"Yang Gou is Chen Zhou's backbone. If he dies, Chen Zhou's army will have no backbone. What a great opportunity!"

Zhang Zhuo said calmly: "The army has been assembled and we are waiting for their good news."

Amid the cheers, someone asked inexplicably: "Khan, if Yang Gou is stabbed to death, Chenzhou's army will probably mobilize in full force. If the three masters and disciples are surrounded and suppressed by the army, they may not be able to escape death."

Everyone slowly looked at Zhang Zhuo.

"If An refuses to serve me, then he is an outsider." Zhang Zhuo's fair face had a hint of coldness.

"Outsiders, the more deaths, the better!"

…

A few days later, a caravan 'picked up' the three masters and apprentices.

"Where are you going?"

"Lin'an!" Fang Jue said.

The businessman smiled and said: "It's a little off."

"Ah!" Chen Hua scratched his head, "Master, I remembered it wrong."

"It's okay, let's not be in a hurry."

Ru'an said with a smile.

When he saw Lin'an City, Chen Hua opened his mouth, "It seems different."

Outside the city gate, a line of motorcades were queuing up for inspection and entering the city, and the businessmen gathered together to talk and laugh.

At the top of the city, the sergeants stared down with vigilance.

"Is this Lin'an?" Fang Jue was a little surprised, "When I went to Tanzhou, I thought it was the most prosperous place, but it was far worse than Lin'an."

As soon as they entered the city, the three masters and apprentices became country bumpkins.

"Oh my God! So many shops and so many people!"

Chen Hua looked at it intently.

All the rules about not being distracted were completely thrown away.

"Calm down!" Ru'an just looked at it for a few times and then withdrew his attention.

"It just passed by." Chen Hua whispered.

Immediately, everything that his eyes saw disappeared into sight, but passed by in a flash, leaving no trace.

"Hey! Let's watch the sideshow!"

It was very lively across from Zhou House, with a group of people gathered around to watch the sideshow.

"How interesting!" Chen Hua also looked at it for a while.

Looking back, he found his master and senior brother looking at him with smiles.

"Just take a look."

He said sheepishly.

"When I picked you up that year, you held on to my sword and gnawed on it while holding it, drooling all over the scabbard."

"No way!"

"Why not?"

The three masters and apprentices walked forward with smiles.

Everyone wears a long sword at their waist.

Nowadays, people basically carry long knives when traveling.

The long sword is not conducive to fighting, and it is difficult to learn, so those who can use the long sword basically have their origins.

A man followed the three masters and apprentices from a distance, and not long after, another man followed.

The three masters and apprentices walked together.

"Master, how to find that person?"

"Just keep guarding the state house."

"But it will be discovered."

"Yes." Ru'an scratched his head, "Ask where he is."

"Your Majesty!"

There was a burst of cheers from the front.

Yang Xuan was surrounded by more than ten riders and headed to the right.

"That's Yang Xuan?" Chen Hua glanced at him and said, "So young."

"Yes!" Fang Jue said, "Master, when will we do it?"

Ru'an thought about it seriously and said, "How about we do it today! If we go back earlier, I will be worried that the vegetables will be dried to death."

"That's right!" Fang Jue nodded.

"Master, why not wait a few days?" Chen Hua advised.

"You just can't bear the excitement!" Ru'an said with a straight face, "It's an important matter. Once it's done, we have the money and food to open the mountain gate. From now on, a group of people on the mountain will be lively!"

Haha too!

Chen Hua smiled and said: "Then let's do it!"

Ahead, Yang Xuan turned left.

"That place is not small!" Fang Jue said, "There is also a balcony, tsk tsk! Could this be his other business? It's so luxurious!"

"I also heard the sound of running water. There are not only balconies here, but also small bridges and flowing water. It's such a quiet place amidst the chaos!"

The three masters and apprentices followed all the way around to the front.

The gate is very new, and there is a plaque on it, but it is covered with cloth.

"He's in!"

Chen Hua saw Yang Xuan's back.

"I've seen the envoy!"

Ning Yayun brought a group of professors to meet the new boss of metaphysics.

"It looks good!"

Yang Xuan praised.

"Do this, second in metaphysics, no one in the world dares to say first." An Ziyu said confidently.

This group of people had nothing to do all day long, other than practicing, they just talked. Having a good environment to talk would make them happy, so they have been thinking about this matter for hundreds of years.

Ordinary garden experts have been thinking about it for decades, which is incomparable to sects like this who have been thinking about it for hundreds or even thousands of years.

"At the beginning, the palace also wanted to ask Xuanmen to help plan the layout, but the headmaster liked to drink. After drinking, he drew casually, and it turned out that there was an open space in the middle. When I asked, he said that this place is good for drinking and barbecue.

If the emperor has nothing to do, he will sit there with his concubines and roast a whole lamb."

The emperor was probably going to be furious.

Yang Xuan smiled.

Ning Yayun pointed to a hall in front and said: "This is the Martyrs' Shrine that the envoy mentioned. It has just been completed, but the memorial tablet still needs to be written by the envoy."

"Why?"

"The memorial tablet summons souls and can absorb the souls. The envoy led the soldiers to fight. Now, the envoy's words can attract those souls."

Ning Yayun added: "It's like..."

Yang Xuan said: "Under the Nine Netherworld, we will recruit the old troops, and three thousand ghost heroes will sweep away Yama!"

"What a spirit!" Ning Yayun looked at Yang Xuan in surprise.

This envoy casually wrote majestic poems. This kind of courage is not something that a governor can have.

Grandmaster!

After ninety-nine, I returned to Tang Dynasty. These words made me feel unhappy, so I followed him to Northern Xinjiang.

But why do I feel a little uneasy now?

An Ziyu said: "The words of the envoy are written on the tablet, just like a big flag. The incense is like the wind, and the wind blows the big flag, and the souls gather one after another as if they have heard the military order."

Yang Xuan nodded and agreed with this statement.

"Look back..."

The conversation has just begun.

"who?"
To be continued...