Chapter 315

Ziyang Mansion, Xiyangyang Hotpot Restaurant.

Not long ago, the Hidden Dragon Ranking was released again. Two geniuses from a prefecture-level sect caused a sensation in the entire Ziyang Mansion and became the topic of conversation in the streets and alleys.

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

"What are you talking about? Who in Ziyang Mansion doesn't know Wangqi Douhun and Han Fairy?"

"Among the recent Hidden Dragon geniuses, who can be more popular than these two?"

"Tsk tsk, the third realm killed demons and monsters in the southern border and escaped unscathed. How romantic and peerless. No, this has to be said about the wine."

"Stuttering girl, serve the wine!"

Listening to the guests' talk.

The 'waiter', wearing ill-fitting loose clothes and a cloth blindfold, ran over with wine and a stack of peanuts.

"Stuttering girl, we ordered wine, why don't you give us peanuts?" A table of guests asked curiously.

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

Jiang Chulong whispered while holding a tray in her arms.

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

The guest was treated differently and was a little unhappy. The people who were with him quickly pressed him down and asked him to look at the second floor. There was a woman in palace dress sitting there, squinting at the mouth of the wine gourd in her hand. She poured it twice, and there was not a drop left in it. Suddenly, her beautiful face was a little unhappy.

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

"Sister Shang, wine."

"Why is my beloved disciple still in Southern Xinjiang?"

Shang Wu sighed, took the wine from Jiang Chulong, and smacked her lips. She had been spoiled by her beloved disciple, and even this Qingluo Shao was a little unpalatable.

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

Jiang Chulong pursed her lips, glanced at the box, where Aunt Mei and the elders of Qingyuan Sect were, and whispered:

"Sister Shang, is it... Brother Li... coming back with a message?"

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

So Jiang Chulong secretly leaned to the door and listened.

It was Aunt Mei's voice:

"Those two little guys in Southern Xinjiang are probably not just a simple matter of being in the limelight. You all know that now that Southern Xinjiang is without the suppression of the Hanging Temple, chaos is likely to break out."

Qian Bufan, Xue Jing, Han He and other peak masters and elders all frowned and said nothing.

Every elder who is in charge of a peak knows the secrets of the core of Qingyuan Sect. Their sect was originally the guardian of the imperial mausoleum and thrived.

And behind the disaster beast is the remnant of the Shang Dynasty.

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

"Do you think there is a possibility?"

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

"Does he want to help defend the city in Nanjiang?"

After this, there was some silence in the box.

Only the gurgling sound of the hot pot and the sound of Qian Bufan's lips when thinking were left.

This possibility is really the most reliable one.

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

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

There was weakness on her little face, and a touch of tenacity in her timidity, like a little white flower drilling out of a stone slab.

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

Mei Yun was stunned. She had never seen Jiang Chulong look like this before, so she frowned:

"Can't let go of this place? We can find another place and open an identical one."

"It's different... This place... is the home that Brother Li gave me..."

Jiang Chulong's face turned slightly pale, and her voice trembled slightly.

She didn't know the general situation in the world, nor did she know what happened in southern Xinjiang.

She wanted to wait for Brother Li to come back here.

At this time, Zuo Qiuyang, a former assassin of Xiyu Tower, came in hurriedly with a list:

"Big thing, big thing!"

"What big thing?"

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

"Get lost!"

"???"

.........

Yunzhou.

Now the entire Hengtong Trading Company is busy, and the guys are like densely packed ants, constantly going in and out of the warehouse.

"Not enough manpower? Why do we keep you?"

"If not enough, go to the dock to find temporary workers, and offer double... no, triple the price."

Sun Gui shook off his fat body, the big shopkeeper, jumping up and down here in person.

Just kidding.

This order was given by the God of Wealth. IfIf it works, he may not be in the branch in Yunzhou anymore, and he will be transferred to the head office in Dijing soon.

"Damn it, what on earth is Li Shaoxia trying to do?"

"With so much food, it's enough to recruit soldiers and raise our arms..."

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

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. Sun Gui turned around and saw Li Mo standing at the entrance of the warehouse with a bottle of Sanguang Baoye in his hand, which was a rare treasure for replenishing the soul.

Li Shaoxia took two gulps of it, which made Sun Gui's liver tremble.

How could the soul of the God-viewing Realm hold up after drinking like this?

And when did he arrive? He, a great inner scene, couldn't even detect what kind of means it was...

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 then 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.

Such a large Sumeru object, he had never heard of it.

Yunzhou's richest man was limited by poverty again.

.....

South Xinjiang, Qingmu City.

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

There are already flying disaster beasts of alien races, acting as scouts, hovering around Qingmu City.

The three armies have not moved before the food and grass, and now the granary of Qingmu Camp is naturally the most heavily guarded place.

Now, the guards here 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 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 amount of food consumed in a war? Even the imperial court had to think carefully, fearing that it would hurt their bones.

Not to mention whether it can be supplied.

Even if it is raised, how to deliver it 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 wouldn't have come here with so many troops to wait.

Time passed.

Qu Sheng gradually wondered, could it be that 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 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 was vaguely visible that there were piles of supplies in it.

"Sorry for the wait, Commander Qu."

It was him, it was him, and it was him.

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

Qu Sheng looked dazed, and realized it later.

Yes.