My Simping System Chapter 126: Caravan manifest (top)

At the next morning, Ye An was awake before the sky was full.

A caravan left, and in the early morning, another caravan rested at the inn.

There is still a lot of noise downstairs. The difference is that the focus of the caravan's discussion has become Ji's matter.

With the help of the Ji family, not only Zhongzhou, but also the rest of the Quartet were also aware of this matter.

Now, the Ji family and the temple are the focal points of the conversation and gossip after a meal.

Ye An listens to other people's gossip all the year round, but he didn't expect that one day he would become the center of the gossip.

"The Ji family has been very hot recently. It has advertised the challenge to the temple, publicized it to the world, and even invited the Lord of the Square and the Empress of the Temple to come and watch the battle together. Tsk... I don't know what they are thinking. "

"No, no no—that can't be counted as a challenge to the temple."

"That's just a war letter from the young master of the Ji family to the holy son of the temple. Tsk, tut, it's not so much a war letter, it's a love letter published by Ji Huang to the world."

Everyone smiled heartily and raised their glasses to each other, replacing the wine with tea.

For a moment, another human said: "Although Her Majesty has lived for thousands of years, she can be heard that she has a good appearance and a cold temperament. She is more moving than the Lord Nanlin Jiang. It is a pity that I can't meet and understand that the son and son of today The feelings of Young Master Ji Family."

"I also think...the body of a demigod is not what we mortals can measure. I don't know why many people ridicule your majesty today. Hey, at least we are safe in Zhongzhou, thanks to the gift of your majesty."

A toast again, and the tea poured out like wine.

Ye An, who hid his breath after Yi Rong, left the room silently, and ordered some refreshments for breakfast.

In fact, he was still curious about the conversation with the caravans.

"By the way, brother, has the Son challenged?"

"Of course—a war book about dignity and love, can the Son of God not fight? I think that Her Majesty, since she is in love with the Son, must use this opportunity to cut off the relationship with the Ji family."

"But... if so, I am afraid that Shengzi is far from the opponent of the Ji family."

"How did you know that Her Majesty the Empress would not teach the Saint Child some secret techniques?"

"How do you know that Young Master Ji has no other cards?"

"The temple is governed by magic and the laws of heaven, and it has survived to this day. His Majesty will definitely teach the holy son some magic arts, and the power of magic arts is very human to resist."

"But the young master of the Ji family has a Xuanyuan divine sword in his hand. It is rumored that it is the imperial sword of the ancient **** Huangdi, and its quality has surpassed the top grade of the heavens. A sword can cut the stars and the sea. How can divine art resist ?"

Suddenly, the inside and outside of the store were full of joyful and exciting anxious atmosphere.

Ye was eating tea quietly.

But the topic of those caravans...obviously turned off.

Those people quickly quarreled. Although half-joking, at least half of them were serious.

So the development of the situation quickly developed into the start of betting.

Some people bet that he will win, while more people bet that Ji Huang wins. This is nothing, after all, the difference in age is almost equal to the difference in cultivation level.

Ye An has listened to their argument for a long time before he understands two words...fan hoops and gamblers.

He sighed heavily, and after checking out the tea, he finished his last cup of tea and was about to leave.

I heard the excitement of one of them again.

"What is the Yellow Emperor's Xuanyuan Sword? The Huangdi mastered a type of room art. According to rumors, there is also a method for the cultivation of room art in the divine art. Waiting for the female emperor and the current son to practice this technique, divine power Dazeng, what about your Xuanyuanjian and Ji family?"

The room in the magic?

Puff--

Ye An was choked immediately, squirting tea, and his face was full of black lines.

"Huh? Brother, are you okay?"

One of the strong men in the caravan noticed Ye An and couldn't help asking.

Because of his disguise and hiding his breath, no one on the scene found that he was the Son of God.

Ye An waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, I was choked."

The strong man laughed, clenched his hands into a fist, hammered Ye An's chest, and said: "It's really strange, if I couldn't believe it before, there are people like you in Zhongzhou who have never practiced before. People."

His words were not malicious, and Ye An smiled kindly.

The strong man continued: "Our trip is going to the Mortal Night Market. It's not far away. We will go back to Nanlin in a few days. Brother, where are you going? Would you like to give you a ride by the way?"

Ye An declined his kindness and said, "Thank you, big brother. But if someone comes to pick me up, I won't bother."

The brawny man smiled and said, "It looks like a rich young master. Okay, don't bother."

When he left, Ye An also walked out of the inn and went to the next place with the teleportation charm.

There are a total of eight remaining Heavenly Tribulation Formations.

To do it in the last two days, it means that the efficiency must be doubled and four formations must be completed in one day.

Fortunately, Ye An already has a general understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation Formation. At this time, it was still early, and he immediately began to do it.

The jade tube is shattered, and the divine power is diffused.

The golden rays of light converge into soft lines, followed by Ye An's pointing gestures, circling and clasping the formations little by little.

……

The quiet sea of ​​Dongyue, in the underground altar of the ancient country.

Mu Qingxue crossed the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain and came to the altar.

There are also spiral staircases here, and now, she is still in the first level underground, and has not yet penetrated into it.

The appearance of the altar is similar to that of the tower. There is a stone platform on the altar.

You can't see much by this alone, but unlike the tower, there is an additional sign of Zhongzhou's mark here.

On the side, blood-stained scrolls are stacked and placed randomly.

Mu Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then took it out and opened it.

"Caravan manifest."

"Pray for the eighteenth of the first month of the year 2119~IndoMTL.com~Manifest: 20 people received, 10 people on death row in West Desert, 3 people from Dongyue, and the remaining 7 people from Beisheng."

"February 18th, the manifest: fifteen people were accepted, all on death row in West Desert."

"June 13th, the manifest: Thirty-two people, ten people on death row in West Desert, five people from Dongyue..."

"..."

"..."

Mu Qingxue looked at the words in the scroll, thinking about it.

The 2129 year of Qili described above is nearly a hundred years away from today.

So the text on the scroll is blurred, and the blood stained on it has long since turned black.

It's just to receive the "person" written in the manifest, but it is intriguing as to where it is used.

Mu Qingxue put away the scroll, guessing in her heart that the bones piled up all over the sky must be the person in the manifest. She only knows that the person in the manifest will end up inevitably dead, but she doesn't know why.

Deep ahead, there is a spiral staircase leading to the second level underground.

Go down the stairs, and the second underground floor is a wider hall.