Daqin Minshan

A narrow official road penetrates straight into the mountains, surrounded by the Minshan Mountains. Not far ahead, there is an open space, a "Yi" flag flutters in the wind, and the curling smoke rises slowly.

"Sir, we have arrived at the place. Minshan is not far ahead." The people from the Spy Department said in a deep voice through the carriage.

"Well, I understand." Wu Zhongxian replied, then put down the file in his hand, got up, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and jumped down.

The breeze blew gently, and the sound of falling leaves was filled with the sound of the wind blowing the rustling leaves. Wu Zhongxian stood in the dense forest, breathing the unpolluted air, feeling a little relieved!

"Ah~, I finally got home. I have been in the car for more than half a month. When I sit down, I'm going to fall apart. I don't have to ride a carriage anymore!" Mo Jianqi got out of the carriage, stretched his waist, moved his muscles and bones, and looked at the familiar scenery around him in a good mood. It can be seen that the child was so tired of being suffocated along the way.

Seeing that Mo Jianqi was in a good mood, Wu Zhongxian couldn't help but smile and joke: "I've returned to the realm of Mo Daxia. Don't you give me a drink?"

Mo Jianqi smiled and waved his hand and said, "It's okay to say it, wait until Jianlu is inviting you to drink the good osmanthus wine!"

"Cough cough!" An inappropriate cough came from behind the two of them. Wu Zhongxian didn't have to think about who was so annoying.

The old fortune teller also came out to find out when he saw the carriage stop. As soon as he got off, he saw his future apprentice and Wu Zhongxian playing with each other, talking and laughing, and suddenly he was angry and didn't fight!

It was very busy all the way. What Wu Zhongxian didn't expect was that the old man not only survived, but also had a strong spirit and tasted good. He didn't look like an older person at all.⑧①ZW.????m

The old man even had leisure time, his eyes wandering back and forth on the embroidered women of the secret spy department's concave and convex bodies...

Wu Zhongxian said sincerely, you are so old that you are not old!

There is no reason why the old man became angry when he saw Wu Zhongxian.

Before, the old man threw a broken gong to Wu Zhongxian. Wu Zhongxian studied it for several days but couldn't see what was the mystery. He turned around and asked the old man, but he didn't know how to say it, and he just looked like "I'm angry to death if I don't say it."

Wu Zhongxian had been grinding his mouth for several days, and he also made a word...

But who is Wu Zhongxian? When Tathagata sees him, three layers of gold powder will be scraped off. When the King of Hell is scared, how can he suffer such a loss?

So Wu Zhongxian waved his hand and remembered the price of the old fortune teller's food, drink, defecation and urination along the way!

Because this trip was a government official, the local officials dared not deal with the instructions at will when they saw His Majesty’s handwriting. The food and use of them belonged to the local high-quality products, and they were all arranged according to the highest standards. They were just dry foods eaten every day. If calculated according to the market price, it would be enough for an average family of three to spend a month.

It is said that it is appropriate to share the worries and doubts of the Qin Dynasty according to Your Majesty’s will! I have always been open-minded and clear-cut, and I will never do anything to seek personal gain!

When the fortune teller knew the gold and silver that this industry had to spend, his face turned green! He had never seen so much money in his life!

Although his true identity is a Taoist immortal master, he has always been a person who travels around the world and is idle. He has never considered making money and making money, nor has he thought that he would be stumped by such ordinary things one day...

At this time, the old man felt a lot of emotion. He really envied his old friend. As the most saint of Confucianism, he sat down with thousands of disciples and was regarded as a guest of honor by the emperors of various empires.

When did their Confucianism lack money? People all over the world wished they could give them all mountains of gold and silver for free!

In fact, Wu Zhongxian was just talking about it. He just wanted this boss to remember his goodness. At critical moments, he could just raise his hands. After all, he was short of his hands and was short of his mouth.

The old man thought in his heart that the purpose of his trip was to accept disciples, but fortunately he was shameless and refused to leave, following him from the capital to Minshan. But what made him most annoyed was that this kid didn't allow him to ride in the same carriage as him.

According to Wu Zhongxian, there are confidential files of Daqin in this car, so of course it cannot be viewed by idle people.

In fact, this is all fine. The old man has no opinion on the fact that he was classified as a idle person by Wu Zhongxian. After all, the old man is not interested in Wu Zhongxian, but the most annoying thing is that his future disciple will follow Wu Zhongxian regardless of whether he has anything or not.

This makes the old man unable to stand it!

Wu Zhongxian did not give him the chance to accept disciples at all, and he had to guard against Wu Zhongxian like an old father. Whenever he had the chance during the day, he would ride a horse and wander outside Wu Zhongxian's carriage alone, and even climb to Wu Zhongxian's account at night to squat in the corner.

The old man was so tired. It felt like he was always wary of the wild boars urging the cabbage he grew from home.

In fact, Wu Zhongxian didn’t know why this old man always ruined his good things. If he accepted a disciple, he would accept a disciple, but what’s the matter with guarding him like a thief all day long!

Moreover, this old man does have two tricks. Not to mention the embroidered female cultivators in the Secret Spies Department, it is difficult for him, a second-grade cultivator, to notice that the old man is approaching secretly.

This also indirectly verifies what Wu Zhongxian thought. This old man is by no means an ordinary person, at least he must be a first-class person with a peak in cultivation, or even a land god like Ying Zhao.

If this old man was such a giant, Wu Zhongxian would not mind joining the old man to persuade Mo Jianqi to become a disciple. As long as he took this girl himself, he would have a teacher from the land god in the future.

Well! Wu Zhongxian nodded secretly when he thought of this. Anyway, no matter how he calculated this plan, he would not lose. Then he took action. Wu Zhongxian ran to the old man for several consecutive days to ask about his well-being, saying, "Did he sleep well last night?" After a while, he said, "Does this meal fit your taste?"

But the old fortune teller smelled Wu Zhongxian's attentiveness and said to himself: "I want to please me now? It's too late!"

In fact, the old man was also scared by Wu Zhongxian. Now he still owes Wu Zhongxian 400 taels of silver. Even if he treats the old man's whole fortune as a piece of money, it is not worth three taels of money. The old man is indeed a little afraid that Wu Zhongxian's series of abnormal actions must have some bad intentions.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

"Sir, will we spend the night at the inn at night?" The spy Siwei Niang walked to Wu Zhongxian and asked.

This person is the leader of the Secret Spies Division in this operation, and his cultivation level has reached the peak of the third grade. Generally speaking, if an ordinary monk does not encounter a great opportunity, he will at most be at the peak of the fourth grade in this life.
Chapter completed!