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Chapter 4001 Is there any whereabouts?

It's late autumn.

The number of wild geese flying south is getting fewer and fewer every day. Even if there are only two or three, they are isolated from the flock, and their lamentations are more and more sad.

Two sycamore trees stood outside the watchtower of Makinowu Fort, and a gust of autumn wind quietly passed by, leaving mottled leaves on the ground.

Yang Niang stood in front of the window and looked far into the distance. Her eyes were full of withered yellow. She failed to see the thin figure under the tree as she wished, so she simply stopped dressing up, casually tied up her hair and went to find Pang Xingyun as usual.

As a result, as soon as he came downstairs, Pang Xingyun hurried through the coupon door and took the initiative to visit.

Yang Niang's eyes lit up. Pang Xingyun had never revealed himself some time ago. Only when he was asked anxiously, he would hesitate and give a few perfunctory words.

Then today he——

"Has the whereabouts of the deity been made?" Yang Niang took three steps at a time, grabbed Pang Xingyun's shoulders and shook her violently, "Have you found him?"

Hearing the gradually sobbing tone, Pang Xingyun responded quickly: "The ghost lamp did send back a message from Gusu City, but the content is not very clear, so Weizhi dared to ask Miss Yang to inspect it."

"That's it?" Yang Niang ignored the politeness and quickly took a document. After taking a closer look, she frowned deeply, "Prescription? What exactly does Mr. Pang want me to investigate?"

Pang Xingyun thought for a while and explained: "Recently, Gui Deng has detected a large number of unknown properties in Gusu City that are being sold at low prices, and at the same time, they are acquiring a large amount of natural materials and treasures. After analysis, they all point to Zhangtai Road."

"But one of the prescriptions is particularly different and seems to be conveying some kind of secret message. Weizhi suspects that the god may be giving clues."

After Yang Niang listened carefully to the analysis, she forcibly suppressed the throbbing in her heart and looked at the prescription in her hand again.

Forsythia, forsythia, pinellia, mint, uncaria, evergreen.

Amomum villosum, light powder, Duhuo, Dipsacus, Aconitum, Sophora flavescens, Angelicae Sinensis, Cornus officinalis, Rehmannia glutinosa, Chrysanthemum.

These medicinal materials are very common, and ordinary families often have them in reserve. Dogwood, in particular, is often used to season soups.

Therefore, among a large number of precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the sudden appearance of such a prescription naturally quickly attracted the attention of Guideng.

In particular, Duhuo and Xunjian, as well as Angelica sinensis, were purchased secretly. The combination of the names of these three medicinal materials soon made Yang Niang burst into tears.

"Alive——"

"He's still alive-"

Yang Niang clutched the prescription tightly and didn't think about it in any other direction. She was sure that Chen Tian must be conveying the message based on this.

She looked up at Pang Xingyun and said anxiously: "Since the ghost lamp has found out the general direction, why not take action to rescue the god?"

"Miss Yang, don't worry." Pang Xingyun explained with a troubled face, "The other party is very cautious. The prescriptions you see are actually purchased in multiple batches. In order to avoid alerting the snake, the ghost lamp did not follow."

"But as long as there is a general direction, the truth will definitely come out within ten days."

After Pang Xingyun finished speaking, he saw that Yang Niang still frowned, and said with relief: "Since the deity can only transmit information in this way at present, there must be something unspeakable, and the situation is relatively safe. Miss Yang does not need to worry too much."

"How can I not be worried?" Yang Niang's eyes were a little dull and she murmured, "The child sect master of Xianyin Pavilion entrusted the deity to my care, but now it has become like this..."

"Chizhu and Lanlan are extremely remorseful and cry at night and until dawn..."

Pang Xingyun didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only sigh and remain silent for a long time.

The morning sun in late autumn is losing its warmth, and the rays of rays shine through the bare sycamore trees, making them look broken and yellow.

"May I ask Mr. Pangda, when can Gusu City be taken?"

"It's only been around the end of October."

"So long?"

"That's right." Pang Xingyun nodded, "Although the 700,000 Yin's coalition forces were defeated, there are still many stragglers. It will take a lot of hard work to eliminate them."

The Yin family's coalition forces were mostly composed of aristocratic families, and were naturally at odds with Yongtai City. Therefore, even though they knew the situation was overturned, they still struggled to the death, and their resistance became even stronger.

But we must completely capture Gusu City.

We also need to clear out the towering fortresses surrounding it first.

This is undoubtedly a huge test for Yongtai City's less than 100,000 troops. Of course, it can only be done slowly and there is no rush.

Fortunately, Chentian had already made arrangements and took the lead in building docks and deep-water docks on the Makino tidal flat. With this logistical supply station and springboard, the eastward offensive was obviously much smoother than expected.

certainly.

Pang Xingyun explained these complicated military matters to Yang Niang one by one, but he just asked in confusion: "May I ask why Miss Yang suddenly mentioned this matter?"

In fact, Yang Niang also has a military position. After all, she is the second monk in Yongtai City besides Tong Ruoran who can open the Sumeru Ring calmly, and she is quite profound.

She also took this opportunity to serve as a logistics and military supplies worker, traveling between Yongtai City and Makino, transporting supplies full-time.

However, it was the first time that she took the initiative to ask about the movements of the soldiers, which was really surprising.

Yang Niang said seriously: "Does Gui Deng still have spies in Gusu City? I want Da Daren to fake my identity and send me into the city, and then I will look for the whereabouts of the god."

"Uh, this -" Pang Xingyun was dumbfounded.

Gui Deng did have spies and spies in Gusu City, but his identity was well hidden, so he survived the great purge after Yin Jianyuan took over.

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But how can women without professional training protect themselves in dangerous situations?

If something goes wrong, how should I explain it to the deity in the future?

"Miss Yang, Weizhi understands your current mood, but..." Pang Xingyun spread his hands and said frankly, "It is obviously not a wise move to take risks."

Yang Niang's expression was gloomy, and she was slightly blessed: "Master Da Da is right, but I was rash."

Say it.

She turned around and walked up the stairs dejectedly.

Seeing that she had listened to the advice, Pang Xingyun sighed again and told his guards to guard Yang Niang and not act without permission, and then turned and left.

Little did he know that as soon as he left, a cage of messenger bluebirds on the terrace of Wubao suddenly fluttered its wings and flew straight towards Yongtai City, which was thousands of miles away.

Tong Ruoran, the leader of the Xianyin Pavilion, opened the still-dry document, frowned deeply, and finally, after pondering for a long time, he took up the pen and wrote down the instructions:

【feasible】

【Wanwang be careful】

Then Jade Guanyin Fuluo, the master of Liyuan Pavilion, took the order and rushed to Muye Wubao, accompanied by two Quantai judges.

Fuluo's previous tour in Gusu City was a cover for spying on information, and she had more or less access to Gusu City.

At three quarters of midnight.

A new Wangchen Inn suddenly opened on the brightly lit Zhangtai Road. The proprietress, with her bright eyes and white teeth, just stood behind the counter and smiled slightly, and the place was immediately packed with people.

The opera singer on the stage had a melodious singing voice and clever piano skills. She sounded very familiar. Unfortunately, she was wearing a veil, so no one knew the origin of this beauty.

However, although the inn is good, the waiters there are really disappointing. Not only do they look extremely strange, but their abrupt remarks can often scare the guests to the point of standing on their backs.


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