When I went out of the city, the city guards at the door with big bellies holding up the light armor in front of them, and two of them were holding Changge against the wall of the doorway and taking a nap, which seemed to be familiar with the road, and from a distance, it was impossible to see that the two men standing with their heads down were sleeping soundly.

There were also two city guards holding a bottle of wine, taking a sip of their own mike, then putting it into the armor in front of him, and then taking out a sip.

The remaining eight city guards, four inside and four outside, stood in front of the doorway, and they still looked serious, either they lost their guessing and were on the station shift, or it was their turn to stand guard at this time.

It seems that the incident of the Rouge Tower in the city has not yet reached the city gate, so the group of the initiators left the city gate with little hindrance.

A fairly smooth official road leads straight to the city gate to the south, but it only extends for a few miles, and it blends into the chaotic dirt and stone road.

It is as if this is a sign that the extent of the castle has come to an end.

For a moment, he recalled in his mind for a moment, from the city to the city gate, and then to the severed official road under his feet, everything he saw and heard along the way was immediately presented in his mind.

Just "looking" at it, Xun Ming roughly estimated the approximate length of the official road under his feet.

Corrupt officials in this place...... It's a little rampant......

Xun Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint anger in his heart.

But it was only for a moment, and that was the anger that had just begun to swell was suppressed by him.

How can you pay attention to everything in mortal matters?

If you really care about it, then in the end, you will inevitably have to take care of such trivial things as the old lady buying vegetables and missing two catties.

It's too late.

If you really have to take care of everything, then what kind of immortals are you cultivating?

Xun Ming, who felt as if he had figured it out, but didn't seem to have figured it out, sighed without a trace, and then looked at the two people beside him.

Jiang Sinan rolled his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jia Xianren, on the other hand, was holding a coarse grain cake and gnawing happily, and after taking two bites, he raised his head and took a sip of water, which looked very organized.

At first, when Jiang Sinan took out two coarse grain cakes, Xun Ming's eyes were a little strange.

I don't know if it's a little hairy for Xun Ming to look at it like this, Jiang Sinan explained to himself, "This thing is anti-hunger", and then threw the two surprisingly large coarse grain cakes to Jia Xianren.

After a moment's pause, he took out a sheepskin bag filled with water and threw it to him.

Just when Xun Ming had a slight change in his opinion of Jiang Sinan, a good man who can eat coarse grain cakes, he saw that the dog man threw out a grain of Bigu Dan and threw it into his mouth after throwing the water bag......

If the mountains and rivers meet, then there is naturally a parting.

Seeing that the official road under his feet was also coming to an end, Xun Ming had the idea of separation.

"I'm going to go south, where are you going?"

"South? Are you going to Nanchanzhou? Jiang Sinan, who naturally thought of "his own territory" when he heard the south, suddenly became interested and asked with some curiosity.

Xun Ming didn't hide anything from the big head garlic that was considered a meeting in Pingshui, and said:

"Prepare to go around Haishan Pass."

Listening to Xun Ming say the most terrifying words in the most bland tone, Jiang Sinan suddenly froze with a bad smile, and almost blurted out a mantra like "fuck".

This guy is really dead......

"Uh, no? You're not sick in the brain, are you? You're not a little monk yet, what are you doing there? Give away heads? Jiang Sinan still has some conscience, looking like "If you kid really wants to go, I'm going to stop you".

Like them, they are all sword cultivation geniuses who can be regarded as fragrant and gluttonous in the Immortal Sect, and they all have lists in other clans.

was recognized on the battlefield, not to mention Jindan, but it was a great temptation for Yuanying and even the "immortals" who had just opened the immortal gate.

It's said to be a gift for heads, but it's actually quite appropriate.

Seeing that his "painstaking persuasion" had no effect on Xun Ming at all, Jiang Sinan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Damn, the geniuses of these big sects are more difficult to listen to than the other!" ”

Of course, this sentence is not only for Xun Ming, but also for those fellow monks who annoyed him so much that he was about to meet and draw his sword.

Then Jiang Sinan saw Xun Ming roll his eyes, and pouted helplessly:

"Can we not catch Jin Dan and talk about things, I know you are the great monk of Jin Dan Realm, okay."

Look what you can do!

"I know it's the least valuable place for human life, but I have a reason why I have to go." Without waiting for Jiang Sinan to answer, Xun Ming said in a light tone.

It's just that when he said "I have to go", he felt an inexplicable mood surging in his heart, but it was fleeting.

Hearing this, Jiang Sinan stopped talking about persuasion.

The sage has a cloud: "The number of friends, Si is sparse." ”

Some words, until the point is reached, the semantic meaning is well conveyed.

Jiang Sinan looked at the usual grinning like a reckless man, and he always liked to read fairy books and drill into the Qinglou, but in fact, as the young sect master of the Immortal Sect, the second-in-command of Nanchanzhou, he didn't read less sage books at all, but unlike those sour Confucians, as if he was poor, a little ink in his stomach was busy spitting it out, so that everyone in the world would know, "Huo, this scholar is really fucking knowledgeable!" ”

Xun Ming is the same, but in terms of "integration", he is still more than a little worse than our Uncle Jiang, look at his scholarly appearance, tsk, no.

Thinking about how many of them are also a somewhat interesting "Pingshui meeting", and then he and the master with the big garlic are "notorious" old drinking friends.

So the two brothers can be regarded as "friends", right?

Thinking about it like this, Jiang Sinan had a plan in his heart.

"I was originally going to take Brother Jia to try my luck at the Shanze School Palace on the border of Beijiazhou and Dongshengzhou, maybe I could make him a student, and no matter how bad it was, I could get a name for accompanying him."

Every school palace has a great Confucian sitting in the town, and every Confucian who sits in the school palace has a great wine sacrifice and a great Confucian, and at worst it has the realm of Yuan Ying.

Not to mention that the Great Confucian of Sacrificial Wine sits in the School Palace, which is like sitting in a small world, and the combat power can be improved by at least a big realm.

As for the other, more trivial reasons, in short, those evil spirits are just bad brains, and they won't hit the head of the school palace.

So letting Jia Xianren stay in the school palace is definitely not bad, and it can even be said to be an excellent choice.

Jia Xianren, who was still eating baked cakes on the side, almost fell to the ground after hearing his name and the sky-high "Yamazawa School Palace" together.

What? I? Going to the Yamazawa School Palace? Still a student?!

So Jia Xianren's brain suddenly fell into a "downtime" and froze in place.

The seventy-two Confucian palaces, which are the holy places in the hearts of every scholar, are almost eighty percent of the Confucians, all of whom are from the palace!

And every reader has a dream in his heart to be able to enter the school palace to study.

However, this dream buried himself very deep in Jia Xianren's heart, so that he almost forgot it.

After all, there are too many distant things, as long as you accidentally look at it, it will make people ashamed of themselves.

Listening to Jiang Sinan's words, Xun Ming was also a little surprised, but in addition to being surprised, he thought of some other questions.

Jia Xianren, a clay-legged scholar from a mountain village, is more than a little different from those Confucian students in the palace.

Suddenly, if they fly too high with them all at once, the only fate is to fall apart without their help.

So Xun Ming pondered for a moment and spoke again.