Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 391 Old Ye Sells Rice
"You don't have to be so sneaky."

As soon as Han Yu crawled out of the ground, the spirit of the weapon couldn't help but roll its eyes.

It is understandable that once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years.

But it is really outrageous that he sneaked all the way from Minzhou City to Southern Xinjiang.

We stopped and walked a lot along the way, and ended up wasting two extra days.

Han Yu curled his lips. Didn’t he hear what the soul said before leaving?
You won't be so lucky next time, listen! There will be a next time.

Doesn’t he know that this bastard is targeting me?

"But it's no use hiding underground! If the enemy can really find you, it won't matter how deep you dig."

The spirit of the weapon sighed helplessly.

This is a completely crushing posture, there is no point in hiding.

"I suggest you try your best to send pills. Trust me, with the speed at which we become stronger, we will be able to shave that dead man's face into that of an ordinary person sooner or later."

The spirit of the weapon waved its hands to encourage itself, saying words that even it felt guilty about.

Send pills, what the hell, only one pill in three days.

Han Yu missed the days when he was tortured to death by Pingzi.

Although he was extremely miserable and was chased everywhere, at least he was making progress at an astonishing speed.

Now I have to take one pill every three days, it’s so annoying.

This one was just produced yesterday, and even if you send it out, you still have to wait for two more days.

Youzhou Prefecture, the most remote area in the southern border.

Since ancient times, the land has been vast, sparsely populated and the resources are poor. There are mountains and valleys everywhere, and at a glance, there are only mountains.

Not to mention that there are foreign monks setting foot here, even the trade routes for mortals are very rare.

When Han Yu arrived at Youzhou City, he looked at the row of broken bricks and tiles on the wall. If he had not seen the three words "Youzhou City" with his own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that there could be such a poor city.

Of course, if this was not the address written on the list of Tianji Tower, he would not believe that such a place could produce a lucky cultivator.

"It really does."

When standing at the city gate, the spirit of the weapon became restless.

Han Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which proved that the list of Tianji Tower was indeed accurate.

If you find this one, you can get the other nine if nothing goes wrong.

I walked all the way into the city, only to find that it was unusually deserted.

The dazzling array of shops that can be found everywhere in other cities are not found here at all.

There was nothing else along the street except a few shops selling grain and rice.

There are quite a lot of stalls selling all kinds of animal skins on the street, as well as butcher shops, and all kinds of animals can be seen on sale in the city.

Han Yu went to the garrison as usual. There might be news from the Mo family and the Tianji Tower at any time. If he didn't leave any trace, the Supervisory Office would be at a loss.

But the Inspectorate was not blind, he was the first to be blinded.

It was outrageous that he couldn't find the tutelary fort after walking around for a long time.

"Isn't this place so poor that it doesn't even have a tutelary fort?"

It's not impossible in theory. What's the point of a monk coming to such a remote place?

No need to eat.

No need to play.

Not lively.

These three things alone can resist 90% of the street-dwelling monks.

Probably only those monks who really want to gain experience in the secular world and are willing to endure hardships would want to come here.

After searching for a while, Han Yu finally had to find someone to ask.

"Is there a tutelary fort?"

Han Yu had a strange look on his face. What was strange was not the existence of the garrison, but the location of the garrison.

A moment later, Han Yu appeared at the city gate again. He looked up at the sign of a grain and rice shop and walked in after confirming that it was correct.

A servant came over quickly, but after making eye contact with Han Yu, he turned and ran away. What was going on?
Han Yu was completely confused and could faintly hear the servant's shouting.

"Boss, the guy you hate so much is here."

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a black monk's robe walked out from the backyard of the shop. As soon as he looked up, he met Han Yu.

Uh!
Han Yu himself was stunned.

Old Ye!

……

"You weren't banished here because of my elixir, were you?"

Damn, I keep running into familiar faces lately.

Han Yu never thought that Ye Zhiqiu, the former garrison commander of Yujin Prefecture, would be transferred here.

Could it be that it was because of a pill that made half of the people in the city only know how to laugh and not cry?
Ye Zhiqiu had a complicated expression and felt a toothache. If Han Yu was as powerful as he was that day, he would have to have him thrown out of the city.

He rolled his eyes at Han Yu and said helplessly, "I was transferred here just these two days. Who knew I would be so unlucky to run into you."

These two days? Then it couldn't be because of me.

But Han Yu still felt a little strange. "You are a garrison commander, but you turned the garrison into a grain store. The cannons will kill you if they know it."

"I'm from the Supervisory Department. Besides, this is the court's policy. Southern Xinjiang is poor and lacks rice. Many merchants are unwilling to go here, so the court can only supply rice to Southern Xinjiang itself."

Speaking of this, Ye Zhiqiu was also helpless. In order to save trouble, the fifth floor simply let the local guards take care of this matter.

The garrison had become a grain store. Not only did Han Yu find it outrageous, he also felt the same way when he first arrived.

"But it's a good thing that benefits the people, so let's just leave it at that!"

Ye Zhiqiu, on the other hand, had let it go and said indifferently.

After saying that, he looked at Han Yu with a wary face. He had experienced this guy's ability to cause trouble from the very beginning, not to mention the subsequent legends.

You know, even on the day he left, the portrait of Han Yu at the gate of Yujing City had not been taken down.

"Although you are much stronger than me now, please don't cause trouble!"

"I won't cause any trouble. I'll just give you a pill and leave."

Han Yu did not hide his purpose and spoke with a smile. After he finished speaking, his eyebrows moved suddenly and he quickly turned around and waved.

"We'll catch up later."

After saying that, he immediately disappeared from the spot.

……

Is there something wrong with the spirit of the weapon?
Just when Han Yu was still joking, the sensation of the lucky cultivator in the city suddenly disappeared.

Han Yu believed in the ability of the weapon spirit in this regard. Since it said that the other party suddenly disappeared, it must have really lost its sense of the weapon.

After coming out of the rice shop, he immediately rushed towards the location where the monk was last sensed.

But when he arrived at the place, he was dumbfounded by the empty space all around.

This is just an empty space.

Is it possible that the other party can disappear here?

……

At the city gate, a young man in green monk's robe pulled the animal skin on his body and walked quickly past the rice shop.

The cloak made of various animal skins on his body was extremely strange, but no one noticed his existence.

After walking out of the city, the young man took off his hood, revealing a clear face.

After reaching a deserted place, the young man flew up on his sword, leaped into the sky and flew away.

After climbing over mountains and crossing rivers, the young man finally stepped on his sword and rushed into the depths of a dense forest.

This place is right in the col area. After pushing aside the waist-high weeds, walk straight ahead.

A narrow crack appeared on the mountain wall, like a scar.

After the young man stopped here, he slowly took off his cloak, folded it and threw it in. Then he took off the small bag on his back and compared it with the narrow gap. He could barely fit it in.

After throwing all the foreign objects in, the young man tried to shrink his body as much as possible and squeezed in through the narrow gap.

(End of this chapter)