"Are you sure?" A moment later, a middle-aged man's voice came from the talisman.

The man dressed as a tea stall vendor responded in a very affirmative tone: "Sure, he can't be wrong!"

"Got it, there's nothing to do with you over there, find a chance, come back. In the talisman, the middle-aged man's voice came, mixed with some other voices, and obviously, after receiving this affirmative response, the middle-aged man had already started the arrangement at the same time.

The man dressed as a tea stall vendor answered, put away the talisman again, grabbed the sweat towel hanging around his neck, pretended to wipe his face, glanced around, and found that no one noticed what he had just done, the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled without a trace, and turned around and walked towards a carriage behind the tea stall.

This carriage is obviously the kind of big box carriage used by ordinary traders and pawns to pull goods, and it is very simple, but the carriage is twice as large as the carriage of the high-ranking officials and nobles in the Beijing Division.

The man walked up to the carriage, pushed open the tattered door, and got straight into the carriage.

In the carriage, there is a person lying down at the moment, and by the sunlight that penetrates through the gap in the carriage, you can vaguely see the appearance of this unconscious person-

This person looks exactly the same as this man, except for a slight difference in the figures of the two, it can be said that it is carved out of a mold.

The man entered the carriage, quickly shook off the sweat towel hanging around his neck, took off his clothes, and at the same time put the Naling ring hidden in his arms back on his hand, took out a set of cyan robes from it, and put it on his body casually.

This robe, at first glance, is the style of a monk outside the square, and there are faint fluctuations of aura emitting from it, which shows that the grade is definitely not low.

Just as he was wearing this robe, the man's entire face, including his figure, had already begun to change.

His height began to grow taller, but his figure changed from slightly bloated to slender.

And his face began to become younger, from the original thirty or forty-year-old farmer's appearance, gradually changed to the little white face of the son of the family, especially his black hair, which not only began to grow at this time, but also changed from black to brown completely.

It's just a short time for tea, and he, who was supposed to be a tea stall vendor, has become unrecognizable.

At this moment, although he is tall, his body is more slender, and his little white face is even more handsome. Especially with his long brown hair that just covers his ears, he exudes a gentle and restrained temperament.

If Meng Siao was also in this carriage at the moment, he would definitely recognize the identity of this person-

That's right, this young man who has restored his original appearance is the first to find his "Duan family cousin" - Duan Yu before Duan Hong that day.

Duan Yu had already cleaned up at this time, looked at the man who was still lying down and unconscious in the carriage, smiled slightly, stretched out a finger directly, and gently pointed at his eyebrows.

Suddenly, a groan came out of the man's mouth, his brows furrowed, and his head shook, as if he wanted to open his eyes.

As soon as Duan Yu pointed out, he no longer paid attention to this man, his hands quickly formed a handprint, and his figure was directly like mist, dissipating in the carriage like this, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"......" The man slowly opened his eyes at this time, held his head with both hands and shook it vigorously twice, finally sobered up a little, found that he was actually in the carriage, and suddenly got up, pushed open the two tattered car doors, looked outside, and saw that the tea stall was still there, and his heart suddenly relaxed, so he muttered, put on the short coat, grabbed the sweat towel, threw it around his neck, jumped out of the carriage, and muttered inexplicably while walking towards the tea stall, " What's going on, it's so decent, how did you sleep in the carriage...... I remember, it seems that somebody gave me a piece of silver, and asked me to do me a favor? What about people? By the way, what about silver? Hmm...... It's good that the money is still there...... But this thing is really strange, it can't be an evil one...... Whatever, it's good if the money is real anyway......"

The peddler took out the ingot of silver, bit it carefully, and after making sure that it was genuine, he immediately ignored the fact that he had slept in the carriage, and when he saw someone enter the tea stall, he immediately grinned and greeted, grabbed a sweat towel, dusted the man off the stool, and began to greet him.

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This time, all the gentlemen did not directly ride their respective demon beast mounts, but took a northern dragon horse from home and hit the road. Even He Song and the fat man, who were shouting the happiest before, were the same.

Although the foot strength of the demon beast is far better than that of the dragon horse of the Northern Frontier that travels thousands of miles a day, it is too conspicuous to ride the demon beast directly on the official road to swagger through the market.

In fact, whether it is Liu Xiaobie, Zhuge Fei, Sima Mad and others, they are still low-key in their actions and words outside the one-third of the Beijing Division.

Meng Siao rode on his northern dragon horse at this time, and let the BMW spread its hooves and gallop all the way on the official road. To be honest, the feeling of riding a horse is completely incomparable to riding a four-winged flying tiger, and the comfort is several notches weaker in the first place.

However, he was not in a hurry.

Since he became Meng Wushao, he only went out of Beijing once with the mighty team when he was hunting in Yanshan, and he still went to Yanshan, where only the Wuwei elite camp was stationed. At this time, it is just time to take advantage of the kung fu of riding horses and roads to appreciate the various customs and customs of the Dali Dynasty.

From Jingshi, all the way west to Pingxi, according to the straight-line distance on the map, there is almost a distance of nearly 10,000 miles, and the actual distance must be only a lot more. According to the foot strength of the dragon horse in Northern Xinjiang, even if it is day and night, it will take almost seven or eight days of effort, so the registration deadline given by the academy is the sixth day of the first month of June, and the buffer time on the road is about three days.

At the twilight of this day, Meng Siao rested in a small town more than 700 miles away.

The town is not big, but it has all kinds of organs, inns, restaurants, and even casinos and Fengyue venues.

After a night of silence, on the second day, he rode the dragon horse of Northern Xinjiang again and continued to rush in the direction of Pingxi.

The farther away from the Beijing Division, the more sparse the voices on the official road become, although there have been more than a dozen cities along the way, but just looking at the few people on the official road outside the city, you know that the prosperity of these cities, compared to the Beijing Division, it is absolutely not enough to see.

By the time it was almost noon, Meng Siao had already left the capital for more than a thousand miles. There are basically no people on the official road anymore, and only occasionally you can encounter caravans heading in the direction of Jingshi.