The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

The busy town is very bustling, with people coming and going on the street, bargaining and business booming.

It is located at the junction of Nanzhou and Qingzhou, with the continuous North Heng Mountain on the left and the Nanhan River on the right.

The name of this city is Dazhong.

Dazhong City is warm in winter and cool in summer, with occasional light snow in winter and light rain in spring and summer, but there will never be heavy rain, so it is difficult for the Yaozu to cross the mountain to take advantage of the rain to come here.

Moisturized by the South Han River in Linze, the vegetation here is luxuriant, the flowers flourish, the people live a leisurely and rich life, and people get along very well with each other.

Their pace of life is very slow, and the business exchanges between the North and South Continents are not a problem at all.

The people gathered in Dazhong are second-class people with some money and social status, and there is no shadow of third-class people at all.They don't have to worry about food or clothing, and naturally they don't have to worry about making a living.

The features and features are close to the misty and rainy water villages in the south of the Yangtze River, with continuous rivers on both sides, fishing boats sailing leisurely in the water, lotus flowers blooming gracefully, and the lotus leaves are especially green.

Ding Baocheng finally arrived here after flying for ten days. After living here for two days, he basically knew how to enter Nanzhou.

In March, there will be the annual monk selection competition held in Nanzhou, and many practitioners will gather here.

Because the preliminary competition is held here, half of the people must be screened out first, lest someone enter Nanzhou indiscriminately.

Generally speaking, people of insight from all over the world will come here 15 days before the game.

Due to the superior geographical location of Dazhong and the unique conditions in all aspects, except for the local residents and some very wealthy traders, they are not short of money at all, but outsiders spend a lot of money to eat and live here.

Prices are ten times or even dozens of times higher than those outside, and it is difficult to live here without enough money.

Cultivators generally concentrate on their cultivation, and don't have many extraneous things like money.

As long as you come 15 days before the competition and enter the preliminary competition, then Nanzhou will pay a certain amount of money while distributing the admission ticket as reimbursement for living expenses.

This considerable amount of money is the basic guarantee for many monks who really have two brushes. They don't worry about not being able to enter the preliminary round, so they will step on the 15-day point.

And other fringe people, who can't guarantee to enter the preliminary round, and whose families don't have much money, will conservatively choose to come in the first three days.

In this way, even if they can't enter the preliminary round, they can still pay a fee within an acceptable range, which can be regarded as a travel fee for coming to see the world.

Many sects in Qingzhou, and even the four foreign nations of Beiyi, Nanyang, Xiyue, and Dongyuan on the four mainland islands around Fanluo Continent will also send their few foreign sects to participate.

At the same time, those monks from other races would bring a lot of gifts, such as bison meat, rhinoceros horns, a large amount of raw ore, and the beauties of the Fan tribe, etc. are all common offerings.

Because these foreign monks represent their country, according to the precedent, the Nanzhou Dynasty will allocate a certain proportion so that they basically enter the re-examination with a ratio of 10 to 7.

In this way, because the quota is occupied, the cultivators from Qingzhou can only reserve one hundred quotas that pass the initial test.

Although many people think this is against fairness, the rules were originally established by the Nanzhou Dynasty, and no one dares to speak out.

Ding Baocheng came early, walking on the street, breathing in the cool rain and fog, and said to himself:

——This place is really outstanding, with spiritual nourishment, and the cultivation base will definitely be able to rise to a higher level.

But he heard children running and frolicking in the street. He stood aside with his hands behind his back and watched them play hopscotch in an open space with great interest.

After standing for a while, he felt a bit of a headache. He raised his hand and dozed off and pressed his nose. Recently, for some reason, he was always prone to fatigue and abdominal discomfort.

Although he is unparalleled in alchemy and pharmacy, his medical skills...especially the art of calling the pulse...it can be said that he really understands the superficial.

He hates memorizing heavy medical books, and Qing Xuzi has scolded him countless times.

Fortunately, with Mu Jige as a target, Qing Xuzi completely pointed the finger at the new disciple.He was forced to memorize medical books and learn alchemy every day, but he ignored Ding Baocheng and stopped nagging.

Just as Ding Baocheng was thinking, he turned his head and was about to leave, when a carriage galloped past and brushed against his shoulder, only narrowly missing him.

"Why is this car so overbearing? What if it hits someone..." Ding Baocheng said while turning his head to look at the car.

As soon as the words were finished, the carriage seemed to be unmanned, rushing towards the children in Zongjiao who didn't realize that the disaster had come.

Ding Baocheng frowned, raised his hand and drew two magic blades, one cut off the reins of the crazy horse in front of the carriage, and the other missed the horse's head.

The horse turned around and ran to the side, but the carriage continued to rush forward due to inertia. Although the speed was not as fast as before, it hit the children, and they would definitely die.

Without hesitation, Ding Baocheng flew up and landed in front of the frightened child. The spiritual light in his body ran away and cast an enchantment to block the carriage that was galloping like the wind.

The coachman reeked of alcohol, and although he was still in shock, he had already returned to his senses. He stared at the Taoist priest in white who suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked the heavy carriage weighing a thousand catties with his body.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage toppled to the side again due to inertia, but stopped moving forward, and the children behind him were no longer threatened.

Seeing this, Ding Baocheng quickly moved to the side where the carriage fell, and pushed the wall of the carriage with his hands, his feet were pushed back by the heavy carriage.

The bluestone slab under his feet was dented by his right foot, the horse stopped, and the cart stopped leaning.

The surrounding crowd stopped their business transactions. They were stunned in shock, but when they came back to their senses, they all applauded the young Taoist: "Come on!"

Ding Bao didn't have any distractions, he stepped on the ground with his right foot and exerted force with his arms at the same time, with a skillful effort, the carriage stood upright again and swayed left and right, and finally came to a stop safely.

Only then did the parents of the group of children dare to step forward and hold their children in their arms. There was a little doll who was dressed simply and exuded extravagance, standing by the side helplessly, as if he was petrified.

Ding Bao didn't want to bother him at all.

But the child had red lips and white teeth, a cute face, and a pair of big watery eyes looking around, as if he wanted to cry a little because of fear, but he tried his best to hold back the tears, which rolled round and round in his eye sockets.

It was very sympathetic, and Ding Baocheng was stunned for a moment before he caught his gaze.

The dark black pupils finally landed on Ding Baocheng. He couldn't see Ding Baocheng's face, but he couldn't help walking towards him hesitantly, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Big Brother..."

Ding Baocheng's heart moved when he saw his eyes. This child reminded him of Kong Mingfan, who was lonely and helpless when he was a child.

Thinking of him, Ding Baocheng felt pain in his heart. He couldn't help squatting down, and said softly: "Little guy, where is your family? Aren't you going home?"

The child gently held his finger, and flattened his lips: "Min'er has no family, and I follow the wet-nurse, but the wet-nurse is sick, and he doesn't like me making noise, so he let me out to play."

"Min'er," Ding Baocheng frowned and looked at the child. Scars could be seen vaguely on his clothes, as if he had been abused.

Ding Baocheng couldn't help feeling sorry for him, so he planned to go to his home to check on the situation: "Then I'll take you home and help your nurse see a doctor, okay?"

"Big brother will still see a doctor?" Min'er pursed his lips, he was both happy and scared, and finally shook his head dejectedly after struggling for a moment: "It's better not to, nurse, he doesn't like being disturbed, otherwise he will... ..."

Ding Baocheng's eyes darkened, "Is he going to hit you again?"

Min'er didn't expect him to know, so he hurriedly shook his head subconsciously, but Ding Baocheng's firm and gentle eyes seemed to have a kind of power that made him want to say what was in his heart. The tears rolling in his eyes finally flowed down, and he said softly: "Well, the nurse... used to beat me with a whip, and I cried and he beat me harder. No one came."

Ding Baocheng touched his soft hair distressedly, "Okay, don't cry. Since your nurse doesn't want others to go to the house, it's good for you. I will follow you secretly. If he hits you, I will kill you." Go help you, okay?"

Min'er looked at him tearfully: "But... after you help me, big brother will still beat me when you leave."

Ding Baocheng didn't expect him to be so far-sighted as a child, so he hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was really inappropriate to put him here alone. Since he saw it and saved him, it showed that the two were destined. Practice is also of no benefit.

He thought for a while before saying: "I will help you find a good family to take you in."

Min'er pursed her lips, glanced at Ding Baocheng, and then nodded: "Okay."

...

"Your Highness..."

"Have you found him?" The xuanpao man sitting in the study was full of anxiety in his hoarse voice, but he could not bear to ask coldly to a group of black-clothed assassins kneeling on the ground.

"No...no, my lord is so powerful. I don't know what kind of spells he used to cover his tracks. We used all the reconnaissance stations of Feiying...and...we didn't find his whereabouts." The black-clothed assassin who was half kneeling on the ground led the way. Bow your head and report.

He was a little afraid. The British king who had just returned to the court held great power, and his methods were particularly ruthless. No one dared to go against his wishes.

"I gave you ten days, but now you can't find even a single trace of him?" Kong Mingfan's mandible was bitten into a cold line, and he sneered, "Feiying is not the most eyeliner in the whole continent." The widest and most efficient investigation department? You can’t escape the intelligence from the sky and the earth, and it can be said to be omnipotent. How can it be so difficult for you to find someone today? Is it... Feiying is no longer good, so I want to Was it removed from the Nanzhou Nine Divisions and Eight Departments?"

The leading assassin hurriedly lowered his head, and the people kneeling on the ground said one after another: "Don't dare! Please forgive me, His Royal Highness, we have found that the princess is indeed coming towards Nanzhou. As long as we give us a few more days, we will definitely find him trail!"

"Three days." Kong Mingfan swung the knife in his hand and wiped the tip of the assassin's nose to cut a hole in his mask, and the knife stuck straight into the floor of the lead assassin: "No one will be seen for three days, Take the knife back and go to Nie Shaojuan to meet me with the head."

The leading assassin was frightened and hurriedly responded: "Yes!" After speaking, he led people to fly out of the door without stopping.

Kong Mingfan flicked off the pen and ink on the table in annoyance, and turned his head to look out the window at the white pear blossoms that had already bloomed like snow. His eyes were a little lost: "Bao'er... where are you? I regret it, at that time... It's my fault, please... come back, okay?"

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