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"Ming Shao, after everyone settles down safely, we can have two good drinks, I will organize, you pay for it!" Cheng Yong stood beside Zheng Ming and said with a smile.

"You guy, they all say that you kid is a little silly, I think you are overly sophisticated, you organize, I pay for it, you are really good at calculating, okay, then let's make a decision, you are responsible for contacting these brothers in the future, and we will have a good drink in the future." ”

Zheng Ming pointed at Cheng Yong, and after scolding for a few words, a thought suddenly rose in his heart, he picked up a wooden stick and scratched it on the ground.

What Zheng Ming wrote was an inscription, a few hundred symbols out of more than three thousand inscriptions that he had memorized.

These symbols, Zheng Ming wrote quickly, like flowing water, and it only took half an hour to appear on the ground.

It's just that these things look like ordinary children's graffiti, and there is no difference at all, Zheng Ming threw the wooden stick in his hand on the ground after staring at the inscription for a while.

"Let's go!" Zheng Ming landed on the back of the big black bull and galloped away in the direction of Dingzhou.

For Zheng Ming's ghostly characters, although no one understands the meaning of these inscriptions, Cheng Yong and those people have a heartfelt respect for Zheng Ming, so they all spontaneously bypassed these inscriptions one by one.

And just half an hour after they galloped by, several horses of the divine horses galloped close from a distance.

If Zheng Ming was here, he would definitely recognize the man who was riding on a horse and walking in the south. It was the grandmaster surnamed Zhao who fought with the tiger roar some time ago.

"Looking at the situation here, Zheng Ming and they should rest here. Grandmaster surnamed Zhao glanced around, and said softly to Cen Yuru, who was walking in the middle.

Cen Yuru nodded and said: "This is a fork in the road, west to Dingzhou, east to Yuhua Prefecture, where is Lu Daxia's hometown." It seems that Lu Daxia has gone home. ”

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao and his companion glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of shock in each other's eyes.

Although they had all seen Cen Yuru's intelligence, they were still amazed at her ability to record thousands of people in their hearts.

After all, this is one's hometown. This sentence, although easy to say, actually requires too much attention.

"Miss, are we going to catch up now? If you don't catch up, one more day, and the state will be down. The Grandmaster surnamed Zhao pondered for a moment, and said softly towards Cen Yuru.

Cen Yuru hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, but her eyes fell on the ghost-like text.

These words, like the most powerful magnet in the world, deeply attracted Cen Yuru. She jumped off her horse and studied the inscriptions carefully. For a while, the whole person stayed somewhere.

"How is it possible? How can these inscriptions be gathered together, they ......" As Cen Yuru spoke, drops of sweat continued to fall from her forehead.

Obviously. Those things shocked Cen Yuru.

"Miss Cen, what are these things?" a tall grandmaster-level powerhouse asked curiously.

He asked in a soft voice the first time. Cen Yuru didn't hear it at all, and when he asked loudly for the second time, Cen Yuru reacted and said, "Inscription, this is the inscription." ”

The middle-aged man's face suddenly showed a look of doubt, he didn't know what the inscription was, let alone the wonderful use of the inscription.

"The inscription is very small, according to the records of our Tianji Valley, it is a kind of understanding that some ancient wise people perceived heaven and earth, and obtained from heaven and earth. ”

"This kind of perception is mysterious and mysterious, it is difficult for ordinary people to remember at all, and the inscriptions have fixed lines and textures, the words in this should not be together, but they are ......"

When Cen Yuru said this, she looked at the confused looks of several people around her, sighed and said, "I really didn't want to move, in the Great Jin Dynasty, there was actually a trace of an inscription master." ”

"And this person is not an ordinary person!" Speaking of this, Cen Yuru pointed forward and said, "Let's go, let's go to Nylon Mansion together." ”

The sound of horses' hooves started, and Cen Yuru turned around for the last time in the sound of horses' hooves, and she found that the land around the inscription seemed to have become a little higher than ordinary places.

This point, if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

......

"I have paid attention to it, beyond this mountain, it is Dingzhou, everyone has remembered it for me, after arriving in Dingzhou, one by one I have set some rules!

A stout warrior with a black face said murderously: "I know that some of you are uncomfortable in your hearts, but no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to endure it for me." ”

"This is Dingzhou, not the capital, do you understand?"

With the shouts of this warrior, the Praetorian Guards, who were riding their horses, responded unevenly.

These should be not harmonious, let alone neat, if in normal times, maybe they would be spurred by the leader, but now, the murderous warrior seems to have not heard it.

It's not that he really doesn't care about the discipline of these subordinates, but he himself feels the same grievances, the same grievances, and the same discomfort.

Therefore, in the face of such a situation, what he can do is to pretend to be deaf and dumb and turn a blind eye.

"Third Uncle, the order you gave just now has minimized the morale of the brothers, and besides, he hurt your face!" said a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his words full of anger.

The third uncle was called by the young man, a middle-aged man with a handsome face, he looked at the angry young man, waved his hand and said, "Xun'er, we are not going to war, what do we want morale." ”

"What's more, my face, what is it at this time. ”

"Third uncle, you are the king of Beiyang of our Sikong royal family, the royal brother of the monarch, you represent, but the face of our Sikong royal family!"

When the young man talked about the face of the Sikong royal family, his face became more and more red.

Looking at the young man's angry appearance, a wry smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he said softly: "The face of the royal family, I don't care about losing this time, okay, you don't care about these things." ”

"By the way, take care of your third sister, don't let her suffer any harm, after all, whether she can succeed this time depends on her. ”

A trace of hesitation rose in the young man's eyes, and he said with a low voice in his voice: "Third uncle, third sister is a girl, why do you want her to go to Dingzhou with us?"

"You don't have to worry about this, Xun'er, I'll tell you one thing, and that is to do your own thing. ”

When the middle-aged man said this, he said sternly in his voice: "Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked." ”

The young man wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the middle-aged man, and pointed straight towards the gate: "Now, you let me out!"

"Hey!" Although the young man's heart was full of unwillingness, in the end, he still didn't dare to disobey his third uncle's orders and turned his head away.

However, after he walked out of the dragon carving cart that covered an area of dozens of square meters, the middle-aged man's face, which was still smiling, showed a trace of sadness.

"Silly boy, the situation is different......"

The horse galloped, and Sikong had to train to gallop against the strong wind, galloping out of the road for ten miles, and then he felt a lot more comfortable.

As one of the most outstanding young talents of the Sikong royal family, Sikong Dexun has his own pride, and now, he can't accept it if he is groveling and inferior in front of a subordinate family.

He knew that the reason for such a result was because of a young man named Zheng Ming from that family.

Killed 100,000 wolf riders with a sword, this kind of outstanding achievement that he couldn't imagine at all, was created by this young man.

It is precisely for this reason that the Sikong royal family, as the monarch, is ready to crown Qingquan Bo Zheng Gongxuan as a duke, and he is also the duke of the Yipin family.

However, he felt that even if Zheng Gongxuan was a duke, they were also courtiers of the Great Jin Dynasty, and at least they had to maintain the proper courtier etiquette, rather than groveling to see them by himself and others.

Thinking of the four words groveling, the resentment in his heart was even more.

"Childe, let's go back, the prince of the province asked people to find it, which is very unfavorable to you, Childe. The guard, who had been following him, saw that the horses that had been trained by Sikong had slowed down, and hurried up to meet them.

Sikong Dexun snorted and said, "Let's go, let's go back." ”

Just as Sikong had trained them to come to the camp, they saw an army rushing towards them with great vigour.

"This is the army of Dingzhou, right?" Sikong Dexun glanced at the ordinary-looking army, and said in a cold voice.

His escort glanced at the banner of the army and said softly: "If the subordinates see it well, it should be the army of Dingzhou." ”

"They should have come to greet the prince and you. ”

"Who is it? Immediately stop and be examined. At the moment when the voice of the guard landed, someone in front of him shouted in a deep voice.

Hearing this shout, Sikong Dexun's face changed. Although their team has traveled lightly, their outfits have not changed much.

The emblem of their royal Praetorian Guard has already been played. In the Great Jin Dynasty, there was never an inspection of the Praetorian Guards, which was simply a provocation to the dignity of the imperial family.

"What did they say?" Sikong De reprimanded angrily, and was about to hit his horse forward, but his horse was tightly held by the subordinates who followed him.

"Childe, this kind of thing is not something you can interfere with, you still have to wait and listen to the arrangement of the prince!"

Sikong Dexun's anger was reduced a little at this time, but his hatred burned like wildfire.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )