Qiu Yan's life path cultivation has been practiced to understand the flesh and blood, and the light and dark force move with the heart. The six consciousnesses are sensitive. As long as someone looks at him, the skin will feel the gaze.

Now, the back of his neck was cold, his pores were naturally closed, his hair suddenly rose, and his heart was filled with haze and pressure. He was obviously staring at by an extraordinary person. However, Qiu Yanyou looked around and glanced across the trees and jungle, but he did not see a half-person figure. He listened quietly and could not catch the movement, as if it was just an illusion.

However, this made him alert.

"I am now running through my whole body and have a sensitive perception. Although I can't see the ghosts in my eyes, I can see a very meticulous one. It is difficult to find clues at the moment, which means that this person is either far away or hidden and difficult to find. No matter which one it is, it is not simple! I just settled Chen Qichang, and there are still many trivial matters, so it is not suitable to create extraneous things."

Although the sheep demon Chen Qichang was refined into a blood pill by the fire of the Kitchen God, it was not the end. Its cultivation level was extraordinary and he must have subordinates. Once his subordinates realized the encounter with the sheep demon and revealed it, Qiu Yan would be in danger of being exposed.

He moved back to Qingchang from Yuanning City, in order to reduce trouble, he settled down the Liu family. Unexpectedly, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. The gods in Qingchang City are declining, and monsters are causing trouble. There are no taboos!

These things are all accidents, and no one could have predicted them in advance. Now that the sequelae that the sheep demon is given to the head is not something Qiu Yan can control.

"However, life and death are in conflict, and you can't hesitate at all. If I feel lenient because of thinking about future troubles, I will be beaten to death directly. As for the future, I can only try my best to solve it. It is also a kind of training. If it really doesn't work, I will continue to move..."

It would be okay if Qiu Yan was the only one, but with the Liu family, they would have to be more cautious. These are all related to cause and effect.

Thinking in my heart, I couldn't find the person who was observing me, Qiu Yan stopped stopping, took steps, and walked like flying, and disappeared deep in the forest in a blink of an eye.

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Outside the woods, on the road.

A group of people was moving slowly, the road was flying, and the entire convoy looked dusty.

At the head of the team was a large carriage, with curtains lifted up, revealing an old-fashioned face.

"Teacher, what are you looking at?"

A sound rang out in the car, a slightly low and calm manly voice.

The old man put down the curtains and turned around and looked back: "I'm looking at people."

This is an old man over 60 years old. He has long beards and hair nearly white. He is tied with a beam crown. He is thin, but his skeleton is very large. He supports his deep clothes. He holds a book in his hand and sits cross-legged on the carriage. He is like a towering mountain, and he still remains unmoved without the shaking of the carriage and horses.

"Oh? I don't know what kind of person he is, who can actually attract the attention of the teacher."

The person who said this was a Confucian scholar who was about thirty years old. He was wearing a blue shirt, dressed in a simple dress and had an ordinary face, but his eyes were like stars. When he looked closely, he gave people a dazzling feeling. He sat cross-legged, placed a long sword horizontally on his knees, and raised his hands, as if he was playing the piano.

A few small bookshelves were placed around the old and the young, with book books filled with them. The entire carriage was like a small study room.

The old man raised his head slightly, his drooping eyelids slightly opened, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

"You may see this person soon."

After the words came, the car stopped and then heard someone outside saying, "Old Prime Minister, Mr. Chen, Qingchang City is about to arrive. The county magistrate received the news and was bringing people to greet him. The young man was carrying an order and wanted to go to the city to pass the obituary first, and he came to say goodbye."

When the old man heard this, he frowned: "I am a gangster now, how can I let the court order officials to come out to greet me?" He turned to the young man and said, "Let Wang Wen tell the Qingchang County Magistrate not to mobilize the troops, cough cough..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his own cough.

Although the voice is not high, it has a convincing taste. Once it is spoken, it seems to have become a decree and policy of the court.

The young man stood up and left. When he got out of the car, he saw the man who was talking, so he bowed and turned around to the end of the team.

At this time, the old man's voice came from the car, but he was apologizing to the messenger. The messenger immediately looked flattered and waved his hands repeatedly.

After a while, the messenger returned to the convoy, turned over the horse, and quickly left. Shortly after the man left, another man rode a horse and ran towards Qingchang County.

The convoy moved slowly and took nearly an hour to arrive at the county town.

At the edge of the city gate, Qingchang County Magistrate Dong Qiu and a group of people were waiting. He wanted to greet him with great fanfare, but he received the news from the middle of the journey and took the person back, but he did not dare to sit in the county government, otherwise it would be spread and said that he was a crime of disrespect and would not have a chance to make a comeback in the future.

The convoy stopped and the old man in the tent carriage walked out.

"The lower official Dong Qiu, I have met Ma Lao Prime Minister." When the county magistrate Dong Qiu saw someone, he immediately stepped forward to salute. Everyone behind him followed him, saluting and greeting loudly, but unevenly.

The old man shook his head and said lightly: "I am no longer a prime minister, so you are not a subordinate."

When Dong Qiu heard this, he was shocked and quickly apologized. The old man came too quickly. He had just received the news and had no time to prepare.

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"Who is that old guy? Why does the county master look like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees him?"

Far away, at the corner of the street in the city, several yamen runners looked at the scene in front of the city gate, and someone couldn't help but ask.

"It's normal for you to not know about this." One of them smiled and his face was lustful.

Someone next to him was tactful and asked quickly: "Old Li, you have a marriage with your master, and the news is the most informative. Tell me about it quickly."

"Brothers, of course I won't hide it from you. In fact, I just got the news. This old man is a high-ranking official in the court! Can you see the emperor often? Is it big enough?"

"Good guy! Such a big official can meet the emperor. This is a great official from Tongtian. Hey, hey, how could such a big official come to our remote countryside?"

Old Li said again: "I heard that he offended the emperor because of something. The emperor was so angry that he was sent to him!"

"So it's a criminal, so what else can I be afraid of? Why should the county master make such a gesture?"

Old Li shook his head: "You know nothing! Such an official is in the heart of the emperor. It is common for great ups and downs. He said he was exiled. When he arrived at the place, who dared to make things difficult? Maybe he suffered here today and went back tomorrow to enjoy his fortune. Can our county magistrate not be able to give birth to a sacrifice? Maybe when will someone return to the court, and the county magistrate will reach the sky with just one sentence!"

"It's reasonable!"

"It's worthy of being Brother Li."

They were still talking, and suddenly someone ran over in the street behind them. The man was panting and wearing yamen clothes. When they arrived, they didn't bother to breathe a sigh of relief. They hurriedly said, "Brothers and I are looking for you. The copywriting is written and I want to post the list all over the city!"

"Posted on the list? What list?"

"The emperor...the emperor has passed away!"

"What!"

...

The few people who were exclaiming didn't notice it. A figure stood there not far from the street corner—

This person is Qiu Yan.

He looked at the movements at the city gate and listened to the conversations of the yamen runners, thinking.
Chapter completed!