In a study room in the backyard of the Wohufu Mansion, a man with more than ten was sitting at the table with a little lazy look, with a little impatient look in his eyes.

This man's skin is slightly dark, and he looks no different from ordinary people at a glance. Only by looking carefully can he find that his face is strange, his eyes are narrow and his nose is narrow and long, giving people an indescribable oppressive aura.

This person is Han Dewang. His father, Gao Laoda, was the son-in-law of the Han family, so he followed his motherhood since he was a child. Later, he was raised in the army and was traced back to the origin of the great wise men and good teachers. He changed his name to Gao Zuogui to establish the orthodox ancestral tomb.

But for those who have followed him since childhood, they are usually called Boss Han.

At this moment, there was an old man wearing a Confucian long gown standing next to Han Dewang. The man held a stack of official documents and was slowly reciting.

"I said to Mr. Zhao, you can just do these small things that are pacified by yourself, and you don't have to ask me for instructions. I still have something to do, so I have to go to the military camp..." After saying that, he got up and left straight, ignoring the old man at all.

"Oh..." After the other party led the guards out the door, the old man sighed helplessly. It was indeed his own desire that such a person could not be helped.

This person's name is Zhao Jin, who is a rural scholar who failed many times. He has limited talent and learning luck. However, he does not know it himself, but he often feels that he is not satisfied with his talent.

When Han Dewang started his army, he somehow met the old man and asked him to come out to help.

The old man also consciously met a wise master, and he planned everything carefully and made suggestions every few days, asking him to imitate his predecessors, posting articles on recruiting talents, making three rules, etc. Unfortunately, he often mentioned it and didn't mention it. Han Dewang didn't listen to him at all, but just asked him to deal with some trivial matters every day.

After leaving the government office, Han Dewang stepped onto a tall horse and led the twenty or thirty guards straight to the military camp.

Two teams of guards stood at the gate of the camp. When they heard the sound of horse hooves, they turned their heads and looked. When they saw that it was the Grand Marshal, they hurriedly opened the gate of the camp, knelt on the ground and shouted, "Welcome to the Grand Marshal!!"

"Okay, okay" Han Dewang said two good words, but did not stop off the horse and rushed into the camp directly with a whip.

At this moment, the two guards were practicing competition in the military camp. Several officers in armor stood on the platform to watch. One of the strong men with bearded faces shouted: "Brothers, work harder, which guard wins, and there will be good wine and meat to entertain, so please be full!"

"Thank you, Du Shuai." Many soldiers immediately shouted and responded.

The strong man was about to continue speaking when he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him, so he quickly turned his head to look, and then shouted: "Stop, the general is here, welcome the general!"

After saying that, he led several officers behind him to quickly rush off the platform and shouted again: "Welcome to the Commander."

After receiving the order, the soldiers of the two guards stopped in a hurry, knelt on the ground in a mess and shouted: "Welcome to the general!"

"Okay, okay, please get up." Han Dewang turned over and dismounted and handed the reins to the guards. Then he walked forward with a smile and helped up the subordinates kneeling on the ground one by one: "Brother, why should I do this? Third brother, how are the soldiers practicing?"

"Brother, as you told me, my brothers and I have not been idle these days and have been practicing all day long. Now, we will face the officers and soldiers and guarantee that we will not get diarrhea. If you don't believe me, you can go on stage to see it."

"Haha, the third brother is doing things, why can't the eldest brother be relieved?" Han Dewang said as he climbed up to the platform, stood in front, and glanced past.

Although Han Dewang started his career by relying on the Venerable, he knew that the Venerable would be able to fight a refugee. These people are burdens in their families and are good at fighting with the wind.

When fighting with officers and soldiers, it is still necessary to rely on the elite soldiers trained.

There are only a thousand soldiers from the two guards below, and they are elite soldiers he selected from the more than 100,000 refugees. They are well-fed and delicious every day to make a role at critical moments.

Now that the order was called, more than a thousand soldiers immediately remained silent, and they did have a strong momentum of enforcing orders.

Han Dewang was always tired of literary affairs, but he was very interested in the way of war. At this moment, he stood on the platform with his eyes slightly glaring, and naturally felt a murderous aura, which was faintly integrated with the luck of more than a thousand soldiers below.

Just after taking a look, Han Dewang suddenly felt stunned, his whole body was warm, and his whole body seemed to be much more awake. Looking at the soldiers below, there was a spear like a forest, the military flag was fierce, and the strong killing aura came to his face, which made him feel a little more passion and confidence.

"Okay, the third brother really lives up to the entrusted by the commander. With such elite soldiers, I will surely let Tang Zhengming come and go in a while!"

But when Han Dewang felt that he had something strange, he was stimulating the dragon energy in the foreign land.

After reviewing the army, Han Dewang had dinner in the camp.

It was dark before he led the guards back to the government office.

As soon as he was at the door, a servant reported that the great wise and good mentor was waiting in the mansion.

Upon hearing this news, Han Dewang did not dare to neglect and quickly walked to the backyard.

After entering the yard, he saw two Taoist priests standing in the pavilion. He hurriedly stepped forward and saluted to the Taoist priest holding the dust: "Disciple Han Dewang has seen a great wise teacher."

"The Grand Marshal is back." The Taoist nodded, and did not respect him. He just asked, "Just just now, I heard from the servants in the mansion that the Grand Marshal went to the military camp to review the soldiers, how about it?"

When Han Dewang entered the door, Puzhi had already used his spiritual sense to investigate quietly. Ran Ran was amazed in his heart. The dragon energy was indeed mysterious. It had only been stimulated for several hours, and this scene had already occurred.

Previously, Han Dewang was surrounded by officers and soldiers and was defeated one after another. The dragon energy had become a decay, and there was not much left. Now, looking at it again, there were layers of clouds above his head, and the mist was rising. There were even light purple dragon energy appearing, with ferocious demeanor. He looked vigorous and vigorous, and a sign of prosperity.

If it weren't for knowing the foundation of this person, Puzhi would almost think that there was a real hidden dragon in front of him.

"Don't worry, great wise mentors. The disciples have trained more than a thousand elite soldiers now. If they fight against the officers and soldiers later, they will definitely win!" Han Dewang said loudly.

As he spoke, the clouds flowed slightly, attached to the words, which made people unable to help but believe.

"Huh...what the hell is going on?" Chang Jin suddenly stopped next to an official road, looked inwardly at the projection of the gray air in Nizhan Palace.

"Yunsheng?" Bai Susu asked softly when she saw her husband stop.

"There has been a change from the evil god in the foreign land, and he cannot sense... being blinded by the secrets of heaven."

In the past two days, Chang Jin has figured out the means of hiding the evil gods in this world. To put it bluntly, it is very simple. Just seize the imperial talisman from this world.

The talisman is a certificate of the human recognition of the gods. If this object is covered, as long as the true text of the foreign laws is not leaked too much, it can be hidden.

However, although this method is hidden, there is still a trace, just like the projection of the evil god he had captured before.

With this projection, Chang Jin can use the connection between the two to easily find the hidden position of the ancestral temple of the evil gods in the foreign land. But just now, he suddenly felt blurred and could not sense anything.

"Blind the secrets of heaven, this evil god comes from a foreign land. How can he blind the secrets of heaven in this world?" Bai Susu also frowned slightly.

The method of blinding the secrets of heaven can be used when entering the realm of true immortals, but it can only be covered for a moment. A little exploration can be used to break it. If you really want to blind the secrets of heaven for a long time, you must use the help of a master's special treasure.

Even so, once you are sensed by humanity, you will be punished by God.

The evil god comes from a foreign land and is not recognized by the humanity of this world. How could he deceive the secrets of heaven?

"I don't know that the evil god's methods are strange and cannot be judged by common sense. As expected, most of the monks will help him." Chang Jin replied after thinking for a moment.

"Then what should we do now?" I couldn't find the location of the evil gods in the foreign land, let alone build it down the altar.

There is a stupid method, which is to explore temples one by one like Shangxuanmen. However, this method does not have a clear target, which is too time-consuming. In addition, in order not to attract attention from the ancestral courtyard, the evil god may choose a remote place to be the ancestral courtyard. It is easy to miss the target in the investigation.

The most feared thing is the third possibility. Just like Chang Jin encountered on Qiongshan Island in Bishahai, the evil god in the foreign land only used his clone to absorb the incense and thought power. His body was not in this world, but in the underworld.

Since this, I was busy all the time and I was still fetching water from a bamboo basket.

"For the sake of our plan, we can only go to Han Dewang to check it out. Since this foreign evil god is closely connected with the pseudo-dragon, I believe that some clues can be found from him."

"Okay," Bai Susu nodded and agreed.

The place where the evil god's ancestral temple was not found for a while, and Chang and Jin were no longer in a hurry to rush on the road. They were still dressed in scholars and walked slowly along the official road.

But along the way, Chang Jin's brows became deeper and deeper.

It is early spring, and the wheat seedlings in the fields are sparse and almost all covered with wild vegetables. Although Chang Jin has never done farm work, he has also paid attention to this since he took office as the City God of Wanshan Prefecture and knew that it is a good time to weed and fertilize.

But the fields were empty and no farmer was busy.

The villages along the way were full of ruins and walls, nine out of ten rooms were empty, and occasionally I saw a few old women and young children, all of whom were covered in delicacies. Obviously, the war brought by Han Dewang also affected this area.

I stopped and stopped all the way, except for a few bandits who were blinded, there were no other accidents.

During this period, Chang Jin also used his spiritual sense several times to explore nearby temples. As previously thought, the gods under the Cold Tiger Mansion mostly bowed to the evil gods in other places and worshiped incense and thoughts.

Three days later, the two of them rushed outside the Wohu Mansion City.

Standing a few miles away, the two of them could see the scene at the city gate. There were several guards guarding them, and they were very strict in checking the people entering and leaving the city gate. It seemed that they were afraid that the officials and soldiers would get involved.

Chang Jin did not rush to enter the city, but focused his attention on the city. The land of Wohufu City governed the five counties. It was originally a prosperous city, but it was ravaged by refugees. Now the evil spirits above the city are everywhere, accounting for 50%.

It is said that such a city should have collapsed order long ago, but there is a red green airflow on it and a purple python appears in it, pressing down the evil spirits.

Chang Jin is not unfamiliar with this aura, it turns out that it is suppressed by dragon energy.
Chapter completed!