The next day, a sudden transfer order made Mochiyuan a little noisy.

Because the Central Plains countries decided to negotiate with the Left Court Royal Court. In order to show sincerity, the Temple Guangming Department came forward and called on the countries to collect a batch of grain and send it to the wasteland to help the people of the royal court tribes spend the winter.

Although the number is not large, it is cold and cold, and you can encounter horse thieves at any time when you go deep into the wasteland. The coalition commander camp is only willing to send a very small number of cavalry escorts, so it also needs a relatively strong team to escort them.

So this thankless task, which had some risks, naturally fell on the least popular Mo Chiyuan.

After all, compared to the unknown disciples of Mochiyuan, it is more important to see that the princess Huaniang and Aunt Quni of Yuelun Kingdom are all more important, so this choice is hardly hesitant.

Of course, if Wang Shusheng appeared here, the result would naturally be different.

Unfortunately, Wang Shusheng could not appear here, and the result naturally could not be changed.

However, this time, although many disciples in Mochiyuan were very resentful of this kind of exclusion and suppression, they did not care too much about the dangers that were about to be encountered in this industry.

After all, there are not only book scammers in their team, but also sword scammers.

Especially Fang Qian's existence, whether it is the rumor that he defeated Longqing by three swords, or the scene where a wooden sword easily defeated the ascetic monk not long ago, all demonstrated his extremely powerful strength.

This made them feel confident.

In the yellow cloth, many girls in single clothes chatted in the water or by the stream. They were going to travel tomorrow, so they cherished the last hot spring now.

Zhuo Zhihua looked at the brisk expressions of the junior sisters, and was still a little worried because she was thinking more, so she couldn't help but feel a little more anxious.

She looked at the black-haired girl with a delicate figure in the fog and couldn't help but say, "Master, the king's court is deep in the wasteland. Just by us, if we meet a large number of horse thieves, even if you and Senior Brother Fang are very strong, our number of disciples in Mochiyuan may not be able to take care of it. Maybe a charge, I, Tmall girl, or a junior brother and sister will die in vain. I think you should come forward and talk at this time."

Her voice came, and suddenly many female disciples looked at each other because what she said was indeed very reasonable.

Mo Shanshan said calmly: "Whatever I say, even if I come forward, will the temple intervene in the normal order of the coalition forces? In the eyes of the world, I may have a little false reputation, but you don't know that false reputation is the most powerful thing. If I don't have the cultivation level of the Dongxuan upper realm, no matter how much I love calligraphy, it will be meaningless to the world. We must know that strength is the foundation of everything."

"You should all know how Senior Brother Fang's title of Sword Crazy is very clear. It was the praise that the world made after defeating Longqing. You also like swords. Why can't the title of Sword Crazy fall on you?"

Her eyes looked at all the female disciples in Mochiyuan one by one, and asked calmly: "Do you still remember what the monk from Baita Temple said a few days ago?"

"Because I am strong and you are weak, I let you go, and you must go!"

Her voice was straight and smooth like thin ice on the lake, without a trace of ups and downs.

"So today's situation is just because our disciples in Mochiyuan are not strong enough, they are bullied wantonly because they are not strong enough, and they are afraid of the dangers they may face. If we are strong enough, none of this will happen."

"If you want to become stronger, you must have the courage to face danger, rather than first thinking about seeking asylum. This time, if there is no accident, I will not take action, nor will I let Senior Brother Fang take action. He is our team leader, not our nanny."

Her calm statement made many female disciples who were originally relaxed and nervous.

It seemed as if their roofs disappeared just in the rainy weather. No matter how storm and rain were coming, they had to face it themselves.

The Tmall woman's face turned slightly pale. She wanted to say something, but under Mo Shanshan's plain eyes, she could only keep silent.

Mo Shanshan had a certain idea. Although the girls in the Dahe Kingdom still had many ideas in their minds, they could only keep it and then began to make preparations.

But at this time, the entire camp was filled with a bit of worry.

Mo Shanshan actually had some concerns in his heart, but the chicks always had to grow up and could not always rely on their parents' wings. This trip to the wasteland was a rare opportunity to experience. Although she said she would not interfere, if she really encountered a crisis, how could she watch her junior brothers and sisters die in vain?

Fang Qian looked at her slightly white face and felt a little distressed. There were actually many emotions hidden under her calm expression.

He stepped forward and put her hands in the palm of his hand. Her hands were a little cold, so he tightened his hands to seek more warmth.

Since yesterday, their relationship has taken a big step closer, so this action has become very natural.

He looked at her plain eyes and said softly, "Why be too harsh, whether it is to you or them."

Feeling the warmth coming from her hands, her eyes fluctuated slightly, and her face turned slightly red.

"Since going down the mountain, I encountered many things that were different from what I had imagined."

She said seriously, and her tone showed a little weakness in her tone.

"Although I am on the camera, I can't protect them all. Whether it is Dao Chi from the Temple, Longqing or Wang Jingluo from the Tang Dynasty, they are better than me."

Fang Qian looked at her seriously and suddenly couldn't help laughing, so Mo Shanshan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"Why are you laughing at me!"

Fang Qian curled his lips and said, "I didn't expect that my mountain girl would have the will to win."

Mo Shanshan felt even more angry when he heard this.

"I'm not your mountain, let it go!"

She said, pulling her hand back angrily and put it firmly behind her, as if she was afraid that he would snatch it away.

She didn't realize that she seemed to be less and less calm than before in front of Fang Qian.

Fang Qian looked at her rare posture of children, but she became happier.

He looked at the disciples of Mochiyuan who were busy packing their luggage not far away, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to the sky to see it?"

Mo Shanshan's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had thought of something, but she was still angry now, so she could be so easily led by this guy. So she said calmly: "I don't want to!"

Fang Qian suddenly approached, and the tips of both sides' noses touched slightly inadvertently. He knew that this was the clearest distance she could see.
Chapter completed!