Chapter 315 It's him, it's him, it's him

Ziyangfu, Xiyangyang hotpot restaurant.

Not long ago, the Qianlong Ranking was released again. Two geniuses from a prefecture-level sect caused a sensation in the entire Ziyang Mansion and became the talk of the town after dinner.

"Have you heard? Our Qingyuan Sect of Ziyang Mansion has two graduates..."

"As you said, who in Ziyang Mansion doesn't know about Wang Wife Fighting Soul and Han Fairy?"

"Among the many Qianlong Tianjiao who have been counted recently, who can be more popular than these two."

"Tsk, tsk, the third level is to kill demons in the southern border and escape without a trace. What an unparalleled romance. No, let's talk about this wine."

"Stuttering girl, serve the wine!"

Listen to the guests talking.

The waiter, who was wearing an ill-fitting baggy shirt and blindfolded with a piece of cloth, ran over with a drink and a stack of peanuts.

"Stuttering girl, we also want wine, why don't you give us peanuts?" A guest at the table asked curiously.

"You...you just said...Li Shaoxia...that nickname is not nice to hear."

Jiang Chulong whispered while holding the tray in his arms.

Only those who say good things about Brother Li will get peanuts.

The guest was a little unhappy at being treated differently. His companions quickly pressed him down and asked him to look at the second floor. There was a woman in palace attire sitting there with a golden sword. She squinted at the mouth of the wine gourd in her palm and poured After taking it twice, there was not a drop left inside, and the flowery face suddenly felt a little unhappy.

The guest shuddered and quickly sat down, just like a good baby on the first day of private school.

"Sister Shang, wine."

"Why is my precious apprentice still in southern Xinjiang and not coming back?"

Shang Wu sighed, took the wine from Jiang Chulong, and smacked it in her mouth. She had been teased by her precious apprentice for a long time, and she couldn't even eat the green radish.

"I...I also...miss Brother Li."

Jiang Chulong pursed her lips. She glanced at the box. Aunt Mei and the elders of the Qingyuan Sect were inside, and asked softly:

"Sister Shang, has...Brother Li...come back from sending a message?"

Shang Wu shook her head, not denying it, she just didn't know.

So Jiang Chulong secretly came to the door and listened.

It was Aunt Mei’s voice:

"Those two little guys in Southern Xinjiang may not be as simple as being in the limelight. Several of them know it well. Now that there is no Xuankong Temple to suppress them in Southern Xinjiang, chaos will probably break out."

Qian Bufan, Xue Jing, Han He and other peak masters and elders all frowned and remained silent.

Every elder who is in charge of a peak knows something about the core secrets of the Qingyuan Sect. Their sect is originally the guardian of the imperial tomb.

Behind the disaster beast are the remnants of the Great Shang.

"Why haven't Li Mo and Ying Bing come back yet?" Qian Bufan thought.

"Tell me, is there a possibility?"

When Xue Jing thought of the child's character, he couldn't help but say:

"He wants to help Nanjiang defend the city?"

As soon as this was said, there was some silence in the box.

The only sounds left were the gurgle of hot pot and the sound of Qian Bufan's mouth chirping when he was thinking.

This may be the most reliable one.

"Everyone, make plans early. After all, the imperial court has given up on Nanguan. Some things are just a matter of time. I also plan to leave with Chulong..."

Before Mei Yun finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Jiang Chulong stood there timidly.

There was weakness on her little face, and there was a touch of tenacity in her timidity, like little white flowers emerging from the slate.

"Aunt Mei...Chorong...Chorong, don't leave."

Mei Yun was startled for a moment. She had never seen Jiang Chulong's expression before, and then her expression darkened:

"Can't it fit here? We can find another place and open one exactly the same."

"It's different...this...is the home given to me by Brother Li..."

Jiang Chulong's face turned slightly pale, and his tone trembled slightly.

She doesn't know the general trend of the world or what's happening in southern Xinjiang.

She will wait here for Brother Li to come back.

At this time, Zuo Qiuyang, a former Xiaoyulou killer, hurried in with a list:

"Something big, something big happened!"

"What's the big deal?"

"All the beef and mutton in Fucheng have been bought up by one person. Not even a kilogram is left. How can we do business? Is this malicious competition from other hot pot restaurants?"

"roll!"

"???"

.........

Yunzhou.

Nowadays, the entire Hengtong Trading Company is very busy, and the clerks are like dense ants, constantly coming in and out of the warehouse.

"Not enough manpower? How can we feed you?"

"If it's not enough, go to the dock and find temporary workers. They'll charge double...no, triple the price."

Sun Gui had put on some fat, and the dignified shopkeeper was jumping up and down here in person.

joke.

This order was given by the God of Wealth. If it were successful, he might not have a branch in Yunzhou, and he would be transferred to the Dijing head office soon.

"Mother, what on earth does Mr. Li want to do?"

"This much food is enough to recruit troops and give a shout-out..."

Sun Gui wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

"How's it going?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind. Sun Gui turned around and saw Li Mo standing at the entrance of the warehouse, holding a bottle of Sanguang Baoye in his hand, which was a rare treasure that replenished the mind and soul.

Li Shaoxia was a couple, and Sun Gui's liver trembled when he saw them.

Drinking like this, how can one's mind and soul in the state of contemplation of gods be able to hold on?

And when did he arrive? He couldn't even detect what kind of tactics he was using in his grand interior...

He had never heard of the means that came from Southern Xinjiang in a moment.

"The first batch is almost ready, meat, food, kerosene..."

Sun Gui took out the list and handed it over, and asked:

"Young Master Li, don't blame me for being nosy. The price of grain in Yunzhou City has increased by 20%. If it doesn't affect the local people's livelihood, the next batch will have to be transferred from other places. I don't know how much more it will cost."

"Let's transfer it."

Li Mo nodded and used the world seeds to pack the supplies in the warehouses one by one.

Sun Gui was shocked again.

He had never heard of such a large Sumeru object.

Yunzhou's richest man was limited by poverty again.

.....

Southern Xinjiang, Qingmu City.

The whole city has now entered a state of preparation for war, and there is a lot of panic.

There are already flying disaster beasts of alien races acting as scouts, wandering around Qingmu City with a covetous look.

The three armies move before the food and grass. Now the granary of Qingmu Camp is naturally the most heavily guarded place.

Now guarding this place are Qu Sheng's personal soldiers.

The fire flickered, and the Qingmu commander stood in front of the granary with his hands behind his back.

The cold wind blew into the empty granary behind him, making a whistling sound.

"Young Master Li said that he wanted to fill the granary of Qingmu Camp?"

"He said so, and then he left."

Huang Donglai nodded not far away from him.

"....."

Qu Sheng frowned, with a complicated expression.

Reason told him that this was not a realistic thing.

First of all, 80,000 people consume at least hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food and grass every day. How terrifying and exaggerated is the consumption of food in a war? Even the imperial court has to think carefully, fearing that it will hurt the bones.

Not to mention whether it can be provided.

Even if it is raised, how can it be delivered in time?

It sounds like a fantasy that one person has to travel thousands of miles to supply food and grass to the army in a short period of time.

If it wasn't Li Mo who said this, he would not have mobilized a large army to wait here.

Time passed.

Qu Sheng gradually wondered if Li Shaoxia had already decided to leave, but he couldn't let go of his face before leaving, so he made some beautiful and bold words?

In his understanding, the young hero was not such a person, but people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, let alone life and death.......

Suddenly.

Qu Sheng was stunned.

The desolate sound of the wind stopped at some point, as if it was blocked by something.

He turned his head.

It seemed that there was a taller figure of a young man. He casually drew a stroke, and I don't know what kind of Sumeru opened the space.

It can be vaguely seen that there are mountains of supplies in it.

"Sorry for the wait, Commander Qu."

It's him, it's him, and it's him.

"...... Are you really... back?"

Qu Sheng looked dazed, and realized it later.

Yes.