I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

If the air does not gather at high altitude, the black umbrella covers the dragon.

The huge black cloud dropped a few snowflakes, and a group of people sat on Yushan's back.

Fortunately, Yang Zhao and the three monks in the foundation-building stage didn't feel anything. The lips of the remaining soldiers in the qi-training stage were a little white and cold.

Their cultivation level is still low and they are not that resistant to freezing.

The surroundings were bare, and they didn't dare to raise a fireball to keep warm, for fear of offending others' eyes.

Yang Zhao worked hard to control the clouds to prevent snow, and finally controlled the snow.

In a blink of an eye, I saw that the soldiers were automatically assigned to different positions. Some were on alert, while the rest had their eyes closed and fell asleep directly despite the cold.

If it weren't for the strong heartbeats of these people, Yang Zhao would have thought that the other person had fainted from the cold.

Yang Zhao was a little sluggish and removed the cold air around him, wondering in his heart: How can these people sleep?

In an unsafe environment with pursuers behind him... he fell asleep!

As he was secretly feeling strange in his heart, Yang Zhaomeng raised his head.

I saw a small black dot appearing high in the sky from nowhere.

The little dot changed three times in one breath and fell slowly from above.

Yang Zhaoyi frowned, his spiritual power surged, the clouds above his head grew a little stronger, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling.

She exerted a little force on her feet, and Yushan slowly carried everyone down.

The lower she went, the bigger the clouds grew above her.

This action naturally attracted the attention of others. A few people who were sleeping suddenly woke up. Everyone followed her gaze and looked up, but saw nothing.

Someone boldly asked: "Senior Yang, what's wrong?"

"Something is coming, whether it's friend or foe."

Everyone was shocked.

"alert!"

The soldiers slipped out their standard weapons from their sleeves.

It was a small magic sword that could be fixed directly on the forearm.

Yang Zhao had seen this magical sword, but it had little power, especially in the hands of a monk in the Qi training stage. It was better to say that it was used against the enemy than to be used to commit suicide.

After a few breaths, someone whispered.

"Senior Yang, the light of the talisman is a little brighter."

Yang Zhao tapped his foot lightly, and Yushan slowed down his descent.

The dark clouds have not dispersed, the thunder has not stopped, and the important people behind them are all ready to fight at any time.

When the black spot got closer and closer, everyone saw clearly that it was a small fish.

It has a small head and a large body, and its body color is gray-black. The back and top of its body are darker in color, its belly is pale white, and its body is covered with thick scales.

There is no aura or spiritual pressure on it, and no cultivation level can be seen.

Suddenly the little fish stopped, and a human voice came from far away.

"Is this Cangcheng Yunyang Temple down below, fellow Taoist Yang Zhaoyang? Under the seat of General Liu Zhengxia, the front-line vanguard officer You Youshi is here to pick you up on the order of the general."

Yang Zhao turned her head and looked behind her. She didn't know the situation in the Zhou army, so she wanted these soldiers to distinguish between true and false.

The soldiers behind were surrounded by the light of the talisman, so bright that they were inconspicuous in the dark night.

The people behind her also looked confused when they saw her turning around.

Seeing the questioning look on Yang Zhao's face, they looked at each other and plucked up the courage to ask. "What happened to Senior Yang? What did the other party say?"

Yang Zhao suddenly realized that these people probably didn't hear him.

"Is anyone in your army a fish?"

"Fish? Senior Yang, that's a lot. Who are you talking about?"

Yang Zhao pointed at the freshwater fish in front of him.

"It looks like a freshwater fish, and it says its name is Youyou."

"General You? General You is here to pick us up."

The soldiers' eyes lit up and they gave a small call.

"We have a military code here. Tell him it's windy and see how he responds."

Yang Zhao used his spiritual power to carry the voice over.

I just heard the other person reply: "Tan Linshi."

The dozen or so soldiers were overjoyed when they heard Yang Zhao's story.

"Yes, yes, the code is correct, this is General You."

"Are you sure? What if someone is pretending to be someone else?"

Yang Zhao has watched many spy movies.

The soldiers looked confused and shook their heads. One of the foundation-building monks gritted his teeth and became cruel.

"This... the talisman is also on, and the code is correct. Otherwise, Senior Yang, I will go over and ask alone. If it is a real fish, I will call you Senior Yang. If someone is pretending to be one, I will call you Senior Yang Zhao, Senior Yang. how do you feel?"

There are only four people in their group who can fly, three foundation-building monks who can fly, and Yang Zhao can fly.

The rest can only sit on Yushan's back.

"Okay, be smart and find a way to come back. I'll catch you from below."

Yang Zhao quite admired such brave soldiers.

"Thank you, Senior Yang."

The foundation-building monk gave Yang Zhao a military salute, kicked off his feet and flew upwards.

He walked up slowly, and the little fish waited motionless.

I don’t know how much the two of them talked. The foundation-building monk lowered his head and fell straight down.

With excitement on his face, he whispered to Yang Chao: "It's General You, it's General You. Senior Yang, please don't worry."

Yang Zhao nodded slightly and sent up his spiritual voice.

After a while, this little fish landed directly in front of Yang Zhao's eyes. It was half the size of a palm and spoke very eloquently with its small mouth.

"You You would like to thank Fellow Daoist Yang for taking care of them. This is not the place to talk. Let's go back to the crossing boat first."

"I can do it." Yang Zhao pointed to the few behind him.

"Can they come up physically?"

"As long as they enter my belly, Fellow Daoist Yang can follow them."

Yang Zhao looked at the small fish in front of him, which was not much bigger than a hand, and then at the soldiers behind him who weighed at least more than a thousand kilograms in total.

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