The Purgatory Mountain team composed of dozens of red-robed priests and giant chariots pulled by two fire chiefs crossed Qianxia Mountain and entered the Nanling Province.

In order to avoid shocking the world, both fire bosses were covered in special black ponchos, with only their eyes exposed. From the outside, they looked like two huge giants.

What puzzled the Yunqin practitioners and the Yunqin army who were secretly observing along the way was that all the red-robed priests in the Purgatory Mountain team changed their robes after entering the Nanling Province.

It was a more vivid blood-red color among the white snow, but the patterns on the red robe were no longer flames, but the patterns of an eight-armed demon king.

All the red-robed priests were always lined up neatly in front of and behind the giant chariot. They did not leave the team for a step, and they did not talk to any Yunqin people at all. They chose the route to avoid densely populated towns as much as possible.

None of them were walking on the main road, but the Yunqin soldiers and practitioners who were secretly observing this team were shocked to find that when people in some villages along the way began to discover this strange and mysterious team, they began to

Someone was following behind the team, and more and more people were coming.

What shocked and puzzled these Yunqin practitioners and soldiers even more was that the people who came seemed to be not Da Mang's hidden people or practitioners from Purgatory Mountain, but ordinary Yunqin people!

The procession in Purgatory Mountain remained silent, and all the red-robed priests moved very fast... However, in such a world of ice and snow, the ordinary Yunqin people, like the most devout believers, were able to keep up with this procession.

team, and always followed them several miles away respectfully, not daring to disturb the team in Purgatory Mountain.

…

Zeng Rou was sitting in the Wuwei Guanmu Building in Dongjingling Mausoleum.

During the battles of Dongjing, Shaohua, and Falling Star, he was already the top guard of Dongjing Tomb designated by Gu Yunjing. After Gu Yunjing's death, he became the second-largest figure in the military in the entire Nanling Province.

Has absolute real power.

After the snow began to fall in Dongjingling, he often went to Wuwei Temple and watched the Taoists from Wuwei Temple leisurely making dried fruits and rice wine.

At this moment, in front of him, there was a plate of dried fruits stained with powdered salt and a pot of aged rice wine newly opened by Taoist Wuweiguan.

The rice wine is getting warm in the iron pot.

A burst of rapid footsteps had already arrived at the door. Without even knocking on the door, a middle-aged general whose black armor was covered with white snowflakes opened the door and walked in front of Zeng Rou wrapped in a gust of cold wind. He said nervously

: "The team from Purgatory Mountain has arrived outside Dongjingling Tomb."

Zeng Rou slowly raised her head and looked at her general. There was no trace of nervousness or anxiety, but a hint of displeasure appeared on her calm face. "Why are you so anxious? The wine has been blown cold."

After the Qianye Pass event, at least the military at the southern border had reached some kind of tacit understanding with Qingluan Academy, but most of the soldiers outweighed their loyalty to the emperor because of their admiration for the actions of Lin Xi and some Yunqin practitioners.

thoughts, so for Zeng Rou, it is best to turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, just pretend that she doesn't know, and don't help each other, so there is no need to be embarrassed and entangled.

This general had followed Zeng Rou for many years and understood Zeng Rou’s intentions very well. When he heard Zeng Rou’s displeased words, he smiled bitterly and explained: "General... the people who followed the Purgatory Mountain team are really too many."

There are more, you will understand if you go and take a look."

Hearing these words from the general, the displeasure on Zeng Rou's face quickly disappeared. He didn't say anything more. He just held up an umbrella and wore single clothes, like a piece of stone spinning on the water.

Likewise, he floated extremely fast and reached the turret of the city wall before the swift horse behind him.

In the flying snow on the city tower, Zeng Rou didn't need a brass eagle's eye to clearly see the line of troops heading towards Dong Jingling Tomb, seemingly trying to bypass the west side of Dong Jingling Tomb.

His brows frowned unconsciously, and a look of real shock began to appear on his calm face.

The Purgatory Mountain team at the front is still the dozens of red-robed priests and a giant chariot, which has not changed at all, but there are already thousands of people following behind.

If there were thousands of Da Mang Guards, they would be nothing in his eyes, but now those thousands of people, at a glance, are all ordinary Yunqin people!

What happened that caused so many ordinary people of Yunqin to gather behind the team in Purgatory Mountain?

Moreover, this Purgatory Mountain team only passed through half of the sparsely populated areas of Nanling Province.

The previous general rushed to his side again with the rapid footsteps, glanced at the team marching in the wind and snow, and asked solemnly in a low voice: "General, let this team go again."

If the team continues to march like this, the number of people behind it may be many times that of others. If something unexpected happens, it may be out of control... Do we need to take any action?"

Zeng Rou thought for a while and said calmly: "I'll go out and take a look alone."

The general did not object, but just when Zeng Rou started to move again, he shouted in surprise: "General, they have stopped."

Zeng Rou was startled, turned around and looked around, only to see that the team, which looked increasingly mysterious against the background of thousands of Yunqin people, had completely stopped and stopped in front of a pavilion beside the road.

Zeng Rou suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and looked into the sky. In the vast sky, he saw several faint yellow lights falling rapidly.

"It's none of our business anymore."

Zeng Rou took a deep breath and whispered to her subordinates: "As for why this happened, Lin Xi will definitely give us an explanation."

…

The heavy chariot stopped, no longer rubbing against the ice and snow.

Zhang Ping, who seemed to be sleeping in the giant chariot, slowly raised his drooped head.

All the red-robed priests of Purgatory Mountain began to disperse, leaving the giant chariot, and then took out tent-like objects with small metal connecting rods from the heavy packages behind them. In an instant, many of them were like cowhide.

Thin red metal films were supported and connected to form a temple surrounding the giant chariot.

All the red-robed priests finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to walk further. After several miles away, they began to spread out their waterproof bedding and begin to rest.

The long flags hanging from the giant chariot were rolled up on both sides. Zhang Ping looked at the crimson palace that had been temporarily spliced ​​together, and saw that the outstanding craftsmen of Purgatory Mountain were able to splice the seams of this palace together.

Not even a piece of flying snow flew in, but there was no sign of appreciation for this craftsmanship in his eyes. This palace could block the falling snow from the sky, but it could not block the falling snow in his heart.

He made a promise that he would cross Qianxia Mountain before the heavy snow closed the mountain.

That's exactly what he did. However, this year's Qianxia Mountain closure happened many days earlier than in previous years.

So although he entered Yunqin on the scheduled date, he actually crossed Qianxia Mountain after the snow fell and sealed the mountain. Does this count as still breaking his promise?

…

Lin Xi stepped off the sacred tree flying crane that landed in front of this metal palace.

He knew that there was something to discover and track the sacred tree Feihe in Purgatory Mountain, so he knew that Zhang Ping would definitely know of their arrival in advance.

The metal temple in front is not grand, but its formation at this moment is astonishing enough, like a miracle.

The people of Yunqin who were like devout believers in the distance behind were shocking enough and gave people inexplicable psychological pressure.

Lin Xi also felt that this temple that was quickly put together was amazing. The Yunqin people who appeared inexplicably also shocked and puzzled him. However, before he walked into the metal temple, he still smiled slightly at all the young people from the academy behind him.

He smiled and said, "You don't need to be so serious... Do you want Zhang Ping to treat everyone to a barbecue later?"

Jiang Xiaoyi and others laughed.

Everyone understood what Lin Xi meant... No matter what identity or appearance Zhang Ping came back in, Lin Xi thought it was a meeting between classmates and friends.

Zhang Ping heard Lin Xi's words in the giant chariot.

He thought for a while, stood up, and got off the giant chariot.

The temple is not very big, but with all the red-robed priests far away, the temple seems exceptionally quiet, and the unusually monotonous metallic color makes it look unusually cold and solemn.

Lin Xi, Qin Xiyue and others walked in.

In this cold and solemn metal palace, these young people from the academy who met again had no smiles on their faces.

Lin Xi looked at Zhang Ping, who was motionless in the divine robe of the leader of Purgatory Mountain. He walked up to him, patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Since you are back, just relax, everything will be over soon.

Let's meet again. If you are so serious, even if I am happy, I won't be able to laugh."

Zhang Ping nodded and did not speak immediately. Instead, he walked back to the chariot and sat down very tiredly.

"I see."

After sitting down, he looked at Lin Xi and everyone, and said slowly and with some difficulty: "I just stayed in Purgatory Mountain for too long, and I have forgotten how to laugh."

This sentence made everyone silent for a long time.

"We won after all." Lin Xi knew that any words of comfort were meaningless. He also stepped onto the giant chariot and sat down in front of Zhang Ping.

Jiang Xiaoyi and others looked at each other, then they all got on the gigantic chariot and sat down casually, just like they were sitting around a bonfire.

"Are you seriously injured?" Lin Xi looked at Zhang Ping and asked softly: "Is it okay?"

Zhang Ping slowly shook his head: "It was very serious at the time, but now I'm over it."

Lin Xi nodded. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Qin Xiyue, but he reacted and held it back. Because after the conversation in the valley, he understood Qin Xiyue's meaning and knew that he couldn't.

Imposing his will on Qin Xiyue.
Chapter completed!