It was almost evening, and a large and bloated convoy stretched for two or three miles, led by a bear beast that was even larger than an elephant, lined up with a long snake winding forward along the official road.

The giant bear suddenly stopped, and a hand poked out from behind the giant bear's furry back. The jingling sound of gold quickly rang out, and the huge and bloated convoy gradually stopped.

The judge of the stylus, Cha Ruian, pressed his hat that could be blown away by the wind at any time, and ran to the giant bear that also stopped.

This giant bear has an indescribable golden chain on its neck, and the surface of the gold chain is engraved with dense words, but if you look closely, there are only four words - "Pi Xiu, the housekeeper".

Yes, that's right, this giant bear is the house-guarding Pixiu that the Cui family in Boling "consciously and voluntarily" gave to Tang Zhongxiong.

"Old man, where have you been?"

Tang Zhongxiong stretched out his long and stretched his waist and sat up from the thick carpet-like back hair of the huge housekeeper Pixiu.

"The second master, you're about to arrive in Sui County."

Cha Ruian replied quickly.

"Sui County? Oh, I remembered it... After I slept, I had already arrived in Nanyang County?"

Tang Zhongxiong muttered, punched the Pixiu, who acted as a mount. The Pixiu, whose body was beaten, was trembling with tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and fell down to his body.

"Little Bear, you have finally learned to be smarter."

Tang Zhongxiong patted the bear fur that was the Pixiu in the house with satisfaction, and jumped to the ground.

I have tasted the sinister house-guarding Pixiu on earth and quickly squeezed out a smile.

I am not a stupid fool. I don’t know if I don’t learn to be smarter, I will be beaten to death by you, a barbarian, sooner or later?

In addition, I am not a little bear, I am a Pixiu! The kind that is to keep a house...

"Swords come--"

Tang Zhongxiong twisted his neck.

Cha Rui'an waved his hand, and four powerful men with powerful martial arts came up with the giant sword on the door panel.

"I will go ahead and you can camp here and rest, don't walk around."

Tang Zhongxiong reached out to take the giant sword on the door panel, left such an order, and walked forward with the sword flowers.

"Second Master, is there something wrong with the front...?"

Cha Ruian asked quickly.

"I don't know." Tang Zhongxiong replied without saying anything: "Old man Cha, don't run around, you lose your life but you can't get it back."

"Okay, that's really something wrong again..." Cha Rui'an sighed: "Second Master, don't underestimate me, this old man, why don't I go to the front with you?"

Unfortunately, Tang Zhongxiong was too lazy to answer this question, but he raised his giant sword on the door panel without looking back, and then walked further and further towards the setting sun that gradually fell under the horizon.

What can Cha Ruian do?

Such a large team is no problem with Tang Zhongxiong, the big manager who is worried about everything, and he will definitely be in chaos without Cha Ruian, the big manager who is worried about everything.

Cha Rui'an had to suppress his adventurous intentions again and said to the strong men carrying swords—

"It's still the same old rules as before. The convoy of our villa is a circular array. Whoever is the turn to get water and make meals will be there. Don't blame each other again... Also, I'll send someone to warn those caravans that you can ride in the caravans. After nightfall, you must get close to the circular array within a hundred steps, otherwise you will die in vain..."

As he was speaking, another armed freight convoy rushed up from behind, and the escorted the goods were soldiers wearing black robes.

Cha Rui'an recognized it at a glance. It was the newly established Dayan Salt and Iron Transportation Office transporting salt and iron. After all, this was the second time I met on the road, so it would be strange if I didn't recognize it.

Perhaps fearing the huge size and occupied most of the official roads after lying down, the transport team of the Salt and Iron Transportation Bureau stopped moving forward, and soon a general with a handle and a knife came forward.

"This father-in-law has invited me." The general stopped five steps away from Cha Rui'an, crossed his hands and bowed a half-hearted salute: "Can you let this spiritual beast of your mansion move slightly?"

"This general seems to be a demon in front of me. My second master has rushed forward to check. Why not have the general and his subordinates have a rest and wait until my second master slashes the demon in front of me before moving forward?"

Although most martial artists in the martial arts world are not very interested in the officials and soldiers with poor military discipline, Bajian Villa is obviously not good at following the crowd. After all, the eldest master of the Tang family is Prime Minister Dayan and the King of Wei, and the eldest master and the generals are in the same mood, so the official army can be regarded as their own people by barely being forced.

"Brother-in-law, a military order is here, and it cannot be delayed." The general holding the oar knife rejected Cha Rui'an's kindness, and he also felt very proud of being an official army: "I have the support of the Great Dragon Qi with my troops and have a strong bow and crossbow, which evil spirit dares to approach me?"

OK, then it's up to you.

Cha Rui'an smiled, but did not continue to persuade him, but walked to the head of the Pixiu in the house, and said a few words to the Pixiu in the house.

The Pixiu, who was spread on the official road and didn't want to move, swayed reluctantly, climbed up, moved to the side of the road and lay down again, looking like a boring bear.

"Thank you, my father-in-law." The general of the Zhaodao thanked him politely, but then he couldn't help looking at the Pixiu in the house and asked: "My father-in-law, is this..."

"It is a house-guarding Pixiu. It was originally kept in the house-guarding house in the Cuijia Town, Boling. A few days ago, my second master passed by Boling, and the Cui family gave it to my second master. General, you don't need to care too much. This house-guarding Pixiu is very docile and never bite people, let alone eat people."

Cha Rui'an replied casually, but showed off the look of the general.

The general of the oar knife was indeed very envious.

The Cui family in Boling is a thousand-year-old family that ordinary people can't even climb to, but now they are giving the spirit beast like Pixiu, the housekeeper to the second master who only hears his name... This is simply a capital letter!

Even the aristocratic family can suppress it to this level, and it is worthy of being the Tang family in Yuezhou!

With this deep envy, the general Congcong said goodbye to Cha Ruian.

Soon, the official transport team that transported salt and iron was back on the road. More than 20 fully loaded four-wheeled carriages crossed the Pixiu, which was spread on the roadside, and headed towards Suixian County along the official road.

The soldiers who were escorting and the chariots would not help but turn their heads and point fingers when passing by the Pixiu in the house. For them, this might be the only chance they would see a spirit beast up close in their lives.

What a big beast...

It turns out that the legendary spirit beast looks like this?

"Hmph, stupid mortal."

In the distance, the Crane Spirit Lord, who was completely neglected and ignored, was disdainful to bury his head in his wings.

What is the spiritual beast whose brain has not yet grown and whose larynx has not been refined?

Do you know that I am the Spirit Lord who is ten times better than that idiot?

If it weren't for Tang Zhong... the second master didn't allow me to speak casually, I would definitely let you know how powerful I am!

By the way, what good thing did the second master find? I really want to go and have a look.

The convoy was more than ten miles away.

The blind Tang Zhongxiong stopped in front of a gray mist dividing line.

In the mist, there was an old man with a hunched back, circled aimlessly around a big tree.

The hunchbacked old man stopped from time to time and sighed as if it were there and there was nothing.

Tang Zhongxiong turned his head slightly, stopped in front of the mist dividing line for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "It's interesting."

After saying that, Tang Zhongxiong carried the giant sword on the door panel and strided up his head and stepped into the gray fog dividing line.

Tang Zhongxiong walked straight to the hunchbacked old man around the tree, and pointed his sword at the other party: "What are you?"

"I, I..." The hunched old man leaned against the big tree. He seemed to be afraid of Tang Zhongxiong, but he could not get rid of some kind of restraint. He gave the answer tremblingly: "...it's a ghost."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Zhongxiong's giant sword on the door panel slashed his head and cut the hunchbacked old man and the big tree leaning against him one by one!

The hunchbacked old man and the big tree turned into two wisps of blue smoke, dispersing and disappearing.

"I can't help but cut it, and I dare to come out and waste my time."

Tang Zhongxiong slowly withdrew his sword, looking very unhappy.

The sound of running water suddenly came into Tang Zhongxiong's ears. Tang Zhongxiong immediately looked like a child who discovered his favorite toy, dragging the giant sword on the door panel and walking quickly towards the direction of the sound of running water.

After a while, Tang Zhongxiong finally walked to the bank of a big river. The rushing dark river was bottomless, which could easily arouse human fear of darkness.

On the other side of the river, there is a city that does not close its doors at night. There are strings of white lanterns hanging at the gate. The pale fire reflects the Xizhi style text inlaid in the stone plaque above the gate - Wancheng

On both sides of the city gate are rows of shops that are still open. White lanterns are hung outside the shops. People are coming and going inside and outside the city gate, and traffic is everywhere. But... there is no sound, as if a pantomime is being staged.

It’s a pity that Tang Zhongxiong, who was standing on the other side of the river, is now a blind man, and he can’t see anything.

Of course, blindness does not prevent Tang Zhongxiong from listening in a slanted ear and smiling again: "Ha, it's getting more and more interesting."

I saw Tang Zhongxiong carrying the giant sword on the door panel, taking a deep breath and shouting with a deafening voice: "Hey, is there a boat? Such a big river, no boat! Come immediately and take me across the river!"

A small boat floated out of the gate of Wancheng and fell silently into the river.

A boatman dripping with water all over, dragged a bamboo pole to climb a small boat from the dark river water. He rowed the boat to Tang Zhongxiong who was standing by the water: "The boat is here, don't worry, please, please."

"No hurry, of course I am not in a hurry. After all..." The smile on Tang Zhongxiong's face became more and more obvious, and his hand holding the sword loosened and tightened: "It's still early."

At the same time, the transportation convoy led by the general of the Zhaodao army to guard finally reached the gray fog dividing line.

The sky is almost completely dark, and the dividing line of gray fog becomes blurred and difficult to distinguish.

No one noticed that there was a strange tree by the road in the gray fog, and under the tree there was a hunchbacked old man walking around the tree.

"Why is it foggy? It's so cold..."

The coachman who led the carriage muttered, shrank his neck and whipped the horse's butt. Anyway, it was not a pity for the official horse to beat him. As long as he could get to Sui County as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!