Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

A black shadow flashed behind the three of them, and a man in black appeared behind them, half kneeling on the ground with a respectful expression.

"My lord, Young Master Fusu has arrived at Sanghai."

"Where's Zhao Gao?" Su Ying didn't turn his head.

"No trace."

"Go back and tell Fei Min and Zheng He that it's good to keep an eye on them. There is no room for loss in this attack." Su Ying glanced slightly from the corner of his eye, his eyes were clear, and the man in black couldn't help but tremble when he saw Su Ying's gaze.

"Yes!"

The man in black leaves.

"Let's start to act too." Su Ying said to the two women, the two women nodded, and the three of them moved their movements and flew towards the city of Sanghai below.

In the city of Sanghai, in a single room of an elegant tea house, the Xinghun of the Yinyang family sat opposite to Lord Yunzhong, sitting by the window, sipping Qingming.

"Master Xinghun, have you noticed something strange about Lord Moon God recently?" Yun Zhongjun asked with a cup of tea, looking at the charming and handsome young Xinghun opposite.

"Oh, Your Excellency also noticed it?" Xinghun raised his eyes, looking at Jundao Yunzhong with a half-smile. .

Chapter 232

"I've noticed that Lord Moon God's aura has been fluctuating quite strangely lately, and her impression is quite different from before," Yun Zhongjun said.

"That's true. Since returning from the Mohist Trick City last time, the breath of the Moon God gives people a sense of confusion and restlessness." Xinghun lowered his head, looking at the reflection in the clear tea liquid in the jade cup.

"So, what happened to Lord Moon God in the Mohist Trick City that made her restless and unforgettable for a long time?" Yun Zhongjun said with a smile.

"Perhaps." Xinghun replied later, but his eyes were attracted by some people on the street below.

Yun Zhongjun followed his gaze, and Xiaoyaozi walked straight through with a few Renzong disciples in the busy street below.

"Taoist clan." Yun-Zhongjun was slightly startled.

"Ren Zong's worthless people dare to come to this muddy water of Sanghai, they are really asking for their own death." Xing Hun said coldly, his eyes were sharp and tinged with coldness.

"I heard that Renzong's Xiaoyaozi has a close relationship with the Mohist family. He must have come to Sanghai to meet up with the Mohist rebels." Yun Zhongjun said.

"Convergence? Isn't that just a catch?" Xinghun raised the corner of his mouth, evoking a strange smile, he stretched out his left hand, and the dark blue light gathered in the palm of his hand formed a flying insect, which flew down quickly and flew into the body of a disciple of the Human Sect. Among the clothes.

"In this way, those little mice of the Mo family will have nowhere to hide." Xing Hun stopped and said proudly.

"Master Xinghun is very good at it." Yun Zhongjun praised.

Haiyue Xiaozhu.

The young master in a white robe helped Su off his horse.

"The last general, Zhang Han, pay homage to your son." Zhang Han, who was dressed in a military armor, clasped his fists and saluted Fusu.

"General Zhang Han, we are already acquainted, so there is no need to be polite." Fusu said gently.

"Thank you, my lord." Zhang Han raised his head, looked at Fusu, the elder son who was somewhat similar to His Majesty the emperor, and said, "Prime Minister Li has already held a banquet inside and is waiting for you to come. Please, my lord."

Fusu nodded, "It's reassuring to have a general guarding this place."

After Fusu finished speaking, he walked towards the inside.

"Fusu has already arrived." On the treetop outside Haiyue Xiaozhu, Robber Zhi peeked out one eye and looked there. He moved slightly and held his breath. Zhang Han, who was standing outside with eagle-eyed eyes, couldn't help him. careless.

Zhang Han summoned the shadow guards and set up defenses to guard against possible attacks.

On the streets of Songhai.

Su Ying led Yan Lingji and Chi Lian to walk slowly on the crowded street, with shops and stalls on both sides, very lively.

The three of them didn't hide their faces, and naturally attracted countless astonishing gazes. Some of them stared at Su Ying among the three with their eyes wide open, shocked. They obviously recognized his identity. He didn't dare to make the slightest sound, for fear of attracting dissatisfaction from that person.

The three of them turned a blind eye to those gazes, and their expressions were naturally calm.

Yan Lingji walked to a hanging decoration stand, looked at a fiery red hairpin, and liked it a little, she held the hairpin and looked at Su Ying.

Su Ying smiled, walked to the stall with Chi Lian, and asked the middle-aged store manager, "How much is the hairpin in her hand?"

The store manager was obedient, not daring to look directly at the three people in front of him, "Five, five taels."

Su Ying reached out and took out an ingot of gold from his sleeve, put it on the shop, and took another light black jade hairpin by the way, "Is it enough?"

Su Ying reached out and took out an ingot of gold from his sleeve, put it on the shop, and took another light black jade hairpin by the way, "Is it enough?"

"Enough is enough."

Su Ying handed the other one to Chi Lian beside him.

Chi Lian was slightly surprised: "For me?"

"Otherwise, I don't need a hairpin." Su Ying smiled, clear and gentle.

Chi Lian's pretty face was powdered, she reached out to take the hairpin from Su Ying's hand, her heart was sweet, her eyes were like autumn water.

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Yan Lingji next to her was a bit apprehensive, Qingcheng's seductive cheeks were slightly bulging, Su Ying noticed this, smiled slightly, reached out to hold her jade hand, she was very happy, and wrapped her arms around Su Ying's arm, charming and charming His body leaned against Su Ying.

"Roast chicken, it smells so good." A familiar young voice came to Su Ying's ears.

Su Ying turned his head and looked over there. In front of the grilled chicken stand, Tianming in Confucian shirt was opening his mouth, drooling looking at the roasted golden chicken dripping with oil.