Zhutian Avenue

On the official road more than 20 miles away from Anyang House, people come and go and business is endless.

"What a handsome teenager ..."

Some people inadvertently looked up and looked at the young boy in white riding on the red horse not far away, and couldn't help but marvel.

The young boy was dressed in a white robe, clean and fine-looking, his skin was fair and shiny, his eyes were deep and bright above the tall nose bridge, his eyebrows slanted up into the chin, and his long black hair was tied behind his back, which followed the rise and fall of the horse. move.

The whole person exudes a vitality that cannot be ignored.

Many other pedestrians also glanced at him a lot, and some of the carriages even looked secretly at young girls.

As his eyes shifted, he hurriedly lowered the curtain.

"Sure enough, the old Taoist clinging to the old man is not as good as the heroic young Lang."

An Qi shook his head.

The boy in white is naturally him.

Even before Ming Wu Dan Jin, he was able to control the changes in bones and bones, let alone now.

Carrying blood a little, emitting a ray of vitality, has completely changed his breath and body.

Even if there are any strange functions in this world depending on the bone age, it can only be seen that he is now in his twenties, and it is impossible to see that he is now nearly a hundred years old at this time.

An Qisheng looked back and looked at Anyang House.

In his eyes, Anyang House ’s “qi” was very disordered, and the meaning of soldiers and soldiers filled the sky. Obviously his disappearance made some people excited.

However, he didn't care about this. He sat down on the horse and hurried along the official road.

From start to finish, he never took the person who was followed by the six doors to his heart.

The superb appearance made a lot of pedestrians on the road look sideways, and the fast catching of the passing horse quickly eliminated him.

"The condensing of the Heart Sutra involves the five internal organs and the six internal organs, and the entire qi and blood circulation system, even with my control of the human body, cannot be achieved overnight, mainly because of my lack of qi ...

However, the process itself has a lot of benefits for my physical growth ... "

Riding on the horse, An Qisheng still focused on using his mind, thinking about problems, carrying Qi and blood, condensing Qi, contemplating himself, and rushing at the same time.

After seeing the mud pill, his control over the body has become extremely subtle, and it can even be specific to each pore, and a movement of his heart can make the whole body sweat differently.

This kind of mentality makes him familiar with everything.

For example, the first time he rode a horse, he was already skilled as if he had grown up on a horse.

After all, how many years he squatted together when he and his two were together.

With his control today, any complicated skill will be learned as soon as he learns it. He will not only be extremely skilled in equestrianism, but also be able to use his own strength and horse body to reduce fatigue when the horse is running and jumping. To enhance their physical strength.

Huh ~

The red horse galloped, and with the vibrating force, it became smoother and smoother, and soon passed many pedestrians, while the horse galloped and undulated, An Qisheng was extremely stable, as if he was one with the horse.

Hurrying fast, none of the first pedestrians could keep up with him.

As the distance from Anyang Mansion became smaller, there were fewer and fewer commercial fleets on the road. Until then, there was no longer a fleet.

"Well? So many bodies ..."

At one point, An Qisheng raised his head from his horse.

On the official road more than thirty feet away, there were many dead bodies lying horizontally and vertically.

He glanced around, it should be a group of fierce bands, about 30 people in number, and the death was extremely uniform, all with open eyes and red and white things flowing out.

"This is not a sword injury, but a sword hand that runs through the skull, and the killer at least condenses, and understands sword air martial arts ..."

At a glance, the mass of information has restored the scene of the group's killing in his mind.

Even the death order and time of death of those corpses clearly appeared in his mind.

This is the role of the spirit after seeing the mud pill.

"Ah! So many bodies!"

"That's horrible!"

"Who killed the man?"

Dozens of feet away, there seemed to be a caravan passing, and the sound of exclamation passed to An Qisheng's ears through the wind.

"It's high risk to walk the world these years ..."

An Qi shook his head.

The red horse had snorted and walked forward.

It was a caravan of no small size, with dozens of guards alone, many of them calm and inner strength.

Someone was examining the corpses for injuries.

Seeing An Qisheng come across the horse, with some vigilance.

An Qisheng didn't care, and at a glance, Jinghong saw that there were several acquaintances in the caravan.

That was a couple of months ago, the guard of the caravan passing by when he was helped down by two little guys.

However, 'Lao Zhou' naturally did not know him at this time.

Seeing this, the Red Horse stopped.

"Yintang is dark, and there is a hidden sight in the eyebrows ..."

An Qisheng stared at the light.

He has a strong spirit, and Wan Wanwangqi is practicing every day. Although he cannot reach the point of spying and calculating the National Games, for some ordinary people, he is naturally very accurate.

At this glance, he saw that 'Old Week' was afraid of death.

"Dare to ask you, where are you going?"

At the thought, An Qisheng asked.

His voice was clearer and clearer in the caravan, and all other noises were suppressed at once.

Many of the caravans are people who travel north and south, naturally knowing that this hand must be supported by deep internal forces.

Unable to be more cautious.

"If you have a long way back, I have to go to Liangzhou to travel and pass by this place. I saw there are many corpses here, so I stopped."

A nearest middle-aged guard urged to answer.

"Liangzhou? Liangzhou is next to Zhongzhou. Here is Fengzhou after Anyang Prefecture. Are you going the wrong way?"

An Qisheng raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange.

Ordinary caravan dealers are mostly between prefectures, and few of them travel across far distances. After all, the farther the road is, the more dangerous it is.

Caravans have a backlog of goods, and they have to stay in the city every time they trade. It is already a very fast pace to cross a state in five or six months.

And here is far from Liangzhou, far from Fengzhou.

He doesn't need to rest on his solo horse, and it takes more than half a month to raise horses in the real temperature. This caravan is probably more than a year old.

Such a long-term business is rare in Dafeng.

"Ugh."

The middle-aged guard sighed, arching:

"The Minister may not know that there is a plague on the only way to go to Liangzhou along this official road. We had already arrived in Xiyan Mansion. We could only return when we heard the news ... .. "

"plague......"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Regardless of previous life, Xuan Xing, or Jiu Fu World, the plague is a vocabulary of change.

Especially in the Jiufu Realm, the number of people who died of the plague from ancient times to the present is afraid that there are more people than those who died in the war.

However, with the reduction of war in recent years and the absence of major droughts and catastrophes, there should be no large-scale plagues.

He looked in the direction of Qingzhou, a ray of light appeared in his eyes, but he had already performed the Wanyun Wangqi technique.

I saw the distant place mixed with blood and black gas covering the sky, and there were many dead people.

But the weather was not a plague.

In Wangqi, the plague belongs to the evil, evil, and poison of heaven and earth, and the black gas mixed with blood is more deadly than the three types.

Obviously, it is artificial.

"In this world, there are indeed more beasts ..."

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly cold.

Just from the blood in the dark air, we can see that there are no fewer than a thousand dead people in Qingzhou at this time.

This makes his perception of people in this world worse.

"This plague is said to have originated in Qingzhou. Many people died shortly after the outbreak. Although it has not yet spread here, the road has been blocked ..."

The guard smiled bitterly.

People with inner strength are extremely unlikely to be infected with the plague, and those who have exchanged blood will no longer be infected.

He is naturally reluctant to go back and change course, but he is not afraid of his inner strength, but there are many ordinary people in the caravan.

He can only hurry.

"In a daring question, which way do you want to go to Liangzhou?"

An Qisheng arched slightly.

During the conversation, he had swept everyone, except that the people in the carriages couldn't see it. Most of the people present were darkened, apparently not far off.

"This......."

The caravan guard hesitated slightly.

In my heart, I scolded the little Taoist prince for not knowing what to do. How could the business route be easily leaked?

"Meeting is a fate. You are advised by the poor to change your course. Otherwise, you may have a **** disaster ..."

An Qisheng smiled slightly and didn't care about his hesitation, sweeping the crowd, calmly said:

"That's all you need to say, leave!"

After all, as soon as he sat down on the red horse, he was about to leave.

"what?"

Many people in the caravan were discolored, and many of them had already gone out of their swords. If it were not for the internal force of An Qi Sheng before, I am afraid that at this time they have already swarmed up.

"Master, wait a minute!"

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In a carriage, a little fat girl ran down, waving her handkerchief, and shouting.

"Any thing else?"

An Qisheng Lema stopped and looked back in wonder.

From his perception, he naturally knew who was in the carriage.

This little fat girl, but gave him several hoees.

He also remembered this.

"My lady, please come in and talk."

As An Qisheng's eyes were cheap, the chubby girl was flushed and a little shy.

"No!"

"This man's origin is unknown, and his mouth is full of nonsense. How can he let him see Miss?"

"No, you can't get him near Miss!"

All the guards near the carriage were discolored and stopped.

Some guards on the periphery, though hesitating, didn't say much.

"Lao Zhou, please come here."

After the guards shouted a few words, a clear female voice came from the carriage.

The old Zhou hesitated for a moment, walked to the carriage and said a few words, and then stopped his subordinates solemnly.

Qiang arched with a smile:

"Do not blame the Minister, the brothers are also cautious, not intentionally offensive."

"It used to be unnecessary."

An Qisheng glanced at the crowd and looked at the carriage, saying:

"The poor can be said already, don't stop there."

Having said that, without waiting for everyone to respond, An Qisheng made a stir.

Along with the red horse hissing, he had gone away, leaving the little fat girl to cry without stopping.

There is only dust around, and the sound of the wind, the cohesive aftershocks float:

"Good conscience can't persuade the **** ghost. If you are poor, believe it or not. It's your life!"

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