Chicheng Mountain is located in the northwest of the Ganhan River, the mountains are undulating for hundreds of miles, and it is the most steep mountain range in the southern boundary of Zhongzhou. Its main peak is even more walled, the cliff is steep, if ordinary people do not know the path, but even halfway up the mountain.

There is a cave on the mountainside, the waterfall flows the spring, the pine and cypress cover several houses, the scenery is beautiful, just like the fairyland on earth.

At this time, between the mountainside, a white mist shrouded, mixed with the pleasant fragrance of plants and trees, mist, clouds steaming, looking forward is a large nursery, which is planted with all kinds of rare and exotic grasses.

At the edge of the nursery, there is a small turquoise pond with crystal clear bottoms, and around the pond, there are several large and small bamboo houses.

The bamboo door is hidden, and inside, Ding, Ding Dongdong, it seems that someone is tinkering with something in it.

Outside the bamboo house, a simple man in his thirties, holding an axe, was chopping firewood with "hey, hey".

However, he was very inattentive in chopping wood, and while chopping, he always peeked into the bamboo with slightly worried eyes, as if there was some person or thing in it that he was quite concerned about.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise in the bamboo house, and then I saw the billowing smoke slowly pouring out along the bamboo door, choking people's noses.

The middle-aged man chopping wood rolled his eyes, threw down the axe, hurriedly picked up the wooden basin beside him, and ran to the pond.

"Ahh Water! Water! Get water! After a while, I saw a person popping out of the bamboo, he was as short as a winter melon, with crane hair and a childish face, cloth clothes and straw boots, and a big mud jar in his hand.

It's just that the old man's hair is all lit by flames at this moment, and the sun is shining everywhere he passes as if he is holding a big candle head.

"Ge Xuan! Ge Xuan! Fast! Extinguish the fire and save my old man! ”

Before the old man could finish his words, he saw that the middle-aged man had already run back from the pond with a wooden basin.

"Whoa!"

With a wave of his hand, the middle-aged man threw a basin of cold water on the old man's face, instantly extinguishing the flames in his hair.

The old man's heart was relieved, and he sat on the ground panting with long coarse hair.

Throwing down the wooden basin in his hand, the middle-aged man known as Ge Xuan walked quickly to the old man's side, looked at the burnt hair on the top of his head, and kept shaking his head and sighing.

"Immortal Master Zuo, the hair that has just grown out for a few days is bald again"

Zuo Immortal Master was poured like a chicken in the soup, squatting in place, gritting his teeth and shivering, and shook his head when he heard the words: "It's okay, it's okay, it's almost almost my old man can refine the peerless divine weapon, but when it comes to the worst, the firewood is not enough, it's a pity, it's a pity." Ge Xuan glanced at the immortal master helplessly, bowed his head and said: "Zuo immortal master, there is a sentence, the apprentice has been holding back for a long time, and today I really can't hold it back, I don't know if I should say it." "You're squeezing out your fart, as a teacher, can you still let it go?" If you have something to say, just talk about it! Ge Xuan straightened his face: "Zuo Immortal Master, it's not that the apprentice said you, our two masters are two monks, hiding in this mountain to reach the heavens and enlighten the Tao to study the Jiuding Pill Sanyuan Sutra, you said that you don't go into battle to kill the enemy, and you don't care about the Shangqing Sutra, and you are always thinking about what kind of military book artifact, this is good, the divine soldier has not been made out, and your hair is getting less and less."

"!" Before Ge Xuan finished speaking, he saw Immortal Master Zuo interrupt him viciously and said, "You know a fart!" Being a teacher is the body of a half-immortal, and a person with a body of a half-immortal should worry about the country and the people, and take the prosperity of the popularity of heaven as his own responsibility. Ge Xuan looked at Zuo Xian Weng's burnt black curly hair with a weak heart, and muttered, "Half-immortal body, at this level?" ”…,

"Less nonsense! Say, how did you practice the "Fang" technique that was taught to you last time? ”

Ge Xuan's face turned red when he heard this, and he said in a low voice: "On this whole mountain, just the two of us, who am I going to practice with......" "Waste, you can't even understand the Chinese technique of the house, and you still want to build an altar and set up a portal on your own?" You're still honestly learning from your teacher."

Having said this, Immortal Master Zuo casually glanced at the sky in the north, his face was suddenly startled, and he stood up suddenly, ignoring the burnt hair, just muttering to himself.

"Weird, weird! In the land of northern Xinjiang, a few days ago, the guest star of Zhongzhou suddenly appeared, and the star of the Yan Dynasty was dim, why did there suddenly have an extra small star of purple and peaceful in the meantime? Not with the number of days, not with common sense~! Ge Xuan touched his head inexplicably when he heard this, and said puzzledly: "Immortal Master Zuo, what do you mean?" Zuo Immortal Master shook his head, frowned and said: "Zhongzhou will star radiant, domineering, people dare not look up, it is a rare star in a hundred years, it should be in the future, it will inevitably replace Hebei and rise, and dominate the north!" But today, there is an extra purple and peaceful little star arching to defend Hebei, competing with Zhongzhou Jiangxing, which is against the way of the sky, isn't it"

Ge Xuan blinked his eyes: "What is it?" Zuo Xian Weng slapped his thigh: "Isn't there a demon coming to the world!" ”

"Huh? Wickedness? ”

Zuo Xianweng shook his sleeves and swayed towards the bamboo house: "In vain! Quickly pack up your things and go to Hebei with my old man to collect demons! The world is in turmoil, and the luck is fixed, but there are demons coming into the world, interfering with the luck of the sky? As a half-immortal body, my old man must maintain the Heavenly Dao and remove this evil obstacle! For the benefit of the people of the world! "Immortal Master, don't make trouble! Can't we do a good job of cultivating qi and alchemy at home? "No!"

The prisons in Juancheng were divided into outer prisons and prison prisons, and the outer prisons were under the direct jurisdiction of Tingwei, which dealt with and held prisoners who had gone through normal procedures and were indeed guilty.

The prison is an autocratic prison under the jurisdiction of Yuan Shao himself, which is dedicated to holding some characters who are personally ordered by Yuan Shao and are not suitable for publication, or whose crimes are more ambiguous, to put it bluntly, a bit similar to the private trumpets of later generations.

Feng Ji led Yuan Shang into the north gate of Yecheng and rushed to the gate of the prison.

Fortunately, with the gold signboard of Yuan Shangsan's third son as a guarantee, the guards allowed the two to enter to visit, but they still had to leave their swords behind.

As soon as he entered the prison, he smelled a smell of blood and foul smell coming to his face, Yuan Shang twisted his head and tilted his body, but he was almost slid by the damp and dark steps.

Frowning dissatisfied, Yuan Shang covered his nose and said, "It's dirty, smelly and dark, is this a place for people?" ”

Feng Ji snorted and said, "It's a place for people to stay, so you can't let them live." Yuan Shang looked left and right: "Take me to the cell where the frustration is located first!" Feng Ji said a promise when he heard this, and then turned to the left to lead the way for Yuan Shang in front.

Speaking from the heart, Feng Ji didn't want Yuan Shang to save Tian Feng and Frustration, people are jealous, especially in the environment of Hebei Yuan's penchant for jealousy!

Tian Feng and Fu Zhu's talent is too high, so high that Feng Ji, who has always been self-righteous, often sighs in his heart.

Although there are many years of working together in it, officialdom is like a battlefield, and for some people who are not deeply conscious, the personal trend and their own family trend are far higher than the interests of the organization and group. In Feng Ji's heart, his talent and ability are there, although he may not be as good as Tian Fu and the others, but if he is the master, he should be enough to support the master to determine the world fairly!

In Feng Ji's heart, Tian Fu, who is higher in knowledge and talent than himself, is just two stumbling blocks for Yuan and himself, and they are also stinky and hard. …,

I thought that I would be able to take this opportunity to see the two of them in prison, but I ended up killing a Yuan Shang halfway, not only to save the two, but also to let myself lead the way, and I was holding my breath.

This is also the third son, if he is someone else, Feng Ji will not pee on him at all.

"Third son, that's it! Ahead is the prison where the frustrated people are held! ”

Yuan Shang nodded when he heard this, and looked at Feng Ji's fingers, but suddenly heard a voice slowly coming from far and near, and the voice was very clear and audible.

"On the orders of the Lord, before noon, take the first reward! Nian has followed the lord for many years, quite a little merit, and he is very graceful to hold a sword and cut himself! ”

Feng Ji's face was overjoyed when he heard this: "Third son, it's late, it's late!" The Lord's decree has arrived, and there is no way to save it! Let's go back to the banquet! ”

Yuan Shang's eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly made up his mind to be ruthless, gritted his teeth violently, and started a run-up, flying towards the prison where the voice came out.

Feng Ji's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted behind him: "Childe, what are you doing?" ”

Yuan Shang turned a deaf ear and ran into the prison, just as he saw a Yuan army envoy, surrounded by several jailers, take out the sword given by Yuan Shao, raise his hands flat, and hand it to the pale frustrated professor step by step.

"Keep people under the sword!"

When the words fell, he saw Yuan Shang jump up with a run, and hit the man holding the sword in the cheek with a volley.

But listening to a scream of "ah", the sword-wielding messenger raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards like a floating weed, and the broken kite flew backwards with a "bang" and stuck directly on the damp cold wall of the prison.

The messenger spat out two mouthfuls of blood, slid vertically off the wall, and fluttered a few times before moving.

Yuan Shang gently shook his forehead bangs, and said quite proudly: "One hundred meters, ten seconds, fifty-seven, it is estimated that it can rank the world record." Shicai was still depressed, and at this moment he opened his mouth wide in surprise, and looked at Yuan Shang who was stunned as if he had fallen from the sky, and his eyes flashed faintly with tears.

"Third son, ...... you, are you back?" Yuan Shang smiled at him, stepped forward and gently shook the frustrated hand, and said with emotion: "Sir! Yuan Shang was ashamed, humiliated his mission, and did not completely contain Cao's army, resulting in the defeat of the war, and even involved Mr. Suffer here, which is a great crime! ”

He shook his head heavily, choked up and said, "It's okay, it's okay!" All right! It's good to be back! At this time, Feng Ji was also before he ran to prison, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but grow his mouth and was surprised.

"Childe, you're crazy! Actually beat the lord's personal messenger!? Childe, you're in big trouble! ”

Yuan Shang turned his head, looked at the stunned Feng Ji and the stunned jailer a few times, shook his head and said, "Expedient measures, they are all expedient measures!" I don't care so much, you all listen to me, from now on, Mr. Fu Zhu is the guest of honor of this son, and no one is allowed to touch it, and after I have asked my father, I will start anew! In the meantime, if you dare to touch half a mark of him"

Yuan Shang glanced around, and then pointed to the messenger who vomited blood and slipped off the wall: "This is the fate of you~~-!" ”

Hearing this, the jailers were in a cold sweat, and then looked at the remnant sun after the messenger was kicked away, and they all bowed their hands, expressing their positions one after another.

"The villains don't dare, I'll keep in mind the words of the child." Yuan Shang nodded slightly, then ran to the stunned Feng Ji, and tugged at his sleeve with his hand: "Go!" Follow me to save Tian Feng again! ”

Feng Ji's face was pale, and he couldn't believe it: "Childe, it's not enough for you to kick one messenger, do you want to kick another one?" (To be continued.)