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In order to better understand the world, or the vast Daxia Empire, Chen Hao chose to ride a horse to the Holy Capital, which was thousands of miles away.

In three days, a group of seven people traveled nearly three thousand miles on horseback, averaging a thousand miles a day.

This world is full of spiritual energy.

Give birth to powerful creatures.

Ordinary horses can travel thousands of miles a day without any problems.

Chen Hao and others have extremely powerful military horses on their crotches, which can travel 1,500 miles a day.

Chen Hao, who was not in a hurry to take up his post in the Holy Capital, deliberately slowed down.

Furthermore, Tang Xian was not a martial arts practitioner. Chen Hao was afraid that Tang Xian's body and bones would not be able to bear it as he hurried on quickly.

It's getting dark.

A group of people came to a post station.

On the official road of Daxia, an official post was set up every five hundred miles.

However, the inn that Chen Hao and his party faced seemed to have been destroyed by fire, leaving only ruins and scorched earth.

There is a tent in the yard of the inn.

Outside the tent, a bonfire was burning, and an iron pot was placed on it. The iron pot was steaming, and it was obvious that someone was cooking.

"Is anyone here?!"

Fan Sheng shouted.

Several men dressed as postmen came out of the tent and looked at the seven people.

Fan Sheng and the four centurions did not wear military uniforms, helmets and armor. They wore black warrior uniforms and standard long swords hanging from their waists.

Chen Hao is still wearing a white robe, a silver crown with hair tied on his head, and his appearance is majestic.

Tang Xian wore a green shirt and was dressed as a scholar.

"Who is this young master?"

The postman came forward to salute and asked.

"What happened to this inn?" Chen Hao asked without answering.

"In the middle of the night the day before yesterday and after, the stables caught fire and burned like this. No one was killed or injured at all. But we can't receive the young master and his party tonight. The young master can travel another five hundred miles to Qingfengyi to stay, or..."

The post leader pondered.

"Say something quickly!"

Fan Sheng urged the postmen.

"Thirty miles over there, there is a temple. Although it has been abandoned for many years, there are several halls that have not collapsed, which are enough to protect it from wind and rain."

As the post leader spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the mountains in the southwest.

"What temple?" Fan Sheng asked the postman with a cold face.

"Lanruo Temple." The postman's answer made Chen Hao frown.

Lan Ruo Temple.

A haunted temple in a novel from another world.

The fact that such a Lanruo Temple really existed in this world aroused Chen Hao's curiosity.

Tang Xian, Fan Sheng and others looked at Chen Hao.

Where to go.

Of course, Chen Hao has to make the decision.

"Go to Lanruo Temple." Chen Hao decided to satisfy his curiosity.

The group turned their horses' heads.

Several postmen saluted.

A postman waited for the sound of horse hooves to disappear and said to the leader: "Boss, those five black-clothed guards exuded a murderous spirit and wore military attache's standard long swords. They must be strong men in the army."

Another postman said: "I can't tell the difference between the boy in the white robe and his martial arts training should be high."

The leader of the postman suddenly sneered, his originally ordinary face turned sinister, and he said slowly: "So what?"

The road leading to the foot of the mountain is in disrepair, has many potholes, and is a bit narrow, with room for only two horses side by side.

"Third Young Master..." Tang Xian spoke.

"From now on you all call me Young Master, please remove the three." Chen Hao interrupted Tang Xian casually.

Son.

Third Young Master.

A single word difference means a vastly different meaning.

The former is just an honorific title for the young man, and the latter represents Bai Lang's third son.

"Yes."

"Here!"

Tang Xian and the men in the army headed by Fan Sheng spoke in unison.

"Sir, we are riding carefully selected military horses. It is not a problem to travel another five hundred miles. We should be able to reach the next station before midnight."

Tang Xian said what was on his mind.

"Sir, have you seen the problem?" Chen Hao asked Tang Xian with a half-smile.

Tang Xiandao: "The five postmen just now appeared to be respectful in front of the young master, but their positions... showed that they were on guard."

Fan Sheng suddenly understood and said to Chen Hao: "Mr. Tang's words remind me of my humble position. The position of the five postmen is indeed convenient for launching an attack on the young master immediately."

"Capture the thief first..." Chen Hao smiled slightly and said, "This is also one of the reasons why I want to go to Lanruo Temple."

"Maybe I'm overly worried." Tang Xian wasn't sure there was something wrong with the five postmen and the Lanruo Temple they were going to.

In the wilderness, it is human nature to be wary of strangers.

"Go to Lanruo Temple and stay for one night, and you will know if there is any problem with the five postmen." Chen Hao stared at the rolling mountains ahead that looked like giant beasts hidden in the night.

Along the way, he was almost tired of seeing mountains, rivers and cities. If something unexpected happened... it wouldn't be bad.

Tang Xian was about to speak but hesitated. He felt that one more thing would be better than one less thing on the way to Beijing. However, his young master had already made up his mind and it would be useless to talk more.

Besides, it’s not a big deal to go to the Barren Mountain Ancient Temple for one night.

This is not a frontier area and is close to the hinterland of Daxia. What danger can there be?

The seven people rode forward leisurely, and it took almost half an hour to reach Lanruo Temple in the mountains.

The temple is surrounded by eerie dense forests.

The main entrance of the temple is in dilapidated condition.

Four carriages stopped in front of the main entrance of the temple.

Five or six men with swords were busy separating the carts and horses.

The sound of horse hooves was heard, and these men in gray samurai uniforms immediately stopped working, holding the hilts of their swords on guard.

This scene was beyond Chen Hao's expectation.

But this accident was very different from what Chen Hao expected.

"Who are you?!"

A man asked Chen Hao and others.

"My young master will rest here tonight!" Fan Sheng responded loudly.

"You can go elsewhere. The family members of the new Young Minister of Dali Temple are resting here tonight. It is not suitable for outsiders to be here!"

The man who spoke was full of momentum.

"The new young minister of Dali Temple you are talking about is Mr. Chen Luchen who was previously the deputy envoy of Yongzhou's pacification?"

Tang Xian asked the other party.

Chen Hao judged that Tang Xian had hit the mark based on the change in the expression of the guarded man holding the knife.

Shaoqing of Dali Temple, a fourth-grade civil servant.

Equivalent to the world he is familiar with, the Vice President of the Supreme Court.

Five or six more sword-wielding men walked out of the temple. The burly man leading them had a sense of power and a cold look in his eyes.

While sizing up Chen Hao and his group, the man cupped his fists and said, "I would like to ask, where are you from and where are you going?"

"My young master..."

Fan Sheng felt unhappy.

Their son is the deputy envoy of the Supervisory Department of the Forbidden Army. He can supervise all officials and is not afraid of first- and second-rank officials and frontier officials.

Not to mention the family of the young minister of Dali Temple, even if it was the young minister of Dali Temple himself who was resting in the temple, he had no right to question them, let alone stop them.

Chen Hao raised his hand to stop Fan Sheng from talking.

Tang Xian saw that Chen Hao was unwilling to reveal his identity and said, "My young master went to Beijing on business."

"Going to Beijing for business?"

The burly man frowned.

Chen Hao dismounted.

The other six people also dismounted.

More than a dozen men with knives thought that Chen Hao was going to lead people to break into the temple, so they quickly drew their knives, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.