Captain Chen looked at the dozens of Black Lotus Sect tokens in front of him, especially one of the Order Envoy tokens, and his face immediately became ugly. The luck psychology in my heart was completely shattered, and it was replaced by a strong sense of happiness.

An innate realm envoy, sixty martial artists, has been in the Chen family for several years, and all of them are members of the Black Lotus Sect, fortunately, they found it in time, otherwise, once these people have crooked thoughts, the consequences are unimaginable.

The Chen family is a family of military generals, and most of the strength of the family is in the 300-mile fortress at the border pass, and there are not enough people in the rear, most of them are the family members of the Chen family and some retired old-timers, as well as an escort team.

With the power of the Black Lotus Sect, coupled with the fact that everyone is defenseless, once the Black Lotus Sect makes a move, it will not be a catastrophe, but it will definitely be a pain to the bone.

"Thank you Lieutenant Chu, you have helped my Chen family a lot, those thirty truckloads of goods should be regarded as a thank you gift, if you need it in the future, you can also come to my Chen family, we will try our best to help!" Captain Chen saluted respectfully to Chu Jiang.

"Captain Chen is polite, it's all as it should be."

After the three of them exchanged pleasantries, the two captains also left, Captain Chen took away the caravan people, and the captain of Beichuan City took away the token of the Black Lotus Sect to ask for merit for Chu Jiang.

The thirty carts of goods of the Chen family also made the pockets of the C-brand military town in Chujiang bulge, thirty truckloads of goods, twenty trucks of grain, eight trucks of spirits for keeping out the cold, and the remaining two cars, one and a half cars are iron pots, and half a car is fifty catties of coarse salt.

The grain and iron pot are also average, but the eight carts of spirits and coarse salt are really scarce things in the C-shaped military town. There is naturally no shortage of salt in the army, but it is definitely not much, that is, the amount of buckle swishing is just enough, and salt is just needed for materials, Chu Jiang will not be too much salt.

And spirits, not to mention, now that the cold winter is coming, a sip can warm up for a while, and in the north, this is also hard currency.

After inspecting the goods, Chu Jiang then asked the ten archers to leave with him and went to Yongping City to find Guo Qing. A group of people left, and the C-shaped military town of Chujiang also returned to calm.

Everything that can be done has been done, Guo Qing, Xu Mo, Sun Cheng, and Du Kun divided their troops, and the next thing is to wait for the summon point to be recorded, and when there is a summon point, you can start the next stage of infiltration.

On the other side, Liangshan City, Liangshan Academy, an old man in a white robe sat in a gazebo, holding a jade pendant in his hand, looking at the scene in front of him and falling into contemplation, he is the Xuezheng of Liangshan Prefecture and the head of Liangshan Academy.

In this world, Wen Dao also has great power, which also makes the status of the literati not inferior to that of the martial arts.

In the twelve states of Dayan, there are colleges in each state, and the mountain chief of the college in each state is a highly respected existence, not only with high social status, but also as a scholar and politician, and his status is not weaker than that of the state pastor.

"Mountain Chief!"

Just as Xuezheng was pondering, a civil official in a red official robe came from outside and bowed to Xuezheng.

"Ziqian, you're here." Xuezheng beckoned the civil servants to come over.

"Mountain chief, is there a whereabouts of the Sifang inkstone?" Xu Ziqian sat opposite Xuezheng and asked.

The old man shook his head, "I still don't know where to go, I sent someone to ask the battalion captain with the mantra jade, the mantra jade is not broken, the Sifang inkstone should have been taken away by the Beiban at that time, but I don't know if it was robbed back later." ”

As he spoke, the old man handed the jade pendant in his hand to Xu Ziqian, the state pastor.

"The mantra jade was given by the Master, and it is absolutely infallible. However, the Quartet inkstone in the military town is probably not true. The truth is strong, but if the battalion captain doesn't know the truth of the matter, he will be concealed. Xu Ziqian said.

"Alas, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, there are barbarians who take the blame and steal the Sifang inkstone, and they will definitely not return it."

"The difference between a line and the world is different, I haven't stepped into the realm of Confucianism, we literati don't have any power to resist in front of the martial arts, for more than a month, the old man has done his best, and all the relationships that can be used have been found."

"In a month, nothing was found, and even the matter of being taken away by the barbarians was not investigated by us, but told us by the Liangshan army."

"It's hateful, if the old man is a Confucian student, how can he watch the stationery being stolen!" Xuezheng Lu Ming shouted weakly.

He Lu Mingsheng is a genius, enlightened at the age of five, studied hard in the cold window for ten years, entered the Tao at the age of eleven, has clear ears and eyes, never forgets at the age of twenty-four, is a jinshi at the age of twenty-eight, has a divine light at the age of thirty-nine, and is literary to the heavenly spirit at the age of forty-seven.

There is only one step left, and the literary qi can penetrate through the heavenly spirit, forming a haoran qi, and advancing to Confucianism. It's a pity that this step is too difficult, from forty-seven years old, to seventy-three years old now, a full twenty-six years, he Lu Mingsheng is still stuck at this step.

There is no advanced Confucian student, no matter if he has clear ears and eyes, never forgets his eyes, or has a divine light, he can't stop a martial artist's sword.

The realm of scholars, useless is a scholar, this is the realm of words!

"The mountain chief has accumulated for several years, and one day, he will be able to break through the bottleneck and achieve Confucianism!" Xu Ziqian on the side said sincerely.

"The old man has reached the age of old age, and in this life, I am afraid that there is no hope." Lu Mingsheng shook his head and said.

"The old man has tried his best, but he can't find the Sifang inkstone. I will pass on the letter to the master, and the old man will bear the responsibility for losing the Sifang inkstone. ”

"The twelve instruments are very important, related to the safety of Dayan, and must not be lost. I wanted to use the power of the imperial court to retrieve the stationery, but the soldiers from all over the country, as well as the Zhenwu Division, and even the Liangshan Army were dispatched, but they still didn't find it. ”

"It's been a month, and I can't delay it." Lu Mingsheng said abruptly.

Xu Ziqian on the side also let out a long sigh, after all, things still developed to the worst ending.

The twelve cultural vessels, distributed in the twelve states of Dayan, were personally arranged by the master of Yanshan Academy in various academies, and the hiding location was only known to the master and the mountain chiefs of each academy.

It was stolen a month ago, and the mountain chief felt that he had failed the master's trust, and did not report it to Yanshan Academy, thinking that he would use the power of the imperial court in the entire Liangshan Prefecture to find the Sifang inkstone, and then tell the master.

The idea is good, as long as you find the Sifang inkstone, no matter how light or heavy the guilt is, at least this mountain chief who has been strong all his life and has never borne others will feel better in his heart.

It's a pity that the entire Liangshan Prefecture has moved, and the Sifang inkstone has not been found. The mountain chief also has one more crime on his head for not reporting the accident and delaying the opportunity.

Xu Ziqian shook his head, the mountain chief is not an official after all, he didn't see the situation in Liangshan Prefecture clearly, the border is heavy, and the general who holds the military power is the most powerful person.

can steal the Quartet inkstone quietly, and the one who shoots it is afraid that it is the local clan. Expecting them to retrieve the Sifang inkstone, that is, the thief shouts to catch the thief, and it is absolutely impossible.