so it has to be shared with others.

Two long benches and a narrow door panel can also be regarded as a bed.

Lao Tong and Zhi Changle discussed it and came back and told Xia Zhaoyi to find an empty village nearby. The empty houses they cleaned up on the spot were cleaner than this one.

As a result, although there were no people in the nearby villages, they were full of corpses.

Finally, Lao Tong and Zhi Changle went directly to Qingxiang Mountain.

It's almost time to arrive at Qingxiang Mountain.

The foot of the mountain was heavily guarded, and the militiamen guarding the entrance to the mountain did not allow any of the refugees to approach. When they saw their carriage from a distance, a dozen people came out, holding broadswords, to stop them.

"Hey!" Old Tong screamed strangely and raised the big knife from the side.

Xia Zhaoyi came out to stop him, looked at the militiamen, and said straight to the point: "I'm looking for someone you can talk to, and I'll give it to you."

As soon as she lifted the curtain and appeared, the eyes of the militiamen brightened.

She has delicate and delicate facial features, a fair and clean complexion, as crystal clear as jade, and a pair of clear and bright eyes that are agile and watery, which is quite moving.

Her facial features were clearly delicate and slightly frail, but her temperament was rather cold, so she didn't dare to get too close to her.

"Who are you?" one of the militiamen said.

"The person who negotiates the deal," Xia Zhaoyi said, "to be precise, is also the person who delivers food to you."

Qingxiang Mountain is very large, covering an entire rich mountain forest in the south of Congxin.

There are three villages at the foot of Qingxiang Mountain. The largest village is named after Qingxiang Mountain and is called Qingxiang Village. It is quite large and has two thousand households.

After Song Zhiyi flooded Weiping Mansion, most of the people who fled went south, and many people also fled from several villages in Qingxiang Mountain.

The water will definitely not be able to flood here because the terrain is high, but it is hard to say whether soldiers and horses will come to kill them.

Some people fled, but many others chose to stay because of their friendship with their homeland.

In addition to those who stayed, villagers from some nearby villages also ran this way.

When the population could no longer be tolerated, the elected leaders would not allow anyone to come again, including the villagers who originally lived here.

The militiamen took Xia Zhaoyi's words to the village ancestral hall.

Master Zhan Qi waved his hands as soon as he heard this: "There are all kinds of tricks coming out, no way!"

"You can even say something like sending food," Mo Wuye on the side sneered, "Tell them to get lost!"

The militiaman was different from the past. He hesitated and described the appearance of the person in the future.

A fair and delicate young girl was accompanied by two sturdy men with arms as big as a three-year-old's head.

This description made everyone raise their eyebrows.

"Is it really that beautiful?" Zhan Baye was curious.

“Exceptionally beautiful!”

"Where is the big family of the Bishi family?"

The historian of Qingxiang Village is famous for producing beauties.

The militiaman scratched his head: "I don't know about that, they are all very pretty, but this girl is whiter, whiter than the other girls from the Shi family! She shines like that! She also has a good figure, very tall and straight, and her demeanor shows that she is not from an ordinary family.

, in this regard, the girls from the Shi family are far inferior to her."

"Let her in!" Master Zhan said immediately, "Quick!"

Xia Zhaoyi had already sat back in the carriage, while Zhi Changle and Lao Tong each carried a big knife. Although they were sitting in a sloppy posture and looked indifferent, the two of them were on high alert and could fight at any time.

After waiting for about half an hour, I finally saw the soldier who went to report the news return.

"The generals have cleared you, you can go. They are waiting at the village ancestral hall."

Lao Tong said "Oh" and raised his whip.

"Hey!" The militiaman stretched out his hand to stop him, "Get off the carriage!"

"What do you mean by getting off the carriage? I don't understand and I can't get off!" Old Tong said arrogantly as the carriage drove inside.

"Hey!" the militiamen shouted from behind, but they didn't dare to step forward to stop him. He was really not easy to mess with.

"You're kidding," Zhi Changle muttered, "How about leaving the carriage to them? When they come back, they might eat all the carriage and leave a wheel for us."

There are really many people in the village.

The militiamen ran all the way in and came back with a lot of curiosity. Then they saw the carriage slowly driving towards the village. Everyone followed it with their eyes, and many people followed directly behind.

Lao Tong inquired all the way to the village ancestral hall.

The carriage stopped, and Zhi Changle opened the curtain: "Ali, we're here."

The front door of the ancestral hall is open and there are no high walls. The villagers watching the show all have their eyes on the carriage.

A slender girl wearing a sky-blue flowing gown walked out and landed lightly.

In just a few glances, all that could be seen was the side face and back with a high nose bridge, and the excessively white skin.

Everyone immediately started talking.

"You look so beautiful! What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say that outsiders are not allowed in?"

"Who raised this girl?"

"Master Zhan?"


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