Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Wei Canglan didn't care about the embarrassment of the other party, raised his head and touched the lock of the box, could not help frowning, and said slowly:

"Oh, interesting."

"What goods need to be sealed with rune technology?"

"Ordinary people who don't know how to open the lock rashly, I'm afraid they will be injured by the rune and lose an arm."

"Old man, tell me, what is in this box?"

The more he listened, the more frightened he became. The old man straightened his eyebrows, knocked the cigarette rod on the wooden box, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Why should I tell you?"

"I thought your Excellency was a warm-hearted person, but I didn't expect to be so aggressive towards us merchants who have just paid a painful price?"

Seeing his angry appearance, Wei Canglan just thought it was funny.

Life is almost gone, still care about the goods?
It can be seen that the things in the box are even more complicated.

Forget it.

Since people don't want to talk about it, then I won't ask.

So as not to get angry.

Wei Canglan waved his hand, took out a few pills from the ring, threw them directly to the old man, and said with a smile:
"This seat is just curious."

"In the case of life-threatening situations, the goods must be preserved, hehe..."

"Also, judging from your outfits and temperament, you are not merchants at all."

"If my guess is correct, you should be walking darts, right?"

hum!
There were bursts of buzzing in the old man's ears.

They didn't expect to be guessed by the handsome young man in front of them even though they had covered it up very well.

He lowered his head without saying a word, looking at the few pills given by the young man, the aura on them was full, and he was afraid that they were from the immortal sect.

Suddenly, the old man who noticed the preciousness of the pill raised his head and said respectfully:
"May I ask what kind of sect you belong to?"

Wei Canglan smiled without saying a word, and pointed to the box.

The old man took the elixir slowly, and suddenly felt full of physical strength, his whole body's strength soared, and the physical strength that had just been exhausted instantly recovered.

immortal!

Immortal medicine.

This must be the immortal elixir refined by the hidden world sect.

The young man in front of him is powerful and generous. He is probably a genius of the Zongmen traveling down the mountain.

Tell him the secret, and it seems to be fine.

Anyway, the dead and injured of the brothers are still some distance away from the nearest city, so I don't know if the goods can be delivered.

"Ugh."

Sighing again, the old man let go of his guard and said helplessly:

"You guessed it right, we are walking darts this time."

"There's nothing in the box, it's actually tax money..."? ?

Tax money?

Nima's.

You can't lie to me like this!
Do you think I'm out of my mind?

Use you three-legged cat kung fu escorts to escort tax money?
What an international joke.

These large boxes of tax money must at least be escorted by local officers and soldiers, as well as experts from all walks of life.

Just you stinky brothers, what nonsense?
and many more.

If what he said is true, there is something tricky about this matter.

Why use the humble bodyguard?

And there are only a dozen people.

What is the purpose?
Unobtrusive!
That's right.

Just to not attract other people's attention.

However, there are no people in the vast desert, who would care about them...

who will...

Sand bones!
Fuck, yes.

There are those monsters blocking the way.

If officers and soldiers are dispatched and encounter a small number of Shabone tribe forces, it will be fine.

But if you encounter something like today, and there is a strong man like Baiyin among them, then even the officers and soldiers will have to rest.

There are many officers and soldiers, and the horses are more sophisticated, which is completely the goal of the Shabone Clan.

It can be seen from the fact that they took only corpses and horses when they retreated.

Good guy, the official in charge of this batch of tax money is simply very smart.

I have to say that his idea is a bit strange.

Even a little brainless.

But what if it works?

Escorted by officers and soldiers, they must be followed by the Sandbone Tribe.

But in the case of bodyguards, the number of people is small, and the clothes are light, so the chance of survival is relatively high.

Well, it works.

Wait.

Also think there are blind spots.

Since the officials chose escorts to escort, the premise is...they know the existence of the Sandbone Tribe.

Ha ha.

Thinking of this, Wei Canglan continued to ask:
"Have the officials in the major towns in the desert already known about the existence of the Shabone Tribe?"

"I know, that's why we let us escort the tax money."

"Since you know, why don't you send troops?"

"I don't know about this. How can ordinary people like me know the thoughts of adults...but..."

"but?"

Wei Canglan frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

"However, I heard that the capital also knew about the recovery of the Shabone Tribe. Some people reported to the officials after being attacked. The chief envoys of the major cities sent the news to the capital in a hurry, but after that there was nothing. It is said that the capital does not pay much attention to the news, and some people say that the capital has given up on the desert..."

Hearing the old man's words, Wei Canglan felt a little cold:
"But there are still many towns in the desert. There are more than 20 large and small towns. The imperial court gave up when they said they would give up? What about the people in the city? I'm afraid it's not enough to resist!"

"Hey, why do you bother to worry so much? The emperor doesn't care about the life and death of the people. You, a delicate and ascetic monk, don't need to think too much."

Saying that, the old man stood up, bowed respectfully and said:
"Thank you for the elixir, the elixir, the old man can't repay you, if you can successfully transport the tax money and survive, I will visit the mountain gate in the future."

"Dare to ask Your Excellency the name of Xianmen?"

Wei Canglan was not in a good mood, he waved his hand:
"Cangxing Gate, Wei Canglan."

After all, he turned and left without looking back.

The old man was left in a daze.

……

Leaving the bodyguard team with few people left, Wei Canglan walked against the wind, and soon at the outskirts of a town, he saw Wei Xiaohua and Meihua hiding near the dilapidated hut.

Before getting close, Xiaohua ran out wagging her tail.

Mei Hua poked her head out, cautiously, only daring to trot out when she saw Wei Canglan.

One person and one dog threw themselves into Wei Canglan's arms at the same time.

Seeing his beloved disciple and loyal mount pet, Wei Canglan's mood improved a lot.

On the way here, he kept telling himself in his heart.

You are just a mortal, an ordinary person who has traveled through time.

There is no ability to solve some general trends.

The common people have the destiny of the common people.

The dynasty has the luck of the dynasty.

Maybe it won't be long before the damn dog emperor exhausts Dayu's luck, and then the high dynasty will change, and the common people will finally be able to lead a better life.

Wei Canglan actually didn't care much about other people's lives, but when he heard that the people in Damo City were asking for good fortune, he would think of Xiaomeihua and his grandfather who were in Erya City back then.

The two were poor and poor, and they could still smile flatteringly when they were bullied.

How many people are like them.

Wei Canglan shook his head, stopped thinking about it, turned around and took Wei Xiaohua and Meihua away.