"Master, this Huaiyang King is so big?"

On the carriage, Chen Xiaoyu lifted the curtain and looked behind, the pagoda of Juntian Temple was almost invisible, and the endless long street in front of him had not yet seen a trace of the end.

Sitting in the carriage, the silence closed his eyes tightly, his expression was leisurely, and he said indifferently: "Don't be anxious, the king of Huaiyang is divided into east, west, north and south square cities, and our location is still the southern city, if there is no carriage, I am afraid that we will not be able to reach the Huaiyang Palace for an hour."

Sitting back in the carriage, Chen Xiaoyu felt really big, tilted his head, and suddenly had some doubts.

"But master, why does this good city have to be divided into four parts: east, west, north and south, is it possible that there is something special in it?"

Silence shook his head, opened his eyes and looked at Silence Dust, who was sitting opposite Chen Xiaoyu.

Silent Dust understood and said, "The poor monk remembers that the little fishing benefactor has traveled to Huaiyang Prefecture for two years, why hasn't he studied the history of Huaiyang Prefecture well?"

Ah......h

In this world, Chen Xiaoyu has traveled to Huaiyang Prefecture, what does it matter to me!

Chen Xiaoyu muttered twice in his heart, and tactically cleared his throat: "Ahem, I have learned about this, Qinghe Prefecture is the Immortal Sect, Huaiyang Prefecture is the Buddha Sect, these are the unique state cultures left by the ancestors who opened up the Kyushu Continent 100,000 years ago, but the history of Huaiyang Prefecture is ......

Compiled here, Chen Xiaoyu can't make it up.

In fact, he didn't know much about the history of Huaiyang Prefecture, but when he first dealt with Lu Lian, he heard him talk about the Buddhist opportunities in Huaiyang Prefecture.

Later, the famous monks of Huaiyang such as Lonely Sect and Silent Annihilation appeared in Lingjian Peak, and he slept in Huaiyang Wangdu Station for one night, and after seeing the glowing relics of the city that never sleeps, Huaiyang Pearl, Chen Xiaoyu, who has always been a writer who makes a living from writing, suddenly became enlightened and understood that Huaiyang Prefecture is a large state where Buddhism prevails, similar to the Tianzhu Kingdom in ancient times.

"The history of Huaiyang Prefecture begins with the Buddhist monk who came out of the ruins of the temple 100,000 years ago, and he built the current Juntian Temple here......

Silent Chen could see that Chen Xiaoyu didn't know much about the history of Huaiyang Prefecture, and accepted his words with a smile.

"However, after tens of thousands of years of precipitation, even the origin of Zen Buddhism in this Huaiyang Prefecture has also integrated many cultures from all over Kyushu, forming four different categories of mortal groups today: Buddhist temples, immortal sects, commoners, and royal families."

"And these four different categories are pursuing different lives, so tens of thousands of years ago, the Huaiyang royal family ordered that every city in Huaiyang Prefecture be divided into four directions: east, west, north and south, for the sake of the peace of Huaiyang Prefecture."

"The south is where Buddhism is, and the north is where the royal family is, which means sharing heaven and earth. And the east and west are the places where the Immortal Sect and the common people are located."

Chen Xiaoyu nodded, here he heard the thief understand.

"In order to avoid conflicts due to cultural differences, it is necessary to directly divide the area so that people with the same beliefs can live together to reduce the possibility of conflicts due to cultural differences!"

Chen Xiaoyu's words blurted out, and he constantly admired in his heart that people in the era of 100,000 years later could still produce such avant-garde thoughts.

But avant-garde...... It's not avant-garde.

After all, this is the world 100,000 years later, and in the final analysis, it is only the revival of ancient culture.

"What does the little fisherman's strange mean?"

As soon as Silent Chen finished talking about the reason why the Huaiyang royal capital was divided into four, he heard Chen Xiaoyu trumpeting the technical terms in history class 100,000 years ago.

Naturally, I didn't understand a sentence.

Realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have said, Chen Xiaoyu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, I just got distracted and talked nonsense."

"Distracted?"

Silent Chen was slightly stunned, from Chen Xiaoyu's eyes, he didn't notice any signs of distraction.

Chen Xiaoyu also felt that his clumsy excuse was not good, and his hand scratching his head became faster, and at the moment when he was about to scratch his scalp, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that the carriage stopped, he slowly opened his eyes with his eyes closed and his face suspicious.

Just departed from the inn

For a moment, no matter how you count the carriage, it should not stop at this time.

"Masters, there's someone in front of you blocking the way." The coachman lifted the curtain and said.

In front of the carriage, a man dressed in black blocked the way.

"Pegasus of the Royal Guard!"

Chen Xiaoyu was taken aback!

He had seen them in Shencang, and there was not much difference in their costumes, they were all tall men wearing close-fitting black clothes and riding black horses, with knives, swords, and masks on their bodies.

"It's the Flying Messenger."

Just when Chen Xiaoyu was complacent about his ability to never forget, the voice of Silent Dust broke his pride.

What is a flying messenger? Isn't this the kind of pegasus guard that is extremely annoying and annoying?!

Chen Xiaoyu muttered in a low voice, watching Silence get up from the carriage and come outside the carriage.

Silence clasped his hands together and said politely, "The flying messenger is blocking our way, but what is there to say from the palace?"

"Yes." The man on the black horse replied and said, "The king of Huaiyang decreed, the king is in poor health, the court meeting has been dispersed, the distinguished guests of Qinghe Prefecture can go back to the post station to rest first, and if the king's body recovers tomorrow, he will be notified again when the morning court is opened."

"Is the king sick? What is the disease?" Silence frowned slightly, in his impression, the young King Huaiyang was in his prime, and it stands to reason that there will be no serious illness in the next few years.

"I don't know." The flying messenger glanced at Silence, and wanted to mock this stupid monk, but when he saw the abundant aura surrounding Silence, he suddenly politely dismounted.

He respectfully clenched his fists and said, "I am only acting according to the order of the King of Huaiyang given by Master Wuji, as for the illness of the king, it is not within the scope of my duties, and I ask the master to forgive me."

"It turned out to be no trick."

Hearing that the Huaiyang King Decree served by the Flying Messenger was from the hands of Wu Zhi, Silence seemed to understand everything thoroughly, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's hard to fly the Messenger, this is a little courtesy."

Seeing that Silence took out another ingot of treasure silver from his arms, Chen Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the carriage, was directly dumbfounded.

Yesterday, he said that he had no money and could only live in the post station, but today he took out such a large piece of silver from his arms?

Sending off the flying messenger, Silence returned to the carriage, glanced at Chen Xiaoyu with his hands in front of his chest, and said strangely, "What's wrong with Xiaoyu donor?"

"I have a toothache." Chen Xiaoyu tugged at the corners of his mouth and asked, "What did the flying messenger say?"

"The flying messenger said that the king of Huaiyang is in poor health, and the court will be disbanded, so let me wait to wait until I return to the post station to standby."

"It just so happens that the little fishing donor has a toothache, so let's go back?" Silence answered.

"Can't go back!" Silence shook his head.

"Why?"

Chen Xiaoyu, who didn't know why, looked at Silence again without a temper, and looked at his face that had always been unusually calm for nearly a month.

At this moment, Silence frowned, as if he was thinking about an extremely important matter.

"The palace may change, we must go to the North City now!"