An Zhilu suddenly laughed.

He hadn't been to Chang'an yet, but he had some understanding of the scenery of Chang'an in Angui's letter.

Horses with gold ornaments, carriages inlaid with gems, corals, fragrant carriages, Kunlun slaves who carry jade Ruyi to show off the market... He could not imagine these, nor could he imagine the rich people who could sprinkle their daughters for a clump of dark flowers, and he could not imagine what those powerful people sitting in the temple looked like.

But looking at Hua Huaixian in front of him and thinking about Xu Tuibei who taught him, he knew that at least these people who could dominate the country all had the same temperament.

There is no way to make do, only the ultimate.

He spat out a mouthful of blood again, then picked up Ouyang Jianyuan's sword, nodded at Hua Huaixian, and said, "Kill these dogs."

A look of admiration appeared in Hua Huaixian's eyes again.

He could see that An Zhilu was at the end of his strength, and he really couldn't understand why An Zhilu could still stand up and rush back with him with his sword.

But he was also very clear that there were countless bandits hiding in the surrounding streets and alleys. They were just frightened by Ouyang Jianyuan's death. But if An Zhilu could not follow him, whether she stayed here or went to a certain alley to hide, she would be killed by these bandits.

This young man has already gained a reputation after the Youzhou military's spring offensive began. His head should be very valuable to these bandits.

Hua Huaixian began to run.

An Zhilu followed him and began to run, occasionally wiping away the blood that had splashed on his face with his left hand.

He heard the constant sound of arrows breaking through the air. In response, he just adjusted his true energy to his back as much as possible.

In a sense, he knew that Hua Huaixian didn't need to kill a few more bandits himself. He just needed to appear in front of important figures from the clan with Hua Huaixian, but at the same time, he had to become the shield behind Hua Huaixian.

Hua Huaixian was obviously familiar with the terrain of the Chenghuang Temple area, but if he could not maintain such a fast advancement speed and could not meet with some of the responders he had arranged in advance, as long as he was blocked by the bandits, the bandits who flocked to him would pile him up here.

Several arrows broke through the protective energy on his back and pierced into his flesh and blood.

But he didn't even feel more pain. The wounds under his medicine seemed to have been torn apart in the battle with Ouyang Jianyuan just now, and it seemed that his body had been cut into many pieces.

He felt as if he was dragging a lot of pieces and running.

His eyes were becoming more and more blurred. The streets under his feet, the surrounding courtyard walls, the roofs, and the temple flags of the City God Temple in the distance had long been twisted in his eyes, just like countless monsters dancing with claws jumping.

His breathing became hotter and hotter, and the burning heat even made him feel his lungs and soles of his feet burning.

Under him, it seemed that the cold and hard mud was no longer the burning iron plate.

There seemed to be countless bees buzzing in his mind, and his thoughts became more and more confused. However, the natal Gu method supported him to run in a strange way. And just like when he was confronting Ouyang Jianyuan just now, there seemed to be a unique subconscious deep in his body that replaced his consciousness and controlled his body.

An instinct that seemed to belong to him was mobilizing all the flesh and blood in his body urging him to run behind Hua Huaixian. The blood oozed out between the medicine cloth on his body began to fall to the ground drop by drop.

However, his body's perception became more and more acute. The falling arrows and spears that pierced from the diagonally behind were twisted by him and avoided them one after another.

A strong faith filled his body like never before.

Today he saw an extremely powerful practitioner.

Baiyun Temple is also a legendary holy land for him. This practitioner from Baiyun Temple is unbearable even if Hua Huaixian deals alone. However, when he talks with Hua Huaixian, the lines are filled with the desire for the depravity method.

He could not understand at this moment that the natal Gu was not in his body at all. Why was it like the consciousness of the natal Gu in his body? But now he didn't need to understand this mysterious truth. He just needed to remember that this powerful practitioner from Baiyun Temple was extremely eager to obtain his practice method.

Now he intuitively feels that the destiny Gu refined by the Destiny View, plus the more ancient witchcraft method he has obtained, is no less than the destiny Gu method of the Destiny View at this time.

So what he wants to do now is to follow this path of practice.

Failure and death are just because they are not strong enough.

He heard the sound of his running footsteps, which were beating like a war drum, making his heart beat more powerfully. Suddenly, he heard more sounds.

This sound comes from outside the city.

The sounds in the surrounding streets were obviously extremely noisy, the sounds of weapons, the sounds of thunderous calls from bandits and the sound of blood spilling on the ground. However, these sounds seemed to be automatically filtered by his ears, and he clearly heard the drums sounding outside the city.

Then he heard Hua Huaixian's breathing sound in front of him, and then heard Hua Huaixian's voice with some emotion gently reaching his ears, "Did you have arranged these outside the city in advance?"

An Zhilu nodded with a smile.

He didn't even hear the sound of arrows later, but he knew that the people outside the city had known the news of the death of the bandit leader here, and had begun to create momentum according to his arrangements and create the illusion of the arrival of reinforcements.

When he nodded, the road under his feet twisted like waves.

The sounds around him were abandoned by his ears swarmed in like a tsunami.

He was as if he was in the sea in an instant.

The strange aura and will that supported him quietly retreated in his body like a tide.

His consciousness regained his body, and then he saw that the bandits around him were in chaos, and many bandits were running out like frightened mice, looking for the war horse closest to him.

However, there seemed to be a bright light falling in the sky, and then he discovered that the gate of the Chenghuang Temple was already in front of him.

He fell down weakly, and his whole body was like a ball of rotten flesh falling towards the temple door.

Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to feel that the temple gate was glowing, and then the entire Chenghuang Temple was glowing and getting bigger.

This City God Temple is growing continuously and turning into a huge city with golden light, just like the Chang'an described to him in An Gui's letter.

...

Chang'an in An Gui's eyes was just like what he described in the letter he wrote to An Zhilu, and the whole city seemed to be emitting golden light.

The Chang'an he saw was the Chang'an that Hu Laosan described in Mingbaipo and Gu Liubai at the beginning.

It has the most precious jewelry in the world, the most beautiful women, and the most majestic and spectacular palaces.

But different people, even at different stages of the lives of the same people, see Chang'an completely different.

Jia Lian started to be on the gold list. When the results were released in early spring and February, the Chang'an he saw not only radiating golden light, but even the spring breeze that breeze blows on his face exudes the most beautiful fragrance in the world.

The light falling from the sky seemed to illuminate the future for them and other officials.

Like many talented men who can be favored and attend the Xingyuan banquet, he is very confident in his talents. At that time, he only saw the beauty of Chang'an, sitting on an ivory mat and a golden plate with a banquet, he never thought that one day in the future, he would be even more confused than a dog in a fray.

Fate always punishes young and arrogant hearts, and it seems that it often comes after many years.

Jia Lian was hiding in a cramped room under the pigpen and swallowed the brown rice mixed with wheat beans in his hands. When he saw a slight light falling from the edge of the pig trough that was the only import and export, he thought that February would be in a few days.

He thought of the spring when he had just arrived in Chang'an, the spring when the air was filled with fragrance.

However, at this time, he was eating the only meal of the day, but he couldn't even smell the aroma of food. The smell of pig manure filled his mouth and nose was the smell of pig manure.

He couldn't help but start to imagine that if he had the chance to return to that spring, would he choose not to join Lin Fu or simply not to enter this city?

However, flowers will bloom again, and people will no longer be young.

Just as he was choking and it was a little difficult to swallow, he saw the pig trough above being slowly moved away.

"Mr. Jia, stop eating that thing, come up and eat it."

A young man covered his nose seriously and said to him seriously.

Jia Lian looked at the young man in horror.

The sun was a little dazzling, and the young man was a little unfamiliar to him. He froze for a long time before he remembered that he had seen this young man several times.

This young man is named Ning Shen, who is the companion to the Third Prince.

But how could anyone find themselves?

If you can find yourself, how could it be him? How could it be the confidant around the third prince?

"Stop being slow, Mr. Jia, the smell here is really choking."

He was still stiff, and Ning Shen was already covering his nose and frowned and urged, "We are not here to catch you. Besides, even if we are here to catch you, even if you are determined to die, don't you want to eat a good meal before leaving?"

Jia Lian took a deep breath.

This was his subconscious reaction before making a decision.

But after taking a deep breath, he suddenly became evil.

"vomit…"

He almost vomited out all the things he had just eaten.

"Don't do this, Mr. Jia. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll vomit, and I'll spit you all over my head and face when the time comes." Ning Shen covered his mouth, looking like he was so smoky that he was about to vomit.

Jia Lian didn't dare to take more deep breaths.

He also covered his mouth and nose with one hand and jumped up.

When he jumped on, he had already made plans. If there were a bunch of people outside waiting to capture him, he would immediately break his heart.

But as soon as he jumped up, he only saw three people connected to the pigpen inside and outside of the farmyard.

In addition to Ning Shen, there was someone standing at the gate of the yard and looking at the wind.

Seeing him jump out, the young man also greeted him softly, "Shilarious Minister Jia, should you recognize me too?"

Since Jia Lian recognized Ning Shen, how could he not recognize Liang Xundao, another celebrity beside the third prince?

Even he nodded, and didn't know how to speak.

But as soon as he saw where he was put, he almost vomited again.

I really feel that the smell is so sensible below. When I look at it, he really doubts life.

This farmer was a dead soldier he secretly raised. On weekdays, he was a real farmer. After hiding him in the secret room under the pig trough, he probably was afraid that people would search and find clues. Therefore, the pig shit in the pig trough should have been deliberately uncleared for many days, and it was piled thickly all over the ground. If it weren't for the lot of hay laid on the edge of the pig trough, the pig shit would probably have dripped down the edge of the pig trough to the secret room.

"Go to the room next to you to wash, you can't stand it." Ning Shen waved to Jia Lian, while fearing that Jia Lian was not at ease, and added, "Don't worry, Mr. Jia, don't worry, we are definitely here to help you, not to harm you."
To be continued...