A convoy was galloping on the northern road.

The convoy was moving very fast. Even if the military horses dragging the carriage were constantly spraying with white foam with blood stars in their mouths and noses, the coachman in the convoy didn't care.

In the middle of a carriage, an official wearing a crimson official uniform lifted up the curtains and looked at a lonely peak in front of the official road and remained silent.

A small town is located halfway up the mountain of the lonely peak, called Anning Town.

This official has been here twice before, this is the third time.

It was a coincidence and his official position. Every time he passed by here, earth-shaking events happened in the whole world.

The first time he passed by was in the third year of Yongming of the previous dynasty, when the Tang clans of Fuyang County rebelled and were unstoppable. He was ordered by the emperor to come to the north to pacify the morale of the army and seek help. The second time he came here was when Xiao Yan's mutiny was successful. He was ordered by the founding emperor of the new dynasty to come to the north to discuss secretly with some generals.

The third time he passed here was when the Southern Dynasty and Northern Wei war was in full swing. I wonder who would eventually die.

The Anning Town area was not affected by the war at this time, but as he knew, this peace lasted for more than ten days at most. After more than ten days, even if there were no surprise soldiers in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the situation of the two sides had no fundamental changes, and a large number of disabled soldiers on the front line would retreat here.

Anning Town and he did not change much when they came to the previous two times. There were hundreds of people living in the town. New military horses could be replaced in the inn next to the downhill road of the town.

Any traveler will have a lot of feelings on the journey, especially when the unchanging scenery and things on the journey you have seen before will begin to change.

However, the official's feelings did not last long.

Because there was suddenly another person on the road ahead of the convoy.

The man looked cold and handsome, wearing a plain gauze dress. Facing such a galloping convoy, he was blocking the middle of the road like a stone.

The road quickly became quiet.

When the convoy stopped, the smoke and dust brought by the wheels and horseshoes continued to move forward, but when it reached a few feet in front of the man, it seemed like he was encountered an invisible wall that could not be penetrated, and then it fell down and accumulated into marks.

Everyone's eyes in the convoy fell on this person.

But such a picture made many people in the convoy sure that this person's cultivation is far more than the middle level of the Divine Thought Realm.

In the Southern Dynasties, except for the new practitioners of the divine mind realm, almost all practitioners of the divine mind realm were recorded. After all, there were too few practitioners who could reach the divine mind realm. There may not be many practitioners in a prefecture and county in the past few decades, so even practitioners who have reached the divine mind are not unfamiliar with them.

However, no one in the convoy recognized the practitioner wearing a plain gauze dress on the Tao.

Therefore, this practitioner is likely from the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The official in the carriage, wearing a red official robe, frowned deeply.

He doesn't like disputes and battles.

It is precisely because of this temperament that he can still maintain such an official position after several major turmoils.

"You should have come for the military talisman, but the military talisman is no longer here with us."

He walked out of the carriage and said sincerely as the practitioner.

The practitioner wearing a plain gauze dress bowed slightly, and even thanked him sincerely, then said, "I'm not here for the military talisman."

When his voice rang, everyone's breathing in the entire convoy became slightly heavier.

This man did not hide his accent.

He had a strong Northern Wei accent.

"Is it for the purpose of killing people if I don't come for military talismans?" The Southern Dynasty official wearing a red official robe turned cold.

If this is true, although he is likely to die here, he will never show timidity. He who doesn't like fighting will also fight.

The practitioner wearing a plain gauze dress did not answer immediately, but turned his head and looked at a woodland beside the road.

It’s still summer in the south, and there is already autumn here, and the forest is covered with thick layers of yellow leaves.

As he looked at it, a light and sharp force cut off more branches and leaves and fell into the depths of the forest.

A different force burst out in the forest, with a muffled sound.

Countless broken branches and leaves spew out from the forest like dense butterflies.

These branches and leaves obscured the sight of everyone in the convoy, but the noise generated by the impact of energy can make people clearly judge that there are definitely not only one person in this forest, and there are also divine auras.

If this Northern Wei practitioner came with the purpose of killing them, who are these hidden practitioners in the forest and what purpose are they with?

Could it be to ambush this Northern Wei practitioner?

However, their shock and confusion have not yet ended.

Everyone heard a somewhat surprised voice, which seemed to come from a faraway place, just like it came from Anning Town, which was still on the mountain in the distance.

But in the next moment, a man in yellow dress dressed in a standard Southern Dynasty scholar appeared on the road further away.

The yellow-shirted scholar was wearing short beards and was holding a bag in his hand. Seeing the things in the bag were frosted, it turned out to be like a bag of persimmon cakes.

When people in Anning Town drink tea, they like to use the tea cake with a strong taste to cook very strong tea soup over high heat, and then use some sweets to rinse away the bitter tea flavor. The hot tea soup with a strong tea aroma is accompanied by some snacks that are usually too sweet and greasy, which is particularly refreshing.

However, this year's persimmon cakes have not yet been released. Now people who can carry a bag of persimmon cakes that look good in color, fragrance and taste are destined to be ordinary people.

Looking at the yellow-shirted scholar from afar and his short beard, the solemn and fighting spirit in the eyes of the official wearing a crimson official robe in the convoy disappeared in an instant, full of incredible expressions.

He recognized the yellow-shirted scribe.

This is Han Jingwen, the nickname is Hengyun Jushi.

The most important thing is that he is one of the few practitioners in the Southern Dynasty who entered the holy realm.

This is a true sub-saint.

The official wearing a crimson official robe was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "The honor is so great!"

Practitioners in the realm of divine thoughts have been called semi-saints in the world, and they are the dragons among humans. The true practice of entering the realm of holy is even more respected as sub-saints. Only with the opportunity can one be seen.

At this time, so many powerful practitioners gathered here, even if they really wanted to kill him, he was really honored.

...

The yellow leaves in the forest are dancing non-stop.

Hong Jin and several practitioners dressed in ordinary common clothes walked out of it.
Chapter completed!