A cold wind hit, Wang Cunye shuddered, and saw that the original valley was destroyed in a mess, and as pieces of snow fell, it covered up a layer in a blink of an eye.

Wang Cunye paused for a moment, then found a pit in the snow, and continued to dig three feet deep, burying the man's head and body.

This person is an innate master of martial arts, although his position is different, but he will die a hundred, there is no need to let him be violent corpse wilderness.

The weather is cold, the soil is frozen, and the magic sword is sharp, which is not a problem, after Wang Cunye buried it, he transferred it to the tiger corpse.

In the fierce battle just now, the beasts did not dare to come, the snow fell more and more, Wang Cunye did not have the heart to look for the Chengjing tiger after this fight, so he dragged the tiger towards the road, and the footprints left on the way were all covered in the vast snow for a moment.

Fucheng Qingyang Road Palace

The snow grains and snowflakes hit all night, the wind blew all night, Dao Zheng stood in front of the hall in a daze, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky, muttering silently, even the shoulders covered with a layer of white.

A gray-robed old man in the hall with a shriveled face and a dying life was about to die, and stepped forward to speak: "Senior brother, who should you think about this catastrophe?"

Dao Zheng listened, smiled slightly, and said, "It's okay, I'm not thinking about this......"

As he spoke, his face was slightly gloomy, and he said: "The snow is big, and there are houses under the city that have been crushed, and there are also snow that can't get out......"

"Oh, it turned out to be this, it's rare that the senior brother still has a heart of compassion. The gray-robed old man was slightly surprised.

"Taoists are also people, we are not invaded by cold and heat, we have no worries about food and clothing, we can watch the snow scene, but the people below have to endure the snow and cold, and they don't know how much they will starve to death and freeze to death!"

The gray-robed old Taoist didn't care, and smiled: "Now that the capital city is involved in the transformation of the branch dragon qi, who will take care of these things?"

Dao Zheng listened and did not reply, and at this moment, on a shimmering water mirror in the hall, a "Zheng Zheng" sound suddenly sounded.

When the two of them heard this, their faces suddenly became solemn, and they turned around and went back to the hall.

I saw that on the eight-foot water mirror, a bright red star quickly dimmed, swayed twice, and then completely extinguished.

Dao Zheng was silent when he saw it, and then the gray-robed Taoist saw this scene, and sighed: "Some time ago, the Qingyi Pavilion suffered heavy losses, and at this moment, this person has fallen again, and his luck has plummeted, I am afraid that it is really a catastrophe!"

The snow outside was falling heavily, with a rustling sound, Dao Zheng heard this, looked at the extinguished stars on the water mirror, and muttered for a long time before saying: "Dao Palace does not interfere with specific dragon qi changes, and is only responsible for supervising unnecessary killings. ”

"What about Wang Cunye?" the gray-robed Taoist asked.

"It doesn't matter in the dark, everyone depends on life and death, and the killing in the open must be stopped. Dao Zheng said with a sneer.

It is said that Wang Cunye dragged a tiger and it took a few hours to reach the official road, when the haze was dense with dark clouds, and there were few cars and horses on the official road.

Occasionally, there were a few carriages, and when they saw that Wang Cunye had blood stains on his body, and dragged the tiger, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to stop the car, and whipped it violently, which made Wang Cunye smile bitterly.

Thinking about it, he decided to buy a carriage in the Taoist temple, so that it would be convenient to enter and exit, and just thinking about it, a carriage pulling goods fell steadily.

A middle-aged man with a short figure and a dark complexion, his face was full of wrinkles, but he greeted: "Hey, this Taoist leader, the tiger has been beaten in the mountains?

Carrying the tiger, he threw it on the car, jumped into the car, and saw the coachman exclaiming: "Dao Chief, are you really good at fighting?"

Wang Cunye gave out a tael of silver, and the empty truck turned around until it reached the bottom of Dayan Temple.

Wang Cunye dragged the tiger up, and all this fell into the eyes of a pilgrim, seeing the cheers of the Taoist maid and the pilgrims, who silently retreated and went down into a village house.

"Mo Qian, you're coming. As soon as I opened the curtain and entered the house, there was a wind and snow howling into the house, and the people inside couldn't help but shiver, and saw that it was a comrade who came back to greet him.

Mo Qian heard the greeting of his colleagues, but did not respond immediately, closed the door with the situation, blocked the wind and snow outside, and looked at the crackling bonfire in the house and thought carefully.

A small bonfire, with a colleague sitting, brings some warmth to this cold mountain hut.

The lord of the Great Yan Guanguan Wang Cunye was disobedient, frenzied, and regarded the law as nothing, and killed nearly 100 officials successively, and recently swept through the Tsing Yi Pavilion, causing it to lose most of it, and the Marquis of Wei and the prince were deeply vigilant.

It is in the process of reconstruction, and at the first time, some people in the city will be transferred to supervise the dynamics of Dayanguan at all times!

This kind of thing has great consequences, and it will cause a shortage of monitoring manpower in the city, but at that time, the prince was very resolute, and at this time, Mo Qian recalled the day he was appointed here, and the decisive eyes of the prince!

Thinking of this, he said: "I'm back, the martial arts of the King of Dayan Guan are very high, and today I saw him dragging a tiger back, killing the tiger alone, admire." ”

When Mo Qian said this, he showed a slight sneer, and said: "This kind of crazy national thief, he can still live until now, God really has no eyes. ”

"Could it be that Mr. Wen went in and didn't meet him, otherwise why would this thief come out?" Or I will contact Mr. Wen to report the new situation and see if we need to cooperate!" This colleague said, Mr. Wen's matter, Wei Hou ordered the people of Tsing Yi Pavilion to cooperate, so there is this sentence.

"What you said is right, Mr. Wen should have followed, why didn't he meet him? We must contact Mr. Wen and tell him about the situation -- you go and prepare the little mountain eagle, and I will write the letter. When Mo Qian heard this, he felt reasonable, got up and walked towards the pen and ink on the table, spread out a small piece of paper, and wrote it with a very fine brush.

The little mountain eagle itself can't carry too many things, and when all kinds of books are transmitted, this small font is used to reduce the unnecessary burden of the little mountain eagle.

"Okay?" After a while, my colleague came over, with a small mountain eagle in his hand, and whispered.

"Alright, wait a minute, let the ink dry. ”

After a while, the ink dried, and Mo Qian carefully rolled a roll of fine paper into a roll, took the little mountain eagle and tied it to his legs.

Outside the door, with both hands raised, the little mountain eagle flew up and went into the distance, the direction was the mountain behind the cloud cliff, seeing the little mountain eagle far away, Mo Qian retreated into the house, it was too cold outside.

Mountains and valleys behind cloud cliffs

Many trees broke off and fell on the mountain, although there was heavy snow, you can still see it, and there are still faint traces in one of the clearings, and a gust of wind and snow blows, and the small mountain eagle falls to the ground.

It circled in this clearing, looking for Mr. Wen's original huge aura, but after half a ring, it still had nothing to gain, and it couldn't help but let out a sad cry.

After a few turns, he landed again, grabbed a strip of cloth with blood stains on his coat and flew back.

The wind was blowing, carrying goose feather snowflakes, and after two pillars of incense, at the vent of a hut on the mountain, the little mountain eagle drilled back and landed on Mo Qian's shoulder.

Mo Qian was startled, seeing that it was a small mountain eagle, he relaxed, but for a moment, his expression became solemn, there was panic in his eyes that could not be concealed, he lost his bearings, and shouted to his companions: "You come out, look!"

A colleague who was in the hut fetched food came over and asked, "Why are you so flustered?"

Seeing that Mo Qian didn't speak, he couldn't help but be puzzled, and looked at the little mountain eagle on the table along Mo Qian's fingers, only to see that the little mountain eagle shook the snow and water on his body, claws clutched a blood-stained coat rag, and the letter on the paws next to him did not move at all.

"Boom", a thunder sounded in his head, Mr. Wen went to the back mountain, but only Wang Cunye returned, they thought they had missed it before, but now it seems that they are afraid that they are dead, otherwise they will not even look at Tsing Yi Pavilion's words, this person also concealed panic, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him: "Mo Qian, what should I do." ”

After a while, Mo Qian struggled out of the panic, gasped a few times, and said: "You are guarding here, I will immediately report to Wei Hou, this is a big matter, delayed, we can't afford it!"

As he spoke, Mo Qian took the horse out against the wind and snow, put on a foot cover, and took out a thick cotton jacket from the house, draped it on his body, drove the horse, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

The wind and snow were whistling, Mo Qian's whole body trembled for a while, and he couldn't hold the reins faintly, so he could only hug the horse and let the horse gallop, but this was an old horse, and it knew the way to Fucheng.

It wasn't until close to evening that Mo Qian entered the city gate, but the city guards stopped him, Mo Qian opened his eyes wide, and said tremblingly: "Tsing Yi...... Pavilion...... Pocket. ”

But the wind and snow are too big, and the long journey against the wind is too good, and it is not good to say that it is cold for a while.

When the city guard heard Tsing Yi Pavilion, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took out his waist pocket according to Mo Qian's meaning, opened it, and put a piece of Tsing Yi Pavilion's exclusive token in it.

"How offended. Tie up the pockets, put them back on Mo Qian's waist, and shouted loudly to the two guards: "This is the Lord of Tsing Yi Pavilion, you let it go!"

"Okay!" Hearing that it was Tsing Yi Pavilion, he didn't dare to slack off, so he canceled the level and put it in.

The horses galloped down the street, and Mo Qian barely raised his body, grabbed the reins and went straight to the Wei Hou Mansion.

"Tsing Yi Pavilion Dayan Fan Fan Mo Qian, ask to see Wei Hou, there is a big news to report quickly!" When he arrived at the Hou Ye's door, Mo Qian turned over and rolled down from the horse, and said to the guards.

"You wait. Seeing that Mo Qian was running around, it was not a deception, and the doorman did not dare to hesitate, ran towards the mansion, and ran out again after a while: "Master Hou told you to go in quickly." ”

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