Du Yuan didn't care about copyright issues, and poked Red Sleeves with his elbow, "I said, are you really from the Qing Dynasty?" Red Sleeves smiled proudly, "Little Xianrou, are you scared? Hurry up and call Grandma and send you a red envelope." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Du Yuan is not as old-fashioned as Zhang Liao, even if he believes it, there is no psychological barrier." I just thought it was funny, and then I smirked, "Grandma, shall we have a relationship?" instead, he made a big red face for Red Sleeves.

Red Sleeves diverted the topic and urged Dan Lao to ask, "Let's go astray, what should we do with my sister?" Can't you use the talisman to teleport back?" The coordinates preset on those matches are the position of Danyuan relative to this time and space. Now that the time and space have changed, the relative location of it is very different from the Dan Garden, and they will never be able to return to the Dan Garden on their own. ”

In Chengdu's golden horde, there are only catties. Torre continues to look at the front submissions: ...... In the valley, there were nine demons out of the battle, each of them casting secret methods, the camp of wounded wolf teeth was in front, and the high priest of Banzha was captured. King Zong Kuoduan, who was affected by fire and thunder, fainted in front of the battle. Our soldiers bravely resisted. The high priest reappeared and said bluntly: This is not an ordinary bandit, they are all messengers of the gods, and they have been ordered to dissuade our troops from stopping the killing. The commander of the thousand, Duo Ta Nabo, ordered our troops to retreat to Chengdu to rest. High priest of Banza, go with the messenger to the gods.

Torre tore up the parchment, "Where did you come from, Messenger of the Gods!" Banza is as stupid as Broadend. Nine southerners repelled thousands of our Mongol troops, which was a disgrace! Borshu, passing on my order, transferred the royal department of the sect to carry food for the rear army. Mu Huali, you personally led 50,000 horses and marched westward. Without my order, you are not allowed to turn back, and you will be killed until the mountain eagle cannot fly. The two generals brazenly took the order to pay the account. Torre thought about it again, and something was wrong, so he summoned Yin Zhenren to meet him.

After a short time, a square-faced Taoist came to the tent, and the two of them bowed to each other and sat down. Torre changed into a mouthful of Chinese and said, "It has been four years since Qiu Zhenren set foot in the crane west. Fortunately, Yin Zhenren accompanied our army and sincerely helped, I thank you for my father. This Yin Zhenren listened, with a trace of bitterness on his face, and arched his hand, "Don't dare, I'm ashamed." Zhiping kept in mind the teachings of his master and assisted the Khan, not to be martial. The world is big, not what you and I think. A mortal can not take it all in his life. But I ask the marshal to be sympathetic to the suffering of the common people, and to treat the living beings well where the iron hoof has plundered, so as to accumulate and feed the society for thousands of years. ”

This was true, but Torre was in full swing and did not put it in his heart, and replied to him, "Daomen should have such good thoughts. My army is also part of the expedition. As long as Song Min puts down his swords and guns and is a slave with peace of mind, he will naturally have a good life. Yin Zhiping listened, and just wanted to persuade again, but was interrupted by Torrey waving his hand, "I called you here today, there is an important matter." Lord Banza, the high priest of the shaman who accompanied the army, was kidnapped by a group of demons in Qingcheng Mountain. I suspect that someone from the Daomen did it. Do you have any clues?" Yin Zhiping was taken aback, "Lord Banza and I have always been like-minded, although we have different beliefs, but he has a frank and amiable personality, and we often exchange spells together. I hope there is no danger! Qingcheng is known as an important town of Taoism, and your suspicions are not impossible. Poor Dao didn't have a clue for a while, but if he was trusted, he was willing to go there in person and find out. As for whether or not the High Priest can be brought back, it depends on his creation. ”

Torre thanked him and gave a pair of ox bone waist cards to Yin Zhenren to facilitate walking in troubled times. Yin Zhiping came out of the account, did not ride a horse, nor did he prepare himself, only took a long sword, and went straight out of the West City Gate. Seeing that there were no more Mongolian troops near Zuo, Fang Shichang let out a long breath. In the past few days, there has been a mass slaughter in the city, and he is unstoppable with one hand, and he is powerless, and he is ashamed of his master's dying entrustment. He secretly made up his mind, this way, it doesn't matter if he can find Banza, he can save a few more Li people, and he can be considered at ease.

Zhang Liao and Wen Congxin roughly figured out the details of Zhizheng and Zong Fang, and knew that they were not hostile forces, so they felt a little at ease. A team formed by everyone temporarily, in this turbulent autumn, joined forces to carry out cautious exploration. Zhizheng didn't find Du Yuan, and he was a little disappointed, but Zong Fang was not. She originally thought that what she took over this time was a painless case, and there was no merit at all. I didn't expect such an adventure. If one day, when he returns to the bureau and writes an earth-shattering report, he can't help but want to laugh when he thinks about the surprised appearance of Director Bian. Of course, so far, apart from the fact that a large number of ancients were killed, there is no other valuable material, so I simply walk around and see more. As for the only concern, I don't know how to get back into the bureau yet. Forget it, don't think about it yet, just follow everyone.

When everyone went out of the valley, Zhang Liao pointed to the messy horseshoe prints, indicating that they could not go east, and the Mongol army was in the direction of Chengdu. Zhizheng suggested going south, along the line of Ya'an and Emei, and passing through Yunnan. This road is high and dangerous, which is not conducive to the advance of the cavalry, so it must be relatively safe. If you want to go back to the 21st century, you have to save your life first. Zhi Zheng was born in the army, and knew that no matter which dynasty or generation, with the strength of a mere individual, he could not stop the crushing of the giant wheel of war.

Others have no opinion, including Wen Congxin. She only thought that as long as there was a crisis, she would pull Zhang Liao and Erpi back to Danyuan in an instant. As for the other two, I can only apologize - this unit's commuter car, seats are limited, and standing tickets are not sold.

At this time, the sky is bright, and the air in Da Song is really good. The oxygen is very abundant, and the greening along the road is good, not the credit of the forestry department, but the lack of felling, and the lush greenery everywhere. The official road is also passable, although it is a dirt road, it is quite smooth. It is much narrower than in later generations, but it is wider than there are no motor vehicles to grab the road.

Zhang Liao's body method is slightly inferior to Wen Congxin, but relying on his height and long legs, he can also faintly catch up. Zhizheng is not weak, although he has not had the creation of the refining body, only with his amazing understanding, he has learned a body of exercises from the scriptures of Master Xingduan. It's just that Zong Fang suffered, this comrade of the 749 special service tombstone, ran all the way, chasing other people's race walks. Rao is physically strong, and he is gradually sweating.

In the villages abandoned by refugees along the way, he brought an ownerless horse and let Zong Fang ride it. Although she did not have a saddle, the simple reins finally relieved her suffering temporarily. The four of them went all the way south, gradually moving away from the war-torn place, and occasionally, they could hear the song of the woodcutter in the mountains and forests, and sometimes they could also see the laundry village woman, waving a mallet by the river. This kind of retro leisurely scenery is quite rare for modern people. Everyone's mood is gradually improving.

Survival in the wild is not difficult for these people. In particular, Zong Fang has had systematic and special training, but he stands out and guides everyone to collect the most effective daily necessities. Zhang Liao learned as he walked, and his knowledge grew a lot. Of course, Zong Fang's personal consumption is also the most, and the other three have all faintly reached the realm of the flesh of the dining style and drinking dew, and in any dynasty, they are all considered half-immortal bodies.

At dusk, a large river crossed in front of him, and the river was turbulent and surging. Everyone took their ways, and the horse was already tired and out of strength, foaming at the mouth, lying on the grass by the roadside, refusing to get up again.

"This is the Jinsha River, which is already on the provincial border according to the division of later generations. Further south, there is the land of Yunnan. Zhi Zheng pointed to Jiang Shui and explained. Zhang Liao looked along the river, in a mist, there were many shadows, a cross-river iron cable, from north to south, proudly leaping. I couldn't help but admire, "I didn't expect that the Great Song Dynasty would have such a technology, and it would turn the moat into a thoroughfare!" Zong Fang stroked his hair, "You can't underestimate the Southern Song Dynasty, it's very rich." It is a well-known high-income and high-consumption dynasty in history. High technology, more money, more technology, such a virtuous circle, almost entered capitalism ahead of schedule, but it is a pity that ......" said the right interface, "but it is a pity that everyone only thinks about arrogance, which leads to the rampant use of sissies, the weak morale of the people, and the waste of armaments." The Great Khan shot the eagle on horseback, and the emperor led his neck to be cut. This great world of flowers and flowers is just a wedding dress for people. ”

The veteran sighed infinitely, and the female spy also felt a lot. Erpi jumped down from the shoulder of the heart and dragged a hare out of the grass, and it was the only one, not caring about the change of dynasty, focusing on the pleasure of the mouth. "Let's cross the river!" Zhang Liao waved his hand and took the lead in running towards the northern end of the iron cable in the dense fog.

The others were not in a hurry, they followed slowly, and suddenly saw Zhang Liao in front of them, squatting on the side of the road, gesturing to them, meaning to stay hidden. Is there a situation?

In this section of the Jinsha River, there is only one rope, and the strong man's wrist is thick, and it is composed of interlocking iron chains. It is not for people to hang upside down and slide, the usage is that travelers put down wooden rafts or inflatable sheepskin rafts in the river, and the boatmen use an iron hook on the top of a penny to hook the iron rope on their heads to keep the hull of the boat from being swept downstream by the unusually turbulent river water, and then row to the opposite bank little by little.

At this moment, the sun is setting, and a touch of sunset reflects the river. At the south end of the iron cable, seven or eight people came, all of whom did not take the usual path, jumped on top of the iron cable in turn, pulled away from each other for a distance, and the feet were dotted, the sleeves of their robes fluttered, and they strode like flying, and went straight to the north bank. Zhang Liao saw through the mist and vaguely saw the color of their robes, either purple or yellow. The iron rope was trampled by many people, and the frequency was always not chaotic, showing that these people cooperated very well before and after.

Zhi Zheng slowly squatted behind Zhang Liao and whispered, "It's a lama." ”