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While galloping wildly, he thought about the affairs of the capital.

This time when he returned to the capital, there were three key things.

The first thing is to find a way to get his cheap dad out of the dungeon.

When I was in Guoshi Academy, I wondered if I could investigate the truth about my father being framed in the academy.

Unexpectedly, such a mess happened and it took so long.

But fortunately, this time he has military merits, coupled with the momentum Mu Yingjin created for him, and Lin Zhennan's support behind him, it is not too difficult to get Chu Yunfu out.

This is a critical time of war, and the king of Zhennan vowed to kill Zuoxiang first. There is no need to be sure about Zuoxiang.

The second thing is Gong Xiaochen who is closed to death.

Chu He didn't know what happened to Gong Xiaochen, but no matter what, Gong Xiaochen had to go out this time and come to Nanjun with him.

With Lin Zhennan here, and the strength of Chu He's team has seriously exceeded the standard, and there are four people missing in his team, it should not be difficult to arrange a seventh-rank Confucian scholar to come in.

The third thing is to give the Creation Pill to Zhao Shanhe.

Although Chu He's relationship with the National Scholars Academy is not good now, with Zhao Shanhe who has the Good Fortune Pill, he can recover to the strength of a peak Confucianist in a short period of time and become the number one person in the academy.

With Zhao Shanhe around, no matter how hostile the National Scholars Academy is to him, it will be impossible to take the initiative to target him in the future, the worst is not to help him.

Chu He didn't want much, as long as he could get the Tai Chi Pill Stove in the hands of the dean, nothing else mattered.

With Zhao Shanhe around, Chu He is not afraid that Dean Mu Tong will eat that Tai Chi pill furnace.

With the Tai Chi Pill Stove, and his current strength is almost the same, he should be able to wake up Yao Lao.

As for the left side, Chu He is not very worried.

First of all, with Lin Zhennan's warning first, Chu He didn't think that this powerful figure who majored in Confucianism and also studied political strategism would risk killing himself.

With the news spread by Mu Yingjin, Prime Minister Zuo probably would rather offend Lin Zhennan than easily offend a new saint of the human race.

Thinking of what Mu Yingjin said to him, Chu He felt dumbfounded.

What does it mean that the relationship between myself and the new sage of the human race is unusual, closer than the master and apprentice, so that the new sage can place himself before the human race.

Although this kind of talk can help him get rid of those dangers temporarily, it is also a disguised form to smear the new saint of the black race, and it will easily destabilize the morale of the human race army that has finally gathered.

But fortunately, the high-ranking officials and the Confucian scholars of the academy should also understand that this is not good for the human race, and will not spread this matter easily.

Mu Yingjin, Mu Yingjin, really, what can I say to you.

Chu He smiled wryly in his heart.

After half a day of galloping, about a hundred miles, Chu He estimated the time and settled in an inn along the road.

The horse under Chu He's seat was not an ordinary army horse, but a thousand-mile horse selected by Lin Zhennan himself. According to the time, within two days, he should be able to reach the capital of Dagan.

Tell the shop waiter to wash the horse's nose, while Chu He walked into the inn.

Finding a corner location, he ordered a random meal, Chu He ate while looking around.

According to the miscellaneous books, above the rivers and lakes, the places with the densest information are usually inns and other places, because people from all over the world gather here, and you can hear the latest news just by listening to their conversations.

On a table in the middle, a bearded man drank a large bowl of wine and bragged to his companions.

"Let me tell you, I heard from the caravan from Nanjun the day before yesterday that Mr. Bailong humiliated the disciples of the aristocratic family in the capital on the street, and then cut off one hand!"

When everyone heard it, they immediately became interested, and even the shopkeeper couldn't help pricking up his ears.

"Hey, why do you want to ask? Because those disciples of the aristocratic family humiliated my Nanjun out of thin air on the street! Humiliated the king of Zhennan! If you want me to say, Mr. Bailong is loyal enough. He is not from Nanjun, but he can stand up for me in Nanjun , What a joy!"

After the big man finished cursing, he drank another big bowl of wine.

When the surrounding Nanjun people heard it, they immediately agreed with him.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for a business for a long time, and I haven't been back to Nanjun for three months, but when I heard the news today, my heart is still full of enthusiasm! Come, I'll toast you a bowl!"

"Hero! Drink!"

The bearded people immediately fought together.

The rest are not from Nanjun or the capital, they all listened to a joke and laughed.

There were only a few people in white clothes with gloomy expressions, and the last one suddenly slammed the table and stood up.

Everyone was shocked by the silence, and many eyes looked at that person.

I saw the white robe said with a gloomy face.

"Hmph, what is it, Mr. Bailong, who cut off the arms of a few people just by saying a few words, what is the law of heaven! What is the law of the king!"

"It's useless that Mr. Bailong is still a literati, and if he doesn't agree with a word, what's the difference between him and the bandits on the mountain!"

Several companions around Bai Yi shouted loudly.

"Okay! If I'm here, I'll let that Chu He die in the street!"

"Hmph, no wonder everyone says that Nanjun is rude. I still don't believe it. It turns out to be so. It's really disappointing!"

A few people said something to each other, and almost beat the Nanjun people into bandits again.

Chu He hid in the dark and shook his head slightly.

It seems that this struggle between the people of Nanjun and the people of Beijing is about to start again.

The bearded face changed, and he cursed.

"What kind of thing are you? You don't even have full hair. How dare you call me Nanjun here?"

"Just talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will let you know what Nanjun is today?"

After all, the bearded man rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to fight.

The shopkeeper's face darkened, and just about to yell at him, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the white robe.

I saw the white robe rising up without any wind, pulling out his long sword and sipping coldly.

"I am a member of the Huang family in the capital, a seventh-grade Confucian scholar, do you have any objection to what I said?"

Between the words, the long sword was majestic and shining brightly.

That man is just an ordinary person, when he heard that white-clothed self-reported family name, how dare he confront him, he scratched his head angrily and said.

"Where did you come from, I'm too lazy to argue with you, drink and drink."

Seeing the man shrinking his head, the people around sighed, regretting that he missed the good show.

Chu He ate the beef with a chuckle in his heart.

The man is from Jianghu first, and then from Nanjun. In this situation where he obviously can't beat the opponent, if he makes a move again, he will live in his thirties in vain.

As for whether it is embarrassing to bow to a young man who looks to be in his twenties, there is no need to think about it at all.

Losing face is nothing, if you don't want to lose face, you will lose your life.

Being able to stretch and bend is the style of the Jianghu people.