Zhuoma listened carefully and did not interrupt at this time. It seemed that because of Chen Yang's performance, she became more secure. In short, she had special feelings for Chen Yang because she was the first
It was discovered that Chen Yang was the predicted saint.
Zhuojier didn't understand why Chen Yang suddenly asked the emperor. But he still said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty is a little kid, only fifteen or sixteen years old. He ascended the throne at the age of ten and has three months left before he can take charge. Currently, all government affairs are governed by the regent.
The emperor’s elder sister and younger sister were all sent to the evil dragon at the discretion of the regent.”
When Qiao Ning heard this, she smiled bitterly and said, "Why do I feel that this little emperor is so pitiful?"
Chen Yang said: "Who says otherwise? Although you are the emperor, you can't make the decision in anything."
Qiao Ning said: "If the emperor does what our Dakang Emperor does, he will be regarded as an emperor for the ages and his life will be worthy of it."
Chen Yang said: "If our Emperor of Dakang had arrived here, there would have been no need for the Holy Dragon Gate and the Regent. But it is meaningless to say this." Then he looked at Zhuo Gil and said: "Zhuo Gil
Grandpa, I know you are already at your age, and you must have taken things lightly. If you don’t hand over the treasure map, you have hatred towards your tribe, and you think that if you hand over the treasure map, your son and daughter-in-law will be harmed.
Dead becomes worthless."
Drogil fell silent.
Chen Yang said: "However, you still have to consider Dolma after all. Even if you can escape the covetousness of so many people, what if you die? Do you want to pass the treasure map to Dolma? Then Dolma will take it.
With the treasure map, what can she do?"
"So what do you mean?" Zhuojier asked Chen Yang.
Chen Yang said: "What I mean is, let's go together... Um, by the way, what is the name of the emperor's country?"
"Bianjing!" Zhuojier said.
"It's actually Bianjing, why is it Bianjing?" Chen Yang was a little surprised, and he secretly said in his heart: "Bianjing was the capital of the Song Dynasty, but having said that, the people of the Ming Dynasty were in dire straits at that time, while Bianjing in the Song Dynasty was in prosperity.
It’s a symbol. Maybe it was the yearning for a prosperous age by the people at that time.”
"Is there anything wrong with Bianjing?" Zhuojier asked strangely.
Chen Yang said hurriedly: "There is nothing wrong." He continued: "What I mean is, let's go to Bianjing together, and then Grandpa Zhuo, you can present the treasure map to the emperor or the regent. In short.
At that time, you can have a peaceful life for yourself and Zhuoma. Moreover, after you receive the reward, those who covet the treasure map will know that the treasure map has been given to the royal family. They will have no reason to come to you.
It’s trouble.”
Zhuojier's eyes lit up. He said: "This is a good idea." He paused and said: "I didn't dare to think about anything before, I only dared to hide aside. Because I know that even if I want to offer the treasure,
I'll give it to the royal family, but I'm afraid I'll be killed on the way. But now that I have my little brother to escort me, I can rest assured."
Chen Yang laughed and said: "Anyway, Qiao Ning and I are going to a densely populated place to find out information, and the royal family is the most prosperous place. So we can count on it!"
When Qiao Ning heard this, she pulled Chen Yang aside and asked in a low voice: "Are you really going to Bianjing?"
Chen Yang said: "Otherwise? Then where should we go?"
Qiao Ning was stunned, and she couldn't explain why for the moment.
Qiao Ning has been in a state of confusion since she came to this wilderness. She has been used to many things in her life, and she is confident about everything. But everything has changed in the wilderness. She is most proud of her magic power.
, none of the magic weapons can be used.
Qiao Ning felt like a headless fly.
After she came to her senses, she asked Chen Yang: "Can I find a way back to Tianzhou by going to Bianjing?"
Chen Yang said: "I don't know if I can find a way back to Bianjing, but I know you won't be able to find it if you stay here." He paused and then said: "Besides, we must have something when we come here.
The reason is. Maybe the prophecy is right. Only if we kill all the evil dragons, and then our mission is completed, can we have a chance to return to Tianzhou."
Qiao Ning sighed slightly and said, "Forget it, you can figure it out."
Chen Yang nodded.
Zhuojier fully agreed with Chen Yang's opinion. He and Zhuoma prepared dry food and water. Then they decided to hide for a few days to avoid the limelight and wait for Chen Yang's leg to heal before setting off.
Zhuojier and Zhuoma originally thought that it would take at least three months for Chen Yang's legs to heal, but Chen Yang said that five days would be enough.
Zhuojier and Zhuoma couldn't believe it, but when they saw Chen Yang was so sure and thought of Chen Yang's magic, they believed it.
When the group set off, it was already dark.
He rode away, and when he arrived at the cave that Zhuojier mentioned, Zhuojier went out alone to drive the horses away. This time, the horses ran away, but they would never come back.
The cave is not that big, but it can barely accommodate four people.
After making a bed in the cave, Chen Yang ate dry food and then began to sleep. Sleeping is the best way to recover from injuries.
So for these five days, Chen Yang and his party lived like primitive cave dwellers.
Chen Yang's wound recovery was a little slow at first, but once the bones healed after three days, his wound muscles healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Five days later, Chen Yang's wound truly recovered as before. Zhuojier removed the herbs for Chen Yang outside the cave. At this time, it was ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was bright and bright.
Zhuoma and Qiao Ning watched intently. After the bandaged herbs and cloth strips were removed, Chen Yang's legs appeared in front of everyone.
Smooth as jade!
There is not a trace of scar, just like I have never been injured.
Zhuoma and Zhuojier were endlessly surprised. "He is indeed a saint, he is indeed born different!" Zhuojier said in amazement.
Chen Yang said: "I still have some bone fragments in my muscles. I couldn't do anything before, but now I have to squeeze them out. Don't be afraid! This is a normal phenomenon." After he finished speaking, he started to work hard.
Qiao Ning, Zhuoma and Zhuojier saw that Chen Yang's leg muscles began to twitch, as if someone was rubbing his legs hard.
There was a puff, and then six bone fragments were sprayed out.
Blood suddenly splattered!
Dolma was startled, and she quickly tried to bandage Chen Yang. Chen Yang smiled and said, "It's okay." He just took the white cloth strip from Dolma's hand and wiped the wound.
With just one wipe, the blood was gone. The wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Qiao Ning couldn't help but admire Chen Yang. She felt that although her magic power was much higher than Chen Yang's, she was really not as good as Chen Yang in terms of physical cultivation. Although her physical body was perfect in cultivation, she had to mobilize her energy and blood in such a subtle way as Chen Yang.
She simply couldn't do it and couldn't even imagine pressing any muscles on her body.
"Tidy up, let's go." Chen Yang put down his trousers, then smiled and said.
He has nothing left to do.
At this time, Chen Yang had returned to the heyday of martial arts.
Qiao Ning also breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, she also felt much safer. She even found it funny. She didn't expect that she would be so fragile one day, and she would rely on Chen Yang to protect her.
The morning on the grassland is really the most beautiful time of the day, full of hope, morning breeze, sunshine, etc.
It's so beautiful here that you want to sing loudly.
Chen Yang really screamed a few times. Qiao Ning was very depressed. She said, "Why do I feel that when you get here, you are not depressed at all, but a bit like a bird that has been released?"
Chen Yang laughed and said: "Qiao Ning, don't you know? What I am most proud of in my life is my kung fu. But then you people all acted like gangsters and used magic, and my brother was chasing after me like this.
It's hard work, but I still can't beat you. It's just like in our world, I am obviously a liberal arts student and am excellent in liberal arts, but you drag me to do some math competitions every day. That is not my strong point at all."
Qiao Ning said: "Okay, okay, come on, I know you are powerful. I just want to see if you can really walk around in this world. Anyway, I rely on you to protect me now."
Chen Yang smiled and said: "Don't worry, follow me, I will make you eat well and drink spicy food."
"You should first think about how we will leave the prairie. We can't walk out, right?" Qiao Ning said.
Chen Yang said: "This is easy." He looked at Zhuo Gil and said: "Grandpa Zhuo, let's go to your tribe and borrow some horses?"
Zhuojier was startled for a moment, and then said: "This... okay!" He was a little scared at first, but then he thought of Chen Yang's ability, so he gritted his teeth and said yes.
Everyone went back to the yurt first, and as expected, the yurt had been burned down and nothing was left.
And many sheep were killed.
I don’t know where the living sheep went.
Although Zhuojier and Zhuoma were mentally prepared, they were still a little angry and sad when they saw this situation.
There are still three hundred miles away from Zhuojier's tribe.
Chen Yang and Qiao Ning felt that walking like this was too slow. Finally, the two of them discussed it and decided that Qiao Ning would carry Zhuoma and Chen Yang would carry Zhuojier.
Zhuojier and Zhuoma were shocked after hearing this and asked how this could work.
But Chen Yang and Qiao Ning insisted. After that, Chen Yang carried Zhuojier on his back, spread out his footwork, and ran out quickly. Moreover, he maintained his balance very well, which gave Zhuojier a good riding experience.
The same goes for Qiao Ning!
The three-hundred-mile journey was reached the next morning under Chen Yang Qiao Ning's hasty march. This speed was not too fast, but mainly because it was too fast, and Zhuojier and Zhuoma couldn't bear it.
The morning sun rises from the east.
Densely packed yurts appeared in front of them, with flocks of sheep on the right and cattle and horses on the other side.
The characteristics of the nomadic people are clearly reflected.
"That's the patriarch's tent over there." Zhuojier pointed to the yurt in the middle, which was particularly spacious and luxurious.
