I have a book of salvation

Let’s not talk about the reaction of the villagers in Qinghe Village for now.

It is only said that after Yu Chen returned to the group, he quietly replaced the paper man, sat by the bonfire again, quietly took out a piece of the herring demon's meat, and roasted it to eat.

The fish meat is so fresh and tender when you take it into your mouth!

It melts in the mouth and slowly flows down as a warm current, wandering between the chest and abdomen. Nourishes the internal organs.

Yu Chen finished roasting two pieces and finished eating them. It was getting brighter.

The captain of the guard and Yang Qingfeng woke up first, cooked some porridge and drank it before embarking on their journey again.

——Although Weishui County is the last stop of Zhao Rusong's state tour, after all, the New Year is approaching, and both Zhao Rusong and Yang Qingfeng have to rush to at least return to their lives before the end of the year, and they do not have too much time to stay.

But later on during the trip, there were no more disturbances. Except for the cold weather and nothing to do, everything else was fine.

Along the way, Yu Chen had nothing to do, so he pretended to ask casually about the arrival of the great green ink demon on the Weishui River that day.

Although these things should not be discussed with ordinary people according to regulations, Yang Qingfeng and Zhao Rusong were short-handed and soft-spoken.

They felt comfortable being served by Yu Chen's cooking skills along the way. When people asked out of curiosity, the two of them couldn't refuse, so they just told Yu Chen not to go around talking about it.

They said that the great green ink demon was originally a powerful person in the northern demon domain. He was actually a green python and was at least over five hundred years old.

But just a few years ago, Qing Mo seemed to have encountered a bottleneck in his practice and wanted to integrate the methods of hundreds of schools of thought and open up a new path.

As a result, he set his sights on Daxia, which could be called the human arsenal.

One night, he sneaked in quietly, intending to steal major classics and borrow the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought to supplement himself.

His first destination is Jiangzhou.

This large northern state far away from the capital.

Originally, as long as Qing Mo didn't cause any big trouble in Jiangzhou, he would never be discovered.

In other words, Jiangzhou did not threaten his existence in the first place.

It's a pity that the devil's calculation is not as good as the heaven's calculation.

At that time, Wen Sheng, who was working at Jixia Academy in the capital, suddenly announced that he was disbanded and returned to his hometown for unknown reasons, and returned to his hometown of Jiangzhou Prefecture.

Hey!

Now it’s fun!

At that time, Qing Mo looked like a thief caught by his master!

Stealing the Daxia Secret Code is a serious crime!

Wen Sheng immediately fought with him.

Even though Qing Mo was mighty and mighty, he was no match for the former dean of Jixia Academy.

In just a few rounds, the demon base was cut off, the divine elixir was shattered, and he was on the verge of death several times!

If he hadn't escaped at the critical moment by using the "Tian Yao Yuan Escape" that consumed a lot of energy, blood and longevity, he might have been killed by Wen Sheng in Jiangzhou on the spot.

As for what happened next, although the entire Jiangzhou was looking for Qing Mo, as a powerful Northern Demon, he was still very good at hiding. He hid for three years without being discovered.

What is worth mentioning is that when Qing Mo appeared on the Weishui River and turned the entire county upside down, his condition was still extremely weak.

——Qingmo in its heyday could not even be suppressed by the county-level National Games Formation!

When he heard this, Yu Chen couldn't help but swallowed twice.

——With just one breath, the entire Wei River was almost drowned.

You call this "extremely weak"?

What kind of terrifying monster was Qing Mo in his heyday?

And what kind of terrifying existence was the literary saint who beat Qing Mo to the point of death several times in his heyday?

Fascinating!

After hearing this, Yu Chen felt that he had made the right decision to leave Weishui!

Later, Yang Qingfeng also said that those black-scaled python monsters were probably the little demon subordinates that Qing Mo had created over the years, so they had numbers engraved on their mouths.

——This is not difficult for Qing Mo.

A little breath is enough to greatly increase the possibility of animals like snakes and pythons becoming sperm.

Finally, when Zhao and Yang saw the expression on Yu Chen's face, they both thought that the poor child was frightened, so they comforted him that the Great Xia court had countless powers and would not let those monsters and monsters cause trouble!

Especially in Jiangzhou, now that a literary sage is in charge, all demons and ghosts must be kept away!

Yang Qingfeng also said that if there was a chance, he could take Yu Chen to meet the literary sage, his teacher.

In response, Yu Chen repeatedly declined, saying that he was not qualified and not up to the task, so he decided to forget it.

——Just kidding, although I have a Senluo ghost face to hide my aura, who can say for sure whether the literary saint can see through it at a glance?

Before your ability reaches that level, it’s better to stay as far away from these big guys as possible!

After all, a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.

Although Yu Chen didn't know the origin of the Book of Saving People, after experiencing this incident, a fool also knew that the Book of Saving People was a supreme treasure.

It was a waste of time.

Finally, half a month after leaving Weishui, Yu Chen on the carriage saw a stone tablet about ten feet high beside the official road.

The rough, cold, flying pen outlines two words - Jinling.

Jinling, the name of the prefecture of Jiangzhou, is located in the center of Jiangzhou and gathers the energy of hundreds of counties. Its vast area is more than a hundred times that of the Wei River. It is adjacent to the Cangjiang River, the only water vein in the Nine Meridians of Daxia, and is the center of the entire Jiangzhou commercial and economic power. , where merchants are everywhere, extremely prosperous, with countless capable people and strangers, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Just hearing what Yang Qingfeng said made Yu Chen feel excited.

After passing this boundary monument, all the mountains and ridges stopped abruptly. Ahead was an endless plain. At the end of the intersection between heaven and earth, the edge of an extremely majestic city wall came into view.

So majestic!

"We'll be there in about five hours."

The captain of the guard rode on his horse, walked to Yu Chen's side, and said, "Young master, we brothers have taken great care of you. When we get to the state capital, if you have anything to help us, just ask us, you're welcome!" "

Yu Chen smiled and held his hands in thanks.

As they were about to return to the city, everyone's interest also increased.

There was laughter and laughter along the way.

Until a certain moment, a drop of ice fell from the sky and landed on Yu Chen's face.

The heavy rain fell in a steady patter.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be rain in this season and in this weather.

Even if there were, it couldn't be so majestic.

And after he stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his face, he spread his hands and took a look, and a chill ran down his spine!

——A bright red piece!

Where is the rain?

This is clearly miserable blood!

Immediately afterwards, the originally peaceful little beasts on both sides of the official road suddenly became restless!

The roars one after another are full of deep sorrow, heart-breaking, and heart-breaking!

is crying!

They are crying!

Although no one in Yu Chen's group practiced the beast control classics and could not hear the meaning of the beasts, everyone present felt it deeply.

These birds and beasts, all kinds of frosty sky, are crying!

Crying sadly!

Crying miserably!

Crying hysterically!

For a moment, everyone felt an inexplicable sadness!

Yang Qingfeng's face was pale and his whole body was shaking!

self-mumbling.

"The sky is raining blood, and all souls are crying... This... this is a great mourning for heaven and earth!"

"Which one...who ascended to heaven passed away?"

Brothers, please give me a monthly ticket!