Zhao Gao?

Ji Le closed his eyes and pondered: That's right, Zhao Gao is good at the art of power and scheming. It may be the best for him to persuade the Eastern countries. But I am not at ease with him alone. I must find someone to control him.

So Ji Le slowly said, "If you go to the East, my palace believes in your ability. But you have no power to tie a chicken and can't protect yourself. I will find another hand to protect you."

Zhao Gao knew in his heart that Ji Le was planning to find someone to monitor him. But on the face, he was still respectful as the beginning: "Everything depends on your Highness. I wonder who your Highness is intended?"

One name after another passed through Ji Le's mind.

Meng Tian is not here, Tian Ping is too honest, Xi Shi is not good, A sister is going to the border station, and Shi Huang needs to guard Jiugong City...

After thinking about it, Ji Le's eyes fell on the young man.

"Don't go." The young man said decisively: "I said that I am different from others. They care about Xia Kingdom, and I am just a warrior to protect you."

"However, the king is not such a person who ignores national justice." Ji Le forced a smile, revealing his own weakness: "You should be very clear about the current situation. The meaning of those citizens is more important than you and me."

“…”

Suddenly, a poisonous sore cracked on Ji Le's shoulder, and severe pain came from behind. Ji Le's next words were held back and fell into a coma again.

The soldiers in Yongle Palace were in chaos, and everyone rushed forward to rescue him.

The young man hesitated and turned around and walked out of Yongle Palace, blew the cool breeze outside.

Facing the moonlight in the vestibule, the young man took out the wind wheel that Feng E gave to him.

"What I can do at the moment is to get more ghost grass to help him relieve pain and calm the mind." Rubbing the delicate wind wheel in his palm, the young man recalled Feng E's words: "The wind is everywhere. You transform yourself into a wind flow through the wind wheel, and you can teleport to any place along the wind flow between heaven and earth. This time, I will directly help you locate the Western Baiyue Tribe."

Following Feng E's words, the young man turned the gears above, and the golden storm covered him and disappeared from the front of Yongle Palace in a blink of an eye.

Soon, in the forest where the Western White Moon Tribe was located, a golden storm hangs down from the sky, revealing the figure of a young man.

The first tribe leader of the Baiyue tribe was the incarnation of the moon god in the human world. The female chiefs of the tribes of all generations have the divine nature of the moon god and are descendants of the moon god.

But not long ago, Feng E directly killed the head of Bai Yue, and the tribe is in chaos.

The young man hung the wind wheel around his neck, and the green romantic flow enveloped him, concealed all his breath and slowly sneaked here.

"As a tribute to worship, the Seokshen Grass should be located in the warehouse of the Moon Temple. After you enter the tribe, you will find the brightest place in the moonlight. There is the location of the Moon Temple."

Recalling Feng E's words, the young man jumped to a big tree and observed the situation of the Baiyue tribe from afar.

The Baiyue Tribe hides in the dense forest and is a secret inheritance of the Moon God. There are only two thousand people in the entire tribe. As for the location of the Moon God Temple, it is exactly what Feng E said, which is obvious.

Because in the forest in the night, only this temple shines with silver light, and the entire Baiyue tribe is bathed in a ray of light. Therefore, this tribe is called "White Moon". The land where the tribe lives is also called "White Moon Forest Land".

"Finished." The young man slowly approached the Moon God Temple along the ancient tree. This temple is a huge building carved by the Baiyue Tribe with a piece of meteorite iron from the sky. The entire temple is integrated and exudes the unique brilliance of the Moon God.

Around the temple, there are many warriors riding white wolf patrolling.

The young man observed carefully and used the power of his martial soul to sneak into the temple...

In Yongle Palace, Ji Le was sleeping on the sickbed. He frowned, and even in a coma, he was suffering from the burning pain in his body.

Feng E sat quietly beside Ji Le. She carefully controlled her divine power and slowly pulled away the plague poison from Ji Le's abscess.

However, the plague poisons were too deep, and as Feng E used her divine power, Ji Le couldn't help but moan.

"No, I can't do it either. Forced removal of the poison will hurt him." The goddess of Chinese costume gave up helplessly and said to Xi Shi next to her: "Go and get some ghost grass. I think he is more willing to stay awake than being unconscious in bed and preside over the fate of Xia Kingdom."

"But..." Looking at Ji Le in a coma, Xi Shi hesitated and said: "Your Highness finally got to rest..."

"But this kind of rest is not what he wants." Feng E waved her hand and Feng Liu flew to the table not far away, rolled the bitter soup mixed with Youshen Grass powder into her hands, and personally fed Ji Le.

"Cough...cough cough..." As soon as he touched his lips, Ji Le was immediately awakened by the bitter taste. With the effect of the Youshen Grass, the pain in his body temporarily suppressed.

“When?”

"It's not long." Feng E helped Ji Le to sit up: "You just asked Zhao Gao to go down and prepare and set off for the Eastern countries tomorrow morning."

"Zhao Gao." Ji Le's face flashed with gloom, and then he said to Xi Shi: "You go down first, I have something to talk to your Highness."

Xi Shi was guarding the door, and Ji Le asked Feng E: "Your Highness, do you know what magical medicine is there to suppress the plague in the north?"

The magic medicine in the north?

Feng E lowered her head and recalled, it seemed like this happened...

But Feng E can't remember the specific situation. After all, she was unwilling to walk north when she was wandering around the earth over the years.

"Maybe there are some medicines to restrain wind plague in the realm of the Lord of North Wind? But where did you know about this?"

Ji Le hesitated and mentioned the matter about the Sea God. He knew very well about women's little thoughts, so it would be best to file such things early. It is better than misunderstandings in the future.

"He?" Feng E said seriously: "Are you planning to form an alliance with the sea god?"

"It's being considered for the time being." Ji Le pushed the matter cleanly and claimed that the other party took the initiative to lean over.

"He told me that this news showed kindness and wanted to form an alliance with us. I was thinking, after all, Xia Kingdom would not refuse directly in the future if it was going to develop eastward. Of course, how unwise it would be to join forces with the sea god to fight against the gods? How dare I proclaim it?"

"Only when His Highness protects Xia Kingdom, he is the only god I trust, I dare to tell you what I have done."

Hearing Ji Le's "heart-to-heart" words, Feng E's face relaxed a little, and she thought for a while and said, "The Sea God is not trustworthy, and we don't know what the Sea God is currently in. After I inquire, I will discuss other things."

His Highness Feng'e has a good relationship with the God of Rain in the heavens. It was the first time she learned from Carlo that the God of Water was actually a descendant of the Creator.

"After all, what happened in the Battle of the Sky and Sea, we young gods don't know at all. You should drag the alliance with the Sea God first. As for the magic medicine, I'll ask my sisters."

Feng E stuffed Ji Le into the bedding again, covered him with several layers of bedding with big hands and feet, and then flew back to the Void Courtyard to look for Yu Hong, and Qingling asked about the magic medicine.

"I'm not a child, why do I do such a thick cover?" Ji Le kicked off the bedding, got up again, leaned against the head of the bed and thought about the next step.

"It's the fourth night, tomorrow is the fifth day. But I have an ominous premonition in my heart." Ji Le looked up at the moonlight outside the window. The plague gun was still hanging high. However, without the push of the moonlight, the plague gun fell was almost the same as in the daytime. It is still 1,200 meters away from the ground.

"Forget it, prepare for Zhao Gao's departure first!" Ji Le summoned Xi Shi: "Go and take the scepter over. No matter what, Zhao Gao goes to the East and must show the ceremonial guard."

"Your Highness, are you going to let Zhao Gao go by himself?"

"Let the Champion Hou accompany him, don't worry, I know that guy. He will definitely go."

...

The young man's actions in the Moon Temple were extremely smooth.

"Sure enough, those people were busy selecting the next generation of female chiefs and had no choice but to worry about defense." After the young man stole some of the Seigo Grass, he turned to the Moon Well mentioned by Feng E.

This well is right behind the Moon God Temple, built with jade, and a pale white moonlight emerges from it.

Standing by the well, the young man thought secretly: "I just heard from the witches in the temple that this well appeared five hundred years ago. A lover committed suicide by committing suicide. The moon god was grateful for their friendship, so he threw one of his magical artifacts into the well, so that the well water in this well had the ability to purify evil spirits. I wonder if this well water is useful to Ji Le's body? Why not try to get some divine water and take it back?"

Of course, the most urgent task at present is the Moon God Artifact in the Moon Well.

Suddenly, a sharp wolf howl sounded, and a noise came from the Moon God Temple, as if something that outsiders had sneaked in had been exposed. Without saying a word, the young man jumped into the Moon Well, and the wind wheel automatically triggered the blue wind to wrap him around and slowly sank into the depths of the Moon Well.

The white light became thicker and thicker, gradually making the young man unable to open his eyes. At the same time, he also felt the powerful divine power hidden underground.

It was a silver-white mirror. The smooth mirror reflected a sleeping goddess. The goddess was surrounded by yellow light, fighting and repelling each other with the silver light of the moon god to ensure her safety in the mirror.

"That's--" The young man felt that the yellow light looked familiar: "Mother Earth?" This light is very similar to the divine power of the Panlong Crown!
Chapter completed!