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The evening wind blew the ground and smashed leaves, and the sound of burning torches beeped.

In the bleak night, there were many figures, and there were shocking sounds of beating and cursing from the battlefield from time to time. It was Feiguang Temple who was cleaning up the mess, and the prisoners of Huanghuo were abused by them.

Sitting in the carriage, Jiang Baizhou heard the male voice outside the curtain. For some reason, a sense of familiarity flashed across his heart.

The old driver immediately jumped out of the car. He is a very wise old man, with a warm heart, timid and tactful. It is not surprising that these seemingly contradictory qualities are combined in him alone. He is very easy to see people say Human words, hell talk nonsense.

The old coachman wiped off the cold sweat from his temples, and said respectfully to the "big man": "My lord, this old man is a postman in Yangcheng, and my daughter, son-in-law and two little children are in the car. My son-in-law is ill, and we Take him to Buixingyi to seek medical treatment, unfortunately, unfortunately...you see..."

Everyone in Feiguang Temple has a hard heart, and this one is obviously no exception.

Hearing these words, the young man in black did not change his expression. The flickering fire reflected his appearance. His eyes were like deep pools and his face was as cold as ice, which made people feel fearful.

The old coachman was so old that his back was bent, and he could only look up at him, but he didn't dare to look carefully. He waved his hand expressionlessly, and his subordinates obeyed the order to go forward, and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

The fierce torch was thrust into the car without any politeness, almost burning the curtains.The children were startled, they didn't dare to make a sound, and shyly hid behind their mother.

Although Jiang Baizhou was confused and couldn't understand what these people were doing, he knew that he should listen to the old driver and not cause trouble for others.He leaned against the corner in a sickly posture, closing his eyes motionless and pretending to be unconscious, as if he had no strength to raise his head.

There are many diseases in troubled times, and the subordinate didn't know what disease he had, and was afraid that the sickness all over his body would infect himself, so he turned his eyes away after taking a look.

There are weak women and children on the other side, let alone fear, the subordinates put away the torches, turned around and said: "I report to the left envoy, there are indeed a family of four in the car."

Zuoshi—that is, Long Ying, stared at the half-opened car curtain, as if she didn't hear the report, she frowned.

He was a little irritable, this irritability came for no reason, he just felt his heart start to vibrate for no reason, like beating a drum, passing by quickly, as if he had sensed something, but he didn't know what it was.

——Is it because of "soothing water"?

Every time Long Ying drank that thing, he would have some uncomfortable reactions, but he had long been used to it, and today I don't know why...

After a long while, Long Ying finally came to his senses, and everyone present looked at him, waiting for his instructions.

Long Ying couldn't see any emotion on her face, and glanced at the carriage again.

When the car curtain was lowered, he vaguely glimpsed a piece of plain white clothes, and he only glanced at it briefly, and the inexplicable familiarity made him stunned.

But that was only for a moment, Long Ying ignored this "illusion", thinking almost self-loathing, he can't increase the dosage in the future, the medicine is too strong, and the hallucinations continue in front of him, he can't tell the difference between reality and reality.

"Let them go." Long Ying lost her spirits and turned to leave.

Hearing the words, the subordinates let him go, only stared at the old coachman, and warned: "You didn't see anything tonight, do you understand?"

The old coachman nodded and bowed, saying again and again: "Understood! I understand! The old man is very polite! Don't worry, my lord..."

There is nothing to worry about, Feiguang Palace is domineering, and everyone in the three cities knows about it, so what if it spreads?

They didn't pay attention to the old, weak, sick and disabled at all, they were just a few ants passing by.

Watching the people from Feiguang Palace go away, the old coachman let out a long sigh of relief.

But this breath was just exhaled, and before he had time to add a new one, the evil star-like "Left Envoy" suddenly left and came back——

"Wait." Long Ying walked back a few steps, and nodded at the old coachman with indifferent eyes, "Are you the postman of Yangcheng?"

Old Man Che didn't know why he asked this question, but he didn't dare to nod his head without knowing it: "What are your orders?"

Long Ying seemed satisfied with this answer, and without explaining to him, she turned her head and said to her subordinates, "Take them and take them back with the wild fire thugs."

"Yes!"

"..."

The old driver was shocked: "Why! Your Excellency! Your Excellency?!"

"My lord" is a master who cherishes words like gold, leaving only an unreasonable back view of him.

Immediately afterwards, the old coachman was thrown into the carriage, and the people from Feiguang Temple took over his carriage, and the dilapidated carriage swayed forward, and together with the victors and captives ahead, they headed towards Buixing Town .

Although the direction was correct, they didn't go into the city, they turned around and went to a camp at dawn.

This is one of the military camps of Feiguang Palace stationed in Xiacheng District, called Huiwu Camp.

The old coachman had heard a little about this place.

The Feiguang Temple is very powerful. It is said that the Huiwu Camp is the camp with the largest area and the strongest military force in the Xiacheng District. It governs the three cities and can issue orders to other camps.

Therefore, the "Great Commander of Huiwuying" is the biggest official in Feiguang Temple that the people in the lower city can see.

The old driver didn't understand, what is the level of "Left Envoy"?Is it more powerful than the "Great Commander"?

Jiang Baizhou was also a little curious.

But he is an "extraterrestrial visitor" and knows nothing about this place. There are so many things he is curious about, and he can't even ask questions in order.

When the old coachman was thrown into the carriage just now, he stretched out his hand to help, helping to keep the old bone that was about to fall apart.

The old coachman was very grateful to him, and even regarded him as one of his own.

In fact, he wanted to ask, what exactly is the "Flying Light Palace"?But as soon as this question is uttered, his fabricated identity must be revealed. How can the locals be so ignorant?

Jiang Baizhou had no choice but to change the question, pointed to the outside of the car, and said, "Why did he arrest us?"

"Hey, who knows." The old coachman shook his head and sighed, thinking of the place he was most afraid of, "Could it be that he wants to scrape some oil from us? But the old man is a poor man, son, do you have money?"

"..."

Jiang Baizhou thought about it carefully. Before he left Endless Sea, he did bring some money with him, but the currency here and Endless Sea may not be the same, so he also brought a few precious gems. I don't know if the people in Feiguang Palace recognize the goods...

No, if others want to rob, how can he obediently give it?

"No." Jiang Baizhou smiled slightly and said warmly, "Don't be afraid, old man, I'm here."

The old coachman almost turned over, was stunned by his calm posture and bold tone, and asked like his previous words: "My lord, do you have connections?"

The old coachman expected him to say something like "My aunt's uncle's nephew is from the same village as the guard who will be the deputy commander of the military camp", which can be regarded as a connection and comfort.But Jiang Baizhou shook his head and said, "No."

The old coachman choked.

At this time, the carriage stopped.

Looking out from the gap in the car curtain, the front is the school yard of Huiwu Camp. The prisoners of Huanghuo were tied hands and feet, tied up in a ball, and all were forced to kneel in the middle of the school yard. Among them was a burly man with a big beard. The man said cursingly: "Bailong Zuoshi? I'm bah! Where's the boy! Tell Xie Yan to come out and entertain me!"

The old coachman said in a low voice: "Xie Yan is the commander of the Huiwu camp."

Jiang Baizhou nodded, pretending to understand.

The old coachman said: "Master Hu is the third head of Huanghuo, it's strange, how could he be caught..."

Jiang Baizhou understood that "Master Hu" is the bearded man.

Although the old coachman was not from Huanghuo, he was concerned about Huanghuo and showed worry on his face.Seeing this, his daughter hugged the two frightened children tightly, and gave her father a weak look.

Jiang Baizhou thought, the father and daughter are also interesting.

But there was not much time left for them to watch the play, and they were "invited" to get off the carriage as soon as it stopped.

A soldier pointed at the old coachman and said bluntly, "Old man, come with me."

At this time, the sky was slightly white, and the surrounding environment could be seen clearly without lighting a torch.

The old coachman glanced left and right, saw the rows of tents, weapon racks, and patrolling guards, and almost lost half of his courage, this time he didn't need to pretend to be respectful, he lowered his eyelids listlessly, and asked The soldier: "Master Bing, where are you taking me?"

"Long Zuo envoy wants to see you, so he can ask you alone."

"why?"

"How would I know? Just go if you're told, there's so much nonsense!—Go away!"

"..."

The old coachman was shoved, and he turned his head to look at Jiang Baizhou and his daughter who were standing beside the old horse. Jiang Baizhou still looked like he was not afraid of anything, and nodded to him, signaling him to rest assured.

Strangely, the old coachman really felt comforted, as if this strange man whom he had known for less than a day was particularly trustworthy.

The old coachman was brought to the left envoy's camp.

There were two guards at the door. Seeing him coming, they informed the inside, and a response came from the tent: "Come in."

The old coachman was about to have a tendon in his calf, and he walked in the door tremblingly. He didn't dare to look up, but only caught a glimpse of the gold thread embroidered on Zuoshi's black coat. The rare light of the sun is delicate but dazzling.

Long Ying sat in front of the desk, screened back to the left and right, and even gave him a chair: "Sit down."

The old coachman was flattered: "No, no, my lord, you...you can just speak up if you have something to say, I will stand and listen."

Long Ying stared at him, and the old coachman's back shivered because of that look, so he could only sit down, "Who are you looking for me for..."

"I want to find someone." Long Ying interrupted him, "You are the postman of Yangcheng, and you welcome and see you every day. You must have met a lot of people? I have a portrait here, please take a look for me .”

"..."

He actually said "please", the old coachman was taken aback, and then mustered up the courage to take a closer look at the other person's appearance, and then found that the left envoy of Feiguang Temple, who was full of murderous aura, was so much younger than he imagined. many.

So young that it seems that he shouldn't be sitting in that position.

A person who sits so high in the Feiguang Palace must have rich experience and be ruthless. Has he ever killed someone?

... definitely killed, but it doesn't look like it.

Long Ying let him look at her, pushed a painting over with a blank face, spread it out and said, "Have you seen her?"

The person in the painting is a girl, thin and thin, with hair like withered grass, wearing shabby clothes, with her hands behind her back, with a dull expression, and a blunt spirit that has been cultivated by suffering.

The old coachman asked, "This is?"

Long Ying said bluntly: "My sister."