503 White Fox Ballad on the Flowing Jade River (2)
The princess of the West Garrison King of Shuxi County rode on an immortal ship into the Imperial City. On the way, she saved a girl in white.
This woman named Wuhen said that she was from the Fox Clan. She once had an unforgettable and lingering love affair with a young official in the Imperial City.
However, in the end, the young scholar became a high and mighty minister and abandoned his companion, Wuhen.
The Brocade Immortal Ship stopped outside the Imperial City. From then on, rumors of a white fox swirled, attracting countless scholars to board the ship in order to behold the beauty of Shuxi County and the beauty of the Brocade Immortal Ship.
“Is there really no happy future between humans and demons?” Mu Wan whispered as she looked at Cuicui and Shao Datian in the distance.
The two of them were far away and did not hear the discussion on the shore. They were still immersed in the tragic story of the white fox ballad.
As the night dew deepened, Han Muye and Mu Wan returned to the inn.
When they left, Shao Datian and Cuicui were still on the riverbank.
The next morning, the caravans set off again.
This time, they would first arrive at Nanyuan City in Nanyuan Prefecture, then turn to the upper reaches of the Flowing Jade River, go upstream, and travel by ship to the Imperial City.
“Mr. Muye, our ship will pass through Dongshan County.
“That’s the place where Grandmaster Lu Yuzhou achieved the Dao. There are many things to do there. It’s even livelier than Heze County.”
boxn ov el. c o mThe manager of the banquet hall who was riding a spiritual steed spoke loudly beside Han Muye.
Today, there were a few more workers led by Jia Yang and more than 10 large carriages in the caravan fleet.
According to his explanation, the Jia family were merchants to begin with. They set up a banquet hall and inn in Heze County.
Their family’s main business was the same as the Xiao family. They operated caravan fleets that transported goods everywhere. They made money from the buying and selling of these goods.
Han Muye and Mu Wan rarely spoke, while Xiao Chu and Jia Yang talked about the local customs of the Central Continent from time to time.
Dongshan County and the conquest of the Southern Wasteland were the biggest events in the Central Continent in recent years.
There was also the opening of the Heavenly Gate in the Western Frontier.
Just as Xiao Chu had said, the situation in the Central Continent had not changed for a thousand years.
The various aristocratic families and sects had taken control of the resources. Other than studying hard, ordinary people basically did not have any opportunities.
Be it mortals or cultivators, although they did not have to worry about food and clothing, they could not see the future.
Who would have thought that a great battle would break out in the Southern Wasteland, drawing the attention of all the clans in the Central Continent to the South.
It was a specialty of the Southern Wasteland. Military resources were expended, and the migration of commoners and sects and aristocratic families was related to wealth.
Many people became rich overnight.
On the Liuyu River, a fisherman was rewarded with 1,000 spiritual rocks after catching fish overnight and sending them to the military camp.
1,000 spiritual rocks was not something that could be earned through fishing.
At that time, everyone thought that the change in the situation in the Central Continent was happening in the Southern Wasteland.
The various clans gathered their resources and wanted a share of the loot.
However, who would have thought that the White Deer Mountain Academy would appear out of thin air and compete for the People’s Will? With the opening of the Heavenly Gate in the Western Frontier and the emergence of Dongshan County, the entire Central Continent seemed to have come back to life.
It was possible for the White Deer Mountain to educate the world with the scholar’s sword.
The Western Frontier challenged the world with the sword. Which sword cultivator did not want to take a trip to the Nine Mystic Mountain?
The 19 counties of the Central Continent had not changed for countless years. Unexpectedly, Lu Yuzhou returned with the momentum and added a new county to the Central Continent.
It was really a place of rebirth where everyone could run wild.
How many fields could be opened up?
How many Confucianists could become officials?
How many sects could establish a base?
It would take less than a thousand years for the resources to be cultivated.
Based on what Jia Yang had said, if the Jia Family had not set up a trap in the Southern Wasteland, they would definitely have used the entire family’s strength to develop Dongshan County.
The few disciples of the Xiao family and the juniors of the Jia family who were close behind him would ask a few questions from time to time.
Han Muye and Mu Wan smiled and listened.
Mu Wan did not care about these things and could only accompany Han Muye.
In Han Muye’s opinion, the operations of these large clans were actually very similar to the development of the Nine Mystic Mountain for more than 10,000 years.
Generations of hard work finally succeeded in suppressing the Western Frontier.
However, the price paid was unimaginable to outsiders.
Although there was a chance, he had to fight for it.
It was not a competition of a single person or a moment’s competition, but a competition of a clan and a competition of a lifetime.
Han Muye looked at the sky.
What was the Heavenly Mystic’s Wen Mosheng fighting for?
The more he interacted with and saw, the more Han Muye felt that Wen Mosheng had been overseeing the Heavenly Mystic for countless years.
“Boom!”
Behind the mountain range in front of them, there was a roar.
Xiao Chu raised his hand with a solemn expression.
The caravans quickly gathered and formed an arc-shaped battle circle.
The large carriages were outside the circle. The guards and a group of workers stood by the large carriages, weapons and spells on hand.
“The Southern Wasteland has attracted too many forces. Recently, Nanyuan County has become much more chaotic.” Jia Yang shook his head, and the aura on his body slowly condensed.
Second level of the Golden Core Realm.
Without a Golden Core cultivation, he would not dare to oversee a region.
Demons?
On the mountain, blood qi rose with a few violent demonic lights.
Then there was a flash of sword light.
“It’s the Mystic Sun Guards,” Xiao Chu said in a low voice as he flew up.
“You guys stay here. I’ll go take a look.”
The Xiao family was an aristocratic family in the Imperial City. Their glory and splendor were connected to the dynasty.
The Mystic Sun Guards were surrounded, so Xiao Chu naturally had to investigate.
Jia Yang nodded. His Golden Core aura spread out and enveloped a radius of 10,000 feet.
He didn’t flinch.
His gaze fell on the figure running over from the main road at the foot of the mountain.
Mu Wan was also surprised.
Shao Datian’s face was filled with anxiety as he ran with Cuicui in his arms.
Behind him, there were a few black shadows roaring and chasing after him.
Cuicui’s eyes were tightly shut, and her face was filled with pain.
503 White Fox Ballad on the Flowing Jade River (2)
The princess of the West Garrison King of Shuxi County rode on an immortal ship into the Imperial City. On the way, she saved a girl in white.
This woman named Wuhen said that she was from the Fox Clan. She once had an unforgettable and lingering love affair with a young official in the Imperial City.
However, in the end, the young scholar became a high and mighty minister and abandoned his companion, Wuhen.
The Brocade Immortal Ship stopped outside the Imperial City. From then on, rumors of a white fox swirled, attracting countless scholars to board the ship in order to behold the beauty of Shuxi County and the beauty of the Brocade Immortal Ship.
“Is there really no happy future between humans and demons?” Mu Wan whispered as she looked at Cuicui and Shao Datian in the distance.
The two of them were far away and did not hear the discussion on the shore. They were still immersed in the tragic story of the white fox ballad.
As the night dew deepened, Han Muye and Mu Wan returned to the inn.
When they left, Shao Datian and Cuicui were still on the riverbank.
The next morning, the caravans set off again.
This time, they would first arrive at Nanyuan City in Nanyuan Prefecture, then turn to the upper reaches of the Flowing Jade River, go upstream, and travel by ship to the Imperial City.
“Mr. Muye, our ship will pass through Dongshan County.
“That’s the place where Grandmaster Lu Yuzhou achieved the Dao. There are many things to do there. It’s even livelier than Heze County.”
boxn ov el. c o mThe manager of the banquet hall who was riding a spiritual steed spoke loudly beside Han Muye.
Today, there were a few more workers led by Jia Yang and more than 10 large carriages in the caravan fleet.
According to his explanation, the Jia family were merchants to begin with. They set up a banquet hall and inn in Heze County.
Their family’s main business was the same as the Xiao family. They operated caravan fleets that transported goods everywhere. They made money from the buying and selling of these goods.
Han Muye and Mu Wan rarely spoke, while Xiao Chu and Jia Yang talked about the local customs of the Central Continent from time to time.
Dongshan County and the conquest of the Southern Wasteland were the biggest events in the Central Continent in recent years.
There was also the opening of the Heavenly Gate in the Western Frontier.
Just as Xiao Chu had said, the situation in the Central Continent had not changed for a thousand years.
The various aristocratic families and sects had taken control of the resources. Other than studying hard, ordinary people basically did not have any opportunities.
Be it mortals or cultivators, although they did not have to worry about food and clothing, they could not see the future.
Who would have thought that a great battle would break out in the Southern Wasteland, drawing the attention of all the clans in the Central Continent to the South.
It was a specialty of the Southern Wasteland. Military resources were expended, and the migration of commoners and sects and aristocratic families was related to wealth.
Many people became rich overnight.
On the Liuyu River, a fisherman was rewarded with 1,000 spiritual rocks after catching fish overnight and sending them to the military camp.
1,000 spiritual rocks was not something that could be earned through fishing.
At that time, everyone thought that the change in the situation in the Central Continent was happening in the Southern Wasteland.
The various clans gathered their resources and wanted a share of the loot.
However, who would have thought that the White Deer Mountain Academy would appear out of thin air and compete for the People’s Will? With the opening of the Heavenly Gate in the Western Frontier and the emergence of Dongshan County, the entire Central Continent seemed to have come back to life.
It was possible for the White Deer Mountain to educate the world with the scholar’s sword.
The Western Frontier challenged the world with the sword. Which sword cultivator did not want to take a trip to the Nine Mystic Mountain?
The 19 counties of the Central Continent had not changed for countless years. Unexpectedly, Lu Yuzhou returned with the momentum and added a new county to the Central Continent.
It was really a place of rebirth where everyone could run wild.
How many fields could be opened up?
How many Confucianists could become officials?
How many sects could establish a base?
It would take less than a thousand years for the resources to be cultivated.
Based on what Jia Yang had said, if the Jia Family had not set up a trap in the Southern Wasteland, they would definitely have used the entire family’s strength to develop Dongshan County.
The few disciples of the Xiao family and the juniors of the Jia family who were close behind him would ask a few questions from time to time.
Han Muye and Mu Wan smiled and listened.
Mu Wan did not care about these things and could only accompany Han Muye.
In Han Muye’s opinion, the operations of these large clans were actually very similar to the development of the Nine Mystic Mountain for more than 10,000 years.
Generations of hard work finally succeeded in suppressing the Western Frontier.
However, the price paid was unimaginable to outsiders.
Although there was a chance, he had to fight for it.
It was not a competition of a single person or a moment’s competition, but a competition of a clan and a competition of a lifetime.
Han Muye looked at the sky.
What was the Heavenly Mystic’s Wen Mosheng fighting for?
The more he interacted with and saw, the more Han Muye felt that Wen Mosheng had been overseeing the Heavenly Mystic for countless years.
“Boom!”
Behind the mountain range in front of them, there was a roar.
Xiao Chu raised his hand with a solemn expression.
The caravans quickly gathered and formed an arc-shaped battle circle.
The large carriages were outside the circle. The guards and a group of workers stood by the large carriages, weapons and spells on hand.
“The Southern Wasteland has attracted too many forces. Recently, Nanyuan County has become much more chaotic.” Jia Yang shook his head, and the aura on his body slowly condensed.
Second level of the Golden Core Realm.
Without a Golden Core cultivation, he would not dare to oversee a region.
Demons?
On the mountain, blood qi rose with a few violent demonic lights.
Then there was a flash of sword light.
“It’s the Mystic Sun Guards,” Xiao Chu said in a low voice as he flew up.
“You guys stay here. I’ll go take a look.”
The Xiao family was an aristocratic family in the Imperial City. Their glory and splendor were connected to the dynasty.
The Mystic Sun Guards were surrounded, so Xiao Chu naturally had to investigate.
Jia Yang nodded. His Golden Core aura spread out and enveloped a radius of 10,000 feet.
He didn’t flinch.
His gaze fell on the figure running over from the main road at the foot of the mountain.
Mu Wan was also surprised.
Shao Datian’s face was filled with anxiety as he ran with Cuicui in his arms.
Behind him, there were a few black shadows roaring and chasing after him.
Cuicui’s eyes were tightly shut, and her face was filled with pain.
