Douluo's Drunk Red Dust

Zui Hongchen deeply regretted not being able to witness the might of the soul mentor group with his own eyes.

But the soul guide team of Dingling Guard witnessed everything with their own eyes. There were less than 100 of them, mixed among the soul guide groups of the Sun and Moon Empire, and they fought in a decent manner.

Situ Yu was silent. Such a group of soul mentors was only considered a low-ranking one in the Sun and Moon Empire. They were considered a member of the neighboring army in Nanyangzhou. . .Besides, the man commanding the troops was not the famous general he imagined, but just an old man.

Now that soul guides and soul masters are integrated into the army, the role of an army commander is becoming less and less. No, it can be said that the empire has focused its focus on cultivating soul masters and soul masters. As for generals, it is completely unimportant.

With the sound of artillery all night long, the murder case in Dingling City came to an end. Zui Hongchen left Ji Fulin's study and raised his head to the sky.

"The Holy Spirit's Cult...the Holy Spirit's Cult?"

The evil soul master reported the name of his sect before his death. This may be a sect composed entirely of evil soul masters.

If this is really the case, it is too terrible. In the eyes of evil soul masters, the most worthless thing is human life. For example, in this case, at least a dozen families were destroyed, and there were only two people who did all this. The evil soul master and a group of bandits.

In the future, he would have to inquire about information about this. He only knew about it with Beibei. Beibei was more trusted by senior officials than Zui Hongchen, and his words had more weight. It would be a good idea to ask him to tell the old man.

The case was solved, peace and tranquility returned to Dingling City, and the eight Tangmen began to enjoy their vacation.Although they were upset because they didn't take action, they quickly put the incident behind them and spent their days practicing and having fun day by day.

Wang Dong has been running to Jiang Mu every day these days, calling her aunt very sweetly. Zui Hongchen is also a little confused. Could it be that Jiang Mu's motherly nature reminds Wang Dong of his own mother?

The vacation was very short, and Zui Hongchen also had plans to go to the far north. After everyone enjoyed a month's vacation in Dingling City, they all went back to their homes to find their mothers.

He Caitou, Beibei and Huo Yuhao returned to school together, Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong embarked on the road back to the Tianhun Empire, while Jiang Nannan and Tang Ya continued to stay at home, enjoying the remaining warmth of summer.

"If nothing else happens, we should be able to meet at the academy." Zui Hongchen held the horse's rope and smiled at Jiang Nannan and Tang Ya, "You two should stop practicing every day and take a proper rest."

"I know, I don't need to remind you, drunk boy, I am Teacher Xiaoya~" Tang Ya said with a smile and patted her chest. As she got older, Tang Ya's delicate body became more rounded, and she looked more youthful, beautiful and full of energy. A lively and vibrant beauty.

Jiang Nannan didn't speak. She just looked at Zui Hongchen's smile silently. What she wanted to say was feeble in words.

"I'm leaving."

"--and many more."

Tang Ya grabbed Zui Hongchen and slapped him on the face.

"Nan Nan, hurry up."

Under Tang Ya's constant urging, Jiang Nannan blushed, moved lightly, and left a kiss on the other half of the face.

"A...bon voyage."

But even the tips of his ears were red.

Zui Hongchen glanced at Tang Ya angrily, stepped forward and gave the two of them a big hug.

Wang Laoshi nodded to Wang Laoshi, who was standing in front of the gate with a face full of relief. He mounted Obsidian, smiled brightly at them, and then rode away.

"I'm really lucky to have met them."

The low self-talk went away with the wind, and Zui Hongchen set his sights on the north and embarked on a journey to find his master.

. . .

"What? Nothing happens when Old Man Ji's apology letter is sent over?"

Jing Hongchen was wearing white clothes and leaning on the sofa. He looked a little fatter than before, and he seemed more kind, like a kind old man.

"Yes... the incident in Nanyangzhou was still exposed."

"That group of trash." Jing Hongchen's eyes flashed coldly, "What did His Highness say?"

The young man standing in front of him smiled and replied, "Your Highness said nothing."

"..."

Jing Hongchen felt cold sweat break out on his back. He coughed and said, "Please inform His Highness the Crown Prince and I will take care of this matter."

The young man bowed slowly to Jing Hongchen, as if he was too lazy to look at him again, and quickly left the office of the head of Mingde Hall.

After he left, Jing Hongchen couldn't help but throw the water glass in his hand to the ground, "Asshole."

I don't know whether he was scolding the young man just now or the evil soul master.

"Those bastards who failed to achieve anything but failed more than failed," Jing Hongchen snorted coldly, "They actually called out the name of the Holy Spirit Cult before they died. They really deserve death."

His plan to shake Old Man Ji in Nanyangzhou went bankrupt. Jing Hongchen had originally planned to join the princeling ministers in recent days to jointly submit a letter to impeach Old Man Ji. Impeaching him was unfavorable in managing Nanyangzhou. Many incidents occurred during his reign. The murder case was due to Old Man Ji's own inaction.

The impeachment letter was written and sealed, and at this critical moment, the damn case had been solved, and the name of the mastermind behind it had been revealed.

The only thing he was glad about now was that those bastards didn't tell his name before they died.

The apology letter was placed on his desk. Jing Hongchen picked it up and read it carefully. He found nothing suspicious. It just said that Old Man Ji had mobilized two thousand garrison troops from Nanyang Province, including a thousand soul mentors.

"Asshole, I want to accuse him of extravagance and waste. How many gold soul coins does it cost for a 1000-member soul engineer group to maintain a soul guide?" Jing Hongchen snorted coldly. It was too early for him to give up!

I have to comment that Jing Hongchen's political sensitivity is still too poor. He may be an outstanding soul mentor, or he may be an outstanding teacher, but he is definitely not an old man who hangs out in officialdom.

The Hongchen family was busy in Mingdu around Jing Hongchen, while Zui Hongchen was approaching the far north with one person and one horse.

He bypassed the crowded capital, deliberately took a shortcut, and hurried all the way to the outside of Momen Pass.

There is no human atmosphere here. If you were lucky a few years ago, you might have bumped into a caravan from the Beiyuan tribe or come to rob it.But since the genocide battle outside Momen Pass and on the Xiaoglacier River, there is only the sound of wind outside the pass.

After that battle, the number of defenders at Momen Pass also decreased a lot, and few people usually came to wander around in the northern wasteland.

Zui Hongchen rode his horse through Momen Pass and stepped onto the log bridge. The water of the small glacier flowing under his feet was pure and transparent, without any blood color.

"The last time we were here, the Beiyuan tribe made its first probing attack."

"Here, the main force of the Sun and the Moon fakes defeat."

"Here, cavalry charge."

Looking at the bleak sky, Zui Hongchen tightened his grip on the horse, waved the reins, and rushed towards the far north.

"drive!"