As deep winter approaches early spring, the world is still cold, and another heavy snowstorm comes suddenly. Overnight, the earth is covered with silver and the mountains and rivers are covered with white.
Huhu~
In the biting cold wind, the wilderness is inaccessible. Even large businessmen and escort agencies often avoid such days and rush on their way.
But on a wilderness outside Nanshan, a group of men in black came riding horses through the snow.
They were dressed in thin black uniforms, and their uniform long swords and bows were stained white with frost, but they seemed not to feel the cold.
His clothes are hunting, but his men and horses are standing tall and motionless, just like his face, as calm as stone.
“It would be unimaginable if we didn’t come out and try it out. In just a few decades, Qingzhou has become so corrupt..."
The swordsman in black who was walking at the front let out a long sigh:
“If the old prince sees it, he will not know how to feel sad...”
The place they were in seemed to be a wilderness. No other colors could be seen under the heavy snow, but judging from the outline of the uneven snowdrifts.
He still recognized that this so-called wasteland had once been a village.
This is an abandoned village.
They have seen countless similar villages along the way.
“It’s not just Qingzhou? There are also many rebellions in Yunzhou and Baizhou. The Liansheng Cult is really crazy!
That old godly woman really deserves to die..."
Another young swordsman said in a deep voice:
“Sooner or later…”
“Just stay.”
The rest of the people all had the same intention in mind, calling out to that person.
Everyone was silent, and then they urged their horses to move, speeding up. Soon, they had passed through the knee-deep snowy wasteland.
Turning around the mountain road, I saw smoke rising from several places, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You guys just wait here, I don't like this."
The black-robed swordsman in front of him gave instructions, gently picked up the horse's back, stirred up the wind and snow, and rode away.
The horse's shoulder height when he sat down was more than nine feet high. He was running like a running fire, and his speed was extremely fast, which was only half the time for a cup of tea.
A village with scattered cooking smoke came into view.
This village is not small, but there is very little smoke, and the smoke is only scattered. The swordsman's eyes dimmed slightly, but he understood in his heart.
Without external intervention, this village will completely disappear in a few years, just like the ruins of the previous village.
What caused it to disappear might be bandits, thieves, refugees, or natural disasters.
The swordsman dismounted, leaving his horse in the snow, and walked towards the village.
Not far away, a gray-white carriage was seen parked outside the village.
An old man with a sallow complexion was walking in the snow while holding a little girl wrapped tightly.
“Little Miss…”
Looking at the delicate, quiet, but pale little girl, the sallow-faced old servant felt a little distressed.
“Grandpa Huang, it’s really depressing in the carriage. Just take a look at Xiuxiu, okay?”
The little girl was wrapped thickly and her face was flushed.
“Okay, why not?”
The old man felt very distressed and couldn't help but help the little girl breathe.
After a long time, when the little girl got tired of playing and returned to the carriage, he lightly glanced at the black-robed swordsman who had been waiting for a long time, looking like a snowman:
“Did Wang Muzhi send you here?”
“Juniors leave on Thursday”
The black-robed swordsman shook off the snow, cupped his fists and bowed:
"Mr. Wang was worried that the old man would be in danger when he came, so he sent us here. The old prince also had his wishes."
“The master is in the village and he is in a bad mood. Please be careful and don’t mention King Long Yuan in the end!”
The old man is tall and thin, wearing a starched white robe.
Seeing Zhou Li, the old man grimaced:
“Yun, Qingzhou and Qingzhou are so rotten, so Baizhou is not much better, right? It’s just the three states of Longyuan and Dao!
Let’s just say Lianshengjiao. These strong bandits who dominate the mountains and dominate the mountains can kill a government official from a small town. Can’t you, Longyuan Palace, do it?!"
“I met Mr. Xu on Thursday.”
Zhu Li bowed long and listened to the old man's words, with a wry smile on his face:
“I am not speaking for the old prince, but you also know that Longyuan Road is close to Liuji Mountain, and there are aliens who threaten the border, and it is extremely difficult for the old prince to escape.
In addition, after the First World War, my energy was not as good as before, and I was only awake for three hours a day. It was really impossible to take care of too much."
Xu Wenji's face softened slightly, but he still said without any pretense: "Where is Wang Muzhi? Is he also dead?"
“Old man, you must have seen this along the way, but the situation is far more serious than what you see. There has been a severe drought at the junction of Baizhou and Qingzhou for more than a year, and hundreds of thousands of hectares of fertile farmland have failed to yield any harvest.
The Heavenly Wolf King's court outside Liuji Mountain seems to have undergone unusual movements due to hunger and cold. Previously, due to the bewitchment of the Lian Sheng Cult, the rebellion spread to dozens of counties at the same time.
It has been half a year since Qingzhou General Wei Zhengxian put down the rebellion..."
Shuili poured out the bitter water.
“That’s it, that’s it.”
Xu Wenji waved his hand and asked him to bring the dry food they brought.
How could he not know this?
It’s difficult in Qingzhou!
The three states of Longyuan and Dao would suffer huge losses every time there was a battle with the Liujishan Mountains at their backs.
Especially in Qingzhou, during the battle decades ago, almost every household was in mourning and everyone was crying.
But what he saw along the way was too shocking.
If everything in the world is like this...
Thursday left in a hurry, but Xu Wenji fell into silence for a long time. An old servant named Huang came over:
“Natural and man-made disasters, bandits and gangs, displaced people, and gentry living together in strange places, I’m afraid something big will happen to Longyuan Road..."
“Although the Ming Dynasty won the battle at Liujishan and was actually defeated, the wounds left by that battle should have been easy to recover from, but…”
Xu Wenji sighed:
“Sickness comes like a mountain falling, and sickness goes away like a thread. Your Majesty is too impatient..."
He has been in the court for a long time, and although he is very concerned about local affairs, he is still thousands of miles away. How can anything he saw with his own eyes be more touching?
"I am old, and you are old too. If you can't control things, just let them go..."
The old servant's face darkened.
"If the world is like this, how can I have the dignity to go underground to meet my Ming lords?"
Xu Wenji shook his head.
Leaving the horse on Thursday, bringing a lot of dry food.
“Leave the dry food and you can go on your own.”
Xu Wenji began to expel people.
"This...Your Majesty Wang wants us to come and serve you. You..."
Zhu Li's face froze.
"Long Yuanwei's reputation is too great. If you come, they may hide themselves."
Xu Wenji’s face was straight:
“It’s better to go look for your treasure armor.”
"this…"
Zhu Li smiled bitterly, but he did not dare to disobey the old man, so he could only say sadly:
“Miss is also in Qingzhou. If you are in trouble, you might as well...”
“Go!”
Xu Wenji took over the dry food.
“Then, my little farewell.”
Zhou Li turned back to his horse, thought of something again, and said, "I'm in a hurry, and I don't have much dry food. Do you want..."
“That’s enough.”
Xu Wenji looked dull:
“There are only eleven households in this village...”
…
…
The days in Qingzhou seem to have become more leisurely.
Yang Yu commutes between Liumenmen and his small courtyard every day.
Liumen is a loose organization. It is not under the direct jurisdiction of the state government, but takes orders from the Liumen headquarters.
Although he also does the work of maintaining public security and stability, his main job is to hunt down criminals and eliminate big criminals and key criminals.
It can even be said that it is a target for many sects and gangs in a state.
Hence, the Six Doors are more loose and have no mandatory duties, but more targeted tasks.
Let’s not talk about catching people quickly, whether they are catching heads with bronze medals or silver medals, there is a quota of tasks that must be completed every year.
Only for tasks other than this, you can obtain achievements in exchange for elixirs, martial arts, and armor.
Yang Yu joined Liumen, so he naturally had missions, but since he had only joined for a few days, he naturally would not go on missions.
So, during the day, he would wander around Qingzhou City, familiarize himself with Qingzhou, look for other ingredients, or return to the small courtyard to practice martial arts.
At night, you take a medicinal bath, swallow iron broad beans, refine your inner breath, and go to the Cauldron of Gluttony to refine ingredients.
It seems to be a lot slower, but in fact, it is not slacking off at all.
At the same time, they are also waiting for the people from Qixuanmen.
It's just that it was beyond his expectation.
After more than ten days in a row, the expected man in gray robe did not come to the door again. Instead, several six-door catchers came to the door.
“I am Qin Hou.”
“I’m at Qin Zhong.”
Two detectives, one on the left and one on the right, stopped Yang Yu who was carrying medicinal materials and wanted to go home.
“Brothers Qin?”
Yang Yu’s eyes narrowed.
Different from the Jin Yiwei, which only recruits well-informed and well-informed men, the Six Gates can be said to be open to all rivers, and not only recruits elite police officers from the Yamen.
It also attracts many masters from martial arts sects.
The Qin brothers are also quite famous in the Qingzhou world. Although they were born in Sanren, they have strong martial arts skills and are especially good at combined attacks.
A few years ago, he was already a bronze medal arrester and won the trust and reliance of the six-door chief arrester "Fang Qidao".
“Brother Yang is really a hero among men. As soon as he enters the Sixth Gate, he will be arrested with a bronze medal. I think that my brother has been through life and death more than ten times before he was promoted to a bronze medal. I am really ashamed.”
Faith is all over his face, and Qin is thick-skinned but not smiling.
“It’s the extreme, it’s the extreme.”
Qin Zhong crossed his arms and kept looking at Yang Yu.
“You two are looking for me, but something happened?”
Yang Prison put down the medicinal materials and asked calmly, but he was also on guard in his heart.
The martial arts of these two men is inferior to that of Sima Yang, but their qi and energy are connected and blend into one, so the threat they pose to him is much greater.
“That’s right, my two brothers interrogated a group of suspects before. It was just an unintentional move, but we didn’t want to hear some interesting things.”
Qin Hou smiled "hehe".
"tell me the story."
Yang Yuanzhi Ruosu.
But in his heart, he understood the purpose of these two people's coming. He probably learned about the fine gold armor from the mouth of Jindaomen.
However, since he dared to hand over these people to Liumen, he naturally had a way to deal with them.
It's just that these two people said it was an unintentional act, but he didn't believe it.
“That thing is very important. Brother Yang, do you mind if we search you?”
Chin Zhong’s voice was lowered.
“Haha~ What a coincidence! I just heard a few days ago that the Rong family in Mulin Prefecture was robbed last year and a pure gold Buddha statue was lost..."
Yang Yu’s eyes were cold:
"I interrogated the prisoners, and they talked nonsense. They actually said that two of them had stolen. I wonder if you two would mind if Yang searched them?"