Yan Bing quickly returned to the camp, grabbed a messenger at random, and asked, "Do you know anyone who knows Varo language? Call one over, and prepare a carriage!"
"Varo language?? This... I have to ask, the Duke will be waiting for you!" After the messenger finished speaking, he bowed his hands and saluted, then turned around and ran quickly towards the camp where he was.
Li Bing silently watched the order soldiers retreating away, but felt worried alone...
This group of people below are too careless. Looking at it now, there are other people hiding in the city if there is trouble...
It stands to reason that we should find them all and drive them to the new capital, but...since they have escaped this disaster, is it a bit too inhumane to push these people into the fire pit again...after all, there are too many of them
A few of them is not too much, a few of them is not enough...
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That's it! God has a good life! As long as we are sure that the people in the city do not pose a threat to us, let them go...
Thinking of this, Yan Bing smiled bitterly and headed in the direction of the supply camp to find the old man.
"Master! Master——!!" Yan Bing gained wisdom this time and shouted twice. He waited until the old man responded before raising the curtain and entering.
Sure enough, the fifth uncle was also in the tent at the moment... sitting on the pillar next to the old man, drinking tea.
A hint of evil smile gradually appeared on Yan Bing's face, he stepped forward and bowed his hands, and said loudly: "Master! Fifth uncle, my disciple is here to greet you and me."
"Hmm... Qihua, you came here to be my teacher. Could it be that the "Xingtian" sent by Tongyuan has arrived?" The old man leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.
"Xingtian?" Yan Bing was slightly stunned when he was asked, then waved his hands and said: "How can it be so fast? This place is far away from the Western Region. It will take at least three to five days to get there, but... Uncle Fifth Master...
...Have you and my master been walking around a lot recently? You two...stop quarreling??"
As soon as these words came out, Yu Mohan instantly blushed with embarrassment. He opened his mouth, closed it again, opened his mouth again, closed it again, and held it in for a long time. He was stunned and couldn't say a word. Instead, the old man beside him spoke directly.
An eviction order was issued.
"You kid! What's going on between the elders! Can you ask about it?? Isn't it enough for you?? Go, go! Go back to your handsome tent! Come find me again one day when Xingtian arrives!"
"No, Master... Isn't this disciple just curious... You two have a harmonious relationship, and it's not too late for my disciple to be happy." Yan Bing smiled evilly and looked at the fifth uncle, while Mo Han simply said nothing.
, just hugged the tea bowl and turned around without looking at her.
"I think you need to take care of this girl!" The old man's face turned red and he pushed himself to stand up. At this time, Li Bing stopped and quickly stepped forward to help the old man back to the recliner and whispered.
He said: "Master, don't be angry. Disciple, please stop making trouble. Disciple came to you this time for serious business..."
"Business?" The old man glanced at Yan Bing suspiciously and said in a deep voice, "If it's business, tell me quickly. If you ask me about this or that again, don't blame me for throwing you out!"
"It's really business!" Yan Bing said sincerely, and then pointed in the direction of Tashkent and continued: "Master, could you please use your Qi machine to find out if there are still people practicing martial arts in the city? If not, the disciple will be
Feeling at ease."
The old man glanced at Yan Bing, concentrated his breath, and released his energy...
Li Bing learned to be smart this time, and directly restrained his anger and walked a few steps in the opposite direction of the city, trying to stay as far away from the old man as possible.
After a while, the old man gradually regained his strength, pointed at Yan Bing, then at the tent door, then leaned back, closed his eyes and said nothing...
Too lazy to even talk?
Yes, you think I'm in the way, right?
Then why don’t I leave?
Yan Bing bowed his hands to the old man and his fifth uncle, then raised the curtain and walked out to the camp entrance.
As a result, as soon as he reached the gate of the camp, he saw the orderly soldier leading another soldier, driving a carriage over. Yan Bing went up to him and asked, "Do you know Wa Luo language?"
After the two of them bowed, the newly arrived soldier explained: "As for the returning prince, the younger one is from the scout camp and knows a little about the Varro language."
"You know a little bit about it?" Yan Bing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "It's enough to know a little bit about it. Let's catch up with the car! Follow me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Bing immediately used Qing Kung Fu and flew towards the city of Tashkent. In the blink of an eye, he was already waving at them from a hundred steps away.
"Why are you still standing there!? Come on!" The messenger was the first to wake up and directly pushed the scout onto the carriage, then slapped the horse on the butt, and the packhorse immediately ran forward happily.
go……
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"Why hasn't Qihua come back after so long..." Xue Kui looked into the distance and muttered to himself...
"Don't change the subject for me!" Lingyue stepped forward and gave Xue Kui a slap on the head, saying in a cold voice: "You bastard! It's getting more and more outrageous! You can't help it after just a while!??
In broad daylight, in full view of everyone! What do you think!? Don’t you feel ashamed??”
Xue Kui rubbed the back of his head and smiled sarcastically.
"I admit it in broad daylight, but in full view of the public, then you have wronged me..."
"You...! You have the nerve to say that!? You're really good at it!" Lingyue rolled her eyes angrily, but in the end she really didn't know what to say, so she could only stomp away and sulk to herself.
"Let me tell you." Wen Miao had been covering her mouth for a long time. Seeing that Lingyue was really not good at words, she had to get up by herself, walked slowly to Xuekui and explained to her in a low voice: "The reason why Lingyue is
I am so angry because I want you to pay more attention to the situation when you speak and do things in the future. Think about it...if we couldn't find you two just now, and then led these children to find you, but happened to bump into..."
Wen Miao's face turned red with embarrassment in the middle of his words. He couldn't speak anymore and turned to look at Lingyue as if asking for help...
"It's okay, just say it. These kids can't understand what we're saying anyway." Lingyue waved her hand helplessly, not wanting to say more.
Wen Miao frowned, turned his head, looked at Xue Kui and continued: "I bumped into... something like that... If word spreads about it, how will you two see each other in the future... You must know that Qihua is not an ordinary citizen now...
…she is……"
"Okay, I know I was wrong!" Xuekui "raised her hands in surrender" before Wen Miao finished speaking, then tilted her neck, stuck out half of her head, and shouted to Lingyue behind Wen Miao:
"Sister! I was wrong! I will change it in the future!"
"Who is your sister? You called me old!" Lingyue scolded her angrily, then sighed and continued in a gentle tone: "Wen Miao has said everything I want to say, and I also
I won’t say anything else, please be more careful next time!”
"Yes! You all listen to Madam." Xue Kui smiled, and then made a face at Wen Miao. When the three of them laughed out loud one after another, the matter was settled...
