Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 137 Luoyang Princess
"Woo~"

The Divine Condor let out a long cry, hovered above the nine heavens, and did not land on the ground for a long time.

Yang Guo sat on its broad and strong back, looking down through the thick clouds.

After seeing the majestic ancient capital in front of him, Yang Guo's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't help but clenched Fang Xiupa tightly in his palm.

"Brother Diao, let's land here, your body is too huge, if you land rashly in the city, you will be found."

"Cuckoo~"

Hearing that Yang Guo wanted to go by himself, Shen Diao was a little disappointed in his tone, but after circling for a while, he still landed in a nearby deep mountain.

"Gu~gu~"

Shen Diao lowered his head and rubbed against Yang Guo, as if to say safe journey.

Yang Guo's brows and eyes were gentle, and he patted the iron wings of the divine eagle.

"Brother Diao, don't worry, my life, Yang Guo, is not easy to take, and nothing will happen to me."

"Woooooooo..."

"Okay, if it's not right, I'll call you, and I won't hold you accountable."

"Cuckoo!"

Satisfied, the divine sculpture lowered its head slightly, stretched out its iron wings and flapped its fan twice, then poked Yang Guo's back, urging you to leave quickly.

Yang Guo nodded, patted Shen Diao's head, and said gently: "Brother Diao, we will meet again."

The voice fell.

With fixed eyes, Yang Guo strode towards Luoyang City.

On the way, Yang Guo used the "disguise technique" he had learned from A'Zhu to change his face. After wrapping a bandage around the dark iron epee, he put it into the special scabbard on the back.

As for why it is said to be a special scabbard... The main reason is that the sword is too big and heavy.

Although Yang Guo likes recklessness, he is not stupid.

He reckoned that although he had broken through the innate, he should not be the opponent of the innate grand master with the unity of spirit, energy and spirit.

Just want to be more cautious.

This Luoyang is located in the Central Plains, surrounded by mountains on all sides, with thick walls and high walls, guarded by the Yellow River and Luoshui River, and the danger of the city. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

Now Meng Ge, the "King of the South", leads more than [-] soldiers to fight on the front line of Xiangfan.

This Luoyang City stores the luggage, which can be regarded as the base camp.

If anything goes wrong on the front line, Meng Ge can lead his troops to retreat to Luoyang, waiting for support, and firmly grasp the initiative.

Maybe it was because of the war, or it was because the year was approaching and the people of Luoyang went home early. Yang Guo only felt bleak and nervous when he entered Luoyang, and he lacked a bit of anger.

Looking at the white sky, Yang Guo stepped on the thick snow, wondering if he would sneak into the palace tonight.

time flies.

Or the snow is too heavy and too deep.

Yang Guo couldn't tell the time at this time, mixed with his thoughts, he walked aimlessly for a while.

Yang Guo was going to invest in an inn, and when he was making plans later, a group of Mongolian soldiers came in front of him.

Seeing that these Mongols were coming towards him, Yang Guo frowned, a little puzzled as to why he attracted attention.

Today, there are not many pedestrians on the street in twos and twos, but they are not too few.

"Nanren, you carry a sword and know martial arts?"

A Mongolian, speaking the Central Plains dialect strangely, was waiting for Yang Guo's answer.

Yang Guo nodded hesitantly.

"Come with us."

After saying this, fifteen or sixteen people surrounded Yang Guo.

The meaning of undeniable is obvious.

In fact, according to Yang Guo's strength, killing these 15 people is no different from killing chickens.

But his current goal is to enter the palace, and he doesn't want to startle the snake.

"Come on, why are you standing there?"

One of them stretched out his hand holding the knife, and pushed Yang Guo away.

Yang Guo didn't move at all, he turned his head and asked, "Where are you looking for me, what do you want?"

Several Mongolian soldiers looked at each other, smiled, and one of them sneered, "Don't ask too many questions, you will know when you arrive, anyway, it might be a good thing for you, a southern barbarian."

Yang Guo nodded, after glancing at the pedestrians on the street, he was already thinking about finding a place where there were few people, and he would definitely kill them with a sword.

Just following along the way, Yang Guo's expression became more and more strange when he saw the majestic palace in front of him.

"What are you still doing in a daze, come in quickly, you fourth-class person, do Nanmanzi still want to go through the main entrance?"

A Mongolian soldier saw Yang Guo staring at the gate without moving, so he kicked over.

Yang Guo glanced at him, remained calm, and shook his body slightly.

"what--"

The Mongolian soldier missed with one kick and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, Babu, what's the matter with you? Why do you want to kiss the earth? This is not a grassland, but the Central Plains. The Sirius God can't bless you."

The mocking Mongolian sounded.

Babu scrambled to his feet and stood up, his face blushed and he wanted to chop Yang Guo with his knife.

"Hmph! Babu, what are you doing? Do you know how long it will take to find a beating partner who can practice martial arts?
Don't put away your knife yet!Later, the little princess gets angry, so you just wait to go back to the grassland. "

The Mongolian soldier interrupted sharply, and Babu withered in an instant.

In this season, the grassland is frozen for thousands of miles, and there are no people for thousands of miles. If I go back now, I am afraid that I will die.

and.

He has long been familiar with this comfortable environment.

Every day when I have nothing to do, I bully and bully these weak southerners like little sheep.

He is even more unwilling to go back to the grassland to suffer and suffer, to live the hard life of the past.

Yang Guo watched quietly from the side, didn't understand a word, but he always felt that they had something bad to say.

"Boy, when you enter the palace later, remember to be more disciplined, otherwise those big shots who anger you, don't blame me for tearing you apart."

The Mongolian soldier took out his scimitar and said coldly.

Yang Guo was wearing a human skin mask, but he couldn't make complicated expressions, he just nodded emphatically.

But in his heart, he was already thinking about which hand to use to capture this "little princess".

Chief Meng Bing nodded in satisfaction, pushed open a small door, and shouted: "Come with me."

Naturally, Yang Guo had no objection, followed him around the huge palace, and after about a stick of incense, he stopped at a small lake.

There are many emerald green bamboos near the small lake, and a arena like a martial arts arena is set up in the middle of the lake.

At this time, the sky was still snowing, the ring was already covered with frost, and a layer of ice had formed on the surface of the lake.

There were quite a few people nearby, Yang Guo glanced casually and concluded that the sum was not enough to fight with one hand.

"Hey, brother, where are you from? It's been closed for a few years, why don't you go home?"

A young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a cloth shirt, asked.

Glancing at his dantian, Yang Guo shook his head and didn't speak.

"Why don't you talk, brother? Is it dumb or deaf?"

Seeing Yang Guo ignoring him, the thin monkey kept asking, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Yang Guo frowned, feeling that he was a little annoyed.

"The little princess is coming soon, everyone be honest, don't make noise, otherwise, don't blame me for bleeding you!!"

A strong man with a big knife came over and said in a dark voice.

The noisy crowd just now cooled down in an instant.

But three or five breaths.

"The little Princess is here—"

A high-pitched compliment sounded.

I saw a cute little girl who looked eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red fur jacket, and was surrounded by everyone.

Yang Guo's expression was indifferent, he had summoned his internal energy.

(End of this chapter)