"I have met the Duke." Wu Yun went in and saluted.

"Old Wu, come and take a look!"

Yang Xuan pointed at the statue of the god, "This god overlooks the human world. Do you think it is sentimental or ruthless?"

If I say it is ruthless, then the Northern Xinjiang army rushing in is also ruthless.

I say that there is love, the soldiers and civilians in northern Xinjiang are crying for food, hoping for salt to save their lives...

It seems that no matter how you say it, it is wrong!

Wu Yun sighed: "Before I came, I planned to..."

"Talk about it." Yang Xuan discovered that the gods enshrined in Qingyun Temple were different from those in metaphysics, so he discussed it with his master. The master looked disgusted and said that he was not sincere.

"The lower official is going to hold the Duke of the country, and then go to Chang'an and leave the matter to the court to resolve."

"You are honest, but if I am secretive, I will feel sorry for you."

Yang Xuan turned around.

When Wu Yun revealed his plan, he originally wanted to survive in death.

Seeing that Yang Xuan was about to reveal his method at this moment, it must have been particularly sharp. He was desperate and smiled bitterly.

Yang Xuan spoke.

"If you want to acquire this salt well, why do you need me to come in person?"

yes!

Wu Yun nodded subconsciously, "The Duke is surrounded by talented people..."

This guy is quite interesting.
Chapter completed!