"I heard that Changhai is backward."

"Reverse?"

"real."

"Why is it called a hairy thief?"

"They have all kept their hair, not hair, or something. They are going to kill to death if they don't have their hair, and they are going to kill them."

"What's going to die? This is a rebellion. Changmao defeated Yong'an. This is a change of dynasty."

"Just that group of long-haired thieves can change their dynasties, the green smoke has not yet emerged from the graves of their ancestors."

"You have land and land at home, of course you don't want them to succeed in rebellion. My land at home became Zhang Facai's family three years ago. I'll go to join the Changmao Army."

A brightly dressed young man walked into the world's first floor with a lot of discussion. He listened to some vendors at the door talking about these, and it was like the wind blew across the back of his hands, and he couldn't bring any touch to him.

The young man shook the white paper fan with his hands and went straight upstairs.

A pretty servant was serving tea and water in this noisy building, wiping the table and sweeping the floor.

This person is Wu Lele. She took her father who was getting sick day by day to seek medical treatment, but she had no money at all, so she had to pick some medicine and sell it all the way to earn money. With her ability, it would be easy to want money, but her father warned her early on not allowing her to use magic to gain wealth on earth, and money on earth is even more undesirable. So she has been working hard to make money on her own.

She has been here in Changsha City for nearly half a month and found out that a famous master of the country. It is said that this man's ancestors were once the imperial physician in the palace and also a monk in the medical field.

Unfortunately, this medical monk has a rule that ordinary people only need money to seek medical treatment, and they can even pay no money. But if a monk comes to seek medical treatment, he has to use a magic or magic weapon, or practice technique as a medical treatment. When Wu Lele came to the clinic, a doctor in the clinic only asked Wu Lele about some of his situation. However, when a young man passed by Wu Lele, there was a surprise on his face, and he was overjoyed.

After he asked Wu Lele about his purpose, he asked Wu Lele to take her father to the clinic. When Wu Lele thought his father was saved, he found that things were not as he had imagined. The purpose of this young monk who called himself the young master of the clinic was to himself.

His purpose is his own blood.

After Wu Lele knew this, she was not panicked, but asked if she could cure her father. She knew better than anyone else that her father's illness came from this world.

The other party gave Wu Lele's father Wu Tianguan that day, and Wu Tianguan woke up that day, but unfortunately he didn't wake up for a long time.

That young man is the young and middle-aged man who has entered the world's first floor. He is also a celebrity in Changsha City, known as the young master of Xiaoyixian. He said that to cure Wu Lele's father, it cannot be cured overnight. Every time he treats him, Wu Lele will give him some blood.

The young master of the little doctor said that Wu Lele wanted to live in his house, but Wu Lele naturally refused. In fact, in her heart, this young master of the little doctor may not be able to cure his father. She suspected that his purpose was just to want his own blood.

Until now, Wu Lele doesn't know what she is. She only knows that she was picked up under a tree, and then she is born with some weird spells, and many spells can be understood at just one point. After being cut, she can quickly recover and there is no scar.

However, although she has many special features, she is still hungry and needs to eat. So she works as a choreographer in this restaurant called the No. 1 floor in the world. It only takes three meals to eat. It is not easy to find such a thing these days. She stands out from more than a dozen people who want to do things in the building.

There is a guest who has occupied window seats for many years on this first floor in the world, but he is like the owner of this restaurant.

"Oh, what wind has blown the prince, come on, please come here."

A bartender in the restaurant greeted him, and the prince was the young master of the little medical immortal who was called a cultivator. He did not sit down at the table in the direction pointed by the bartender, but went straight up the stairs and came to the window seat on the third floor, and sat down in front of the old man who looked like a member of the official.

"My father asked me to say hello to the real person on his behalf." said the prince.

The waiter sitting there quietly drinking tea raised his eyelids and looked at Mr. Wang, took a sip of the tea lightly, and then said, "She is working in my place now, don't stretch your hands too long."

"Haha, the real person is really good at joking. Who doesn't know that in this whole Changsha city she came to our Huairen Medical Center first." said Mr. Wang.

"I'm not joking, you don't want to call the real person. I'm just a lonely ghost from no sect. Just call my name directly. I can't stand the word " real person."

"Zhenren, you are the master of Zhishouguan. Even if Zhishouguan's spiritual power is dissipated now, as long as there is Zhenren, I believe that Zhishouguan will still have the day when spiritual power is gathered." Prince Wang said complimentally.

However, the former Zhishouguan Guan Guan only took a sip of tea and did not speak. His faint expression made the prince's heart feel a little gloomy. He continued: "My father said that this woman's blood and medicinal value is extremely high. Once she entered Huairen Hall, there is no reason to turn a blind eye."

"Enter my temple, everything belongs to me." Zhishouguanguan's master retracted his gaze drifting towards the distant streets and said slowly. However, as soon as he said this, he felt a sense of domineeringness that came to his face.

Prince Wang was stunned and sighed: "People call it a phoenix that is not as good as a chicken. Is the viewer still the viewer?"

There are several different meanings in his meaning, one of which is ironic, which means that the fallen phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken, let alone you, the Zhishouguanguan master who has dispersed the spiritual power of the sect.

At least to the Lord Zhishouguan, he sounded sarcastic, but the prince's expression only looked like sighing.

Then he stood up, turned around and left and went downstairs. After going downstairs, he naturally looked at Wu Lele at the place, but he didn't see Wu Lele.

He didn't care, but went back to Huairen Hall. He had heard that Wu Lele had come to the world's first floor before, and thought that something bad might happen. Sure enough, it was not just them in this world that could see that Wu Lele was not a human physique, but other people could see it.

He was going to tell his father about this, and only he knew how much his father valued Wu Lele, because the elixir his father was about to refine was missing a main medicine, and he had not found it after searching for more than ten years. Wu Lele's blood was an excellent substitute.

When he returned to Huairen Hall, he was told by a panicked servant that Wu Tianguan had disappeared. He immediately thought of Wu Lele, who suddenly disappeared from the world's No. 1 floor. He felt nervous and said to himself: "I still underestimate you, but do you think you can escape like this?"

Prince Wang stretched out his fingers and a little bit of aura flew out from his nails, turning into a bee, hovering in the air, and then flew in one direction. Prince Wang did not rush to follow, but went to find his father. What he was worried about was that more people would intervene.

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Yi Yan looked at the dense forest. He was not specialized in military tactics. He once thought that magic could determine everything. The military tactics and strategies of marching and fighting were useless at all. However, now looking at the dense forest and valley, he thought that there might be pursuers behind him. If he was careless and he might be able to escape alone, then none of them could survive. He suddenly regretted that he had not read any military books before.

When many people's lives are delivered to one person, some people will feel arrogant and energetic, while others will feel heavy. Yi Yan feels heavy at this moment. Although he is no longer afraid of life and death, when many lives may suffer great trouble in one thought, Yi Yan feels a little afraid.

He looked at the more than 500 pairs of eyes that were staring at him, and the pairs of eyes full of survival. He gave orders to let all the old and weak who could no longer fight and the injured go to the valley ahead to rest first, while he himself took the evil soldiers who could still fight to explore the road on the other side and searched for some food, so that everyone would not have to worry, and left some seriously injured evil soldiers to calm people's hearts. When he left, he repeatedly warned everyone to be careful and not to make noise. He chose a leader from them and let him restrain everyone.

Yi Yan looked at the old and weak who slowly entered the mountains, including women, elderly people, and children. They all escaped from Yong'an City by chance. He couldn't help but think that if his sister Yi An had not been secretly sent by him to a girls' school run by foreigners in Guangzhou, he might have been separated from her at this time.

Now evil spirits permeate the world, and practitioners cannot see through the world, and other monks also hide themselves. When magic cannot be used, they can only use their brains to analyze other people's psychology.

Yi Yan was not sure if there would be ambush in the mountain, so he let the old and weak go in first, while he himself went in another direction, but he was not far away. At the same time, he used magic to hide the aura of the evil queen.

If there are pursuers behind him and ambushing in the mountains, then Yi Yan must have taken the evil soldiers to avoid them.

Yi Yan saw a hint of unbearableness on Li Xiucheng's face, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Suddenly, Yi Yan heard a burst of screams coming from the front, followed by screams and noise.

His heart suddenly burst, and he knew that there was indeed an ambush in the valley. At the same time, his eyes saw everything through the eyes of a child in the valley.

It was a demon soldier of more than 400 people. The demon soldiers were engraved with two talisman seals, and their clothes were bright and armor, as if they had not participated in the previous siege battle.

Suddenly, what Yi Yan saw disappeared because the child was killed, and the spell of the Eyes outside his body dispersed.

Although it was only a short time, Yi Yan had already understood who the monk was ambushed in the mountains. He was Zhou Tianjue, a disciple of the current imperial master. For so long, Yi Yan, the monks in the Qing army, recognized and knew the origin.

Yi Yan looked back at the evil soldiers who followed him and secretly estimated it in his heart, thinking: "This valley is just used to ambush the small groups of soldiers hiding in the mountains. There should be no more large groups of people. If he can attack in one fell swoop, he will fight quickly and then cross the mountain and you will be a road of life. There is no need to walk the two murderous roads over there."

He thought of this in his heart, gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "There is a team of Qing soldiers ahead. As long as we kill them, we can completely break out of the encirclement. For the sake of heaven and for the chance to meet your wife and children, go and kill them with me and kill them..."
Chapter completed!