The night wind blew across the forest, and occasionally a few wolf howls came from the gloomy outline of the distant mountains. The rustling sounds in the forest..., and small bags of the ground covered with fallen leaves spread from far to near.

Wow—

The small bag exploded, the dead leaves and the mud chips flew from all directions. Sun Yingxian rushed out of the ground. The moment he landed, two divine talismans hit their legs, and the falling dead leaves flew up again, and with a bow, he pulled out a shadow and rushed out of the foothills.

"I haven't even returned to Lujia Village, where will I go?"

The Taoist in the running of the Gods took two packs of dry food made by Li Jinhua and rushed back overnight with the stars all over the sky. He didn't dare to talk to Lu Laoshi and Li Jinhua, saying that he was passing by and came to see. When the woman was preparing dry food for him, Sun Yingxian quietly set up a magic circle at Lu Liangsheng's house. As long as he carried his official spirit, he would go in front and come out from behind.

"With Lao Lu's personality, he shouldn't be short-sighted. There are old toads and female ghosts around him..."

When the stars and moon gradually disappeared from the night sky, and when the fish belly turned white in the east, Sun Yingxian had already gone to the official road. When he met a business trip, he also asked about it. The capital had already set up a warrant and was arresting scholars everywhere. As for whether he could catch the scholars, the Taoist was not worried at all.

As the sky was getting brighter, in the blue light, the Taoist sat on the stone beside the road, pulling off the big white steamed bun and chewing it in his mouth.

"......... It's my mother, where do I want to find you?"

Looking around, there were more and more business trips on the official road connecting the capital and the Hegu County, and the nearby tea shops became noisy. The steamer opened and steamed out. Many passengers traveling from south to north would come here to rest and have a hot breakfast.

"...... The demon hasn't been caught yet, but in the capital, His Majesty made a big fire and scolded many officials."

Pedestrians and vendors who come and go from all over the world usually talk about their experiences or exchange some useful information.

"Oh, if it weren't for the Minister of Personnel, Lord Min, who stopped him, maybe His Majesty had sent someone to arrest the scholar's family."

"Although the demon man smashed the Golden Palace, the dignified emperor went to the remote village and captured the scholar's family, which was a bit of a big deal, and it seemed too embarrassing."

"If you have the tolerance, why did the scholar smash the Golden Palace? Hearing the news from inside, it was because His Majesty was insulting people first, and the scholar just told He Liangzhou..."

"There is still such a thing?"

Someone slapped the table.

"If it were me, I would have smashed it too!"

"Be careful, don't talk nonsense!"

At the table next to the guest who waved his hand, one of them took a sip of porridge and sighed.

"Speaking of this, the scholar smashed the Golden Palace in anger, which implicated his mentor. Have you heard of Shuhua Gong? Now he has been put into prison..."

Duke Shuhua?

Outside the awning, Sun Yingxian swallowed a bite of steamed bun, hurriedly put the rest into the bag, no longer rested, used the magic trick to escape, and crawled into the ground, plucked up a small bag, took the near road in the wilderness, and rushed towards the capital.

In addition to Lu Liangsheng, Taoists have always kept a distance from scholars. In his eyes, these Confucian scholars are either dull and pedantic, stubborn, or too sensible, and have profitable skills. They are weak and have no backbone.

But in fact, besides Lao Lu, Wang Shuhua did make him feel awe-inspiring. He was Lu Liangsheng's teacher, so he had to go there no matter what.

If possible, he must be taken out of prison.

It was already the second afternoon when we arrived in Tianzhi, the capital. Sun Yingxian first went to Min Changwen's mansion, who was not in the mansion. After inquiring, he had never returned after the morning court.

After arriving at the goal, the Taoist went to the Ministry of Justice again. Before he could cast a spell, he met someone outside.

——Zuo Zhengyang.

"You get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the way"

Sun Yingxian roared angrily, trying to cast spells, and went through the wall and into prison. Halfway through the person, he was pulled out with his collar and threw it aside.

"Rareless! How can the imperial prison allow you to trespass and save people!"

In the alley on the side of the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Zuo Zhengyang held the hilt of the knife in one hand and stretched his arm to stop the extremely angry Taoist. His eyes were stern, and he stared for a while, and his tone was eased.

"Shangshu Min doesn't allow you to do things like this. He has already gone to the palace to plead with His Majesty."

"Please be useless." The Taoist pushed his arm away and took two steps back.

"If he was enlightened, he would not take his anger on an old man!"

But then he was interrupted by Zuo Zhengyang's scolding and shouting: "You were wrong this time. Although there was something to take off your anger, Shuhua Gong himself also went to contradict His Majesty! He was sent to prison!"

He turned sideways, made way out, and waved his hand.

"If you don't believe it, go to the prison and ask him if what I said is true!"

Sun Yingxian was stunned for a moment, then glared at Zuo Zhengyang and the brand new robe of the head-in-chief of the Ministry of Justice.

"I will ask."

He walked straight out of this alley and walked into the prison of the Ministry of Justice with Zuo Zhengyang. After passing a narrow corridor, his vision was dim and the air was filled with damp and moldy smells. There were people's wailing and crying everywhere. The jailer leading the way shouted from time to time and smashed the prison fence with wooden sticks.

"Shut up, who is making noise and injustice? I'll whip him a few times!"

Zuo Zhengyang walked on one side. He was already a captain and was used to seeing life and death. He didn't have much feelings about the people crying in prison. Only the old man he wanted to meet was considered an old friend. On the way past, he still spoke:

"Mr. Shuhua is too strong and famous. Your Majesty dared not take his anger and imprison him before... But some time ago, Mr. Shuhua ran to Xuanyang Gate alone and beat the King's drum. Even Shangshu Min didn't know. Later, he didn't know what offended His Majesty, so he was locked up here. I hope Lu Liangsheng would not know, otherwise it would be troublesome."

After hearing this, the Taoist just snorted.

“It’s here.”

The jailer who led the way took out the copper key and took off the chain. Zuo Zhengyang stayed outside and let the Taoist go in by himself.

"You are also an acquaintance of Shuhua Gong, so it's best to persuade him."

When Sun Yingxian arrived, he nodded to him and walked in. The small window above the cell was shining in, and the light and dust were flying.

The old man sat cross-legged in the shadow corner inside, wearing a dirty prison uniform, his hair was messy and pale, covering his appearance and without any scars. It should have been specially taken care of by Zuo Zhengyang.

In the corner, Wang Shuhua seemed to hear the sound of footsteps and raised his face slightly. Seeing that it was Sun Yingxian who walked into the Guangchen, there was a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Taoist priest."

The past smiley face and a cynical Taoist squatted down opposite the old man and remained silent for a while.
Chapter completed!