There were more than 200 people when they set off, but they were killed and wounded after a big battle, and some people took advantage of the 'chaos' to flee and did not know where to go, and now there are less than 100 people who can barely walk. ⊙ Suimeng novel, -79- Fortunately, the Wanling 'Gate' has a lot of money and has prepared two powerful back-ups, otherwise it is possible that this team will be wiped out.

At this time, everyone was not only sad in their hearts, but also afraid, and there was silence for a while.

The beast cart was still running through the snow, but there was no cheerful voice in the procession, and the wounded monks were carried to the cart, while the rest of the people sat or walked, and only buried their heads in the road. Fang Yan's return to the team did not attract much attention, even the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect who were traveling with him, and there was an oppressive atmosphere in the entire caravan.

In the evening, the convoy stopped in a mortal village as the sun shone brightly. It is said that he led people to chase and kill the bandit leader, but he has not returned so far, so everyone can only stay here for the time being, while waiting for the return of those people.

In the entire caravan, I am afraid that only Fang Yan knows the whereabouts of those people, thinking that after they entered the thieves' nest, they saw the hundreds of 'women', with their identity as disciples of the famous 'sect', it is impossible to see death without help, it is natural to delay for some time, but at this moment, the larger team should have been on the road.

After a short time, the caravan that had just settled down saw people rushing back and forth, and the monk who was temporarily in charge of the foundation also began to shout everywhere, and ordered everyone to quickly unload a few carts, and then 'draw' more than ten people to follow him and hurried out of the village.

The rest of the people became panicked again, not knowing what had happened, and their faces were full of horror. But at this moment, I saw a Tsukiji monk flying from a distance, it was the person who had followed him to chase and kill the bandit leader, and without waiting for everyone to ask, he immediately began to give orders.

They set up a few more tents, went to the village to seek accommodation, and bought food and wood from the villagers, so that everyone looked at each other and was confused. But looking at this person's tiger face, his expression was quite annoyed, and wherever anyone dared to ask 'messily', they all obediently did what he said.

Seeing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh secretly, it's strange that this person has a good face. Although this is also a great good deed, they are caravans after all, and they have to carry such a burden, and it is not easy to let go, otherwise the reputation of the sect will be greatly damaged, and they will inevitably be punished by the division.

At night, a little fire suddenly appeared in the snow outside the village, and then a noise came from far and near, only to see that the few beast carts that had gone out earlier were back at this time, and the shadows behind seemed to be following many people. Everyone in the caravan was even more suspicious, and they all gathered around the entrance of the village to watch, and when they saw the leading foundation building monk with a calm face, their hearts felt a little calm.

Soon, the crowd got closer and closer, and it was the monk of the Ten Thousand Souls 'Gate' who led the team, who flew over with a few people first, and then whispered with a few monks who stayed in the village and town. And those behind him only now saw that all the black pressure was a 'woman', and when they saw the onlookers with a 'look' of fear on their faces, fortunately, someone immediately stepped forward to talk to them and arrange food and lodging.

Only then did everyone 'figure' it out, and for a while there were all kinds of expressions, and they were more glad that they finally didn't have to worry about this gang of bandits. During the night, the caravan and the hundreds of rescued 'women' lived here, and the remote village became lively, but these were mortal stories, and the monks had their own things to do.

The next day, the caravan set out as usual, but the number of people was much larger, and the roof of the cart was naturally reserved for these frightened 'women' to sit on, and the monks followed on both sides of the beast cart. With a lot of mortals, the speed is much slower, but compared to trekking through the mountains, it is much faster.

And this place is not as desolate as in the mountains and forests, the further you go, the more smoke gradually rises in the villages and towns, and some of them look like the area around Hujun Mountain back then. A few days later, the caravan came to a newly built town, not too large, but well guarded by walls, and inhabited by many inhabitants, the most prosperous place they had ever visited.

After entering the city, everyone's faces were relaxed, and they could finally recuperate here and wash away their physical and mental fatigue. Who knew that this break would be ten days long, and this was a small city dominated by mortals, and the monks had nowhere to go, so they couldn't help but feel bored after a long time, so they asked those low-level disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls 'Gate' to inquire about the news.

Unexpectedly, all of these people seemed to have disappeared suddenly, except for a few foundation building monks left in the 'gate'. Moreover, these people are in a hurry every day, and they don't know what they are busy with, and everyone does not dare to ask each other, so they have to live patiently and have nothing to do every day.

Until this day, many strange monks came to the caravan's residence, all of whom were brought by disciples of the Wanling 'Gate', and they will be replenished to this caravan from now on. It turned out that a few days ago, they contacted the Shang Pavilion of the Wanling 'Gate' in the nearby area, and urgently transferred a group of monks, and the low-level disciples in the 'Gate' went to pick them up, and it was said that they also brought some urgently needed supplies.

In order to deal with the robbers that day, two powerful treasures were used successively, and these losses must be replenished in time, otherwise they will not be able to come in handy next time. During this time, they went to the nearest immortal city to handle these things, and at the same time, they happened to gradually restore the spiritual power of the two treasures, and now they have basically completed, and they will set off again in the near future.

Hearing that these people finally put their hearts at ease, they also admired the old way of the Wanling 'Gate' very much, no wonder the business in South Vietnam was so big, and the clues could be seen from this small caravan alone. However, this is also thanks to the huge commercial network of the Wanling 'Gate' in South Vietnam, which is almost pervasive, and such a complicated thing can be done quietly in this small city, and it may be difficult for any sect 'Gate' to do it easily.

A few days later, the caravan set out again, and the number of people was not much different from when it left Zhennan City, and the rescued 'women' had been quietly settled these days, without alarming anyone. Speaking of this, even the dialect has some emotion, the Wanling 'Gate' is indeed open to the sky, and it is inextricably linked with the world, and this sect' 'Gate' is really incomprehensible.

After this rest, the rest of the journey became unusually smooth, and most of the roads were flat, and the journey could be traveled hundreds of miles in a day, which was obviously much faster than before.

More than two months passed, and the end point of the caravan, Liantian City, finally appeared in front of him, and Fang Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, there should be no more 'waves' on the way home. As an immortal city under the rule of the Great Instrument Sect, the representative of Nanyue alchemy, it is needless to say that the prosperity in the refining heaven city is a concentrated 'exchange' place for spiritual materials and magic weapons in the entire Nanyue country, and refining shops abound.

But Fang Yan didn't have any intention of this, and after entering the city, he directly found a shop in Qingyuan Sect in the city according to what Su Yingxue said, and took out the sect's 'door' seal and 'handed' it to the shopkeeper. Then without saying a word, this person came to the Great Instrument Sect with the dialect, and stepped on the secret teleportation array dedicated to the 'gates' of the two sects, and immediately the dialect was already within the scope of the Qingyuan Sect.

From the end of his life, the dialect never revealed his true identity, and the man had no intention of listening, and did not ask a word until he sent the dialect away.

"Finally back. The familiar scene in front of him made Fang Yan unable to resist the 'agitation' in his heart for a while, and now he finally returned to the place where he thought about it day and night. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the experience of the past few years, and suddenly felt like a dream, but he didn't stop for half a minute under his feet, and flew to his spiritual peak like a lightning speed, and even forgot about reporting to the sect's 'gate'.

Soon the haunting spiritual peak appeared in front of him, green mountains and waterfalls, paths and pavilions, everything was still so peaceful and peaceful. Fang Yan couldn't help but let out a long whistle, flew quickly to the front of the pavilion, and shouted loudly: "Mother, I'm back, Yan'er is back!"

(I love my college)

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