Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 159 The Ever-Changing True Path
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

On the deck, the soldiers were training, while the accompanying officials from the three divisions were talking loudly on the side.

On the higher platform, Russell, Xu Qian'an and Yang Yan gathered together, three pairs of eyes looking back and forth at the busy maids.

They were guessing which one was the princess.

Because of Russell, Xu Qian'an and Mu Nanzhi had few interactions before, especially after she obtained the Bodhi bracelet, they had not met many times since then.

And also because of the Bodhi bracelet, Russell's qi-gazing technique could not see through the princess's magnificent luck and could not recognize the princess's true identity.

As for Yang Yan, he was just there to make up the numbers. He had no interest at first, but because Xu Qian'an said that if he guessed correctly, he would treat everyone to a meal at the Beijing Jiaofangsi, he agreed to join in the fun.

After a long time, the official ship arrived at the designated location.

The stream flows so fast that even the rocks can be washed away, hence the name.

Flanked by green hills, the river is as wide as a woman's suddenly cinched waist, with roaring water and splashing white foam.

A huge three-masted sailing ship came slowly, going upstream, and when it reached the middle of the gravel beach, the turbulent water surface suddenly raised waves, and a thick object covered with black scales arched up and then sank into the water again.

"Enemy attack!" Yang Yan roared angrily, and was about to attack with the silver spear in his hand, but was stopped by Xu Qian'an.

With a loud bang, the huge three-masted sailing ship was lifted high.

Amidst the gushing water, a black-scaled dragon broke through the waves, its horns embedded in the bottom of the boat, lifting it into the air.

There were screams on the ship for a while.

However, contrary to the black dragon's expectations, the hull did not shatter into pieces as he had imagined and disintegrated on the spot. Instead, it accelerated from nowhere and fell from mid-air with a force of a thousand pounds, hitting him heavily on the head.

With a "crack", the horns shattered and the black dragon let out a painful roar towards the sky.

"How could this be?"

On the shore, in the dense forest.

The muscular man, ten feet tall, and a seductive woman in a red dress and ponytail spoke in unfriendly tones, and the man in white who was being questioned also frowned.

It was obvious that the man in white was a sorcerer. It was he who provided the information that there were neither formations nor supernatural beings on the ship, and it would sink if it was hit.

It is precisely because of this that the black dragon named Tangshanjun is on top of it.

But now, not only was the ship not sunk, but Tang Shanjun was also severely injured.

"I won't be wrong." The white-robed sorcerer said sullenly, raised his head and looked back at the official ship, with a clear light flashing in his eyes.

This time, he saw the black-clad ranger standing on the bow of the ship. The ranger seemed to have noticed him and was turning around to smile at him.

No! That's not right! It's not like that!
"what!"

Only a scream was heard.

The red snake Hong Ling and the barbarian Zalmuha turned their heads to look, and the moment they turned their heads, the white-robed sorcerer's eyeballs exploded like marbles, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks.

escape!
Needless to say, the sorcerer's own soul-refining warnings of Hongling and Zarmuha were vibrating wildly. They shot out without any hesitation and flew away.

"Boring." Russell curled his lips as he watched this scene, stretched out his hand towards the snake and the barbarian that were going away, and gently pressed down.

In an instant, the danger warning of the warrior's spirit training almost exploded in the minds of the warriors present, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.

Tang Shanjun, Hong Ling, and Zarmuha, three fourth-grade cultivators, were instantly transformed into blood mist, and their souls were captured by Russell's palm.

It's so...

After absorbing the blood and souls of these three people, Russell's eyes flashed with enlightenment.

He seemed to understand how to activate the Protean.

If this is the case...

Russell turned his gaze to Chu Xianglong, who was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling constantly. If he could swallow this guy...

On the deck, Chu Xianglong, who was almost sinking into the wooden board due to the pressure, suddenly felt a chill.

"Strange, why is there a sorcerer here?" Xu Qian'an asked curiously as he used his Qi to roll the sorcerer on the shore, whose eyes were popping out and who had gone crazy because of looking directly at the extraordinary, onto the boat.

From his sachet, Xu Qian'an took out a lot of fine magical weapons.

"Let Miaozhen search his soul and everything will be clear," Russell suggested.

"That's right." Xu Qian'an chopped the warlock's spine with a palm knife and subconsciously threw the body to the ground. Li Miaozhen, who was about to come over to pick it up, was stunned: "You guy!"

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it..." Xu Qian'an bowed and smiled apologetically.

Li Miaozhen glared at him and said nothing. She took out a talisman from the sachet and began to recruit souls.

"Ning Yan." Yang Yan also approached at this time. He was not good at beating around the bush and asked directly, "Did you know in advance that we would be ambushed here?"

"I can't hide it from the boss." Xu Qian'an nodded without any intention of hiding it.

"Xu Qiyan! You knew that the princess was on the boat, yet you still dared to act like this? Do you know what crime you will be punished for not reporting it?" Chu Xianglong looked at Xu Qiyan sinisterly, his inverted triangle eyes full of ruthlessness.

In his opinion, escorting the princess into Chuzhou City was the top priority.

Xu Qian'an didn't need to say anything, as Chu Xianglong was greeted by Yang Yan's silver spear.

A swish sound.

Chu Xianglong's pupils suddenly shrank.

A powerful and unstoppable aura enveloped him, and as the gun intent exploded, everyone saw that the divine light around Chu Xianglong flashed violently, and the next moment it disintegrated into fragments of light.

The iron bones are broken.

Chu Xianglong flew out spitting blood.

"I'm talking to Ning Yan, who gives you the guts to interrupt?" Yang Yan said, picked up his gun, stepped forward, picked up Chu Xianglong, and threw him heavily into the cabin.

"The boss is so domineering!" Xu Qian'an applauded and cheered from the side.

The imperial guards and officials from the three courts who were watching nearby looked at each other, turned around, pretending not to see anything, and just clapped silently in their hearts.

Chu Xianglong has never been popular among the people on the ship. If he was not the deputy general of the King of Zhenbei and a fifth-rank warrior, he would have been put into a sack and dragged to the corner to be punished countless times.

The small setback did not cause much trouble and the ship continued on its journey.

It didn't take long before Li Miaozhen completed the soul summoning.

Xu Qian'an asked the soldiers to set up a curtain to block out the sunlight.

The soldiers crowded on the deck, each craning their necks to see what the ghost looked like.

Even the officials of the three divisions could not suppress their curiosity and came forward one after another.

Not to mention the maids who have never seen the world.

They huddled together, wanting to see but not daring to, cowering in fear. "General Luo, Master Xu, can you really summon ghosts?" a maid asked tremblingly.

"Stop making noise, or you'll scare the ghosts away." Chen Yang, the centurion of the imperial guards, glared at the maid who had no manners, scaring her away, and then led the soldiers of the imperial guards to form a circle with their bodies to separate the crowd.

The next moment, a cold wind blew and the temperature around suddenly dropped by several degrees.

A relatively solid shadow emerged from the corpse of the white-robed sorcerer and floated in the air in a daze.

"Ghost!" a maid screamed, the sound so sharp that it could almost pierce a person's eardrum.

Then she was hit by a club by an unknown soldier and fell straight to the ground with a fist-sized bump on the back of her head.

But no one cared about her. Everyone was staring at the ghost in front of them curiously. This was the first time they had encountered a ghost in broad daylight since they were young. No, this was the first time they had seen a living ghost... No, that's not right either. Anyway, that's what I meant.

This ghost is not as scary as they imagined.

The sorcerer's soul was even more dull and wooden than an ordinary person who had never practiced. He kept muttering something in his mouth because he used the Qi-gazing technique to look directly at an existence that he shouldn't have looked at. His soul and eyes shattered together. This was why Li Miaozhen took so long.

"Alright, alright, we've seen the ghost, let's go."

Seeing that word of mouth and people's hearts had accumulated almost enough, Xu Qian'an gave Chen Yang a look. Chen Yang nodded knowingly and played the villain who played the good guy. He drove everyone back to the cabin amidst a chorus of curses.

The maids kept looking back every few steps, but the sharp-eyed Xu Qian'an caught a glimpse of a familiar Bodhi bracelet on the hand of an ordinary-looking old lady in the crowd, but he did not say anything, but calmly shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Who are you?" Xu Qian'an asked the sorcerer's soul.

"Aba aba aba..." The warlock spoke incoherently.

"What's going on?" Xu Qian'an and Russell looked at Li Miaozhen at the same time.

"You can't blame me for this." Li Miaozhen blushed as she was stared at. She quickly said, "It was Russell. You shattered this guy's soul. I can only do this much."

"Blame me, blame me." Russell chuckled, rubbed Li Miaozhen's head, and then said, "Let me do it."

Xu Qian'an moved aside, and Russell then stretched out his finger and touched the forehead of the white-robed sorcerer's soul. A white light flashed, and the sorcerer became visibly much clearer.

"What is this?" Xu Qian'an asked curiously.

"The function of Tian Gu." Russell explained.

Xu Qian'an nodded and asked the sorcerer's soul again: "Who are you?"

The sorcerer replied blankly, "Xu Shengzu."

It really works!
Xu Qian'an smiled.

"What organization do you support?
"What is your purpose in ambushing us?"

"Who's behind you? Where are you from?"

"Who did the bloody massacre of three thousand miles?"

Four or five questions in a row were answered through his mouth.

But Xu Qian'an just couldn't be happy.

The mysterious Qianlong City, the unknown location of Xuzhou, the unknown identity of the Lord of Tianji Palace, the princess is concerned about whether the King of Zhenbei can advance to the second rank, and most importantly, the guy who cares about the Three Thousand Miles of Blood Slaughter, actually knows nothing about it.

Despair! Deep despair.

He is really in a dilemma now.

"By the way, I think I discovered the princess just now." Rubbing his forehead, Xu Qian'an said to Russell and Li Miaozhen.

"How did you find it?" Li Miaozhen asked curiously. It was no secret that the princess had a magical weapon that could shield her from the secrets of heaven.

Back in the capital, the princess ran away from home to watch a Buddhist magic show, and the Imperial Sword Guards almost turned the capital upside down.

It was because the princess' luck was blocked that the sorcerers from the Imperial Astronomical Observatory couldn't find her.

"Just now I saw a Bodhi bracelet on an old lady's hand. I got that Bodhi bracelet from Taoist Master Jinlian. The princess spent a lot of money to buy it from me." Xu Qian'an explained.

"But even if we know who the princess is now, it's useless." Li Miaozhen sighed, "It's as if the bloody massacre of three thousand miles never happened."

"Let's take it one step at a time. We'll soon reach Chuzhou City. Once there, all the mysteries will be solved." Xu Qian'an shrugged. He had no better idea for the time being.

……

Seven days later, the delegation entered the northern border and arrived at a city called Wanzhou.

Wanzhou is a small state, larger than a county but smaller than a prefecture. The land in Wanzhou is fertile and suitable for farming. It is one of the granaries of Chuzhou.

The architectural style here is not much different from that of the capital city in the Central Plains, but the scale is incomparable. Also, because there is no dock nearby, its prosperity is limited.

"Excuse me, who is Xu Yinluo?"

As soon as he entered Wanzhou City, Wanzhou Governor Niu Junde rushed over with a very attentive look on his face. He didn't know what had happened, the only thing he knew was that he couldn't let the bigwigs from the capital feel neglected.

His mood remained cold until Yang Yan took out the document, and then he asked in a somewhat indifferent tone.

Xu Qian'an narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that the reputation of King Zhenbei in the north was far beyond his imagination.

"It's me," Xu Qian'an said, stepping forward. The Confucian scroll containing the art of qi-reading burned behind him. He stared intently at Prefect Niu and asked, "I've been ordered to come to the northern border to investigate the bloody massacre. First, let me ask you, what's the situation in Chuzhou?"

"That's simply alarmist!" Niu Zhizhou frowned. "Chuzhou has been stable for decades thanks to the Prince of Zhenbei guarding this place. In the decades with the prince here, not a single city has been lost, and the country's prestige has not been damaged in the slightest. How could there be a bloodbath over three thousand miles?"

It's the truth...

A clear light flashed in Xu Qian'an's eyes, followed by disappointment.

At this point, he almost began to doubt his own guess.

He asked a few more questions, and Niu Zhizhou answered them all fluently. Seeing that he could not get anything out of him, Xu Qian'an stopped talking.

Seeing Xu Qian'an's silence, Niu Zhizhou, like a general who had won a battle, proudly shook his body and prepared to leave happily: "My lords, please rest for a while in the city. The carriages and supplies are being prepared."

"Thank you." The Dali Temple Secretary who was accompanying him bowed.

After Niu Zhizhou left, the Dali Temple Secretary, Chen the Chief Constable of the Ministry of Justice, two censors, Xu Qian'an, Luo Su, and Li Miaozhen gathered together and began to discuss the next plan.

"Could it be that we have wronged the King of Zhenbei?" Captain Chen asked with some self-doubt.

"I believe in Ning Yan's intuition and Duke Wei's judgment." Yang Yan said calmly in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"It's not a matter of whether we believe it or not." The Dali Temple Secretary shook his head, looked at Xu Qian'an, and asked: "Xu Yinluo, at this point, how confident are you?"

"Thirty percent." Xu Qian'an thought for a while and said.

"Another 30%?" The censor surnamed Chen asked in shock.

"Intuition." Xu Qian'an said seriously.

His intuition has always been good, and this time was no exception.

(End of this chapter)