Sun Yu was wearing a new style of practice clothes that had just been circulated from the palace recently. At first glance, it does look like a middle-clothing, but counting the collars carefully, it is still a triple collar of the Ming Dynasty, which is not considered a bad habit. Moreover, when wearing this clothes, you feel capable in every move, which always makes people unable to help but straighten your back.

It is said that this was modified by kind people based on the costumes of gods and is indeed extraordinary.

Seeing this generous Miss Yang Ai, Sun Yu felt once again underestimating the kind-hearted master. In his inherent prejudice, it is not difficult for an expert to educate an extraordinary disciple, but to educate a woman who is not inferior to her will naturally be incomparable.

Just as Sun Wu used the concubines of Wu Palace as his soldiers and trained like elites, this is something that only a person who is higher than a superior person can do.

"Please come from Miss Yang, Xiaoke will report to his father now." Sun Yu said to the left and right: "It's still in the West Flower Hall."

Yang Ai didn't know what "or" means, and didn't take it seriously. What she was even more curious about was what the teacher asked her to pick up, and asked her to use Sun Chengzong's frame to rush to Shanhaiguan together.

I have no use for the teacher...

Yang Ai couldn't help feeling uneasy and walked to the door of the West Flower Hall, only to find that there was a tail behind her.

"You take him to the next house to rest." Yang Ai said.

The fool was reluctant to leave and followed the Sun family to another house. He turned around three times in one step. It was really enviable that the two of them had known each other for less than a month.

Yang Ai waited for a while, and Sun Chengzong walked over. Following him, there was a beautiful woman with a charming face. The woman looked like a Hu man’s blood. Her pupils were slightly yellow-green, and her skin was fairer than snow. Her face was like melon seeds.

And, barefoot.

The jade feet obviously have never been entangled, but they are indescribable and even more attractive.

"Miss Yang?" The woman spoke first.

What a unruly concubine.

Yang Ai was slightly unhappy.

"My surname is Hu," the woman introduced herself, "The single name is Miao. The kind-hearted master asked me to wait here and give you this thing." Hu Miao said, taking out a brocade bag from her sleeve, with lotus embroidered on one side and empty on the other side.

"Dare you ask the girl, is this..." Yang Ai asked politely when she saw that she was the one left by the teacher.

"This is the Qiankun bag made by the Han family," Hu Miao keenly captured Yang Ai's displeasure, but smiled very enjoyably, "Although it is only so big, it is woven and refined with tens of thousands of feet of brocade. I'm afraid that apart from the kind-hearted golden scale basket, it is difficult for the world to find a treasure that can accommodate things better than it."

Yang Ai took the Qiankun bag, and a strange feeling spread from his fingertips throughout his body. Hu Miao took the opportunity to make a finger trick and smiled: "Now you can only use this bag."

What she said seemed to be to Yang Ai, but the actual effect made Sun Chengzong feel regretful.

As the head of the military strategist, Sun Chengzong only heard of treasures, but never saw them.

For a strategist, the biggest pain is not the bloody battle on the front line, but logistics transportation. Within the scope of today's empire, if the mysterious art can be used to absorb things, it will not only reduce losses, but also speed up efficiency. It will support the front line more effectively and rest the people's strength. He wanted to find Mi Fu to study the mountain for this military and national affairs, but unexpectedly he failed to get what he wanted.

"Thank you Miss Hu." Yang Ai smiled. "I feel sorry for asking Miss Hu to wait for me here."

"It's okay, I'll be there." Hu Miao narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Okay, since I'm done, I'll go to work on my own business. By the way, Master Sun, there are two painters I've sent to me this time that are completely unreliable."

"Miss, just send them away." Master Sun said politely.

"Hehe, then I'm not polite." Hu Miao chuckled and turned around, without any etiquette.

Sun Chengzong did not think it was offended at all.

According to legend, the gods sent Grandma Hu San to help the Ming Dynasty fight Dajin. These people dressed in extremely different worlds are all maids of Grandma Hu San. In other words, they are all vixen spirits, not humans.

Faced with such rumors, people with some identities know that. The officials, eunuchs and palace maids in the palace that day saw Yi Lin’s nine big tails with their own eyes.

And the pair of straight ears on the top of the head.

Although the people who came to help build the Thousand Mile Divine Array did not look that way, and looked no different from ordinary people, those who knew the details were still particularly polite, for fear of angering the fox fairy grandmother.

Sun Chengzong did it on the master's seat and smiled and said, "Don't Miss Yang know them?"

Yang Ai shook her head and said, "But I don't know."

Sun Chengzong was just talking about it, not really trying to explore anything. Although he was considered a person in the circle of secret techniques, he knew that he could not touch the real secrets in this circle because he did not awaken the spiritual aggregate. When he was young, he had seen his master split a stone two tall with a sword. His master also stabbed the huge stone with one shot until the last handle... But when it was passed on to his generation, he could not use any magical skills.

It is better to destroy the art of victory in the world than to pass it lightly and teach it!

When Sun Chengzong remembered his last words before his death, he still felt a trace of regret lingering in his heart.

"Have Master Ling told Miss Yang that we will go to Shanhaiguan together?" Sun Chengzong asked.

Yang Ai nodded and said, "I wonder when the Master of the Pavilion will set off?"

"It takes some time to prepare for the army." Sun Chengzong smiled, "I have a shy face and want to ask Miss Yang for help."

"Why are you polite, Master," Yang Ai chuckled softly, "It's just a matter of borrowing this Qiankun bag."

"Hahaha, you woman is chivalrous!" Sun Chengzong laughed, "It turns out that he is worthy of being a kind-hearted student!"

Unfortunately, it’s just too unkind. I’ll give me some face!

Sun Chengzong thought to himself, and his face turned red.

Yang Ai smiled: "I have nothing to do. This bag can be taken by the Master of Ge to fill the grain armor and soldiers, but I don't know how much it can be."

"The original item of this bag is woven with tens of thousands of feet of brocade, and I'm afraid that a mountain can be packed into it!" Sun Chengzong said excitedly, "If the girl is interested in the king's affairs, I will naturally report it to ask for me!"

Yang Ai shook her head: "What kind of me is a Taoist priest... student? Let's pack up as soon as possible and go to Shanhaiguan. Don't let the teacher wait for a long time."

Sun Chengzong agreed deeply. Now that Huang Taiji has provoked and harassed Daling River several times, he will definitely not see Daling River take root. Now with the help of this girl Yang Ai, she supports the food, gunpowder, weapons, and armor in Liaodong, and finally there is no need to worry about unnecessary loss.

With such great achievements, even if Yang Ai is ignorant and wants to be rejected, Sun Chengzong dared not not report to the emperor. Otherwise, how would he explain to Qian Yiqun?

Chongzhen got the memorial, went to the boss of his heart and laughed and said, "It seems that God really blesses the Ming Dynasty! I want to summon her to the palace! The queen will reward her."

When the Zhou Empress was so happy, she was naturally extremely excited. Because the monk dared to assassinate the emperor, Concubine Tian’s journey was almost over. Chongzhen looked at the relationship over the years and did not kill her, but just drove her into the cold palace. Her father was also demoted from his title and demoted to a commoner. This made Empress Zhou, the winner of the palace fight, feel a little unbearable...

"How should I reward her?" Zhou Hou asked.

"Don't be stingy." Chongzhen gently touched Zhou Hou's belly and said, "She is our future senior sister."

Queen Zhou's face turned red, she gently patted His Majesty the Emperor's hand and said, "I'm afraid I've really seen it this month."

"Is the god's words false?" Chongzhen smiled, "I didn't expect that a real dragon would be born in my Zhu family. To be honest, if the kind-hearted master had turned him into a disciple, I would have the intention to pass the throne to him."

Queen Zhou frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the prince is innocent and deposed, is it a blessing for the country? Not to mention that the kind-hearted master wants to dissolve him, even if he stays in the palace, he should not shake the foundation of the country!"

"Okay, OK, that's what I said." Chongzhen was a little bored and suddenly smiled, "I heard that the women around the kind-hearted master are all very beautiful, and I don't know what this student looks like."

Zhou Hou curled his lips slightly. Although he was not jealous, he was a little scared after all. After finally getting to Concubine Tian, ​​what if Concubine Yang came again, what should I do? Especially that person is still a student of the Qian family brother.

Chongzhen's expectations were finally dashed, and Zhou Hou was also a little disappointed while relaxing.

Because Yang Ai has left.

She followed Sun Chengzong to the military warehouses in Shuntian Prefecture and Northern Zhili overnight to extract clothes, quilts, food, equipment, and gunpowder to support Liaodong. Although Yang Ai only needed to put the goods accumulated by the laborers into the bag, it was very hard that night. Fortunately, she could sleep in the car during the day, while Sun Chengzong could only look for opportunities to take a nap at the age of 70, and had to schedule major events during the day.

Because of Yang Ai's firm work attitude, the preparations that originally took more than ten days to complete were completed in just two days. On the third day, Sun Chengzong passed away on the platform and led his army to Liaodong that day.

Among Yang Ai's treasures, Sun Chengzong's favorite was the ten general artillery of the Divine Martial Arts. These cannons and shells alone did not cost three to five hundred manpower, so it was difficult to get them to Shanhaiguan as scheduled.

Yang Ai finally knew how heavy the burden was on her body. She followed Sun Chengzong's advice and hung the brocade bag on her body with an embroidered belt. This alone was not enough to reassure the old master. She even sent twenty-four healthy women to take turns to stay by Yang Ai's side. There were also servants wearing clothes guarding Yang Ai's car and outside the house day and night.

It is said to be serving, but it is actually protection.

Protect the treasure that is worth half the Shuntian Mansion.

Yang Aijing no longer dares to blame himself for not taking care of him. He is a little transparent person with no sense of existence.

It seems that the teacher’s purpose is to let me escort the person in front of me. I should just consciously give it to the teacher for such a precious treasure.

Yang Ai lay in the camp, gently touching the secret bag, and couldn't help but think about it. How could she know that Qian Yiqun had already thrown away her and the secret bag to Java at this moment, and was suffering from a lot of real or fake information from people in the world.
Chapter completed!