Chicheng Mountain is located in the northwest of Ganhan River. The mountains are rolling and undulating for hundreds of miles. It is the most steepest mountain range in the southern part of Zhongzhou. Its main peak is thousands of feet high and the cliffs are steep. If ordinary people do not know the path, they cannot even reach the middle of the mountain.

There are caves on the side of the mountain, with waterfalls and springs, and green pines and cypresses covering several houses. The scenery is beautiful, as if it is like a fairyland on earth.

At this time, between the mountainside, a cloud of white mist was covered with pleasant fragrance of plants and trees, surrounded by mist, and clouds were simmering. Looking forward, there was a large nursery with various rare grasses planted inside.

Around the nursery, there is a clear green pond. Around the pond, there are bamboo houses of various sizes.

The bamboo door was covered with empty space, inside, Ding and Ding Dongdong, it seemed that someone was tinkering with something in it.

Outside the bamboo house, a simple man about thirty years old and holding an axe was slashing firewood with a "hey, hey" sex.

However, he was not very focused on chopping firewood. While chopping, he always glanced into the bamboo with a slightly worried look, as if there was something inside that he was quite concerned about.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise inside the bamboo house, and then the rolling smoke slowly poured out along the bamboo door, choking.

The middle-aged man who was chopping firewood rolled his eyes, threw down his axe, hurriedly picked up the wooden basin beside him, and ran to the pond.

"Ah! Water! Water! Get the water quickly!" After a short time, a person jumped out of the bamboo object. He was as short as a winter melon, with a childish face, and a cloth grass boots. He was holding a large mud jar in his hand and screaming, and he ran away happily all over the ground.

It was because the old man's hair was lit by flames at this moment, and the place where he passed like a big candle was shining with sunshine. It was as sad as he was.

"Ge Xuan! Ge Xuan! Hurry up! Put out the fire and save me!"

Before the old man could finish his words, he saw that the middle-aged man had already run back from the pond with a wooden basin.

"Crash!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a cold water from a basin of the pool pounced on the old man's face, and immediately extinguished the dyed flames on his hair.

The old man felt relieved and then sat on the ground, panting and shivering.

He threw down the wooden basin in his hand casually, and the middle-aged man, known as Ge Xuan, quickly walked to the old man and looked at his burnt hair on his head, shook his head and sighed.

"Zuo Xianshi, my hair that has just grown for a few days has become bald again."

Master Zuo was poured into a squatted in place like a cock falling from the ground, gritting his teeth and shivering. He heard this and shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's almost impossible, I'm almost able to refine a peerless magic weapon, but in the end there was not enough firewood. It's a pity, it's a pity." Ge Xuan glanced at Master helplessly and lowered his head and said, "Master Zuo, there's a saying, "Mr. Zuo has been holding it in for a long time, but I really can't hold it in today. I don't know if I can't say it.

"You are so full of your fart that you can't let you clean up? If you have something to say!" Ge Xuan straightened his face: "Zuo Xianshi, you are not a disciple who tells you, we two are just two alchemists, hiding in this mountain to understand the Tao and study the Three Yuanshu Sutra of the Nine Cauldrons. You said you didn't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. You didn't care about Shangqing Sutra. I'm always thinking about making any military books and magical artifacts. This is good. The magical weapon has not been tidied up, and you have less and less hair."

"Bad!" Before Ge Xuan finished speaking, he saw Master Zuo viciously interrupting him, "You know what the hell is! A teacher is a half-immortal body. People with a half-immortal body should worry about the country and the people. They take the prosperity of the heavenly power as their responsibility. You have learned the ability of being a teacher, so you dare to teach me a lesson!" Ge Xuan looked at Zuo Xianweng's burned black and curled hair with guilt and murmured: "The body of half-immortal is at this level?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Say, how did you practice the art of the room I taught you last time?"

Ge Xuan blushed when he heard this and whispered: "On this whole mountain, we are the only ones, who will I practice with..." "Baoman, you can't even understand the art of room. You still want to build a temple and build an altar and set up your own doorstep? You should just learn to forgive with your teacher honestly.

Having said this, Master Zuo inadvertently glanced at the sky in the north, his face suddenly became shocked, and he suddenly stood up, regardless of his burnt hair, but just muttered to himself.

"How strange, how strange! The northern border area was still a sudden appearance of Zhongzhou's guest star. Yan Dynasty general star was dim. Why did there suddenly a small purple aura with peaceful purple aura? The number of days is not harmonious, and it is not reasonable~!" Ge Xuan touched his head inexplicably and said in confusion: "Zuo Xianshi, what do you mean?" Zuo Xianshi shook his head and frowned and said: "Zhongzhou general star is shining brightly, and it is extremely domineering, and it is afraid to look up. It is a star that is rare in a century. It responds to the heavenly times and will surely rise in Hebei in the future and unify the northern land! But today, there is an extra small purple aura with peaceful purple aura to protect Hebei, and compete with Zhongzhou general star, which is contrary to the way of heaven's power."

Ge Xuan blinked his eyes: "Isn't that something?" Zuo Xianweng slapped his thighs: "Is there a monster coming to the world!"

"Ah? Monster?"

Zuo Xianweng shook his sleeves and shook them towards the bamboo house: "Disciple! Get packed up quickly and collect monsters with me to Hebei! The world is in chaos, and luck is determined, but there are monsters coming to the world to interfere with the luck of heaven? As a half-immortal body, I will definitely maintain peace with the way of heaven and get rid of this evil! I will benefit the people of the world! "Immortal Master, stop making trouble! Can't we cultivate our energy and refine alchemy at home?" "No!"

The prisons in Juancheng are divided into external prisons and prohibited prisons. The external prisons are directly under the jurisdiction of the Tingwei. The detention has been handled and the prisoners who have been detained after normal procedures and are indeed guilty.

The forbidden prison belongs to Yuan Shao's own prison, which specifically detains some people who are ordered by Yuan Shao, and are not suitable for outsourcing or have relatively vague crimes. To put it bluntly, it is somewhat similar to the private entries of later generations.

Feng Ji led Yuan Shang into the north gate of Yecheng and rushed to the gate of the forbidden prison.

The guard is very strict here and no one must enter. Fortunately, the gold signboard of the third young master Yuan Shang was used as a guarantee. The guardian general allowed the two to enter and visit, but they still had to keep their swords on their bodies.

As soon as he entered the prison, he smelled a blood and stench that hit him. Yuan Shang twisted his head and tilted his body, but he almost slid off by the wet and dark steps.

He frowned in dissatisfaction, and Yuan Shang covered his nose and said, "It's dirty, smelly and dark. Is this a place for people to stay?"

Feng Ji shouted and said, "It's a place where people stay, so they can't live." Yuan Shang looked around and looked around: "Take me to the cell where Ju Zu is!" Feng Ji said with a promise when he heard this, then turned left to lead Yuan Shang in front.

To be honest, Feng Ji did not want Yuan Shang to save Tian Feng and Ju Su. People were jealous, especially in an environment where Yuan's family liked to be jealous!

Tian Feng and Ju Su are too talented, so high that Feng Ji, who has always been self-righteous, often sighs in his heart.

Although I have the feeling of working together for many years, the officialdom is like a battlefield. For some people who are not deeply aware of the situation, their personal progress and their own trends are far higher than the interests of the organization and the group. In Feng Ji's heart, he has his own talents and abilities. Although he may not be as good as Tian Ju and others, if he is planning to help the master and maintain the world fairly, it should be enough!

In Feng Ji's heart, Tian Ju and his men, who had higher knowledge and talent than themselves, were just two stumbling blocks to Yuan and himself, and they were also smelly and hard.

I thought I could take this opportunity to see the two of them die in prison, but Yuan Shang came out halfway. Not only did he save the two, but he also had to let himself lead the way. He was so angry.

This is the third young master. If it were someone else, Feng Ji wouldn't pee him at all.

"The third young master, that's where! In front of me is the prison where Ju Su is imprisoned!"

Yuan Shang nodded when he heard this and looked along Feng Ji's fingers, but suddenly heard a sound coming from far to near, with the sound word by word, very clearly and clearly.

"After the order of the lord, before noon, I will get the first reward of Jushu! I remember that he has followed the lord for many years and has made great achievements. I am very grateful to him for holding the sword and ruthlessly!"

Feng Ji was happy when he heard this: "The third young master, it's too late, too late! The lord's order has arrived, and there is no hope of saving you! Let's go back to the banquet and go to the banquet!"

Yuan Shang's eyelids twitched slightly, and suddenly he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and started a run-up, flying towards the prison where the sound came from, as if it was running.

Feng Ji's expression changed and he hurriedly shouted from behind: "Young Master, what are you doing?"

Yuan Shang turned a deaf ear and ran into the prison. He saw a Yuan army envoy, surrounded by several prisoners, took out the sword given by Yuan Shao, raised his hands flat, and handed him step by step towards Ju Su who was gray-faced.

"Stay someone under the sword!"

When he finished speaking, Yuan Shang jumped up with help and hit the cheek of the man holding the sword.

But when he heard the scream of "Ah", the sword-holder raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. His body was like a floating duckweed, and he flew back like a kite with a broken string. With a bang, he directly stuck to the wet cold wall of the prison.

The messenger spitted out two mouthfuls of blood, and his body slid vertically from the wall. After a few flutters, he stopped moving.

Yuan Shang gently shook his bangs on his forehead and said proudly: "One hundred meters, ten seconds, 57, probably can be ranked in the world record." Ju Su, who was still ashamed, opened his mouth in surprise at this moment, stared at Yuan Shang who seemed to fall from the sky. Tears flashed faintly in his eyes at some point.

"Three Young Master, you... are you back?" Yuan Shang smiled at him, stepped forward and gently held Ju Shu's hand, and sighed: "Sir! Yuan Shang was ashamed, humiliated his mission, did not completely restrain Cao's army, resulting in the defeat of the war, and also implicated Mr. to suffer here. It is a great crime!"

Ju Su shook his head heavily and said with a sob: "It's okay, it's okay! OK! Just come back!" At this time, Feng Ji was also before he ran to prison. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but grow up and was extremely surprised.

"Young Master, you are crazy! You actually knocked away the lord's personal messenger!? You are in trouble!"

Yuan Shang turned his head, looked at Feng Ji and the stunned prison guard with a few glances, shook his head and said, "Stop-of-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-stop-the-

Yuan Shang glanced around, then pointed to the messenger who vomited blood and slid down from the wall: "This is your fate!"

When the prison guards heard this, they were sweating and sad. They looked at the envoy who was kicked away and bowed down one after another.

"The little ones dare not, I must keep the young master's words in mind." Yuan Shang nodded slightly, then ran to Feng Ji, who was stunned and pulled his sleeve with his hand: "Let's go! Come with me to save Tian Feng!"

Feng Ji Man's face turned pale and said in disbelief: "Young Master, you can't kick one messenger away enough. Do you have to kick another one away?" (To be continued...
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