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Everyone changed into horses and carriages, and when they arrived here, Yuting didn't ask to walk, as if she had a premonition of danger.

They are all valuable spirit horses, only these are about a thousand taels of spirit silver, and ten spirit silver can support a person to complete a double refining body with the purest spiritual power, but few people are willing to use spirit silver to cultivate directly.

The entire convoy only used two carriages, one was Li Baiqian in front, and he also wanted to learn from Murong Jiu and the others to ride a high-headed horse with such a majestic style, but where could there be a horse that could withstand his weight, even if he fed the spirit horse a good concentrate feed.

As for the carriage behind, it was Chen Wuming and Yu Ting.

Walking on the Sunshine Avenue, since walking out of the three points proudly, there are only less than 1,000 elites left, whether Shan Ge dies in battle, Chen Guo's soldiers return triumphantly, although they win the bandit, as long as they come back, they will be heroes, and they will be able to fight tomorrow.

"I have heard that the ferry to Jiangbei and the traffic of Qianmo are well deserved, so it seems that there is no problem at all to go directly to the imperial capital in one day, but I don't know if there will be problems in such a staggered way......"

Yu Ting hadn't finished her words yet.

The horse team stopped suddenly, Chen Wuming had cultivated the caution since the "Demon Cave", and immediately slowly opened the curtain of the carriage at this time, and saw a group of people in mourning clothes, and behind them was a wooden coffin lifted by eight people, and the white money was scattered like snow in the sky.

The emperor has a rule, and he must be polite whenever he encounters a funeral.

Chen Wuming only stared at the wooden coffin that was as stable as Mount Tai through the subtlety outside the car curtain, only eight steps, Chen Wuming easily drove the curtain.

"Be careful. ”

Chen Wuming only said that in the neat team, every step would not be so regular, and there was even a little change under the "measuring ruler".

In this case, in Chen Wuming's opinion, there are only disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the Heavenly Demon Sect has a kind of magic skill that makes people into puppets, and there are only a handful of people who have learned it, but in this form, there is only one person among the people that Chen Wuming knows, the dead man Ah Liang, the title of the Heavenly Demon Sect - Liang, the strength is only the Three Treasures, but it is claimed that no one can kill him, because he is already a dead man.

Chen Wuming hoped that it wasn't him, because he was really evil and not within the scope of that demonic skill.

Murong Jiu and Zhang Jun in front of them didn't move, they just watched from afar, but there was a funeral procession in this kind of place, not to mention that there was no possibility that the interest rate was very small, and it was inevitable that they would not be vigilant, Murong Jiu's "willow leaves" had long been hidden in their sleeves, and Zhang Jun's sword had been erected on his waist.

The funeral procession came from the left avenue, but they changed direction and turned to the front of the team, they walked very slowly, and only the paper money they spilled was enough to pave the way, and Murong Jiu and Zhang Jun were not as good as them.

I watched the team drift away until it was completely out of sight of the soldiers.

Chen Wuming in the carriage breathed a sigh of relief with extreme exaggeration, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and he thought happily: "Probably not him, he won't let go of the team that saw him, or any Chen people." ”

Chen Wuming had seen that person with his own eyes, obviously a dead man, and called him a person: "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world." But it's not excessive.

The only thing that can prove that he is a dead man is that extremely cold face, and his expression never changes in the slightest.

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I walked for a long time with white money, and I didn't see that team again.

It's just that there is still white money everywhere ahead.

Murong Jiu saw the strangeness and calmed down: "The trick of the Heavenly Demon Sect." ”

Zhang Jun agreed, then raised the horse wine and poured a big mouthful, and said, "How dare a Heavenly Demon Sect come to the Northern Soil, and what can he do? ”

Turning his head to look at Murong Jiu, he was still full of doubts, and he was helpless: "The soldiers will come to block it, and the water will cover it, I'm afraid they won't succeed!"

Murong Jiu was noncommittal when he heard this, and naturally understood, not to mention whether it was a real Heavenly Demon Sect disciple or not, if he came to the north to do evil, he would kill himself, after all, there were still Confucians on the Demon Division of Chen Guozhen, and there were many people in and outside the palace, but they always felt that things should not be so simple.

Summing up his spirits, Murong Jiu raised his voice slightly: "Soldiers, today's demons and evils, on Yangguan Road, there is white money everywhere, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid. ”

Because Murong Jiu's voice was not high, the soldiers came casually, in their opinion, such a thing was commonplace, after all, it may not be a mourning procession, maybe it happened to be another mourning team left before.

"It's just a funeral procession, you won't have seen it, I can see it every time I go to the doctor with the master, don't be surprised. Yuting comforted Chen Wuming, who was still palpitating.

Chen Wuming was sure that at least that team was a real puppet, and the puppet only belonged to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

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The convoy traveled for a long time, and finally saw the end of the blank paper.

Spooky.

A vacant lot of white money disappeared, there was a tombless tomb in that place, and the strange thing was that there were more than a dozen dead bodies next to the tomb, all dressed in black, but the wounds were hateful, and all of them were broken in several spiritual veins that were most prone to bleeding, and the blood stained the grave bright red around it.

Murong Jiu and Zhang Jun looked at each other for a while, and Murong Jiu jumped off his horse and walked forward, starting to inspect the black-clothed ......

After a long time on the horse, he whispered to Zhang Jun next to him: "The dead soldiers of the Imperial City, there is no token, dig a grave?"

Zhang Jun thought about it for a long time, and whispered: "Withdraw!"

Murong Jiu did not hesitate, although Zhang Jun was ranked below Murong Jiu, he was a veteran of the battlefield, Murong Jiu's elder in the true sense, Shan Ge was not there, only what he said was absolutely authoritative.

After walking a few steps, Zhang Jun slowly turned back.

It's not without suspicion, and even Zhang Jun is sixty percent sure, then there is a Heavenly Demon Sect disciple hidden in it, who may have come for Chen Wuming, but Zhang Jun is seriously injured, and only Murong Jiu ...... , Zhang Jun is reluctant to gamble.

The soldiers were not afraid.

It's just that Chen Wuming didn't dare to be silent, and even lightly covered Yuting's mouth, but just when he passed by the grave, a sudden demon wind blew, and the curtain of the car opened.

Chen Wuming whispered: "It's you." ”

There was no response......

Nothing happened, and everyone left unharmed.

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It's just that Chen Wuming and the others disappeared for a long time, and in the forest behind the tomb, more than a dozen white-clothed people slowly appeared, only placing the corpse of the black-clothed dead soldier that Murong Jiu had turned back into its original position, and began to pay respects before arriving at the grave......

The process of memorial is very cumbersome, but no one around is disturbed, until the sun sets, more than a dozen white clothes turn to leave, just take a few steps, the clothes on their bodies begin to change, become the clothes of the Chen people, looking at the direction of their departure, it is the direction of Chen Wuming and others leaving.

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"I just accidentally glanced at it, the method of killing those people in black is too scary, I have seen countless tragic situations in my medical practice, but to speak, the person who did it shows that the medical skills are still above me, from the determination of the meridians to the length of the cutting knife......, there is no flaw at all," Yu Ting said to Chen Wuming in disbelief.

Chen Wuming only said that he was noncommittal, the Heavenly Demon Sect's demonic skills and yin poison should be able to accommodate all rivers, as for the medical skills that Yu Ting said, Chen Wuming did not doubt it, but in the hands of the Heavenly Demon Sect, it could not be regarded as "medical skills" but killing techniques and evil arts.

"The ten pills that I said were good, or give them to me at the end of each month, the two pills I took before are counted as a week. "Chen Wuming will only respond.

"Speaking of this, my refining medicine is actually not to save people and help people eat, but it is only ten pills, in fact, it is just a medical skill study for me. "Yu Ting is a straight color.

"Can you tell me in advance who threatened me? ”

"Don't you want to regret it?" Yu Ting worried.

"Naturally not, I'm just worried about ......" Chen Wuming stopped when he wanted to speak.

That "good" is mostly for him, Chen Wuming doesn't want to be taken away by him, but Chen Wuming is not too sure, rather than being caught by him suddenly, it is better to help Yuting first but kill all the enemies.

Liang, Chen Wuming remembers seeing him for the first time.

On that day, it was he who woke up a few dead bodies and slaughtered Chen Wuming and others, Chen Wuming hid in Tibet, and accidentally discovered that the coffin of "Liang" would not be killed, and the coffin was open at that time, and Liang hid in it without knowing where he went.

All night, early the next morning, Chen Wuming discovered the movement and was about to leave quietly, but it was Liang who suddenly appeared in front of Chen Wuming.

"This coffin is for the dead to sleep in. ”

"Don't you think I'm not dead? ”

No one could directly do anything to Chen Wuming and the other three hundred people, but Chen Wuming definitely didn't care, but he let Chen Wuming go, and said, "You, don't count." ”