"You guys are Taoists?"
Zhang Luo looked at these unfamiliar faces, mainly at the sect leader Xiao Feng.
Her expression was cold. Everything in the outside world could not easily cause her emotions to fluctuate.
No matter where he looked, it was no different from looking at a rock.
It was not appropriate to describe her as an icy beauty.
No matter what, Zhang Luo remembered this person at first glance.
He had a slender figure and a cold gaze.
And her hair was white!
Xiao Feng put down her horsetail whisk and bowed slightly.
"Daoist Xiao Feng greets Shangqing Zhang.”
The other Taoist disciples also bowed to Zhang Luo.
However, he was still on guard against the surrounding Qin soldiers.
At this moment, Xu Fu was among the few captured Yin-Yang School disciples.
He was tied up and walked past Zhang Luo and Xiao Feng.
Zhang Luo looked at him." Gan Luo escaped. Why didn't you stop him?”
Xiao Feng looked at Zhang Luo calmly without any shyness or fear.
His eyes were as calm as a lake in the middle of winter.
"What does this have to do with me?"
"I stopped the Yin-Yang School. You owe me a favor.”
Zhang Luo frowned slightly.
"Gan Luo is not weak, and he is also very intelligent. If he leaves, who knows how many more problems will arise in the future.”
"He only cared about escaping. Before he could react, he was hit in the back by me. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he shouldn't be able to walk anymore.”
Hearing this, Zhang Luo's eyelids slightly closed.
Then, he looked at the horsetail whisk in her hand that was about to turn into a sword.
Li Xin walked over.
"Minister Zhang, it's getting late. We should go back.”
"Alright." Zhang Luo nodded and looked at Xiao Feng again." Are you going to Xianyang?”
Among the disciples of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, the Confucianists and Legalists had the most people.
The Mo family only had a few small fries.
There wasn't a single soldier in the Military School or Phantom Valley.
The Taoists would probably go to Xianyang if they dreamed of it tonight.
After all, Taiyi Mountain was in Guanzhong.
This place was not far from Xianyang, but it was already so late, yet they were still resting outside Xianyang.
They probably didn't make it to Xianyang before dark.
"Yes."
The Night Phoenix Horsetail Whisk changed its posture and was ready to agree to Zhang Luo's suggestion.
"Alright, then you can enter the city tomorrow.”
After Zhang Luo finished speaking, he turned around and climbed onto the horse's back.
He moved back and forth, feeling that he needed to remind others that a warhorse could be equipped with two simple things, stirrups and horseshoes.
Xiao Feng looked at Zhang Luo and changed the hand holding the horsetail whisk. She pursed her lips slightly.
This person…
Shouldn't the next sentence be to bring them into the city?
However, Xiao Feng didn't care. Tomorrow it was.
However, those Daoist disciples were a little indignant.
"At least we helped them.”
"This wilderness…"
"That's right."
"Oh right, Sect Leader, isn't one of the things we did on this trip to ask Zhang Luo about the Cheng Ying sword? Why didn't you ask me earlier?"
Xiao Feng was extremely calm.
"He didn't bring it with him today."
The Cheng Ying Sword was in Xianyang and was with Zhang Luo. It was only a spy planted by the Yinyang School in the Daoist school that said so.
Anyway, he still had time in Xianyang.
There was no hurry.
……
……
Zhang Tai Palace.
The animals that had died from taking medicine had been cleared out.
Ying Zheng looked at East Emperor, who was still shrouded in his black robe.
Mrs. Zheng's face vaguely appeared in front of her.
"Zheng Guan…hmph."
"Zhao Gao, let Fu Su bury him tomorrow.”
Zhao Gao hurriedly bowed and accepted the order.
"Yes."
Ying Zheng picked up the small medicine bottle on the imperial table, opened it and took a sniff.
A unique fragrance emanated from it.
This was something that the medicinal pills he had eaten in the past did not have.
But Ying Zheng did not dare to try anymore.
If Zheng Guan had not escaped today, he would have continued to believe in him.
"What can I do…"
Ying Zheng threw the bottle on the ground.
The medicine bottle rolled onto Zheng Guan's black robe on the ground.
"Ginseng huh…"
Ying Zheng recalled the heavenly and earthly treasures that Zhang Luo had mentioned today.
After sitting back in his seat.
He picked up his pen again and unfolded a memorial.
Zhao Gao came over to remind him," Your Majesty, it's very late. It's time to rest."”
Even though he had hidden his evil intentions, he had always been dutiful in front of Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng's sharp eyebrows twitched.
"I've been delayed for some time today, and I haven't finished reviewing the memorials that should be reviewed.”
"Every day I delay here, the other places will be delayed even longer.”
Not to mention, this was a very important memorial.
Meng Tian, who was organizing the army in the north, had sent a memorial to mobilize the money and food for the war!
"Heh, the Empire's army will once again make the world tremble!”
Beside Ying Zheng.
There was a scale.
The 120-pound weight was still on it.
Although he had to deal with more memorials every day, he used much less strength than before.
Therefore, to Ying Zheng, there was no difference.
At the same time.
In the Ye Teng Manor outside Xianyang.
Xu Fu came out with Great Si Ming, Hong Yao, and Young Si Ming, Xiao Xi.
She had just persuaded Ye Teng.
Looking at the bright moon that only appeared in the middle of the night, Xu Fu heaved a sigh of relief.
"The remaining Yin-Yang School can be considered safe.”
When Zheng Guan decided to leave, Xu Fu already thought that he was no longer the leader of the Yin-Yang School.
Although the Yin-Yang School would have to listen to Zhang Luo in the future.
When he recalled what he said in the Supreme Court a few days ago, Xu Fu became a bit depressed.
It still ended up in his hands.
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