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What cannot be blown away by the biting north wind is the affliction and anger in the hearts of the people of Qishan.

In the wind and snow, he was facing one end of the huge bamboo chariot, and the other seven corners were the seven most elite subordinates under his command, as well as Dongxuan Sanren.

"I have been in seclusion for only ten years. There is such an amazing person in the world..."

Above the bamboo chariot, the Daoguang horse was sitting with a golden sword, and a square sky painting halberd was added. The weight of the bamboo chariot was more than 2,000 kilograms, and the bamboo chariot was creaking.

"Not mentioning Lawrence, even we were not as good as him back then..."

He touched his chin.

Qi Daoguang naturally would not think that he would be worse than others. In fact, even though he had been in ancient and modern times for three thousand years, he only admitted that he was worse than the old prince.

But in terms of intelligence, this kid was not only a refugee and beggar, but only practiced martial arts for only ten years.

In contrast, before I was born, I had taken dozens of top elixirs including the Great Pill of the Human Yuan, Yi Jin Bone Exchange Pill, and Gui Yuan Pill.

With such a huge family gap, if that kid achieves seven points of his own achievements, he will be better than himself...

“Where are you saying?”

Dong Xuan Sanren grinned and was furious many times, but when he noticed the person's gaze, he still struggled to squeeze out a smile:

"That kid can compare with you just by relying on the benefits of magical powers?"

Bang!

The qi was like a slap in his palm, almost sucking Dongxuan Sanren's back.

"What are you worthy of evaluating us?"

Qi Daoguang glanced at him lightly:

"Another nonsense, I will take your head and feed the dog!"

Dongxuan Sanren shivered and swallowed the great aggrievance. He really couldn't afford to offend the person in front of him.

Qi Daoguang, known as Xiao Ba Zun.

He was born in Linlongdao, and his grandfather was the eldest son of the Xuanjia Jingqi, the "Qi Family" of the Linlongdao family.

The Qi family has a long history, and can be traced back to a thousand years ago. It declined, but it also conquered the world with Zhang Yuanzhu and returned to its peak.

Today, it is also one of the eight great masters in the world.

As the eldest son of the Qi family, Qi Daoguang is a pride of heaven. Not only is he noble in his status, but his talent is also top-notch.

According to legend, he was born with all kinds of meridians and all the orifices, and had super-human understanding. He not only realized the essence of the Domine Fist, but also learned the three supreme martial arts of "Bajue True Gang", "Bajue Gun", "Bawang Killing Method" from ordinary martial arts in the Xuanjia Army.

Therefore, the King Zhao of Xifu was alarmed to leave the pass and personally guided his martial arts.

Although he has not become a disciple, in anyone's eyes, he is the direct disciple of Prince Zhao, and he is most likely the only disciple who has obtained the "Divine Seed" inheritance.

What really made him famous was his terrifying record of challenging the Tianlang Martial Saint "Dan Tai Mie" outside the border ten years ago, and not dead!

Of course, after the war, he went into seclusion for more than ten years in order to heal his wounds, and he has only barely left the seclusion until now...

"Yang Yu..."

Gently stroking Fang Tian's painting halberd, Qi Daoguang had expectations in his eyes. If the rumors were not bad, this person seemed to be good at dominating fist?

This is a bit too coincidental...

"Shake the earth, dominate the fist..."

When he murmured, his heart suddenly moved.

Click!

The bamboo chariot shook, and eight people, including Qi Shanmin, suddenly fell to the ground, and were almost vomited blood by the huge force.

Bang!

The light of the Tao rose up and looked into the distant sky.

Qi Shanmin and others were almost forced to vomit blood, but they still struggled to get up and looked forward.

But in the distance, there was a dragon-shaped energy roaring in the sky, and various arrow lights were circling. Large areas of flying eagles and archers fell like rain.

"This is……"

Qi Daoguang subconsciously pinched Fang Tian's painting halberd. He first glanced at the figure with his hair and beards in the distance, and his palms were as strong as an angry dragon.

Then he looked at the figure of the sky, the arrow fell like rain and the bow opened like thunder:

"Yang Yu..."

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Under the heavy wind and snow, the world was desolate, and the northwest city was not very lively. Apart from the yamen runners and soldiers who cleaned up the snow, there were few pedestrians.

However, there are many taverns, which are rarely lively, and the Liuhe Building is even full, with all kinds of discussions endlessly.

"Another group of people died... Alas, it took a few days to calm down, and when Mr. Yang went out, he thought about making trouble again, so why bother?"

"Mr. Yu, his methods are no less than those of Mr. Yang. These days, he has killed hundreds of them, right?"

"The wind and snow of this year are not as low as last year. God, isn't there any way for people to live? If it weren't for Mr. Yang's relief, I don't know how many people would die..."

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters are signs of troubled times! Is this Ming Dynasty really useless? Yes, Mr. Yang is just missing..."

"Shh! These things, hey, let's drink bar! I heard that Mr. Yu has issued a ban on alcohol. This wine is just a drink, one less..."

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On the sixth floor of Liuhe Building, beside the window, the Zhenyan Taoist looked at the railing. Under the wind and snow for days, there was almost no strange color between the sky and the earth.

Wherever you see, there is a stern and bleakness.

"This is the change of heaven..."

The old Taoist sighed slightly.

The horror of natural disasters lies in their indiscriminate coverage. The shadow of the snow disaster last year has not been broken, and new snow disasters are about to spread again.

Relief and disaster relief will eventually be saved for a while. If there are natural disasters for many years, then...

Zhao Kun served by the side, worried. Following the gaze of his ancestor, he saw redness hidden on the street.

On the first day of the heavy storm, he fled back to the northwest city. On that day, Yang Yu left in an eagle and did not deliberately conceal his hiding.

There are many feather eagles who leave the city together.

That night, Yu Jing took action personally and used thunder to shock the little boy in the city.

First, all spies from various sects were arrested to prison. In the following days, people were killed at Caishikou almost every day, and the bloody smell continued for days.

"Master, uncle, he is the old man..."

Zhao Kun was full of worry and frowned.

Over the years, he has lived a hard life. He finally found his uncle and master, for fear that these two people would make some mistakes.

"Instead of worrying about your uncle, it's better to worry about Boy Yang..."

The old Taoist turned around and sat down.

"Worry about him?"

Zhao Kun was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head: "The court has been wanting him for so many years, but he has never taken advantage of him. He should, should..."

"Not mentioning the masters in secret, there are also many masters in the "Bright Mountains and Rivers List" on the surface. Although Yang Xiaozi is smart and has great skills, he is still a little younger..."

The old Taoist saw through his thoughts at a glance:

"You never thought about it?"

"Return to the ancestor, my disciples have never thought of worrying about Yang Yu's safety..."

Zhao Kun smiled bitterly, a little dazed.

In fact, when the ancestor spoke, he suddenly realized that his confidence in Prison Yang was even greater than that of his uncle...

this……

"There are talented people in the country who have been in charge of the country for decades. Yang Xiaozi was a lucky person, so for more than ten years, he has been in trouble.

But don't forget... He is actually not yet standing."

The old Taoist looked at the disciple deeply:

"Around the wolves, he is still willing to leave the city and go to the Jedi to save your uncle. No matter what he wants to go, I have to remember this kindness, and you must remember..."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Zhao Kun took a deep breath and bowed to respond:

"Disciple remember..."

When I got down from Liuhe Building, I was about to meet the yamen runner who was transporting the prisoner's body. The chariot was pressed on the snow and made a 'creaking' and creaking' sound.

"Real person."

Yu Jing walked up to him and bowed slightly.

"Are you ready to leave the city?"

The Taoist Zhenyan glanced at him, and the latter nodded without hiding it:

"The situation in Northwest Daocheng has been settled. It is time to go to Xingli and the other two provinces. It has been snowing heavily for many days, and I am afraid of human disasters..."

Due to the covetous eye of many masters in the court, in the past year, the power of Northwest Daocheng has not spread to Xingli Prefectures in the past year.

It was not until Yang Yu left the city that he sent a large number of personnel. Now that everything in the city has been done, he is really worried.

Last year, the northwest city suffered from famine, let alone the Xingli two prefectures, which had not been completely pacified by the chaos?

And this was also the matter they discussed before Yang Yu left the city, which delayed more than ten days, because it was because of the remnants of the big and small families in the city.

"Just go."

The old Taoist will naturally not object:

"If there is really something that the old Taoist can't handle, then you will have one more, not more..."

"Thank you for the real person."

Yu Jing bowed for a long time and didn't talk much nonsense. He turned around and left, but he had packed his bags before he came.

"Natural disasters, man-made disasters..."

The Taoist Zhenyan stopped for a long time before sighing.

Without the intention of wandering around, he turned around and returned to the mansion. Qin Si was cooking medicinal food. Seeing that his ancestor's expression was calm, his heart couldn't help but sink.

"Master?"

Qin Si wiped her hands and saw that her ancestor returned to her room and was writing something at her desk. She was curious and couldn't help but come forward.

"You will give this letter to your uncle Yang when he returns. You will give this letter to your uncle..."

He handed Qin Si two letters that had not dried ink, and Lao Dao pointed to the three bookshelfs in the room:

"The bookshelf on the left is the martial arts experience of the old Taoist over the years. The other two are rare Taoist treasures that we lost in our view. When you are free, you can read more..."

The old Taoist said aloud, but Qin Si's heart couldn't help but sink:

"Master? What happened to you..."

"It's nothing big. There was a guest outside the city. The old Taoist thought, rather than letting him into the city, it would be better to go out for him for a while."

The old Taoist smiled slightly.

"Is it Yunni Taoist? Or, Nie Longtian? You..."

With two letters in hand, Qin Si felt inexplicably panic.

"Don't think about it!"

He pointed at the eyebrows of his disciples, and the old Taoist smiled gently:

"The old Taoist is still waiting to eat ginseng fruit at your wedding banquet. What can I do..."

After stretching his muscles and bones, the old Taoist slowly left the door. Qin Si wanted to follow him, but he couldn't keep up. He lost it in a few steps.

"I don't know what the ginseng fruit tastes..."

After gently stroking his long beard, the old Taoist thought a little distracted, but his steps were very fast. Not long after, he had arrived outside the northern city gate where there were almost no pedestrians.
Chapter completed!