In the evening of the same day, Wang Ruoli carried Fang Xiaomu into Motai City.

Although the Nanjing City in front of it has just been broken by the army of Qi Nanguo, what surprised Wang Ruoli is that this Motai City, which is not far from Nanjing, is not heavily guarded, and the city gate is wide open, and the carriages, horses and pedestrians come and go, which is also quite frequent.

The two walked slowly on the wide street, but Fang Xiaomu behind them, like a piece of wood, silently followed Wang Ruoli.

At this time, Wang Ruoli was beating a drum in his heart, secretly thinking to himself, this Motai City is located in the south, I don't know what kind of deacon of the Wang family who is sitting in this city, and which faction he belongs to?

It's just that now that he has returned to Jingxiang, it is the best policy to get in touch with the family, first, to inform his father that they are at ease, and second, to have an extra guarantee for their own safety.

Seeing the bustling part of the street, there is a wide and long signboard hanging flag, fluttering in the wind, it is the four big characters of "Wang's Bookstore", Wang Ruoli made up his mind, took Fang Xiaomu, and walked straight in.

Wang Ruoli walked between the bookshelves and patiently observed the surroundings, but saw that several scholars were not far away, picking up miscellaneous books, and refuting each other for a strange remark.

Just as Wang Ruoli walked to the poetry book area, he suddenly saw a "Homecoming Doll Book" on the shelf, and he couldn't help but think about it.

Wang Ruoli picked up the booklet, came to the shopkeeper's table, and threw the book in front of the shopkeeper, and his tone was very dissatisfied: "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid that your "Homecoming Doll Book" is pirated! The author is obviously from Jingyang, why is your Wang's book store printed as Xunziren's?"

Is there a place name?

The shopkeeper was an old man with a white beard, squinting a pair of small eyes, approaching, looking at the back of the "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book", and it was written, "Author: He Zhang, Yongxing people." ”

The old man hesitated slightly, then squinted his eyes again, looked at Wang Ruoli for a while, but he was not annoyed, he just stroked his beard, and said politely: "You don't know anything, just because Jingyang paper is expensive, most of these authors are grandiose and can't be counted!"

"Since Jingyang paper is expensive, why didn't the Jingyang family send people to Xun Seeds to buy market paper?" Wang Ruoli was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but look at this delicate old man.

The old man also looked Wang Ruoli up and down, and said word by word: "The buying merchant arrived ten days ago, but the market paper is hard to find, and the search is fruitless." ”

"It's a big deal, who is entrusted?" Wang Ruo was overjoyed and couldn't help asking.

"The surname is Pei Mingqiong, and he is the personal guard of Jingyang City Paper. The old man stared at Wang Ruoli carefully, as if he wanted to see a clue from his words and expression.

"This book, Young Master Ben bought it!" Wang Ruoli finally landed in his heart.

"Distinguished guests, please come into the inner room and wait!" the old man got up and led Wang Ruoli into the inner hall to rest.

After about half a pillar of incense, I saw a few young men with knives at their waists and eager faces coming in hurriedly at the door of the bookstore, and the first person was Pei Qiong.

Pei Qiong walked into the inner hall, and saw Wang Ruoli on the side of the bookcase, who was flipping through the book, she was inexplicably excited for a while, hurriedly bowed down, and said in a trembling voice: "Young master, you are all safe, it's really good!"

The white old man's name was Feng Xide, a subordinate of the deacon of the Wang family in Motai City, and when he saw that their master and servant had reunited after a long absence, and after letting the waiter finish serving tea, he retreated very sensibly and retreated outside the room with a few guards, leaving only Wang Ruoli and Pei Qiong to sit and talk.

Wang Ruoli finally learned about the situation in Nanjing City from Pei Qiong.

At that time, Hu Bugui, the general of the north of the town of Qinanguo, attacked Nanjing City, and the officers and troops defending the city were invincible, and they were defeated in all directions, and the lord of Nanjing City and a number of captains were killed in battle.

As for the people who were sent by the three major families to sit in Nanjing City, Wang Tianyang of the Wang family, Xie Xuanqi of the Xie family, and Sima Jin of the Sima family, transferred industries, materials and personnel in the siege war.

Except for the Xie family's bad luck, they encountered the Qinan army in the retreat, and were surrounded by the other party and the whole army was annihilated, and the Wang family and the Sima family all withdrew from Nanjing City without danger. However, Wang Tianyang suffered a slight arm injury during the retreat, but fortunately it was fine.

However, Wang Tianyang, who was still in retreat that day, received a message from Yu Lao, hearing that his only son was missing, and Wunei was anxious, so on the way back, he arranged for his subordinates to spread out the scope together with the guards in the Jingyang Wang's Mansion, and searched the entire Jingxiang country, and contacted old friends, business alliances, dart bureaus, mercenaries, etc., to investigate in many ways, but unfortunately there has been no news for a month.

Pei Qiong and his entourage of four people were arranged to find the group in Motai City, fortunately they were lucky, today the shopkeeper of the bookstore sent someone to report, saying that there was news of the young master, and several people rushed over in a hurry.

Hearing that his father was fine, Wang Ruoli finally put his mind at ease.

"Young Master, there is another news, I don't know if it is useful?" Pei Qiong thought about it and said.

"What's the matter?" Wang Ruoli was interested.

"There is news from Nanjing City, two days ago, three sects close to Qi Nanguo were wiped out, and I heard that there was not even a dog left!" Pei Qiong approached and said in a low voice, "According to rumors, it may have been done by people from Jingxiang Academy!"

Wang Ruoli couldn't help but think of the group of family members and Jingxiang students led by the outstanding children of the three major families.

It's just that it's none of his business, Wang Ruoli said lightly: "It's okay, don't pay attention to it!"

That night, Wang Ruoli Fang Xiaomu and Pei Qiong stayed at the Motai Wang's house, and met the deacon of the Motai City Wang family, who was short and short, with a small belly, and was a little old man over fifty years old.

Wang Ruoli learned from Pei Qiong's quiet introduction that this little old man's name was Wang Guangli, who was born in the side branch of the Wang family, had mediocre qualifications when he was young, but he worked hard in his later years, and finally at the age of forty-one, he successfully entered the foundation building period, and was therefore reused by the Council of Elders and was assigned as a deacon in Motai City.

Wang Ruoli was in his heart, secretly comparing, with this Wang Guangli's cultivation, I am afraid that even Wang Ruoming is inferior, not to mention Wang Ruoqing, who has already entered the foundation cultivation period, as a city deacon, he is not even as good as the younger generation?

But after thinking about it again, the average level of the deacons in the various cities of the Wang family should be within the three paths of the base field (building the foundation, cultivating the foundation, and refining the foundation), and those who cultivate like their own father are probably a special case!

That night, Wang Guangli personally set up a banquet for Wang Ruoli to wash the dust, and drank happily during the banquet.

Early the next morning, Wang Ruoli took Pei Qiong and others to leave on horseback and set off to return to Jingyang, just because Fang Xiaomu was still young, so he still rode a horse with Wang Ruoli.

A few people traveled lightly and at night, and in less than five days, they had traveled more than 2,000 miles.