Three thousand miles of Yueyang, the snow is fluttering, and the city is full of blood and half of the city is mourning.

The heavy snow overnight did not wash away the smell of the sky, but it also covered up a lot of blood and rotten flesh on the ground.

Last night, there were no screams and roars, and there were no more children's cries. The people in the city were a little more comfortable, and they were finally able to sleep peacefully.

"Giggle..."

The rooster crows, and the sky is not dawn...

Some of the early risers, wrapped in cotton clothes, carried lanterns and patrolled the streets...

Yueyang in the morning light seemed particularly empty. Except for some people who also came out to patrol with lanterns, only the letter horses that galloped from the official road from time to time remained.

The snow had not been cleared for several days, and there was a knee-deep pothole under my feet, and the original outlines of the buildings and streets were covered in silver. This also made it a lot of effort for the hawkers who had to run street stalls to recover from the deep snow the camp life they had abandoned when they fled in a panic the day before.

Fortunately, those strongmen are not real mountain bandits, otherwise this little common man will not have a good time in the future...

When the shopkeepers came back from a walk around the streets and alleys near their shops, they were finally greatly relieved.

The strongman looks like he's gone...

Today, I can finally operate normally, earn a few small money, and live a hard life.

One after another, people came out of the houses in the city, carrying their loads or carts, and rushed to the markets in the city. The fishing boats on the banks of the river are gradually approaching, and the streets that used to be a little bustling have begun to be sold with courage.

Yueyang City, which was almost suffocated by the two-day slaughter, only then did it seem to have some popularity...

Yueyang Tower in the north of the city

Since yesterday night, there have been many, many more letters and horses coming and going than usual. Almost as soon as the former stepped on the stairs, the latter drove his horse to the end of the night.

"Report, 4,000 people from the Pure Yang Temple, left the city and went north with the Heavenly Maiden..."

"Report! The Seven Stars Dean went down the mountain to the scripture building..."

"Report! The Northland replied, and the investigation was fruitless. ”

"Report ......"

In the largest wing upstairs, the oil lamp was not lit all night. The seven male and female wealthy businessmen who sat randomly inside also did not close their eyes all night.

"I can't find his figure in the whole eastern soil. You don't even have the slightest reliance, so you dare to suppress our net worth chips. I have to admire your courage!"

"This is called seeking wealth and danger..."

At present, the emperor and the divine calculation have joined forces to force the ghost plot into the north and shrink for 20 years. Now that his grandson has returned, do you think they have a chance to turn the tables? Why don't you want to think about how much wind and waves he can stir up when he is over 14 years old and has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation..."

Sitting by the window, a middle-aged man dressed as a master had a haggard face, and his mouth was opened and closed up and down angrily. And the object of his anger was the fat man who sent a few pages of letters to Xia Xun yesterday.

... Gold does not change.

He didn't show much melancholy, but absentmindedly pinched the two good-looking girls in his arms: "If you don't bet now, we probably won't even be able to save our lives in a while..."

The master squinted: "What did you calculate?"

Kim doesn't change his smile and doesn't say anything...

The bewitching woman sat on the edge of the round table on stilts, twisted a grape, and asked gently, "Do you know what that kid is hiding in his body?"

Jin Buchang leaned his nose to the fragrant shoulder of the girl in his arms, and sniffed it for a long time: "It is estimated that it is the bloodline of the divine soul of the ancient demon god... He doesn't wake up, and no one can guess what it is."

"Even if it's really the reincarnation of the demon god, it's not worth betting on our lives. Take a step back and say, what do the gods have to do with us little ghosts when they fight? It's a big deal that we just go south and hide..."The master thoughtfully tapped his finger on the windowsill.

Jin Buchang stood up with difficulty, waved his hand gently, and motioned for the two girls in his arms to retreat: "If I can hide, will I wade into this troubled water?"

"Brush"

The scholar sitting in the corner was middle-aged and a little impatient. He opened the fan suddenly: "Dead fatty! If you have any wontons, spit them out quickly, don't spit it out." It's annoying to listen to!"

Jin Buchang grinned disdainfully: "It is very likely that the sword soul of Pure Yang is still pregnant in the Seven Stars... And the one behind Qixing is likely to have already made a move. ”

The young woman turned her head suspiciously and said, "That's just a grudge between the rivers and lakes..."

"If it's really just a grievance, why should Kyoto meddle?" Jin Buchang grabbed a handful of grapes and said meaningfully.

As soon as these words came out, it was like five thunderbolts, which shocked the other six people in the room. Suddenly, everyone's faces were tired, and they all looked sideways and suspicious.

"What the hell do you want to say..."The master asked in a trembling voice.

Jin Buchang smiled slightly, picked the grapes one by one, and at the same time looked out the window and turned to the south.

"The fighting immortal is in Yueyang, how can we hide?"

“......”

The snow falling outside the window is much lighter than at night.

As more and more people came out of the city, the silver clothes were gradually removed, and Yueyang seemed to have returned to its former prosperous scene.

The busy vegetable market, the endless stream of prosperous commercial streets, and the Yingshui Wharf crowded with donkeys and horses. Almost everywhere there are people who have been suffocated by the past two days...

West of the city, Apricot Street.

"Get out of the way..."

"Driving"

Several Confucian scholars rushed through the streets, galloping wildly.

"Run!"

"They're here again..."

The sudden intrusion of a few gray-robed black horses suddenly frightened the vendors on the street to think that the war was going to start again, so they grabbed a handful of slightly expensive goods and fled in all directions...

"Drive..."

"Get out of the way..."

Several Confucian scholars seemed to be in a hurry.

They ran wildly, bumping into dozens of stalls and shops, and without slowing down, they drove to the largest pharmacy in Apricot Street.

"Royal..."

The Confucian scholar who ran at the front pulled the reins hard and forced the horse to stop. A beautiful volley jumped, jumped off the horse. I strode into the pharmacy...

"I want these herbs!"

"Smack!"

Confucius didn't say hello, he took out a page of yellow paper from his arms, and slapped it vigorously on the account table.

"This..."

“...”

The pharmacy shopkeeper was suddenly frightened by the fierce god who suddenly broke in. Not only trembling hands, but can barely lift the page of light yellow paper, let alone read it.

"This..."

"This medicine..."

The shopkeeper held the yellow paper in a panic and shook it for a long time, his tongue was slurred, and he didn't say a word.

Confucian Sheng also seemed to realize his previous abruptness, and hurriedly slowed down his fierce expression, took the porcelain cup next to him and handed it over, and said softly:

"Xiaosheng is impatient and rude for a while, please don't be surprised. It's just that the hospital urgently needs some medicinal materials to save people, so please hurry up..."

The shopkeeper took the porcelain cup tremblingly...

"Gollum..."

"Whew..."

When a large glass of water was poured down, the shopkeeper who was frightened and stupid breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said you little babies, you come out with swords every day to scare people... Hey"

As he spoke, he picked up the yellow paper again and looked at it carefully.

"I said that you have been quiet for so many years, a good Confucian holy land, what are you doing when you are always busy with some things fighting and killing..."

The shopkeeper kept nagging endlessly, picking up a pen from time to time to write a few words, and then handed the note to Xiao Er next to him to grab the medicine.

"We have most of these medicines, but these main drugs are not easy to handle. It's too precious, even if you run all over Yueyang City, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it all. And this 10,000-year-old ginseng, that is only available in the palace, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it..."It didn't take long for the shopkeeper to hand back the yellow paper to Confucius.

Confucius frowned slightly...

He wasn't surprised by this reply, as it was the twelfth pharmacy he had broken into today.

"Disturbed..."

He put down a piece of silver, put away the yellow paper, and hurriedly left with the packaged medicinal herbs.

"Drive..."

After the Confucian Sheng went out, he didn't talk nonsense, jumped on the horse, and galloped all the way away, and then set off a mess...

In fact

At this moment, something like this is happening in all the big and small pharmacies in Yueyang City.

And the end result is all similar, all fruitless...

Ask the sky,

The small bamboo house on the top of the big hill faintly emitted a little red light, flickering bright and dark.

On the square in front of the mountainside building, twelve eight-foot Dan furnaces were placed in a ring, and a three-zhang medicine tripod was placed in the center. The No. 100 Confucian is either fanning the fire or taking medicine, and he is busy. There are more Confucian scholars, holding the refined pills to the bamboo house on the top of the mountain, up and down.

"Royal..."

Asked about the Tianshan Pass, a black horse stopped forcibly, and a figure rolled down and flew to the top of the mountain at high speed...

The speed of the comers was extremely fast, and I saw a wisp of green light galloping from the mountains, but there was no wind.

"Did you buy the main medicine?"

The figure was still a short distance from the top of the mountain, and the anxious Bai Xiu couldn't help but shout and ask.

Before the words fell, the figure had already swept to the front of the house. I saw him sweating profusely, obviously because he had exhausted a lot of physical strength from running around before: "The thousand-year-old ginseng was sold out by us this morning, and it will take three days for the pharmacy to transfer the goods." There is no goods in the city of old ginseng and Lingzhi that are more than 10,000 years old, and they have sent disciples to look for them. As for rare treasures such as dragon blood and barilla flowers, there are no eyebrows for the time being. ”

As soon as these words came out, Bai Xiu was suddenly in a hurry.

"Old man Cao!, what should I do? Ask the heavens, ginseng elixir or something, are they gone, do you still have a private collection!" she looked at the Cao Pavilion Master beside her at a loss.

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion was also full of bitterness at this time: "Little Ancestor... In order to hang his life, we have already burned all the treasures in the medicine store. Where else can there be left..."

"What about the medicine depot over there in Qixing, they still have a dragon vein, and their family background must be thicker than yours, right?" Bai Xiu was even more anxious.

"Uh..."

Pavilion Lord Cao smiled helplessly: "The dragon vein of the Seven Stars was gnawed by that kid not long ago, and as for their medicine store..."

"It burned out last night..."

Bai Xiu's expression suddenly withered: "That... That... What should I do?"

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion patted her shoulder with pity and comforted her softly: "Don't worry! Mr. and Senior Sister are guarding inside, and he can't die for a while..."

"What about after that?" Luo Jue, who was standing behind Bai Xiu, asked first.

"Tsk..."

Pavilion Master Cao grinned and looked at Luo Jue angrily: "Can you speak?"

"Say!" Bai Xiu raised his head sharply, staring at Pavilion Master Cao

"Uh..."

The Pavilion Master Cao seemed to be really afraid of his little apprentice. casually cast a sinister gaze, and he trembled with fright.

"Hey"

"The heart is broken, and the vitality is gone. In fact, he is no different from a dead man now. If there is no more divine alchemy, then when these mortal medicines are burned out, he will only be able to die..."

“......”

The stone plank path on the top of the mountain connects to the building, and people send medicine to and from one after another.

Every time the medicine arrived, the peony girl would hurriedly come out and open the door to get the medicine, and quickly close the door. In this open and closed room, the terrifying blood in the room will always escape out without stopping, dyeing the world red for a moment.

The white embroidery, which has been thinking about for a long time, seems to have decided something.

"Let's go!"

She just spat out a word resolutely, and walked down the hill without looking back.

Luo Jue behind him hurriedly followed.

The wind is Xiao Xiao, and the backs of the two downhills are also Xiao Xiao. There is a feeling that the strong man is gone...

At this time, there was only one Cao Pavilion Lord left outside the house on the top of the mountain.

He seemed to be thinking about something, looking at the two who were leaving, motionless.

“......”

"The ghost plot can't really be calculated, right?"