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——Fengshen——

South Bianzhou, the territory of Kunwu.

From dusk to dusk, the setting sun casts the radiance of red on the vast green fields of lush and slightly golden yellow wheat that spread across the vast plains, making the oxcart passing through the wheat fields like driving on the sparkling sea.

The driver who was driving was wearing a black cloth with a hat, and was complaining to the old cow pulling the car slowly, but the old cow always kept its pace unmoved. The body behind the driver was loaded with bulging The goods were covered with a piece of turquoise cloth.

Tread! Tread! At this time, the rapid horseshoe sound came from the back of the car, and at the same time, there was the sound of men shouting.

"Drive!" "The old man pulling the car, stop!" "Say you!"

The driver struggling to pull the reins twice, but the old cow completely ignored them. He had to release the reins and raised his hands to signal that he had done nothing.

Stepping

Six riders on horses of different colors, but their bronze armor and weapon styles were relatively close, quickly approached the oxcart, and stopped the stubborn cow.

"Follow the order of the king to trace the fugitive, take off your hat and let us see your face!" The headed rider turned his head and looked down at the driver's lane.

"Ah? The fugitive?" The driver took off the hat, exposing a weather-scarred face with a thick beard, and his gray hair looked more than fifty years old.

The riders looked relaxed, and the tone of the leader also eased a little: "Where are you from? Where are you going?"

"I'm coming from the suburbs of Yuanxu, and I'm going to Kunwu in front of me to deliver them." The old driver answered slightly nervously.

"Goods?" Another rider approached the carriage and raised his hand to lift the hood; "... What is this?"

I saw that the carriage was loaded with large and small bamboo baskets and rattan baskets, and these woven containers were filled with dark red mud.

"This is pottery clay," said the old coachman. "You can mold clay kilns, fire pottery and porcelain, or tile bricks. Common copper and iron will rust and crack after long time contact, so they can only be installed in rattan baskets."

His last sentence caused a rider who tried to poke the dirt with bronze bronze to withdraw his weapon.

The leader of the rider is hesitating, but sees a carriage coming from the direction of Kunwu. There are also various rattan baskets in the body, but no dirt is loaded. Instead, some finished pottery and grain cloth are replaced.

The coachman waved to the old driver here, but because there were several fully equipped riders, he didn't say much.

"..." The leader hesitated, turned his spear, and quickly poked a few large rattan baskets, turned his horse's head, and pointed to Kunwu: "Let's go!"

Seeing the six horses go away, the old driver covered the rattan basket with cloth and shouted the cow for a long while before re-entering the road slowly.

When it finally arrived in a settlement in Kunwu, the sky was completely dark. The old driver also saw several riders who were also planning to stay here.

These riders watched him complete the transaction with several pottery workshops and exchanged some materials. After going to the post to rest, they regained their gaze.

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"Yo! Uncle! You're fine!" The old driver just walked into his house, and was patted on the shoulder.

"It turned from uncle to uncle ..." Yi Yin touched the beard at his mouth: "But it seems impossible to refute."

He turned around and looked at the elated woman ... Forget it, she couldn't get used to her, it was Meixi.

She was wearing a coarse cloth that was very similar in color to the body of the bullock at this time, at least in terms of grade than when she fled from the summer palace, but she didn't seem to care.

"You probably didn't pay attention," Meixi tweeted, "After they left, they sneaked around from the wheat field and followed you. I saw clearly under the car. They just lost a few people. Is cleaning the ears of wheat. "

"Ah ... presumably they are inspecting the carriage now, but I must have thought that you had already left before entering the settlement while your eyes were covered." Yi Yin nodded and began to sort out her clothes and belongings.

The identity I borrowed this time was a real pottery trader between Han and Kunwu-of course, belonging to Shangguo, so all the proceeds of this round-trip after the matter had to be handed over to the old man.

"Then, what should I do next?" Mei Xi blinked at him: "I compared, and found that I can't run those horses."

"If you're really a monster, this kind of half-hanger can only hide the power of the voice ... hey." Yi Yin shook his head straightly: "Continue to follow me, currently 'Kunwu', 'Gu', 'Wei' These three countries are all directly affiliated to the Xia dynasty, and the guards can act at will, and it is better to get 'Ge Guo' and our 'Shang Guo'. "

"Half hanging child demon power? What about your face? And this one." Mei Xi pulled Yi Yin's beard.

"Simple application of the power of" Witch ", the legendary big witch has more than this skill," Yi Yin pushed her away from Meixi's head, "Go to rest, an old man who has been on the road for a whole day and night It is also suspicious to keep lighting up. "

"Hey ~" Meixi took advantage of her back and rolled into bed, making a tempting expression with that fox-like charming face: "Then are you up ~?"

"Is it half dead to be killed by the magic power that protects you?" Yi Yin took a parcel out of her belongings blankly and spread it on the floor. "Tomorrow, I have to hurry, if you think it is under the bullock cart. You can stay awake if it ’s easy. "

"Hmm ... huh." Meixi jumped from the bed and opened her mouth to blow the lamp.

call--

There was nothing like a weird wind sound when the lamp was blown, and the lamp was not blown.

Yi Yin was wondering what Meixi was playing again, and she was suddenly rushed from her back: "Tiger Tiger Tiger-Big Tiger!"

He was turned involuntarily by the girl with a half turn, and then he saw a white-headed tiger with a dazzling eye appearing out of nowhere in the station hut, looking at it with a playful gaze.

"Mo Pan, this is not a tiger," Yi Yin glanced at the green eyes of the white tiger, the weird long hair above his head, and a pair of black wings: "It is one of the legendary four evils, [Qian Qi]."

"Will you panic?" Meixi shouted.

"Really don't panic. If it's a tiger, we might be eaten if we can't beat it," Yi Yin said. "But if it's poor, it's just a matter of whether it's eaten or not ... it doesn't have to be played."

"..." Mei Xi was speechless, but refused to look at it.

"Well, before the formal conversation, I have to correct one of your mistakes," "Fanqi" said verbally: "I am now called" Mother of the Golden Light ", but a disciple of the main disciples of Tongtianjiao."

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