Chapter three hundred and seventy-ninth deceitful and untrustworthy
A motorcade was speeding along the road to the north.
This motorcade was moving very fast, and even though the horses pulling the carriage were constantly spraying blood-stained foam from their mouths and noses, the coachmen in this motorcade didn't care.
Among the carriages in the middle, an official wearing a dark red official uniform lifted the curtains and looked at a solitary peak in front of the official road in silence.
There is a small town called Anning Town halfway up the solitary peak.
This official has been here twice before and this is the third time.
It was a coincidence and due to his official position. Every time he passed by here, earth-shaking events happened in the whole world.
The first time he passed here was in the third year of the Yongming Dynasty in the previous dynasty. The Tang family in Fuyang County rebelled, which was unstoppable. He was ordered by the emperor to come to the north to calm the morale of the army and ask for help. The second time he came here was when Xiao Yan's rebellion was successful.
The founding emperor of the new dynasty came to the north to have secret talks with some generals.
He is passing here for the third time now. The war between the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty is in full swing, and he doesn't know who will win in the end.
The Anning Town area has not been affected by the war at this time, but according to what he knows, this calm will only last for more than ten days at most. After more than ten days, even if the Northern Wei Dynasty does not have any surprise troops, the battle situation between the two sides will not fundamentally change, and there will be no fundamental changes in the front line.
A large number of disabled sergeants will evacuate here.
Anning Town has not changed much from the first two times he came here. There are hundreds of people living in the town. New military horses can be replaced at the inn next to the mountain road down from the town.
Any traveler will have a lot of emotions during the journey, especially when the unchanged scenery and things he has seen during the journey begin to change.
However, the official's emotion did not last long.
Because there was suddenly an extra person on the road in front of this motorcade.
The man had a stern and handsome face and was wearing a plain gauze coat. Facing such a speeding convoy, he stood in the middle of the road like a stone.
The road soon became quiet.
When the convoy stopped, the smoke and dust brought up by the wheels and horses' hooves continued to move forward, but when it reached a few feet in front of the man, it seemed to encounter an invisible wall that could not be penetrated, and then fell and piled up.
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The eyes of everyone in the motorcade fell on this man.
Just such a picture made many people in the convoy sure that this person's cultivation level was far beyond the intermediate level of the Divine Mind Realm.
In the Southern Dynasties, except for newly born spiritual mind practitioners, almost all spiritual mind practitioners were recorded in the books. Practitioners who could cultivate to the spiritual mind state were too rare after all. In the past few decades, one state or county had
There may not be a few of them, so even the practitioners who have cultivated above spiritual thoughts are not strangers to each other.
However, no one in the convoy recognized the practitioner wearing plain gauze clothes.
So this practitioner is probably from the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The official in the carriage wearing a red official robe frowned deeply.
He dislikes strife and fighting.
It is precisely because of this temperament that he can still maintain such an official position after several major turmoils.
"You should have come here for the military talisman, but the military talisman is no longer with us."
He walked out of the carriage directly, looked at the cultivator and said sincerely.
The practitioner in plain gauze bowed slightly and thanked you sincerely, and then said: "I'm not here for the military talisman."
When his voice sounded, the breathing of everyone in the entire convoy became slightly heavier.
The man didn't hide his accent.
He has a strong Northern Wei accent.
"If you don't come here for the military symbols, why do you come here to kill people?" The face of this Southern Dynasty official wearing a red official robe became serious.
If this is the case, although he is likely to die here, he will never show timidity. Even if he doesn't like fighting, he will still fight.
The practitioner, who was wearing plain gauze clothes, did not answer immediately. He just turned his head and looked towards the forest beside the road.
It's still summer in the south, but autumn is already here, and the forest floor is covered with a thick layer of yellow leaves.
As he glanced, a light and sharp force cut off more branches and leaves, falling deep into the forest.
A different force burst out in the forest, and there was a muffled sound.
Countless broken branches and leaves spurted out from the forest like densely packed butterflies.
These branches and leaves obscured the sight of everyone in the convoy, but the noise caused by the impact of the energy allowed people to clearly judge that there was definitely more than one person in this forest, and there was also someone with a spiritual aura among them.
If this practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty came with the purpose of killing them, then who are these practitioners hiding in the forest and what are their intentions?
Could it be to ambush this Northern Wei cultivator?
However, their shock and confusion did not end yet.
Everyone heard a somewhat surprising sound. The sound seemed to come from a very far away place, as if it came from the town of Anning, which was still in the mountains in the distance.
But in the next moment, a man in a yellow shirt dressed as a standard Southern Dynasty scribe appeared on the road further away.
This yellow-robed scribe had a short beard and was holding a bag in his hand. Looking at the contents covered with icing sugar, it looked like a bag of persimmons.
People in Anning Town like to use tea cakes with a strong taste to make a strong tea soup over a high fire, and then use some sweets to wash away the bitter taste of the tea.
The overly sweet snacks are extremely satisfying.
It's just that this year's new persimmons haven't appeared yet. Anyone who can carry a bag of persimmons that looks delicious and delicious is destined to be an extraordinary person.
Looking at the yellow-shirted scribe from a distance and his short beard, the solemnity and fighting spirit in the eyes of the official wearing a crimson official robe in the motorcade disappeared instantly, and everything was filled with an incredible look.
He recognized the scribe in yellow shirt.
This is Han Jingwen, also known as Hengyun Jushi.
The most important thing is that he is one of the few practitioners in the entire Southern Dynasty who has entered the holy realm.
This is a true Yasheng.
The official, who was wearing a crimson official robe, was stunned for a breath, couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "What an honor!"
Practitioners of the realm of spiritual thoughts are already called semi-saints in the human world, and they are dragons among people. Those who practice in the realm of saints are even regarded as sub-sages, and they can only be seen if there is a chance.
At this time, so many powerful practitioners gathered here, even if they really wanted to kill him, he would be really honored.
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The yellow leaves in the forest are fluttering.
Hong Jin and several practitioners wearing ordinary cloth walked out.
He also shook his head when the official in crimson official uniform sighed and said: "Deceitful and untrustworthy, these big figures in the Southern Dynasties are nothing more than this."