Turbulent Times Chapter 762: The Goddess Cult and the Angels

The time has come to the end of August, and the autumn has gradually become stronger. The red leaves in the Baqiao area outside Daxing City are already red, mixed with dark green pine branches and yellowed sycamore leaves, dyeing both sides of the official road into one A colorful scroll.

Among the Eight Scenic Spots of Beijing, Baqiao is famous for its wind and snow, but the strong autumn atmosphere is equally moving, making people feel more sorrowful about parting.

At noon, the autumn fog had completely dissipated, and there was a trace of late autumn coolness in the air. The sky began to drizzle, and the drizzle fell on the face.

On the official road in the distance, five men on horseback came slowly, including two young men, an old man and two young girls.

The five members of this group, regardless of age, are riding tall horses. Walking on the road, they immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by. There are never redundant expressions. And that old man's head is twice the size of a normal person, but his body is as thin as a hemp stick. It can only be regarded as upper-middle-class, but his eyes are agile and full of aura.

These five people seemed to enjoy walking slowly in the drizzle, and they didn't mean to take shelter from the rain in a hurry. Instead, they walked slowly while looking at the picturesque scenery on both sides.

That's right, the five Wang Junlin, Nie Xiaoyu, Chong Yao, Shen Guo'er, and Xiang Xiang, Luo Shixin are still too young, and they usually stay by their parents' side except when they are trained and studied by Nie Xiaoyu.

Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu are both wearing the strong clothes that Jianghu warriors often wear. More frequently, although people like them are not everywhere, they are often seen, not to mention that it is less than fifty miles away from the Wulin Guild, and it is the most frequent place for Wulin people.

The five of them are going to the Martial Arts Guild to have a look today. To such a place, Wang Junlin naturally has to disguise himself and cannot show his true identity.

"Brother, is there any shelter from the rain nearby?" Suddenly someone next to him asked him.

Wang Junlin looked back, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties smiling and asking him, he was dressed as a housekeeper, his accent was not from the capital city, he should be from the Central Plains.

There was a carriage parked not far behind him, and there were two guards beside him. There seemed to be a woman and a child sitting in the carriage. The group obviously came from afar.

Wang Junlin glanced back and forth, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this area, and I don't know where to shelter from the rain."

The worm demon was a little surprised at Wang Junlin's actions. With Wang Junlin's current status and his reputation, he treated a servant who asked for directions so politely. If the word spread, no one in the world would believe it.

Suddenly, Chong Yao found that he could not understand Wang Junlin more and more, and Nie Xiaoyu next to Wang Junlin was even more difficult for him to understand.

"It's okay, let's go to the front and ask again, thank you brother." The middle-aged housekeeper may also have realized from Wang Junlin's temperament that the other party is not an ordinary person, and his etiquette is much more careful and respectful than before.

The group quickly overtook them. Wang Junlin heard the coughing of a child inside. Obviously, the child in the carriage was a sick person, and he was still seriously ill. He probably came to the capital to seek medical treatment.

At this moment, a corner of the curtain of the carriage was opened, revealing a very beautiful and gentle young woman's face, with a soft and pleasant voice: "According to the Xiangzhu, the celestial messenger is preaching nearby, let's go directly to the celestial messenger, As long as I find the angel, I can be cured."

"Heavenly Girl Sect? Angelic Angel?" Wang Junlin frowned and said to himself. He had never heard of the Heavenly Girl Sect in Sui Dynasty, and the other party was clearly active near the capital.

"We should ask Shen Guang to investigate later, when did such a force appear near the capital." Wang Junlin thought to himself.

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The rain was getting heavier, and Wang Junlin and his party speeded up their horses. They ran along the official road for about three miles, and a wine shed appeared in front of them. Dozens of people, more than a dozen couches under the shed, filled with passers-by sheltering from the rain, and a side shed for horses.

A group of people who asked for directions walked out of the wine shed under the guidance of two assistants. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Wang Junlin got off his horse and led the group over.

The guy under the wine shed stepped forward and said enthusiastically: "Guests, take shelter from the rain, and then have a bowl of hot soup, eat something before leaving. We also have good horse feed here."

Wang Junlin and others handed the horse to the man and said: "Feed the horse well with good fine material."

By the side, Shen Guo'er had casually fished out three more coins from the horse bag to reward him, and the clerk took the rewards and left happily. The blood-maned horse is too eye-catching and unique, and everyone in the world knows that Wang Junlin has such a horse. Riding a blood-maned horse will undoubtedly tell everyone his identity, so today he is riding an ordinary war horse.

Wang Junlin looked around the wine shed, and there was an empty table in the northwest corner. The middle-aged butler who asked for directions, the young woman and child in their twenties, and two guards sat on the next table. .

The middle-aged butler greeted Wang Junlin with a smile, and the young woman also nodded slightly to Wang Junlin, which was regarded as a salute.

It was noon at this time, and Wang Junlin also felt a little hungry, so he called the waiter over, ordered a table of food and a jug of wine.

"Okay! Please take a seat." The man shouted loudly, and ran to the back to get ready.

The middle-aged butler asked with a smile: "My little brother is from the capital! What's your surname?"

Wang Junlin said: "I am a native of the capital, so I don't need your surname to be Wang."

He also smiled and asked: "Is this uncle from it?"

"Brother's eyes are bright, we came here from Luoyang, Central Plains."

Wang Junlin smiled and said: "Luoyang is a good place! It is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties with outstanding people."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from beside him: "Vulgar warrior, don't show off your ignorance."

A cold light flashed in Wang Junlin's eyes, and then he realized that Luoyang at this time was not alone in the six dynasties, at most it was only in the three dynasties.

Wang Junlin felt emotional, and looked back at the person who sneered at him, but it was a scholar in green. After the scholar in green had ridiculed Wang Junlin, he looked at Wang Junlin lazily, but kept staring at the young woman in green.