Chapter 216

"That's what we should do. If we let other people know first, the north city will not be protected. It's not easy for general Ping to explain." Liu Yu nodded.

Three people say, that thin person takes a person to leave, return to camp, pass the transmission jade slip of camp to inform general Ping.

Liu Yang and Liu Yu are far behind song Tianxuan's jade boat.

Song Tianxuan four people on the jade boat, Nie Sifeng set the direction of the jade boat, with a very fast speed toward the direction of Kangcheng.

"Son of a bitch, this little bastard has a back hand. If Lao Zu recovers his cultivation, even if he breaks the space, he will be skinned, cramped and frustrated..." Lao Zu grumbled angrily.

Played by a younger generation who had been born a thousand years later, song Tianxuan and Yi Ziqi were almost taken away in the end. If song Tianxuan didn't spend a few talismans, this would be the end of it. Xuanhuang's grandfather might have to scratch his skin and cramp him.

"I said, can you stop for a while?" Song Tianxuan looked at the ancestor of the great ape walking back and forth. He couldn't help feeling dizzy.

Three people are sitting in meditation. They are recovering their cultivation.

Yi Ziqi's eyes are closed and her face is frosty. Nie Sifeng sits behind her, like a Dharma protector.

When Zhu Yan recognized him as a descendant of Maoshan, Yi Ziqi's face became very ugly, even pale. He didn't know why.

"Ah, thanks to your bad luck, otherwise, you will die here today. When you die, I can't go back. My family is still on the canglan. I want to see through it. This matter must be kept secret. I must keep it secret..." said the ancestor of the holy ape, squeezing his eyes at Song Tianxuan, with a flattering look.

When Nie Sifeng saw this scene, he couldn't figure it out. He was a monk who had been robbing and a forerunner of the golden saint ape family, but he was trying his best to please a young man who was not good at Lingtai but had bad luck... "I try my best..." Song Tianxuan nodded. He really had no way to deal with the thousand year old thick skinned Saint ape ancestor.

After a day's journey, the boat has been flying for more than 100000 Li. According to this speed, the speed is much slower than that of the ancestor of the great ape and Nie Sifeng, but it is much faster than that of Yi Ziqi and song Tianxuan, and everyone has been injured. With the flying boat, it is no better.

The eerie atmosphere on the ship lasted until the fifth day, until the ancestor of the great ape went to rob a map and put it in front of the three people.

"Still with you?" Song Tianxuan asked first.

"I said that I would kill them directly in the past. How good can this kind of scum general have?" The ancestor of the great ape was dissatisfied.

Song Tianxuan shook his head and said, "we can't kill now. Although we are flying the flag of the military, we are all alone. There are no demon soldiers on it. It's too eye-catching. They are hanging from a distance. They have strong troops on them. Naturally, no one will attack us."

The saint ape ancestor snorted coldly: "this says, even if I fall into the realm of cultivation, I'm afraid they won't make trouble?"

"It's better to be careful. The golden winged marquis is the marquis. When he comes to the land of respect, he is not as arrogant as you. There are many powerful people in the world. Besides, they are not useless now." Song Tianxuan dissuaded.

Although the ancestor of the holy ape was dissatisfied, he had to admit that his cultivation had just recovered, which was indeed a bit of self expansion.

The four of them looked at the map. It was half a million miles away from Kangcheng, but the road behind was not easy.

"It's a miasma swamp, with countless poisons, and the existence of Xuantong period. Plus the favorable location, it's far better than the ordinary Xuantong period."

"If you walk around, there's a mountain on the left. The boat can't fly over 30000 feet. If you abandon the boat, it will take us at least half a month to turn over. What's more, there are countless demons and beasts in it, so we can't avoid fighting." Nie Sifeng pointed to the map and continued to analyze the road.

"On the right is a forbidden area. Even the big families in Kangcheng are defeated. If we live from now on, we not only have to go around for millions of miles, but also have to face those unknown monsters."

Nie Sifeng finished, Saint ape ancestor continued: "in this way, it's better to take a shortcut directly. There are still 25 days left. Even if you stay in the miasma swamp for a few more days, the time is enough. If you take a detour, in case there's a mistake and delay, it's not good."

"I agree, and you?" Song Tianxuan nodded, but asked Yi Ziqi.

Yiziqi five days, and song Tianxuan did not say a word, every day out of the restoration is in the room.

Song Tianxuan knew that it was in the way of his Maoshan identity, but he didn't know why the demon clan hated Maoshan so much. In his heart, he simply said it to avoid discomfort.

Seeing that Yi Ziqi didn't answer, she continued to ask: "master Nie, since the plan has been decided, I have some words..."

"Master, I want to ask you some questions. I wonder if you can solve them?" Nie Sifeng understands the relationship between Song Tianxuan and Yi Ziqi. He sees it in his eyes. When he saves Xiaofan, he listens to what they say. Song Tianxuan says so, but does Yi Ziqi tell him what to do with the way of nature? He pulls the reluctant ancestor of the holy ape into the attic of the jade boat.

"If you have something to say in front of them, why do you want to send them away?" Yi Ziqi said coldly.

After five days, she still couldn't accept the fact that song Tianxuan was Maoshan. She didn't know why she was so cold and didn't want to talk. She seemed very lazy, as if she hadn't been so sleepy in 20 years.

Song Tianxuan stood up and looked at Yi Ziqi, who was like frost, and said, "Maoshan, is it really so hateful?"

Yiziqi snorted coldly and didn't speak.

"The old man told me that I was the ninth generation of Maoshan. I don't know how I became the ninth generation of Maoshan. Up to now, I can only draw five talismans. If he knew, he would scold me again." Song Tianxuan ridiculed himself.

"I've heard something about the siege of Maoshan by the three ethnic groups. Although I don't know why you three ethnic groups can reach an unprecedented agreement on this matter, there must be some misunderstanding. It's better for you to say it. You'll feel better and I'll know more about it." Song Tianxuan continued to ask, with a sincere attitude.

Yiziqi slowly turned around, stood up, hands seem a little unnatural, went to the bow, looking at the foot of the south of the sky.

"You really don't know?"

Song Tianxuan followed him and shook his head: "I really don't know."

"Well, you are the eighth generation of Maoshan, so there is only one person in each generation of Maoshan, you know that." Yiziqi's hair was blown up by the wind, it was a bit messy, but it could not cover her face.