The white jade lion's head, known as "traveling thousands of miles in a day and eight hundred in a night", runs up and gallops like the wind.

The value of this kind of horse on the market has long exceeded 10,000 taels of silver, and it is still rare to find.

Even those princes and nobles, dignitaries and dignitaries, often ask for it but can't get it, and they may not be able to buy it if they have money and power!

Only a prince with a noble status like Qin Ze can have such a priceless horse so easily, and give it away so easily.

This is in the hands of Yi Chen.

Da!

Under the scorching sun, Yi Chen rode the head of a white jade lion and galloped on the official road.

When the horse's hooves stepped on the road, there were shallow marks, and dust splashed like white smoke.

The official road of the Great Qin Dynasty was built wide and flat, with the Yujing City as the center, showing a radial spread outward, extending in all directions.

There are as many as forty-nine major official roads alone. There are hundreds of small official roads that have branched out.

It was as dense as a spider's web, covering the entire territory of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Yi Chen is walking now, on one of the main official roads, sand and gravel paving, thick soil tamping, up to ten meters wide on the left and right, enough to accommodate six or seven carriages, passing side by side at the same time.

Since he left the Jade Capital City, he has ridden the head of a white jade lion and galloped all the way.

For three days, he traveled more than 1,000 miles every day, and after three days, Yi Chen was about to leave Yujing for 4,000 miles.

This is still taking care of the white jade lion's head, which needs to rest, and needs to eat, drink and replenish.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be too lazy to sleep at night, and would have run to Yunyan County in one go.

A precious maxima like a white jade lion's head drinks not water, but fresh soy milk every day.

The food is not the hay of ordinary horses, but the old soybeans that are swollen and kneaded together with fine rice noodles, and the proportion of water must be properly controlled.

You can't put too much, you can't put too little.

If you put too much, the horse will eat a bad stomach. If you put it less, the horse won't eat it.

Very delicate!

This kind of Maxima has to eat half a tael of silver after a meal, and four meals a day, that is, he has to eat two taels of silver, which is more than ordinary people eat in a month.

With this kind of exaggerated expense, in a year, it will cost seven or eight hundred taels of silver to smash into it.

Not to mention ordinary people, even those small landlords can't afford to support them.

Hiss!

In the evening, the sun was setting in the west, and the white horse under Yi Chen's crotch suddenly neighed.

It was hungry and urging him to hurry up and feed.

"Oh, you fellow! Thirty miles further on, there will be a post station in front of you. When you get there, you can eat as much as you want. ”

Yi Chen patted the horse's head and said helplessly.

This white horse seems to have a bit of human nature, and when he heard Yi Chen say this, he suddenly became energetic.

Flying dust and dust, da-da, a sound of horses' hooves, hurried like rain!

The distance of more than 30 miles took about ten minutes.

On the Daguan Road, every 100 miles, a post station will be set up for merchants to rest and settle down.

If it is on a small official road, every two hundred, or even three hundred miles, there will be a post station.

When he arrived at the post station, Yi Chen settled down the white jade lion's head, gave the little maid three taels of silver, and ate a good meal himself.

As the sun sets, the night falls, and the sky gets darker and darker.

This kind of post station is located in the wilderness, surrounded by mountains and forests.

At night, it's quiet, frighteningly silent.

Yi Chen just blew out the lamp and candle, lay down on the bed, and prepared to sleep.

A few bamboo pipes gently pierced the window paper.

A faint puff of smoke spread through the room.

It is colorless and odorless, exuding a slight heat.

A small mouse came out of the hole in the corner, and before he had run a few steps, his body convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

A moment later.

Click!

There was a soft thud.

The door was pushed open, and three figures entered, all wrapped in black clothes and black cloth, revealing only two shining eyes.

"Senior brother, this ecstasy smoke is really powerful! I didn't expect that Yi Chen, who could kill the kendo master, couldn't hold it even for a quarter of an hour. ”

Zen Master Araki stretched out his finger and probed Yi Chen's breath, and immediately smiled.

"That's nature! This kind of ecstasy smoke, a hundred times more expensive than gold, unless it is a peerless master who has entered the Martial Realm, it is impossible for any grandmaster to resist it. ”

"This kid is only eighteen years old this year, even if he defy the sky, it will never be possible to step into the martial arts holy realm. Otherwise, we don't have to live. ”

Zen Master Jiaomu sneered.

"Amitabha, little donor, all this is your fate, it's all a cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, I can't complain about my cruelty!"

The deadwood Zen master clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

The three men in black took off their masks, revealing their bald heads.

The two rows of ring scars on the top of his head are eye-catching, and he is a great monk with a very high seniority.

The three masters of Hanshan Temple, the three monks of dead wood, scorched wood, and barragi!

"Die! Only when you die, can the three of us live! If you want to blame, blame yourself for offending someone who shouldn't be offended!"

The three old monks glanced at each other, and their fierce light was revealed.

Bang!

The three of them shot at the same time, and the palm wind was fierce, like a sea of mountains.

In an instant, sawdust splashed everywhere and broken wood flew sideways.

That bed, under the power of the three of them, was instantly torn apart and collapsed!

"Whew!"

Zen Master Araki let out a long sigh of relief, and a relaxed look appeared on his face.

"Heh, young people are young people after all, and they are still too tender. Zen Master Jiaomu sneered contemptuously.

"Alright, pack up and get ready to go back to the errand!" Zen Master Deadwood urged.

Smack! Smack!

At this moment, in the silence of the night, there was a burst of applause.

With the sound of slow footsteps, it is getting closer and closer.

"Zen Master Deadwood, Zen Master Jiaomu, Zen Master Araki, aren't these the three great monks of Hanshan Temple?

"Murder is a capital crime!"

Well?

In an instant, the three major monks suddenly turned around, but they saw the face that should not be seen - Yi Chen.

As if nothing happened, stand behind them and watch the play quietly.

"What's going on?"

Zen Master Araki lifted the messy bed, but there was another person's body lying inside, it was the second child of the post station.

"Boy, are you kidding us?"

The corners of Zen Master Jiaomu's mouth twitched, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"That's right, I'll fool you. I've had enough, and I'm going to kill you. ”

Before these words fell, Yi Chen made a bold move.

The whole building shook like a hammer on the ground, and the wooden door shook and creaked.

The distance of seven or eight meters, under his step, came in an instant.

Directly with one palm, burst pressure from top to bottom!

This palm, like the sky collapsing, made a roaring sound in the air.

The fierce energy shrouded the three monks at the same time!