There was a convoy speeding along the northern roads.

The speed of this train convoy was very fast, even if the military horses dragging the carriage kept spraying white foam with blood stars in their mouths and noses, the coachmen in this train convoy did not care.

In the middle of a carriage, an official in a crimson official uniform lifted the curtain and looked at a lone peak in front of the official road and was silent.

Halfway up that lonely peak sits a small town called Anning Town.

The official had been here twice before, and this was the third time.

It's a coincidence and his official position, every time he passes here, there are earth-shaking events happening in the whole world.

The first time he passed here, it was the third year of Yongming in the previous dynasty, the Tang clan lord of Fuyang County rebelled, and he was unstoppable for a while, he was ordered by the emperor to come to the north to appease the army and ask for help, the second time he came here, it was Xiao Yan's successful mutiny, he was ordered by the founding emperor of the new dynasty, to come to the north and some generals to talk secretly.

The third time he has passed through here now, it is the great war between the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he doesn't know who will die in the end.

The area around Anning Town has not been affected by the war at this time, but as far as he knows, this calm will last for more than ten days at most, and after more than ten days, even if there are no strange soldiers in the Northern Wei Dynasty, there is no fundamental change in the battle situation between the two sides, and a large number of disabled sergeants on the front line will be withdrawn here.

Anning Town has not changed much from the previous two times, the town is also inhabited by hundreds of people, and the post station next to the mountain road in the town can be replaced with new military horses.

Any traveler will have a lot of emotions on the journey, especially after the scenery and things that have been seen before during the journey will start to change.

However, the official's sentiments did not last long.

Because in the front of this fleet, there was suddenly an extra person.

The man had a cold and handsome face, and was dressed in a plain gauze robe, and in the face of such a speeding convoy, he was like a stone in the middle of the road.

The road soon fell silent.

When the convoy stopped, the smoke and dust carried by the wheels and horses' hooves continued to move forward, but a few feet in front of the man, it was as if he had encountered an invisible wall, impenetrable, and then fell and piled up.

All eyes in the convoy fell on this man.

Just such a picture made many people in the convoy sure that this person's cultivation was far beyond the middle level of the Divine Mind Realm.

In the Southern Dynasty, except for the newly born Divine Thought Realm cultivators, almost all the Divine Thought Realm cultivators were recorded, and the cultivators who could cultivate to the Divine Thought Realm were too rare after all, and a state and county might not be able to produce a few in the past few decades, so even the cultivators who had cultivated above the Divine Mind were not strangers to each other.

However, no one in the convoy recognized the cultivator in the plain gauze robe.

Therefore, it is very likely that this practitioner is from the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The official in the carriage in the red robe frowned deeply.

He was very fond of strife and fighting.

It is precisely because of this temperament that he can still maintain such an official position after several major upheavals.

"You should have come for the Talisman, but the Talisman is no longer with us. ”

He walked out of the carriage directly and looked at the cultivator and said sincerely.

The cultivator in a plain gauze robe bowed slightly, and actually thanked him sincerely, and then said, "I'm not here for the military talisman. ”

When his voice rang out, the breathing of everyone in the entire convoy became slightly heavier.

The man didn't hide his accent.

He had a thick Northern Wei accent.

"If you don't come for the military talisman, it's to kill people?" said the Southern Dynasty official in a red robe, his face turned grim.

If this is the case, although he is likely to die here, he will definitely not show timidity, and he will fight if he does not like to fight.

The cultivator in a plain gauze robe didn't answer right away, but just turned his head sideways and looked towards a wooded area on the side of the road.

It's still summer in the south, and it's already autumn here, and the woodland is covered with a thick layer of yellow leaves.

As he looked, a faint and sharp force cut through more branches and leaves, falling deep into the forest.

A different force burst out from the forest, and there was a muffled sound.

Countless broken branches and leaves erupted from the forest like dense butterflies.

These branches and leaves obscured the sight of everyone in the convoy, but the noise generated by the impact of the energy could clearly tell that there was definitely more than one person in this forest, and there was also a presence with divine thoughts in it.

If this Northern Wei cultivator came with the purpose of killing them, then who are these hidden cultivators in the forest, and what kind of purpose do they have?

Could it be to ambush this Northern Wei cultivator?

However, their shock and bewilderment did not end.

Everyone heard a somewhat startled voice, which seemed to come from a long distance, as if it came from Anning Town, which was still in the mountains in the distance.

But in the next moment, a man in a yellow shirt dressed as a standard Southern Dynasty scribe appeared on the road farther away.

The yellow-shirted scribe had a short beard and carried a bag of icing sugar hanging from the contents of the bag, which looked like a bag of persimmons.

People in the area of Anning Town like to use the kind of tea cake with a very strong taste to cook a very strong tea soup with a fierce fire, and then use some sweets to wash away the bitter tea taste.

It's just that this year's persimmons haven't come out yet, and now the person who can carry a bag of persimmons that look good in color and flavor is destined to be not ordinary.

Looking at the yellow-shirted scribe from afar, looking at his short beard, the solemnity and battle intent in the eyes of the official in the crimson robe in the convoy disappeared in an instant, and all of them were filled with an incredible look.

He recognized the yellow-shirted scribe.

This is Han Jingwen, alias Hengyun Jushi.

The most important thing is that he is one of the few cultivators in the entire Southern Dynasty who has entered the Holy Realm.

This is a true Yasheng.

The official in the crimson official robe was stunned for a breath, couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "It's an honor!"

The cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm are already called half-saints in the human world, and they are dragons among people, and the cultivation of entering the Divine Realm is really respected as a sub-saint, and it is possible to see it only by chance.

At this time, so many powerful cultivators gathered here, even if he really wanted to kill him, he was really honored.

......

The yellow leaves in the forest are fluttering.

Hong Jin and several cultivators dressed in ordinary cloth clothes walked out of it.

He also shook his head in the emotion of the official wearing a crimson official uniform, and said: "Deceit and no trust, these big people in the Southern Dynasty are nothing more than this." ”

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