"Mother, can you give something good."

Shenxiao Yingyuan saved the world and crossed the disaster of the Virgin or something, as soon as she heard it, she was much more powerful than the "ghost mother".

According to Fei Wunian's statement, the Jingtan Nine-colored Deer is still the predecessor of the Biluo Swallowing Toad, and it was genuine before it was replaced by a pirated version.

He Yanxiao thought about it for a while, and folded his hands to pray to the sky. Since others have prayed to the Biluo Swallowing Toad, they can be given some secret inheritance by it. You can't just give no benefits to Lumi porcelain, right?

However, when he saw He Yanxiao's hippie smiling face, he was a little angry just now and looked down on it with his deer rice porcelain, but suddenly he lowered his short neck affectionately, rubbed against He Yanxiao's cheek, and then continued to "babble-" coquettishly.

"Are you saying that you have been a wet nurse for me, and you don't need to give me any more inheritance?"

"Huh~"

“…… Okay. ”

With Lu Mi porcelain as a bodyguard, He Yanxiao is indeed very confident. It's just that there is another thing He Yanxiao still can't figure out: "Glutinous rice balls, why are you so familiar with the layout of Jing'an Division?" ”

"Huh?"

Lu Mi porcelain turned around, did not look at He Yanxiao, but rummaged through the jade box for a while, threw out a few books with his hooves, and held He Yanxiao with his mouth to let him see and divert his attention.

And seeing that Lu Mi porcelain didn't want to answer, He Yanxiao was casual, took the book over and said thoughtfully: "Some alchemy experience, casting experience, and the use of Jing'an Division's defensive formation. ”

"Bah!"

"It turns out that the Jing'an Division above the county town has to be equipped with more temporary workers."

Although there are still five people in the establishment, alchemy logistics, casting weapons, etc., all require considerable manpower to fill. But now there is a problem, He Yanxiao does not have a fixed place to stay.

Especially now that there are more external troubles, these things are not urgent at present.

And He Yanxiao chatted privately with Lu Mi porcelain for a while, and someone outside was already about to walk in. He Yanxiao closed the jade box and put a few books in it together, trying not to show any horses.

"Pavilion Master Yan, how's the situation?"

"We can't afford to sit back and die in the county."

Yan Jinghe looked around and didn't feel anything unusual about this Jing'an Division: "Fortunately, because Second Master Zhuang is a member of the Jing'an Division in the county town, he has prepared a lot of supplies inside, but he doesn't have to worry about the people hiding in there, and there is no food available in the short term." ”

"What do you mean...... Is it our light car to go into battle and go straight to Qingping Mountain? ”

"Not bad!"

In all fairness, Yan Jinghe's judgment is definitely the most suitable choice at the moment.

No matter how long the battle line slowly falls into a desperate situation, or sits back and watches the Pure Lotus Sendai and King Xu obtain the Pure Lotus, it is undoubtedly the end of a slow death.

In this case, it is better to choose to go to Qingping Mountain together, and maybe there will be a chance to turn the tables.

He Yanxiao could understand Yan Jinghe's concerns very well, and asked thoughtfully: "Then, the Jing'an Division in Ningjing City?" ”

"What is the use of a person's Jing'an Division?"

"This ......"

He Yanxiao asked, "Who is there in the Jing'an Division of Ningjing City?" ”

"It's hard for Jing'an Division to come in handy in such a big thing, not to mention that the other party is just the leader of a local beggar gang. The beggar leader spent his days in a state of confusion, just to let the beggars have a place to eat and wear, so he lived in Jing'an Division in Ningjing City. 'M afraid...... Not very useful? ”

"You actually think the beggars are useless?!"

Sure enough, class differences determine differences in perspective. Hearing Yan Jinghe say this, He Yanxiao was a little incredulous: "Pavilion Master Yan, what is that person's name, I'll try to contact him." ”

"You've never met him, how do you get in touch with him?"

"That's my own secret."

Although there was some confusion, Yan Jinghe thought to himself that this was not a fact worth hiding, so he told He Yanxiao the name of the person: "His name is Hua Baiqu, and he is just a martial artist who opens the pulse and combines qi, I'm afraid he won't be able to help much." ”

"Seniors and Fei Lao might as well subdue their true qi first."

"We can only rest for two hours."

"Understood."

Seeing that He Yanxiao was extremely determined, Yan Jinghe didn't want to ask anything more, so he simply left the conference hall and closed the door. As soon as the light in the room dimmed, He Yanxiao took out the ironwood sword token, closed his eyes and concentrated on guiding his true qi in.

However, the time interval between Yongxian County's external requests for help has not yet reached a one-month reset. The county town can only be outwards once here. Thanks to the fact that Ningjing City and Guanglin County are adjacent, they are barely within a hundred miles.

It can maximize the sound transmission effect of He Yanxiao.

Outside the city of Ningjing.

The scale of Jing'an Division is too large to be placed in the city, otherwise it will seem that the palace will not be able to achieve a crushing scale comparison from the grandeur.

However, the stronghold of Jing'an Division on such a night is now a gathering place for all beggars around Ningjing City, which looks like a miasma. But after the disaster, for many poor people, Jing'an, which is warm in winter and cool in summer, has become a place of refuge.

Hua Baiwen, who was middle-aged, unexpectedly passed the selection of Jing'an Division, but he didn't think about doing anything with all his heart, but just made the best use of the deserted location and found a place for his street brothers to live in.

When he was young, he was helpless, he grew up eating hundreds of meals, and it was extremely difficult to rely on hard training to become a body of Aiki Kung Fu, just thinking about spending his life in peace. At this time, he had just fallen asleep, lying at the gate as always, scratching his itchy upper body, and the sound of a pig in his ears was cold, which made him suddenly get up from the ground.

Hua Baiwei was stunned, and received He Yanxiao's handwritten letter from the mouth of the stone statue, as well as the engraved seal mark of Yan Jinghe. And because Hua Baiwei did not have the token authority of Jing'an Division, he could only listen to He Yanxiao's words and could not communicate in both directions.

Rao is like this, Hua Baiwei also quickly clarified the ins and outs of everything, and couldn't help but hesitate.

Just as Yan Jinghe questioned, Hua Baiwei was very clear about his positioning. The beggar leader among the little beggars is just a beggar leader, and he really thinks that he can become a big man in Ningjing City with Aiki, and he is purely dead.

However, looking at the left and right, there are still cold scraps at the corners of his mouth, and his clothes are patched and black. Hua Baiqu has only one simple fact in his heart - the cult has never taken their lives seriously when they use poor people to make blood sacrifices in various parts of the country.

Even if he didn't want to get involved, Hua Baiqu couldn't help but ask himself: Can the king of such a country really treat the people of Ningjing City well in the future?

How can beggars do without a way to live......

He didn't go to school or understand any big truths, but he just didn't want everyone to become sacrifices to evil creatures because they were useless.

Therefore, Hua Baiqu woke up several of his trusted brothers, one pass two, two pass four, and four passes......

"Helper, what should we do?"

"Somebody does what. We are soft-spoken, and we are not a role, so we can only do what we can for the master of the Yan Pavilion. ”

Hua Baiwei knew that in his beggar gang, many people could not talk about loyalty for a mouthful of food, so they could only use the stupidest method.

"A group of men went and informed the factions of the city. Then some brothers and soldiers will divide into a few ways, and find a way to notify the academies of other county towns and state capitals. The remaining brothers...... Ming'er started to spread rumors early in the morning, make up some jokes, remember to be careful, and hide back in danger! ”