On the post road leading from the capital city of Shangzhou to the county seat of Heyang.

Zheng Qian looked at the road ahead, and his old face was full of sorrow.

He was worried about the future of Heyang County.

When he was in Fucheng before, he had already heard the news of the Zhaoyang Army's promotion.

Moreover, its marching route is in the direction of Heyang County.

A siege battle may not be avoided.

At that time, I don't know how many innocent people will die in this war.

"The people are in misery."

Zheng Qian sighed, feeling helpless in his heart.

During this time, he has been staying in the capital city of Shangzhou, in order to persuade Shangzhou to assassinate the history.

It is hoped that the Shangzhou Assassin can advise the Zhaoyang military envoy not to attack Heyang County.

He also thought about persuading the Zhaoyang Army to make an envoy, but there was no way to meet at all, so he could only start from Shangzhou Assassin Shi.

After all, he once saved the life of the current Shangzhou Assassin and was his savior.

But Shangzhou Assassin Shi said that he could not do anything about this matter.

Because, taking Heyang County is the strategic goal that the Zhaoyang Army must complete next, and it is impossible to give up at all.

At the beginning, Zheng Qian still felt that the matter was man-made, and he would go to Shangzhou to persuade him every two or three days.

Later, he found that Shangzhou's attitude was very tough, and even became more and more resolute, especially after receiving a letter from the Zhaoyang Army, he refused even more simply.

This made Zheng Qian realize that Heyang County was really a place where the Zhaoyang Army had to fight, and even if Shangzhou Assassin Shi really agreed to persuade him, I am afraid that he would not be able to change Wang Tong's will.

There is no way to prevent the tragedy from happening.

"Master, what should we do next?" The girl who followed Zheng Qian asked.

Her name is Yin Ping, she is the heir to Zheng Qian's mantle, and she is also the most genius disciple of Fang Hu Dao today, a peerless martial arts genius who stepped on the eighth level of ascending to heaven at the age of nineteen.

"What do you think?" Zheng Qian asked the girl.

In fact, it is not him who wants to save Heyang County the most.

It's the girl.

"I still want to do my best to save it." Yin Ping bit her red lips lightly, and said in a deep voice, "If I don't know about this matter, it's fine, since I know, I can't let such a thing happen." ”

"......" Zheng Qian sighed when he heard this, "You really still have this compassionate character, it's just that, what do you want to do?" ”

"Please take me to Heyang County." Yin Ping said solemnly, "Let's go to visit that Lu Daxia and defend the city with him, if the Zhaoyang army really comes to the city and insists on attacking the city, I will show my identity as a god son." ”

One of the parents of the Son of God is a terrestrial immortal!

"No!" Zheng Qian immediately shook his head and said, "You haven't reached the tenth level yet, and the identity of the Divine Son must not be exposed, otherwise it will cause you big trouble, and you may not be able to protect you as a teacher!" ”

"For the sake of thousands of families in Heyang County, I am willing to make the necessary sacrifices." Yin Ping's eyes looked at Zheng Qian, her gaze was extremely firm, "Please fulfill the master!" ”

"You, you're a ...... Alas......" Zheng Qian sighed helplessly, feeling helpless about his stubborn disciple, so he had to say, "Let's go to Heyang County first, and also ask that Lu Daxia about the situation, but don't reveal your identity unless you have to." ”

"Hehe, Master, you are the best for me!" Yin Ping smiled like a flower, and nodded again and again, "Master, don't worry, I understand your concern, if there is really no way, I will not explain my identity." ”

"Hmm." Zheng Qian nodded and sighed lightly, "I hope so." ”

……

In Heyang County, among the abandoned courtyards.

Lu Heng slowly opened the Inner Fire Pill Furnace, and there were three pitch-black flags spinning immortal, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying and howling from the blazing furnace fire.

The Evil Ghost Formation Banner has finally been trained!

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ps: This chapter is only 1100, and I will make up for it with another chapter of 2000 words before 2 o'clock in the morning~

I took a nap after getting home from work, and it was 11 o'clock when I woke up, and I didn't have time to finish a chapter.

Don't say it, the emergency code word is gone, cry!