Chapter 1997 (2/2)

Many people were shocked. Looking at the gate of Jinluan hall, it was clear that there was a clear sky, but now there are thousands of miles of dark clouds. It is definitely not a natural phenomenon. Which great man was angry, and even the anger of the great Confucian would not form such a wide range of clouds.

The rain in the city was intermittent because of the holy temple, but there was no shelter for the holy temple outside the city. It rained like a note, like waves and walls.

Soon, people looked to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun is not only the literary Star Dragon Lord, but also the Lord of the Yangtze River. His control of the climate is equal to that of the Dragon Emperor, second only to the saints!

The literary star longjue is angry.

Fang Yun stood up from the master's chair and spoke as he walked out.

”Let the 100000 infantry stay in the capital. Ben Sheng only takes private soldiers to the third company war castle. If anyone is willing to follow me in his own name, he can start from Ning'an city. The cabinet and Marshal's house are ready to read tomorrow. Ben Sheng's personal book will go on a heroic journey and go north to save Zhang poyue! Liu Shan, remember to guard the gate of Ning'an city and meet Ben Sheng!”

Marshal Chen Zhixu got up, bowed and sent Fang Yun, and said, ”I will personally hold the drumstick tomorrow to cheer for Fang Xusheng's drum beating!”

All the officials bowed to Fang Yun.

The palace guards watched Fang Yun leave with envy in their eyes. Now, in addition to Chen Sheng, only Fang Yun can step on the white clouds and fall, go and stay as he pleases.

After seeing Fang Yun off, the other officials remained in the Jinluan hall, arguing and dealing with government affairs.

Autumn wind and drizzle, Fang Yun walked out of the side door of the palace, and the nearby rain drifted in all directions.

Tsing Yi does not touch the rain.

Fang Yun went to Wenxiang's carriage and said to the coachman, ”I didn't take a carriage today. Please send me back to Quanyuan first.”

Wen Xiang's coachman looked confused. After a while, he hurriedly said, ”Fang Xusheng, get on the bus and the little one will take you back to the spring garden. However, you'd better send a message to my master first, or the master will go out and have a look. Yo, the car is gone, and the little one will have to be whipped.”

”Don't worry,” Fang Yun said.

”Fang Xusheng, these eighteen Jiao horses in my family have a strong temper. No one dares to sit except Wenxiang. You should be careful.” the coachman carefully reminded that the eighteen Jiao horses pulling the cart didn't lose their temper.

”Hmm?” Fang Yun glanced at the 18 Jiaoma calmly.

He saw eighteen Jiao horses barking softly and kneeling down together.

”What the hell...” the coachman was stunned.

Fang Yun patted the coachman on the shoulder and walked into the carriage with a smile.

After entering the carriage, Fang Yun fell into meditation. To save Zhang poyue, we must save him. There is no danger in going to the third company castle. The barbarians are eager to go to the third company castle and surround themselves there.

Even, it is not difficult to save Zhang poyue. The barbarians don't care about the life and death of a great scholar. The most difficult thing in the whole thing is how to return to Ning'an city from Sanlian battle castle.

The most important thing is the way to retreat.

Nowadays, there is only one army of Jingguo that can really play a major role in the retreat. That is the iron cavalry.

Panorama country has only 50000 demon iron cavalry. Although it is ready to expand its scale, the actual number has not increased.

Ten thousand of the fifty thousand demon iron cavalry are everywhere, including two thousand demon iron cavalry specially transported by Fang. They are usually in Baling city. Now they have taken the Nu Tao battle platform with other private soldiers, followed the Jiaozu of the Yangtze River from the East China Sea to Yishui River, and will soon arrive in Ning'an city.

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