On the official road more than 20 miles away from Anyang Mansion, people come and go, and there is an endless flow of business.

"What a personable teenager......."

Someone inadvertently looked up and looked at the white-clothed young man riding on a red horse not far away, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, his facial features were exquisite, his skin was fair and radiant, his eyes were deep and bright above the bridge of his nose, his long eyebrows were slanted into his temples, and his long black hair hung down behind him, moving with the ups and downs of the horses.

The whole person exudes a vigorous vitality that cannot be ignored.

Many other pedestrians also glanced at him, and in some carriages, there were many female relatives who secretly looked at him.

And when his eyes shifted, he hurriedly lowered the car curtain.

"Sure enough, the old Taoist priest who is dying of old age is not as likable as the heroic young man."

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

The young man in white is naturally him.

Long before he realized Dan Jin, he was already able to control the changes in his muscles and bones subtly, let alone now.

Slightly carrying qi and blood, exuding a wisp of vitality, he has completely changed his breath and body shape.

Even if there is any miracle in this world to look at the age of human bones, it can only be seen that he is only in his twenties now, and it is impossible to see that he is nearly 100 years old at this time.

An Qisheng looked back at Anyang Mansion.

In the light of his eyes, the 'qi' of Anyang Mansion was very disordered, and the meaning of soldiers filled the sky, and it was obvious that his disappearance made some people angry.

However, he didn't care about this, and as soon as he sat down the horse, he walked along the official road without hurrying.

From the beginning to the end, he never took the person who Six Doors was tracking to heart.

The excellent appearance made many pedestrians along the way look sideways, and also let the fast horse catch him eliminate suspicion as soon as possible.

"The condensation of the Heart Sutra involves the five internal organs, the entire qi and blood circulation system, even with my degree of control over the human body, it is not something that can be achieved overnight, mainly because my true qi is insufficient.......

However, the process itself has also been beneficial to my physical growth......"

Riding on the horse, An Qisheng still concentrates on numbers, thinking about problems, carrying qi and blood internal forces, condensing qi and veins, visualizing himself, and hurrying at the same time.

After seeing the mud pill, his control over his body was already extremely subtle, and he could even be specific to every pore, and a movement of his mind could make the hairs around his body make different movements.

This kind of mental strength makes him very familiar with everything.

For example, the first time he rode a horse, he was already proficient as if he had grown up on horseback.

After all, his two lives together, how many years have he squatted.

With his current control, he can learn any complex skill as soon as he learns it, and he is not only extremely proficient in equestrian skills, but also able to use his own strength and the body of the horse to slow down the horse's fatigue and enhance its physical strength when it is running and jumping.

Whew~

The red horse galloped, with the vibration of the force, the more he ran, the more hearty he became, and soon surpassed many pedestrians, and between the galloping ups and downs of the horse, Anqisheng's body was extremely stable, as if he was one with the horse.

The speed of the road was fast, and none of the first pedestrians could keep up with him.

And as the farther away from Anyang Mansion, the merchant convoy on the road became less and less, until later, there was no convoy for half a day.

"Huh? So many corpses ......."

At one point, Ankisheng looked up from his horse.

On the official road more than 30 zhang away from him, there were many corpses lying horizontally.

He swept his eyes, it should be a group of bandits, there are about thirty people, and the death is extremely uniform, all of them are open eyebrows, and red and white things are flowing out.

"This is not a sword wound, it is a sword qi that penetrates the skull, and the murderer at least condenses the 'hand scripture', and knows the ....... of sword qi martial arts."

At a glance, a huge amount of information had already restored the scene of the group being killed in his mind.

Even the order of death of those corpses, the time of death, clearly appeared in his mind.

This is the effect of the spirit after seeing the mud pills.

"Ahh So many corpses! ”

"It's miserable!"

"Who killed the man?"

Dozens of feet away, there seemed to be a caravan passing by, and bursts of exclamations reached An Qisheng's ears through the wind.

"It's a high risk to walk the world these days......."

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

The red horse snorted and walked forward.

It was a caravan of considerable size, with dozens of guards alone, many of whom had a calm breath and internal strength.

At this time, the injuries of the corpses were examined.

Seeing An Qisheng coming across the horse, he was a little vigilant.

An Qisheng didn't care, but at a glance, he saw that there were actually a few acquaintances in the caravan.

It was a few months ago, and the guard of the caravan he passed by when he was helped down the mountain by two little ones seemed to be called 'Old Zhou'.

However, the 'old Zhou' naturally didn't know him at this time.

At this glance, the red horse stopped.

"Yintang is black, and there is a faint death ....... between the eyebrows"

An Qisheng's eyes froze.

He has a strong spirit, and he is practicing the Wanyun Wangqi technique every day, although he can't reach the point of spying on the heavens and calculating the fortune of the country, but for some ordinary people, he is naturally extremely accurate.

At this glance, he saw that the 'old Zhou' was only afraid that there would be death.

"Dare to ask you, where are you going?"

With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng asked.

His voice was clear, and it reverberated through the caravan clearly, and all other noises were suppressed at once.

Many of the caravans were people who traveled from south to north, so they naturally knew that this hand must be supported by deep internal force.

I can't help but be more cautious.

"If you go back to the Taoist, we are going to Liangzhou to do business, passing through this place, and seeing that there are many corpses here, so we stopped."

A middle-aged guard who was closest replied with internal strength.

"Liangzhou? Liangzhou is adjacent to Zhongzhou, and here Anyang Mansion is Fengzhou, are you going the wrong way? ”

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange.

Ordinary caravanserais, most of them are also between state capitals, and few of them travel across extreme distances, after all, the farther the road, the more dangerous it is.

The caravan had a backlog of goods, and every city had to stop for trading, and it was already a fast speed to cross a state in five or six months.

And this place is far away from Liangzhou, which is much farther than from Fengzhou.

He doesn't need to rest alone, and it takes more than half a month to raise horses in real temperature, and this caravan is afraid that it will take more than a year.

Such a long period of business is rare in Dafeng.

"Ugh."

The middle-aged guard sighed and arched his hand:

"The Taoist chief doesn't know that there is a plague on the way to Liangzhou along this official road, and we have already arrived in Xiyan Mansion, and we can only turn back when we hear the news......."

"Plague ......"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Whether it is in the previous life, the Xuanxing, or the Jiufu Realm, the plague is a word that makes people smell and change color.

Especially in the Jiufu Realm, the number of people who have died from the plague throughout the ages is only much higher than the number of people who died in the war.

However, with the decline of wars in recent years and the absence of major droughts and disasters, it should not be possible to have a large-scale plague.

He looked in the direction of Qingzhou, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, but he had already performed the Ten Thousand Luck Hope Qi Technique.

I saw that the black gas mixed with blood light in the distance covered the sky and the sun, and there were already many dead people.

But the weather was not a plague.

In the Qi Hope Technique, the plague belongs to the evil, evil, and poison of heaven and earth, and the black qi mixed with blood and light, the death qi is more than the three qi.

Obviously, it was man-made.

"In this world, there are really more animals.......

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly cold.

Just from the bloodshot mixed with the black air, it can be seen that there are no less than 1,000 dead people in Qingzhou at this time.

This made him even less skeptical of the people in this realm.

"This plague is said to have originated in Qingzhou, and many people died not long after the outbreak, although it has not yet reached here, but the road has been blocked.......

The guard smiled wryly.

People with internal strength are extremely susceptible to the plague, and those who have exchanged blood will no longer be infected.

Naturally, he himself was reluctant to turn back and change his way, but he was not afraid of his internal strength, but there were many ordinary people in the caravan.

He could only hurry.

"I take the liberty of asking, which way do you want to go to Liangzhou?"

An Qisheng arched his hand slightly.

During the conversation, he had already swept through everyone, except for the people in a few carriages who could not see it, most of the people present were blackened, and it was obvious that death was not far away.

"This ......."

The caravan guard hesitated slightly.

In his heart, he secretly scolded this little Taoist priest for not knowing what to do, how could the business route be easily leaked?

"Meeting is fate, poor road advises you, it's best to change the route, otherwise I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster......."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, didn't care about his hesitation, swept through everyone, and said calmly:

"That's all the poor Dao said, so I will leave!"

With that, as soon as he sat down on the red horse, he was about to leave.

"What?"

Many people in the caravan were discolored, and many of them had already unsheathed their swords, if it weren't for the internal force of Anqi's exposed hand before, I was afraid that they would have rushed up at this time.

"Dao Chief, wait a minute!"

After only a few steps, a crisp call was heard from among the caravan.

In the middle of a carriage, a little fat maid ran down, waving a handkerchief, jumping and shouting.

"Is there anything else?"

Anchisheng stopped and looked back in surprise.

With his perception, he naturally knew who the people in the carriage were.

This little fat girl, but she gave him several steamed buns.

He also remembered this in his heart.

"My young lady, please come in and talk."

As An Qisheng's eyes were cheap, the little chubby maid's face turned red and was a little shy.

"No!"

"This person is of unknown origin and is full of nonsense, how can he be allowed to see Miss?"

"No, you can't let him get close to Miss!"

The guards near the carriage were all shocked and shouted to stop them.

However, some guards on the periphery, although they were a little hesitant, did not say much.

"Old Zhou, please come here."

After the guards shouted a few words, a crisp female voice came from the carriage.

The old Zhou hesitated for a moment, walked to the carriage and said a few words, before stopping his subordinates with a solemn face.

Qiang smiled and arched his hand:

"Don't blame the Taoist chief, the brothers are also cautious, not intentionally offended."

"In the past, it didn't have to."

An Qisheng glanced at the crowd, looked at the carriage, and said:

"The poor way that can be said has been said, so don't pass it away."

After that, without waiting for everyone to respond, An Qisheng flicked the reins.

With a long neighing of the red horse, it was already gone, and the little fat maid did not stop shouting.

Only the dust was everywhere, and between the whistling of the wind, the lingering aftersound of condensation wafted in:

"Good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts, if you are poor, believe it or not, it's your life!"

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