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The old master naturally had the appearance of an old master, and Qingyang decided not to ride the horse anymore. After all, he could cultivate while sitting in the carriage.

As he stepped into the carriage, Qingyang was shocked to find that although the carriage looked normal, the interior was extremely comfortable with cushions. There was a fruit snack and a pot of wine on the tea table, and there was a pile of bedding in the corner.

"It's really not bad. It's no different from a bedroom." With a soft sigh, Qingyang also inwardly admired Dongfang Bo's meticulousness. He had even given such instructions.

"Ming, you come in as well and train inside the carriage." Azure Sun pulled open the curtain and said softly to Qing Yangming, who was riding on his horse.

After a moment of contemplation, the cultivation maniac Qing Yangming did not put on any airs. With a light grunt, he handed the horse to the others and sat down with Qingyang to cultivate. He was also not willing to waste any time on cultivation.

The caravan's route was fixed, and the number of people travelling and where they would rest were all planned. Generally, they would spend the night in a small town or a county palace, and it would be safer, but there would inevitably be long journeys through the wilderness. After all, the distance between each town was more than enough for one day.

Even after travelling for more than ten days, there were no problems. After all, there were more than a hundred guards, and most bandits did not dare to face a caravan with so many guards.

After more than ten days of training, Qingyang and Qing Yangming spent most of their time in the carriage cultivating before leaving only after occasionally eating. Although the two of them did not need to eat, they could not display it too clearly, not to mention that Qingyang could not resist Fang Cheng and the others as they wanted to drink together, so they drank and chatted with each other every day.

In the past few days, even though Fang Cheng and the rest did not know what the Qingyang duo were doing in the carriage, they had never asked about it.

"Brother Tai Yi, today we will take a rest at the town of An Chang up ahead. When that time comes, we brothers will have a good drink together." Fang Cheng rode alongside Qingyang and said with a smile, "That's only natural. Oh right, Brother Fang, how far is this An Chang Town from the Northern Tang Dynasty?" Qingyang also laughed brightly before asking.

"We will arrive at the Black Tortoise Mountain Pass in about two days. After that, we will reach the boundary of the Northern Tang Dynasty." After pondering for a moment, Fang Cheng replied with a smile.

"How long will it take for us to reach Beitang City?" Qingyang frowned and softly inquired. He was also secretly calculating the day.

"If the weather is better, we'll be there in less than a month." Fang Cheng was also extremely patient as he explained to Qingyang, "If I meet an unlucky day, I'm afraid I'll have to wait a bit longer."

Qingyang was also secretly alarmed. If an ordinary person were to make a trip here, they would have to travel back and forth for more than half a year, and perhaps even meet a bandit. If they lost their money, that would be a huge loss.

It was Fang Chen who had chatted quite a bit. Naturally, it was not a topic of much importance. It was nothing more than the local customs and traditions of Beitang, a specialty of scenery.

When the sun set, the caravan finally arrived at Anchang Town. Looking at this small town, Qingyang suddenly thought of the town where he and his great-grandfather, Qingyang Mu, had met the people from the Dongfang family three years ago.

"You can drive the carriage to the inn and leave some guards behind. Everyone else is happy, but we will gather here tomorrow morning!" If it was too late! The caravan won't wait! " Fang Cheng turned his head and caught a glimpse of Qingyang staring in a daze after he gave the command in a loud and clear voice.

"Brother Tai Yi, what are you thinking about? "Let's go, let's drink." Seeing that Qingyang's eyes were a little dazed, Fang Cheng laughed loudly and called out, "Today, us bros will not leave until we're drunk."

He turned his head to look at the group of laughing men, as if they were satisfied with the wine. Today's trip was safe, who knew if there would be bandits that would take their lives tomorrow?

Letting out a sigh, Qingyang put away his mixed emotions and also brought Qing Yangming and the others with him as he walked towards a small restaurant not too far away.

"Shopkeeper, go ahead and drink the good wine and meat!" Stepping into the restaurant, Fang Cheng called out to the manager loudly.

After they found a table and sat down, a waiter by the side poured tea into it. The few of them began chatting and blabbering nonstop, and Qingyang occasionally responded, but Qingyang Ming did not say a single word. It was unknown what he was thinking.

After spending a lot of time together, everyone understood a bit about this short but quiet guard. They didn't drink alcohol when they ate together, but they didn't force anyone.

"Hey, have you heard? "The bandits near the Black Turtle Pass have been causing quite a ruckus recently!" Although Qingyang replied from time to time, the words from the table beside him immediately attracted his attention.

"Even the members of Fortune Trading Company were robbed. Tsk, tsk. Usually, the people from a small caravan would be killed cleanly after they were robbed. How tragic." Another person whispered.

"You guys don't know shit. Hmph, I say this is not an ordinary bandit. Have you ever seen a bandit dare to rob a member of the Fuan Chamber of Commerce?" If I had to say it, hmph, this might even be done by the remnants of the First Prince, Nannan Junlong! "

"Don't want to die!" Lower your voice! Eating and eating, what the hell does that have to do with us? It's not something that the government is in a rush to do. "

The table of people began to eat and drink again, no longer bringing up the matter. However, the one who spoke was careless and the one who heard it would have an ulterior motive. Qingyang was naturally very sensitive towards the words "South Rongjun Junlong".

"The remnant of the South Dragon?" With a slight raise of his brow, Qingyang was overjoyed and also curious.

After all, this Nan Rong Long was a mortal enemy to the current Emperor of the Southern Rong Country, Nan Rong and Yan Long. He was even more hostile than Beitang. To Qing Yang, this kind of person was someone he could take advantage of.

"Did you hear that? That person at the table said that the bandits near the Black Tortoise Pass have been causing a huge ruckus. We have to be careful. " A person beside Fang Cheng said softly.

"Nothing happened to us over here a month ago. Where did the bandits come from?" On the other hand, Fang Cheng looked down on the words of the bandit.

"I don't think so. No matter how much work it takes, it can't be arranged to this extent. I'll still go out and ask around." Qingyang had already formed a plan in his heart. With a soft voice, he brought the two of them out of the restaurant.

He had originally planned to rely on the Dongfang family's forces to scout around for a year or so before he managed to uncover the location of Nanyun Junlong. However, he unexpectedly obtained this information, which made Qingyang secretly rejoice.

By making use of the hatred and familiarity of the Nan Rong Yanlong family, he could indeed become a great supporter of Qingyang. But could it really go so smoothly?

"I should first find some commoners to inquire about this matter. If it really is the South Rongjun Junlong, hmph, the Heavens are truly on my side." With a cold snort, Qingyang found a direction and also quickly walked towards a place with many people.