Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

call out!

On the outskirts of Yanjing, several figures swiftly swept across the sky, leaving faint trails in the wind. Judging from their direction, they were clearly heading into the city.

"Yu Yuan, Jiang Yueming's kneeling just now was so damn satisfying," Zhao Hao, still in flight, reminisced about the scene and said with a contemptuous smile.

Jiang Yueming, a lowly scoundrel, should kneel before them, bow down, and submit to them!

He can only blame himself for not being born into a good family in his past life; he'll always be a lowly wretch in this one!

"snort"

Compared to Zhao Hao's joke, Huang Yuyuan seemed much calmer, only coldly scoffing: "Jiang Yueming, we have a long future ahead of us. Yanjing will be a good place for you."

"Master is wise," Li Jianwen immediately flattered as soon as he finished speaking.

His flattery was not mere bootlicking, but a genuine expression of respect for Huang Yuyuan.

According to information from the Nine Star Palace, Jiang Yueming's departure from the Jiang family was to join the Taoism of the Holy Dragon Empire.

As for why he joined Taoism, it is currently unknown, but Taoism is within the jurisdiction of Yanjing City.

Whether or not he ultimately joins Taoism, as long as he sets foot in Yanjing City, there will be plenty of opportunities to get rid of him.

Moreover, his money was a ticking time bomb. Even if he took all their money, he would still have to spend it in Yanjing City.

When he comes to Yanjing to spend money, he will know what it means to have money but not things!

"That's right, Yanjing is our territory!"

Zhao Hao slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "Hehe! Even if Jiang Yueming takes our money, it won't do him any good. I'll manipulate things a bit and get all the merchants in the Holy Dragon Empire to shut him down."

"Let's see how he survives in Yanjing!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuyuan's lips curved into a smile, and he said calmly, "It's rare for you to have such an enlightenment, but for both of us right now, the Six Sects Tournament is more important."

The Six Sects Tournament is a competition specially organized by the six major sects of the Holy Dragon Empire to select disciples for entry into the sect. Jiang Yueming cannot avoid this competition if he wants to join the Taoist sect.

Then they can have a good humiliation of this ignorant and arrogant low-level crawler in the competition!

Of course, Huang Yuyuan was well aware that every time he mocked Jiang Yueming, his image in Ye Mo's mind would become more and more disgusting.

But he wanted to keep attacking Ye Mo's defenses, because he enjoyed the process of conquering her from resistance to helplessness and numbness, and finally to active submission.

Just as Jiang Yueming sensed, Huang Yuyuan's mind was never on him, but on Ye Wei!

Huang Yuyuan had noticed Ye Mo counting coins before, and given that she agreed to work as a dancer twice, it showed that she knew how to enjoy life better than Jiang Yueming!

For a few taels of silver, Ye Mo would be absolutely willing to jump into the trap he had prepared long ago, because the bitterness and hardship of life is something that not everyone can accept.

Jiang Yueming seemed completely unaware of this.

Ha, how utterly foolish!

……

As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, the entire earth seemed to be draped in a thin orange veil, and the lingering warmth in the air was slowly replaced by a crisp, cool breeze.

Ever since Ye Mo insisted on saving the people of Dinghai first, Jiang Yueming has been following behind her, trying to dissuade her several times to no avail.

In fact, Ye Mo was well aware of the power of the ships and cannons, and that going to Dinghai might be futile. But she insisted on going, not only for Jiang Yueming, but also for the people of Dinghai.

Admittedly, she is weak and insignificant, and even if she went to the battlefield, she might become the most inconspicuous member of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, wasting her life in vain and being useless. But whether she goes or not and whether she is useful are two different things!

Even if I could only kill one British soldier on the battlefield, it would be worth it, as it would buy time for the people to escape.

Having grown up on the frontier, she had witnessed too many families torn apart and too many wives and children separated. She could not stand idly by in the face of the current crisis in Dinghai.

As they traveled, the sky gradually darkened.

Ye Mo's beautiful eyes suddenly caught sight of a temple. Just as she was about to turn her head slightly, she paused and said softly, "Jiang Yueming, let's rest at the temple for the night and continue our journey tomorrow morning."

After saying that, she lightly strode towards the temple without waiting for the boy behind her to reply.

That indifferent tone lacked the usual warmth of discussion; instead, it carried an almost imperceptible coldness and distance.

She had been gazing at the bright moon over the river, but when she remembered that his outstretched hand had paused, she knew that his actions over the past few days had changed everything.

They crossed the line.

That's why she became so distant, perhaps so that Jiang Yueming could erase the vague concern in his heart.

Only then could he go to the battlefield without any worries, and only then could he agree to go to Dinghai.

Upon hearing Ye Mo's voice, Jiang Yueming's expression remained surprisingly calm. She followed Ye Mo step by step. Although she didn't know why Ye Mo had such a big difference in her demeanor, Jiang Yueming could accept it. However, a dull ache rose in her heart.

However, her indifference is better than the emotional breakthrough described in the simulation. If her heart still harbors such feelings, it would be Jiang Yueming's greatest pain in her past life.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ye Mo and Jiang Yueming entered the temple one after the other. As if they had agreed beforehand, neither of them spoke and remained silent.

The eerie silence in the deserted, dilapidated temple was terrifying. With darkness falling outside and only a chill seeping through the windows, cold and stillness were the only colors in the temple.

Jiang Yueming looked around and subconsciously wanted to find wood to start a fire, but Ye Mo got there first.

call out!

A red and yellow flame rose and burned inside the temple. The warmth of the flame slowly drove away the coldness inside the temple, and the entire temple became much brighter in an instant.

As Jiang Yueming's eyes gradually adjusted to the temple's light, she was startled to discover that a small iron pot was being fiercely burned by flames on a pile of matches.

Inside the small iron pot, water was boiling. Steaming white liquid gradually rose, and as you watched the bubbles rise and burst, it was clear that the water was about to boil.

Seeing this, Jiang Yueming frowned. She wanted to go up and help, but in the blink of an eye she realized that she had nothing on her and could only stand there and watch Ye Mo busy by herself.

From lighting the fire with wood, setting up the pot to boil water, to now bringing the water to a boil, Ye Mo is about to put the mushrooms and vegetables she picked along the way into the pot—all of this was done by her alone.

It's clear that she is indeed very meticulous and attentive to life. After all, Jiang Yueming found it somewhat amusing when he saw Ye Mo picking wild vegetables by the roadside.

It's funny to think about it now. He never begged on the streets again after joining the army at the age of eight, so he's become quite forgetful about the little details of life.

"Jiang... um..." Ye Mo held two milky-white stones in her hands, suddenly looked up at Jiang Yueming, and then stopped herself from speaking.

"No...it's alright now."

Actually, she originally wanted Jiang Yueming to use fire to extract the salt from the two stones so she could busy herself with the mushroom and wild vegetable soup in the pot.

But then she thought about it again. Jiang Yueming had suddenly withdrawn his outstretched hand earlier, probably to create some distance between them, and now he was keeping silent.

Why would she cause trouble and let Jiang Yueming extract the crystal salt?

Jiang Yueming noticed the ore in her hand and knew what she wanted to do. He took a step forward and said as he walked, "Give me the ore, I'll extract the crystal salt."

boom!

Almost the instant he spoke and moved, two pieces of white ore were enveloped in a ball of bright yellow flame, rose into the void, and suddenly collided and shattered, producing a huge sound. The transparent white powder, like stardust, slowly fell into the pot, mingled with the boiling water inside, and emitted a faint fragrance.

As soon as Ye Mo saw the salt being added to the pot, she picked up the wooden spoon she had prepared and stirred it slowly. Her red lips remained tightly closed, and she didn't make a sound. However, the wooden spoon trembled slightly the moment it was put into the pot.

Seeing this, Jiang Yueming's expression remained calm. She naturally stopped and turned to look at the cold night outside the door, feeling that the cold night seemed to have come earlier than usual.

Since I can't persuade her, I'll go first and use my flying magic to be much faster than her.

Those warships need to be dealt with before she reaches Dinghai, so that she can be safe...