The morning breeze blew through the ear tips, and the gray donkey pulling the cart shook his head and sniffed heavily.

Jing Tianyang stuffed the package into the donkey cart, called a few families into the cart, turned around and came to the front of the cart. Jing Hua stood beside the cart and handed a stack of silver notes to him.

"Uncle San, after arriving in Huoyun Town, arrange everyone's food and accommodation. If there is any order in Guanyuezhai, try to do as much as possible. If all tribe members are not necessary, they must not have any troubles. I will handle the important matters at hand and will come to meet you. We will directly return to Lile City."

"good......"

Jing Tianyang took the silver notes and bowed slightly to show his respect. By seniority, Jing Hua was his nephew, but the status differences between monks and the people were huge, and most people dare not easily cross the gap.

Watching the donkey cart join the village caravan and slowly sail towards the avenue. Jing Hua turned around and left the village and walked on another mountain road.

The Jing family has more than fifty mouths, and it is inevitable that they will attract attention when they gather together. Jing Hua has killed many monks in the "Ghost Sect", so it is not advisable to show up in public. If you are recognized, the monks may not be afraid, but if you have to take care of the safety of dozens of tribes, things will become very troublesome.

Jing Hua's method is to break the whole into pieces.

As early as a month ago, the fifth uncle Jing Tianshou took Jing Hua's handwritten letter and jade plaque to Huoyun Town to meet the manager Xi Yuan. On the letter, Jing Hua asked Xi Yuan for help and resettle a group of members of the Jing clan.

Although "Guanyuezhai" does not operate inns and hotels, all the managers live nearby, so they must have their own manors. If the members of the Jing clan live there temporarily, even if the "Yougui Sect" has the courage to go over and talk about it.

More importantly, dozens of people traveled to Lile City together, and it was difficult to take care of them from afar. If you can join the "Guanyuezhai" caravan, the situation will be completely different.

Depending on the size of the caravan in the Zhai, there will be a corresponding number of guest officials and entrusted with guardians, which can greatly reduce the pressure on Jinghua.

Xi Yuan and Jing Hua have been in contact. Soon, Fu He sent a letter and agreed to Jing Hua's request. He set up a special farm for the Jing clan to live in. For more than ten days, Jing Hua sent away all his relatives one after another, and Jing Tian raised his whole family was the last group.

The distance from Xingshan City to Huoyun Town is not too far, and now they all belong to the sphere of influence of the "Ghost Sect". The risk of walking in the caravan is relatively small.

Originally, Jing Hua wanted to travel with Jing Tianyang, but because of the previous reasons, he had to delay for another two days.

Before entering the Huoyun Valley, Yun Yong always guided Jing Hua to practice. Even because of the sect's assignment, it can be regarded as a fate of incense.

Yun Yong did his best to help Jing Hua avoid many detours. Now Yun Yong is trapped in prison, and the monks think that there should be rewards.

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The sun is at its peak and the sun is shining.

Yun Yong picked up the broken bowl and slowly swallowed the rotten rice into his abdomen. The faint burning heat filled the internal organs, and it felt like it was "marrow-washing pill".

In the past few days, the bad rice has been "added" every now and then. "Xiao Huan Dan", "Marceal Cleansing Pill", and some elixirs that Yun Yong doesn't know.

He was imprisoned by the "Ghost Sect" for a long time, and the prisoners' imprisonment was extremely poor, resulting in extremely weak physical weakness. A little pill strengthened the foundation and cultivated the essence. Although he could not repair the wounds and recovered completely, simple actions were no longer a problem.

Yun Yong closed his eyes and pretended to lean against the prison door to rest.

On the surface, he was almost the same as the other prisoners, all of whom were half dead. But Yun Yong's thoughts were turbulent and he could not calm down for a moment.

He was imprisoned by the "Ghost Sect" for nearly ten years. He was already desperate, but he was just going to live day by day. The spiritual medicine in the prison suddenly came and ignited the spark of hope.

Yun Yong's deadly mood was "resurrected" and could not stop for a moment. Relying on the nourishment and conditioning of the elixir, his energy gradually recovered. He did nothing every day, and he kept thinking about who was helping him?

The "Ghost Sect" is obviously impossible. If torture is needed, they can do it directly, without such trouble.

Through simple communication between prisoners, Yun Yong knew that the sect had been destroyed, and even if there were a few left, he would not care about a spirit-gathering disciple.

Waiting is the most painful. Yun Yong listed his close friends and relatives one by one, picked out a few of the most likely objects, checked and guessed one by one, so as to kill time and calm his emotions. Days passed day by day, Yun Yong felt a little restless, and the "dong dong" sound seemed to be beating in his ears.

"Squeak..."

The prison door opened and a male cultivator walked into the dungeon. He slowly walked to Yun Yong in a gray and black robe.

The prisoners around them held their breath and did not dare to speak. Judging from their appearance, the other party was undoubtedly a disciple of the "Ghost Sect" spirit gathering.

Yun Yong secretly complained in his heart. For many years, no one of the "Ghost Sect" has paid attention to him. It is rare to have the opportunity to escape from the sky, but something happened at the critical moment.

The male cultivator took out a run of keys and opened the prison door slowly. He threw out something casually and landed it in front of Yun Yong.

"come out......"

Yun Yong was thinking about countermeasures when a short stick suddenly appeared in front of him. He immediately realized that something was wrong. In the past, the prison guards punched and kicked the prisoners to leave quickly, and never offered the treatment of a stick.

Although the "Master Yun Hall" is disabled, his cultivation is still there and he can barely walk with a bumpy ride.

Is it said that it is "one of our own people"? Yun Yong knew very well that it was noon now. If the other party came to save him, how could he leave the "Yougui Sect" branch? It would never be possible to fight all the way out.

Time is tight, and Yun Yong has no time to think about it. Although he is not very good at cultivation, he has a wide range of knowledge and rich experience. He should not hesitate to miss things.

Yun Yong bent down and picked up his cane, walked out of the cell as usual, smiled and saluted the gray-clad male cultivator, and then limped towards the prison door. The male cultivator followed behind him, looking like he was doing business.

"Bang!"

The dungeon gate was locked again, and two of the prisoners were sensitive and vaguely felt something was wrong.

The "Ghost Sect" treated prisoners cruelly and cruelly, so how could he give Old Man Yun a cane for no reason? But with long-term power, they did not dare to offend the prison guards and did not ask.

As soon as he left the dungeon, Yun Yong's doubts were completely resolved.

There were several people lying in the class room outside the dungeon, two of whom were dressed in gray clothes, obviously disciples of the "Ghost Sect". All the prison guards did not move, not knowing whether they were dead or dizzy.

"Master Yun, take off your clothes!"

The low voice of the male cultivator came from his ears. Yun Yong was shocked and didn't care about the other party's name. He quickly removed all the old clothes and torn pants. The male cultivator's hand flashed, and a talisman disappeared.

Yun Yong felt his body weak, as if he was soaked in boiling hot water, and then he kept rolling back and forth.

It is the "Reason and Beast Talisman"!

As soon as Yun Yong's thoughts arose, a hot pain came from his body. A monk who is proficient in spiritual food likes to use it to deal with the corpses of monsters and clean and remove hair.

The mist dissipated, and his bright body seemed to have just passed by the bath, looking white and clean. However, from head to toe, half of his hair was left, like a smooth and smooth bald man.
Chapter completed!