Shang Xun quickly rushed to the next stronghold, and there was no doubt that he was also extinguished. The fire was burning fiercely. I think the man had just left not long ago.
But, who has such a big hatred against the God-killing Hall?
Shang Xun was not very curious about this matter, but he had to know the reason why he failed.
According to the information, Gu Yuqi came to the last stronghold, but he did not take action immediately.
In this city, he felt a powerful aura. This person was at least in Yuanying cultivation level.
He would not act rashly before he could determine whether this person was a senior member of the God-killing Hall.
However, before waiting for too long, Gu Yuqi locked the position of his aura on the opposite side of the stronghold, and the man did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts.
Once up and down, the two parties' eyes suddenly looked at each other, and after a few breaths, they looked back at the same time, which was thoughtful.
Shang Xun raised his eyebrows: From the Sword Sect?
Gu Yuqi: The young master of the Mocha Sect.
Shang Xun didn't think that everyone in the Sword Sect hated evil and wanted to punish the evil and promote the good if they caught the disciples of the God-killing Hall, so the matter of Gu Yuqi's massacre of the stronghold was just a matter of personal enmity.
I saw Shang Xun here, but he didn't do what he wanted except for what happened to his disciple Tong Yan.
The two people had the same goal, but they never spoke to each other from beginning to end.
The people upstairs were surrounded by chains and were ready to go, but they received a message on the way, and their sharp momentum suddenly slowed down.
I don’t know what the person who transmitted the message said, but the person who listened to the message softened his face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Gu Yuqi glanced above, walked towards the stronghold with an expressionless face, and started a new round of massacre.
He cut the roof of the building in half with a casual sword, shocking the people who were talking upstairs and flew out in a hurry.
The three of them are all foundation-building monks, and one of them is holding a portrait of a woman in his hand, as if they are discussing something.
Even though the portrait was half-folded, Gu Yuqi was still sure that the person in the portrait was Tong Yan just by looking at the clothes and hairstyle.
It's self-evident what they were discussing just now.
Gu Yuqi's cold eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the sword in his hand swept away.
He didn't need to understand why they wanted to kill her. He and the God-killing Hall were fighting to the death, so the trouble would be solved.
In just one call, Shang Xun discovered that Gu Yuqi had almost picked out the entire stronghold by himself.
With nothing to do, Shang Xun gave the stronghold a whip, leaving a deep whip mark on the shabby ground of the stronghold, then turned around and left to find his apprentice.
Gu Yuqi put away his sword, glanced at the direction Shang Xun left, and then headed in the other direction with his sword.
In Hecheng, Tong Yan was still on the roof of the store. She had been back for quite some time, but only when she came back did she realize that Shang Xun had no idea where he had gone.
In vain, she was worried that the master would be bored if he was alone. In fact, he was busy and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
While she was in a daze, a familiar scent gradually approached and then sat down next to her.
"What are you looking at?" Shang Xun asked.
"It's boring, watching them buy groceries." Tong Yan said, holding her chin and looking at the people below.
"What's so interesting about this?" Shang Xun glanced at it and found it boring.
But if she doesn't look at this and doesn't know medical skills, she can't do anything else here.
Tong Yan sighed, turned around and asked, "Master, how is A-Zhan? Have you paid homage to the master?"
"With a great teacher here, how difficult can things be? He had already worshiped the main peak a few months ago..."
"Main Peak! Master's disciple!?"
Shang Xun glanced over expressionlessly, "Do you think it's possible?"
Tong Yan shook his head, "Impossible."
"A disciple of Xu Zhen, the main peak golden elixir monk."
Xu Zhen's status in the main peak is similar to that of Luo Huafeng's senior brother Luo Dong. In addition to taking care of some things, he is always waiting to obey the orders of the sect leader.
In fact, there are many real stewards like Zhufeng, but their status in the sect is only slightly lower than that of the elders, and everyone must be courteous.
So it is already very good for He Zhan to have one of them as his teacher.
"Thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry for thanking you, master!" Tong Yan said, a little exaggeratedly, and gave Shang Xun a fist in the air.
Shang Xun gently patted her hands away and let out a light chuckle.
"Are you going to stay here forever? That's not how experience works."
"No." Tong Yan sat upright and looked at the people coming and going below, "When this place is basically on track, I should change places."
"Got an idea?"
"Today I saw the supporting troops coming. I believe everything will get better after they arrive. It will not be too late for me to leave then."
Shang Xun seemed to sigh softly, "You do have a heart to help people in need."
However, even if you are a monk, you are still struggling within the rules of heaven. Even if you have the intention, you can really change nothing.
With a puff, Tong Yan said in a funny voice, "Master, I don't think your words are a compliment, it seems like you are mocking me for being nosy."
Shang Xun said "Oh" very coldly, "I thought you couldn't hear it."
Tong Yan choked and raised his hand to cover his mouth, thinking it was better to stop talking.
When the master has a venomous tongue, it is not something that ordinary people can bear.
Shang Xun didn't say when he would leave, and Tong Yan didn't bother to ask. As the sun rose and set, the medical team that went to Beijing to support finally arrived in early winter.
The imperial doctors who came to Beijing actively devoted themselves to the front line, while the distribution of supplies in the rear was all transferred from the local prefect to the hands of officials who came to Beijing in just a few days.
The government officials in charge of each checkpoint have all been replaced by soldiers, and vehicles transporting supplies can come in as long as there are no problems after inspection.
Since then, carriages have been used to deliver things from various places, and Tong Yan's existence as a driver has become much less important.
One night after winter began, Holland City finally received its first snowfall of the year.
On the way back to the inn from the medical clinic, there is a large lake that is said to be full of lotus flowers in summer. There are many pavilions built around the lake.
Things were basically over for today, and Tong Yan pulled Shang Xun back step by step along the lake.
The cold wind in winter is biting, but after becoming a monk, Tong Yan cannot sense such ordinary climate changes unless he deliberately and with spiritual protection.
So the cold wind blew by the lake, and she didn't feel cold even though she was wearing neither thick nor thin clothes.
Shang Xun followed him, turning a blind eye to the uniquely desolate scenery in winter. He didn't understand that Tong Yan had to walk back slowly even though he could use magic to return to the inn instantly.
Beautifully called its name, walking.
A gust of cold wind blew by, ruffling the broken hair on Tong Yan's forehead. She raised her hand to straighten it, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of her hand and on her forehead.
She was slightly startled, then put down her hand and looked, only to see unmelted snowflakes on the back of her hand.
"Is it snowing?"
Shang Xun was also slightly startled when he saw the snowflakes falling on the top of her hair, and then looked up into the night sky.
The heavy snow is coming quietly.
More and more snowflakes fell on them. Tong Yan raised his face to face the snowflakes and stretched out his right hand to catch them.
Snowflakes fell on the palms of my hands, feeling cold and cold.
"Master, it's snowing heavily, did you see it?"
There was an excitement in her voice, as if she had rarely seen snow.
"Yeah." Shang Xun looked at her curved eyebrows and responded lightly, "I see it."
There were innocent snowflakes falling on her slightly open lips, which were reddish and white, making her look a little more alluring for no reason at night.