The back door of my house is open to floods

After checking for a while, the leader Yaowanggu cultivator raised his head and shook his head secretly at Huang Cheng.

Lou Zong's expression on the side was a little ugly, and the pockmarked military masters beside him looked even more gloomy.

In the vast middle-earth practice world, there are not many people who talk about the medicine stone alchemy technique that can get out of the Yaowang Valley, and even the strong people who came to the Yaowang Valley shook their heads, which shows that it is tricky!

Huang Cheng looked numb, and just slowly sat on the chair.

At this moment, a monk also wearing a white cloak hurried in outside the Sheriff's Mansion and came forward to report.

"Lord Sheriff, I just waited for the elders of the Road Department to notice that someone is spying on the luck of the Sheriff's Mansion!"

"What?" As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the monks in the Sheriff's Mansion, who were already frightened, changed, and everyone understood the meaning!

"Could it be the wealthy rebels from other counties!"

Lou Zong's complexion darkened, and he looked a little worried. During this time, the monks in the prefect's mansion discovered that many spies from other counties had poured into Qianzhou, and there were also some thugs and fake kings from other counties in Jiangnan Province.

Now the military barracks in Ding'an City are already empty at this time, nearly a thousand of the [-] Qianzhou soldiers died, and most of the rest were sick and injured. , I'm afraid catastrophe is not far away.

Standing in the corner, Zhang Ying glanced at the two fellow Earth Immortals with the same expression on their faces. This kind of plague is so strange that even Earth Immortals can be infected with their primordial spirit. She shook her head. I can find that expert to make a move.

Returning to the side hall, Zhang Ying no longer had any doubts, and directly set up a dharma altar, bathed and burned incense according to the old method of contact.

Lingbo Lake Shuiyan Hall, on the divine throne, Lin Yuan slowly entered the scene, and while waving his hands, he just ran Ziwei Doushu slightly, and suddenly saw a trace of the secret, his eyes pondered, the divine light in his hand was condensed, and he took out a small He ordered Hu Hu, one of Lingyun's five sons, to take the Qiankun bag with him and go directly to Ding'an City, Qianzhou!

Chapter 341 Relief

In the Shuiyan hall, the five sons of Lingyun each occupied a side hall of the water gate.

After being tortured in Lin Yuan's hands for two years, the edges and corners were smoothed, and each of Ling Yun's five sons calmed down a lot.

It is true that the five of them have never forgotten that fairy master, but they also realized the benefits of following this Honghu god.

Now the five of them have all received the rank of the seventh-rank Water Mansion River Patrol General. Although the rank is not high and there are many handymen, it is enough for the five sons of Lingyun to cultivate.

Being able to keep in touch with the turbulent water veins in Honghu Lake all the time, and to absorb the essence of water in Honghu Lake, is undoubtedly much superior to ordinary sect monks.

Hu Hu received a message from a ghost and god, so he didn't dare to neglect, went to the Shuiyan Hall to get the universe bag, and prepared to go to Ding'an City in Qianzhou.

But on the way, I saw a handsome young man in white clothes with a worried expression from a distance.

"Sima He?"

Looking at this figure, Hu Hu looked a little strange, this senior brother was still practicing in the side hall just now, so why did he appear in front of him.

"Sima He, what the hell are you doing?"

Hu Hu took a few steps forward with the strange weapon that looked like a knife but not a knife, and a sword but not a sword on his back, and he came to the front.

"Did the god send you to Ding'an City in Qianzhou?"

After finishing speaking, seeing Hu Hu's thick eyebrows twitching, Sima He shook his head and said. "Don't worry too much, I'm not asking you to disobey the orders of the gods, nor am I here to sow discord!"

Hu Hu's mind moved and he knew what Sima He was referring to.

A plague was happening in Ding'an City of Qianzhou at this time, and it was extremely dangerous. At that time, a strange plague aimed at the primordial spirit, even if a monk was not careful, his foundation would be damaged.

However, Hu Hu believed that it was reasonable for the god to send him to Ding'an City at this time. If the god was dissatisfied with him, there was no need for such means.

"Do you still remember Lingyun Peak Lingyun Temple?"

Just said something lightly, Sima He looked at Hu Hu and said.

"When you have time, take a look at Master for us!"

As soon as the words fell, Sima He's figure flashed and quietly disappeared on the spot. Hu Hu shook his head. Although he was big and thick, he was not dull, and he understood the meaning of Sima He's words.

With a slight sigh in my heart, I immediately circulated the mana of the primordial spirit, turning into a stream of light and heading towards Qianzhou City.

Inside the Sheriff's Mansion, Zhang Ying soon received news that there was another monk outside the Sheriff's Mansion who claimed to be from Lingboshui Mansion and came to relieve the siege of Ancheng.

At this time, the county guard Huang Cheng and others were worried about the robbers' coveting. Hearing this, they were overjoyed and ordered Zhang Ying to personally welcome Hu Hu into the county guard's mansion.

"It seems that the plague in Ding'an City is a bit alarming!"

Stepping into the Sheriff's Mansion, Hu Hu saw at a glance the monks in the Sheriff's Mansion sitting in the corridors, relying on the Dragon Qi of the Sheriff's Mansion to resist the plague.

These cultivators who used to be immortal in the past, now have pockmarks all over their faces, which makes people laugh.

There are also several female nuns who deliberately covered their fair necks with light gauze, and sat cross-legged with their eyes closed.

The plague in Qianzhou was much more serious than Hu Hu had imagined, but it seemed that not everyone was affected, and some guards were still able to shuttle freely. Obviously, these alien plagues had other mysteries.

Hu Hu was worried, but with a mission in mind, he could only bite the bullet.

Next to him, noticing Hu Hu's gaze, Zhang Ying couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"Dare to ask this senior brother, can that senior teach the senior brother the magic method to prevent and control this plague poison?"

"You don't need to ask too much, the god said that someone will come forward to solve this plague when the time comes!"

Hu Hu shook his head.

As he entered the main hall of the sheriff's yamen, Hu Hu's expression moved slightly, and he looked slightly surprised when he glanced through the yamen.

The two masters of the emperor's holy land, the real Feng Lin, Feng Jiuxiao, and the holy man, Situ Hei, are all famous military strategists for a while.

Hu Hu had once seen that one of these two was handsome and handsome, and the other was not famous for being handsome, but he had his own demeanor, but at this time his face was covered with pockmarks.

There is also a person wearing a cloak whose identity cannot be seen, but his body is majestic.

It's just that he is representing Honghu Shuifu at this time, and he is not stage frightened at the moment.

Seeing a middle-aged middle-aged man with a sallow face and a medium build wearing a black official uniform above the chief seat, Hu Hu gave a slight salute, his expression neither humble nor overbearing.

"Hu Hu, a disciple of Lingyun Temple, has met the Lord Sheriff!"

Huang Cheng glanced at it and said with a smile.

"It really is a cultivator of the immortal family, with extraordinary bearing!"

"However, brother Dao is from a foreigner, so these common etiquettes are nothing more than that. I heard that your Excellency was born under the seat of a god, and I don't know how the god of Honghu can teach me!"

At this time in the hall, many monks watched this scene with cold eyes, and Honghu Shenjun was the focus of Dongyue Divine Court during this period.

There is no lack of the figure of this god in many major events.

It's just that this god is very low-key, and spends most of his time in retreat. Many monks have never seen the real face and the opponent's methods.