Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 130: Battle between Good and Evil (8.111k)
Luzhou West Road.

The flowers fell one after another, the leaves were all gone, the roots were broken, the floating grass was carried by the wind, and it went straight to the southeast.

The autumn wind shows no pity, and the two branches of grass bow their heads.

"drive!"

"drive!"

"..."

The closer they got to Luzhou, the more carriages and horses there were on the road. The troops from Hengshan and Huashan turned east from Sanshipu and got on the road, heading straight to the west of Luzhou city.

Before noon, they arrived at a small village.

"Old man, may I ask how far this place is from Luzhou City?"

The farmer, carrying a hoe and holding a teapot, pointed eastward.

"Continue eastward, pass Guantingji, wade across a shallow river, and follow the main road. It will take more than an hour to arrive. If you hurry up, you can even have a bowl of hot food in Luzhou City."

"Thank you."

The farmer saw that everyone was wearing a sword, so he turned around and left.

The two groups did not move forward, but turned back to the end of the village.

There are two abandoned earthen houses with half of their walls collapsed, which is a good place to rest.

I didn't sleep the whole night last night and I was on the road all the time.

Although he has martial arts skills, he is not made of iron.

The two senior brothers went to the village entrance to fetch water together, chatting about what happened last night along the way. When listening to Zhao Rong talking about the contribution of the giant poisonous bee, Linghu Chong shouted "wonderful" repeatedly.

"It's a pity about the wine."

"What a pity! Next time you come to Hengyang, I'll treat you to the same wine."

Linghu Chong asked, "Could it be that Hengshan also raises giant poisonous bees?"

"No," Zhao Rong shook his head, "but Brother Linghu wants to drink, I will go to Baiyaomen to get some for you."

"My reputation is not that big."

“Yes, yes.”

When Linghu Chong saw Zhao Rong smiling, he reacted quickly.

"It must be that the Hundred Medicine Sect has offended Junior Brother Zhao, and the various sect leaders are in trouble."

At the end of the village, some disciples fetched water, some picked up dead wood and rotten leaves, and some exchanged silver for rice and meat from the villagers.
The smoke from cooking curls up, and the smell of fireworks is like a wind-calming bead, calming the storms in the river and lake at night.

Soon, some villagers came running and brought their bowls, spoons, chopsticks and other kitchen utensils.

He threw away the chopsticks made of tree branches from Xiang Da Nian and Lu Dayou and hurriedly thanked them.

"You are welcome."

A thin man put down the iron pot and said dryly, "When we first saw you in the village, we were worried that you were bad guys and were very scared."

“I didn’t expect it to be a martial arts hero.”

"The bandits in the west have caused unrest in Erhe Village. The heroes have helped us a lot in eliminating the evil."

The man gave a rather stiff smile after he finished speaking, and it was obvious that he was not good at talking to people.

A disciple consoled him: "The evil people in Sanshipu are all dead. We are new to your place, so I'm afraid we will have to stay here for two nights."

"Out of the way, out of the way"

The man waved his hands repeatedly and sighed, "The owners of these rooms were killed by criminals."

"However long you stay here, they are welcome."

After saying that, he stepped out and looked towards the dilapidated house again, with sadness in his eyes.

Several disciples walked out of the door and saw the man off.

They used silver to exchange things in the village and treated people politely, so the villagers knew that they were definitely not bad people.

Only then did he dare to ask a few more questions and found out that it was the Hengshan and Huashan sects who came from Sanshipu to eliminate evil.

The villagers have never heard of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

There are many legends about the heroes in the martial arts world who can eliminate evil.

Such heroes are respected wherever they go and are easy to make people like them.

Mr. Mo Da and Sect Leader Yue each instructed their disciples not to damage the villagers' belongings and to wash them at the river before leaving.

After lunch at noon, the two masters and Lady Ning began to meditate to recover.

Zhao Rong's speed in meditating and regulating his Qi was faster than theirs. By mid-afternoon, he was already full of vigor and vitality.

When Lao Denuo and Nan Shanshi saw this, they were not surprised and just thought that he did not put in much effort.

There are dozens of households in Erhe Village. At the head of the village there is a clear stream as deep as a thigh. A tributary flows towards the farmland, which is considered the second river.

When we came to the river, the sound of the water was clear and pleasant.

The water plants were leaning downstream, and some green grasshoppers were lying on them, nibbling on them with their legs raised.

I also saw some slippery willow root fish swimming back and forth at the bottom of the water.

Zhao Rong relaxed his mind, and after washing himself, he sat cross-legged on a large rock, recalling the sword skills of Songshan Taibao last night in his mind.

Then he thought about the sword of the old sculptor.

His mind became more and more open, and he couldn't help but draw his sword and stab out one after another.

There is autumn water flowing in the river, and there is autumn water in the hands. The two pools of autumn water reflect each other, but they cannot reflect the wonderful charm of the swords.

"Moo~moo~!"

In the evening, after two cow moos, Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

Then a child's singing and the lowing of cows were heard. The shepherd boy had no ornaments on him, not even a piece of cloth to wrap his bun. He was riding a yellow cow with a carefree look on his face.

The ox went into the water with the shepherd boy still riding on it.

The two feet wearing straw sandals were inserted into the water and slid, and the feet were stretched straight to prevent the shoes from being washed away.

When looking at Zhao Rong, the shepherd boy was curious.

"Big brother, are you practicing sword?" He was about six or seven years old, and his voice was very tender.

"Yes."

Suddenly, the shepherd boy chuckled a few times and said, "No, no."

"What's wrong?" Now it was Zhao Rong's turn to be curious.

"Some time ago, many martial arts masters passed by Murakami. I saw some of them practicing swords from afar. Their moves were very exciting, even better than those of the street performers at Guanting Market."

The shepherd boy smiled and gestured a few times with the wooden stick in his hand, which seemed to be the moves used by those martial artists.

He then lay on the cow and laughed, "Big brother, you practiced it wrong."

"You just stab forward, just like I use a stick to cut grass. No one will give you money for performing like that."

Zhao Rong sneered, thinking that children’s words should not be taken lightly.

Although I didn't refute what he said, I felt a little unhappy in my heart.

"How many martial artists in the world can take this stab?"

Then I thought again, why should I say these things to the little kid?

So he smiled and shook his head without saying anything funny.

The kind shepherd boy thought Zhao Rong was sad because of his words, so he hurriedly said, "Brother, don't be angry."

"If you don't know those moves, I can teach you some."

The ox was quite well behaved. The shepherd boy swung the stick at it but it did not move at all.

Zhao Rong had a very sharp eye and saw that the shepherd boy was playing with the stick and it looked like he had some tricks.

The shepherd boy was very serious and after playing it several times, he finally became interested.

So Zhao Rong stabbed again.

After reading it, the shepherd boy felt a little strange in his mind, but still shook his head.

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled and asked, "What do you think is the most powerful?"

The shepherd boy pointed to the river and said, "The fish in the Erhe River are the smartest. Big brother, if you can stab the fish in the water, you are the most powerful."

Stab a fish in the water?

He frowned and suddenly thought of something.

To stab a fish in the water, you have to stab a little below the fish. Fishermen naturally know this technique.

The principle here is exactly the same as "the grass is greener on the other side".

But at first thought, the mystery of the connection between reality and illusion made him feel a little hazy.

The Hengshan sword technique is both real and virtual, and the phantom sword is even more so.

Zhao Rong's expression froze. There was a large crucian carp swimming upstream in the water.

The shepherd boy on the yellow cow felt his eyes blurry, and the big brother sitting cross-legged by the river seemed to fly away. His eyes could not follow the green shadow at all, and it seemed to stay in the river for a moment, and then he looked again.
On the next river bank, the older brother was staring at the shining sword with fascination.

A black carp was pierced on the sword, its mouth opened and closed, and a few drops of water splashed out from its tail.

The shepherd boy rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the fish.

I rubbed it harder again, and the fish was still there.

His expression was as if he went to the village temple to burn incense one day and suddenly saw the God of Land come to life.

"Amazing! You are awesome!"

He stood on the cow's back in surprise and stepped on it excitedly with his feet. The cow swung its tail in dissatisfaction and mooed.

Zhao Rong shifted his gaze and asked with a smile:

"Did I practice my sword skills wrong?"

The shepherd boy shook his head embarrassedly, "Yes, yes, very impressive."

"I have never seen anyone who can stab the fish in the deep water of Erhe Village. Those martial artists are not as good as you."

"It turns out that practicing swordplay only requires one stab."

Zhao Rong jumped back to the shore and pulled the fish off the sword. The shepherd boy ignored the cattle in the water and looked at the fish instead.

"Who are you herding cattle for?"

The shepherd boy poked the fish with his finger and raised his head and said, "Help Uncle Zhang from the village."

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't have any parents. Uncle Zhang said they went to a very far place and they will come back when I grow up."

Zhao Rong looked at the expression on his face and saw that there was no change in his eyes and he looked sincere.

Obviously he was not lying.

"May I have your name."

The shepherd boy smiled and said, "I don't have a real name. Uncle Zhang always calls me Ah Fei."

"Fly what flies."

He asked again with an expectant look: "Big brother, can you teach me how to stab the fish in the river?"

Zhao Rong pondered and said, "Those martial artists' moves may look complicated, but you have learned a few of them."

"My moves may look simple, but they may not be easy to learn."

"Ah."

Ah Fei agreed and poked the stick in his hand into the water, but he couldn't pull out a single fish.

He felt a little disappointed, but soon forgot about it.

"I'll teach you a way to practice swordplay."

"Big brother, how do you practice?" He was now very impressed with Zhao Rong's swordsmanship.

Zhao Rong stood up and said, "In the next few days, except for that yellow cow, don't tell anyone else about what's happening here. This is the first test of sword training."

"Yeah." Ah Fei nodded vigorously.

"In a few days, there will be a group of passers-by in the village. They have horses and carts, and they are loaded with a lot of goods. It will definitely make a lot of noise."

"When the time comes, you can stand on the side of the road and approach while singing."

"If many people turn their heads and look at you, it means this is the person you are waiting for. Then go up and ask, and tell them that someone asked you to find a master named Feng."

"Then tell her what happened by the river alone and kowtow to her, and you will surely be able to practice swordplay."

"After learning her swordsmanship, if you have the comprehension and recall the sword I used today, maybe you will have a chance to learn it."

After saying this, Zhao Rong faced the setting sun, turned around, and left an unforgettable silhouette for the shepherd boy.

The old ox mooed twice, and the shepherd boy sang a pastoral song to see it off.

……

This shepherd boy has some talent. Considering his name, Zhao Rong feels that he has great potential in swordplay.

But he himself had no intention of accepting any disciples. Perhaps he would have such interest twenty years later.

If this shepherd boy has a connection with the Hengshan Sect, it would be great for him to take Junior Sister Feng as his disciple.

There are very few disciples in the fifteenth generation of Hengshan.

In the evening, Zhao Rong went to bed early like everyone else.

Everyone gathered their strength and on the next morning seven or eight people were sent on horseback to Guanting Market six miles away to gather information.

At noon, several people who had gone out to gather information came back.

Gao Genming, Lu Dayou and Ling Zhaoheng rode horses when they left, but walked when they came back.

They were accompanied by two monks.

Ling Zhaoheng saw Zhao Rong at the door and quickly stepped forward to pass on the message:

"Brother, these two masters came all the way south from Fengyang Prefecture. They are very familiar with the situation in Luzhou and the North."

Zhao Rong glanced at the two monks.

Their robes were tattered, and they each carried a bamboo luggage rack, leggings, and straw sandals. An oil lamp hung from the rack, probably to light the way for night travel.

This is the standard attire of a wandering monk, similar to the wandering Taoist priests, and is called a wandering monk.

"Thank you, masters."

"Amitabha."

They bowed and chanted the Buddha's name, and Zhao Rong returned the greeting with his palm raised, then invited them into the house.

Mr. Mo Da and Sect Leader Yue were still meditating. They had been fighting all the way and now that they had some free time, they naturally wanted to restore their condition to their peak.

When the two masters came, Sect Leader Yue and Mr. Mo Da did not dare to neglect them and both stood up to greet them.

The four men's eyes met. Mr. Mo Da looked into the eyes of the two men, and a hint of smile appeared in his turbid old eyes.

Without waiting for Master Yue to speak, he asked with a smile, "Where are the two masters meditating?"

A monk said: "I have visited many forests, traveled thousands of miles, and passed thousands of barriers."

His tone was extremely calm.

Mr. Mo Da nodded, "This is the Secret of Zen."

"Two masters, why are you here?"

When Zhao Rong and Sect Leader Yue heard this, a sharp look rose up in their brows.

Another monk said calmly, "From south to north, and from north to south, if you have a destiny, you will pass by this place, if not, you will not step on it. Today, I have come here, leaving only a trail of footprints."

"I see," Mr. Mo Da's eyes suddenly changed, "You two must be the high monks on the Black Wood Cliff in Pingding Prefecture."

"Amitabha."

The two monks bent down and chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, then a short knife slipped out of their sleeves and stabbed at the two leaders fiercely!

But Sect Leader Yue and Mr. Mo Da were faster. Before they could thrust out their daggers, they were stabbed in the heart and fell to the ground.

Ling Zhaoheng, Lu Dayou and Gao Genming were all shocked.

They brought these two people back!
How could a wandering monk who traveled the world in straw sandals suddenly become a thief from Black Wood Cliff?
Zhao Rong, who was standing by, asked for them, "How did the master figure that out?"

Mr. Mo Da's explanation was simple: "How can a wandering monk care about the affairs of the underworld?"

"I have seen many monks like this in the Nanyue Temple. I have doubts in my heart. I know they are fake just by exchanging glances with them."

He added:
"I traveled the rivers and seas, crossed the mountains and rivers, and sought teachers and learned the truth for the sake of Zen. I recited the "Secrets of Zen" but I didn't know the truth that 'Since I found the Caoxi Road, I realized that life and death are irrelevant.'"

"That's not the way a wandering monk works."

"Their eyes are far from being as pure as those of real wandering monks."

"The Demon Cult is really cunning and cruel," said Lady Ning, "Luckily, Senior Brother Mo has a keen eye." "Well, it's just that they have been to too many temples and they just happened to run into us."

Mr. Mo Da said modestly, and Yue Buqun frowned and said, "It seems that Luzhou is very dangerous. The evil cult thieves here must be waiting for us."

Lady Ning frowned: "Then going to Guantingji to get information will put us under the eyes of the Demon Cult!"

Zhao Rong thought it was not good, "I will go to the official pavilion and find them back."

Lady Ning and Linghu Chong also went to get the horses, preparing to go together.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard in Erhe Village.

It was Shen Bo, Chai Jinshi and others. They had divided up a horse, and there was a pretty nun pulling the reins beside them. She was none other than the Hengshan disciples.

When everyone saw it, they immediately showed joy.

"Yu Yu~~!"

"Uncle Ning," the Hengshan disciple greeted him before he even dismounted from his horse.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Linghu."

“Junior Sister Yiqing!” Zhao Rong and Linghu Chong also bowed and called out.

Everyone has met Yiqing in Songshan. She is the second disciple of Master Dingxian. Unlike the eldest sister Yihe who has a violent temper, she is careful and steady.

Know she is reliable.

Zhao Rong looked at his solemn expression again and immediately realized that the matter was not simple.

"Master Yiqing, please come in and talk first."

"Uncle Yue, Uncle Mo," Yiqing greeted them without further ado, "There are many demon sect members in the west of Luzhou City. Master knows that the two uncles will enter the city from the west, and is worried that they will be ambushed among you, so I came to tell you."

"I hid in the small temple in Guantingji for several days, and finally I got my chance!"

The two masters nodded to each other. Since Master Ding Xian was not there at the moment, they did not say much to thank them.

Mr. Mo Da said, "My nephew, you have arrived just in time. We were trying to gather information from various factions and were wondering how to enter the city."

Sect Leader Yue asked anxiously, "How are the other sects doing?"

The disciples from both factions around Lady Ning, Zhao Rong, and Linghu Chong all turned their attention to them.

Yi Qing suddenly became solemn: "I'm afraid that the two uncles have also been fighting against the Demon Cult along the way."

"Exactly."

She showed her as expected, "It is the same with my Hengshan Sect and Taishan Sect."

The tone turned to sigh again, "More than ten disciples of Hengshan Sect died along the way. Senior Uncle Dingyi who came from Baiyun Temple to help suffered internal injuries and is being escorted back to the sect by Senior Sister Yihe to heal his injuries."

"Who hurt Master Dingyi?!"

Mr. Mo Da and Sect Leader Yue hurriedly asked.

"He is an elder of the Demon Cult."

Yi Qingchen took a deep breath, "Master Tianmen of the Taishan Sect originally wanted to deal with the Blue Flag in the east, but the Blue Flag's men went to the Xiaoyaojin headquarters, so they joined forces with us and attacked the Black Flag in the north."

"The Demon Cult has been harassing us all along the way and has set up an ambush here."

"The Taishan Sect suffered even greater casualties. No less than a hundred people from the Qilu martial arts world who came to help died. The Taishan Sect and the two uncles Bingzhong and Shi Yuanhong..."

"Both uncles were killed by the Demon Cult elders."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They didn't expect so many people had been killed or injured.

The Hengshan and Taishan sects were obviously targeted by the masters of the evil cult.

In the Demon Cult's impression, Huashan and Hengshan are the last of the Five Mountains, so the people who came were the tenth in command of the Tianhe Gang and the two elders of Baiyao, and none of the Demon Cult's elder-level masters arrived.

"Have Wudang and Shaolin sent any additional personnel?" Mo Da asked.

Yiqing nodded, revealing a trace of worry:
"In addition to Master Fang Hai, Master Fang Yi has also arrived from Shaolin Temple. Taoist Lingxu and Taoist Chengfeng have also arrived from Wudang Sect. The two sects and the uncles and uncles from Songshan have teamed up to fight at Xiaoyaojin, and both sides suffered casualties. The Demon Sect has sent more people, and there will be another battle in the near future."

"Master and Master Tianmen have already joined them, preparing for a major battle with the Demon Cult at Xiaoyaojin."

"The two uncles do not need to look for the purple flag anymore. The demon sect members over there have also entered the main altar just like the blue flag members."

"Now, both good and evil people are pouring into Luzhou. The news of the battle between the Shaolin, Wudang and Five Mountains Sword Sects and the Demon Sect is spreading rapidly."

Yue Lingshan poured Yiqing a bowl of water so that she could take a break.

Everyone also needs to digest this shocking news.

"It has been a long time since our Five Mountains Sword Sect had such a big conflict with the Demon Sect, not to mention that this time it is a battle between good and evil that also involves Shaolin and Wudang."

Lady Ning sighed.

She had a worried look on her face, knowing full well that the martial arts world was in chaos from now on.

Mr. Mo Da and Sect Leader Yue had not expected that the commotion would be so big.

Zuo Lengchan stirred up trouble in the martial arts world and achieved what he wished for.

As the leaders of the righteous path, Shaolin and Wudang would probably lose their reputation if they retreat in this fight against the demons.

Zhao Rong was also vaguely worried.

Master Zuo, you've got to make a big fuss, but don't provoke that person out of Heimu Cliff.

The Demon Cult's blue-robed elder Shangguan Yun and the great leader Ren and others teamed up to fight in the ultimate battle at Black Wood Cliff, but they were killed in a second when they stood in front of Dongfang Bubai.

If Aunt Dongfang took action, Zhao Rong would definitely escape with Mo Da and the Hengshan disciples.

People in the world only say "the best in the world", but they don't know what level this best in the world is.

Brother Lian has been working hard to defend alone at Black Wood Cliff, and this time Master Zuo is afraid that he will offend Brother Lian to death.

Thinking of Dongfang Bubai, Zhao Rong really wanted to go back to the top of Tianzhu to meditate.

This matter has become a big deal.

"Junior sister, how many days did you come out for? What was the situation on the day you left?" Zhao Rong asked from the side.

Yiqing put down the bowl and calculated a little, "Eighth day, today is the ninth day."

"On the day I left, Master told me to inform my two uncles to go around from the west of the city to the northeast of Luzhou and not to cross the city."

"There are many eyes and ears over there. Ordinary Wulin people and demons may not pay attention to them, but once people from our Five Mountains Sword Sect arrive, they will be killed immediately."

"At that time, Master Ding from Songshan was in charge and was planning how to deal with the Demon Sect."

"Master suggested waiting for the two uncles and Uncle Ning to arrive so that everyone can combine their strength. However, Uncle Ding thought that the opportunity to destroy the demon had arrived and he didn't want to miss it."

When saying this, Yiqing Buddha's heart was uneasy, and he looked anxiously in the direction of Luzhou.

He said in an unsure tone, "I don't know what the situation is at this moment."

"If Uncle Ding had insisted, we might have fought Xiaoyaojin twice by now."

A chill rose in Zhao Rong's heart.

This Uncle Master Ding is none other than the Great Protector of Songshan, Ding Mian, who has the Pagoda-Handed Hand. His internal strength is second only to Zuo Lengchan. With one palm strike, he can make Ding Yi vomit blood, and even Gao Shan Liu Shui would die under his palm power.

Zuo Lengchan sent out this powerful figure naturally because he wanted to inflict heavy damage on the Demon Cult in Luzhou.

There is a bodyguard hiding in Sanshipu, and Ding Mian must know about his family's scandal, so waiting for Hengshan and Huashan is indeed a waste of time.

Judging from Yiqing's words, by the time the two factions arrived at Xiaoyaojin, they might have already fought each other.

Mr. Mo Da, Sect Leader Yue and Lady Ning are discussing something.

Zhao Rong also asked Yiqing some details about the evil cult they encountered on the road.

Unlike the evil cult that besieged Mount Hua and Mount Heng, the people they encountered in Mount Heng and Mount Tai were not men in black.

I haven't heard any news about the men in black in Songshan either.

'It seems that Zuo Lengchan only revealed the whereabouts of Hengshan and Taishan sects, but did not send the Songshan black-clothed men to the scene. It is obvious that he only used the power of the two sects to consume the power of the Demon Sect and still regarded them as helpers.'

"And there is a Taibao hiding in Sanshipu, which shows that Zuo Lengchan is extremely afraid of Master Mo and Yue Buqun, and wants to get rid of them as soon as possible."

With Shaolin and Wudang around, Zuo Lengchan never considered Hengshan and Huashan as helpers.

The five major sects besieging Xiaoyaojin is enough.

After the great war between good and evil, he sent people to take over the foundation of Huashan and Hengshan, and emerged as a dark horse from the chaotic world.

Zhao Rong sorted out the clues in an instant.

Following this line of thought, it is more likely that a great battle is taking place in Xiaoyaojin at this moment.

"What a pity, Master Zuo, the guard of Sanshipu is dead."

He turned his head and couldn't help but look at Master Mo and Sect Leader Yue.

Even if Lady Ning cannot figure it out, the leaders of the two factions will definitely be able to figure it out.

They can delay for a while to inquire about the situation, or they can go straight to Xiaoyaojin immediately.

There are many pros and cons.

Therefore, Mr. Mo Da and Sect Leader Yue were both in deep thought.

But
After seeing the worry on Yiqing's face, Lady Ning didn't think about anything and simply said:
"I think we should pack up and leave immediately."

"Going around the west of Luzhou City will take another day. Don't let Master Dingxian and the others wait too long."

"If the fight has already started at the Xiaoyaojin headquarters, we should speed up our efforts. How can we leave out the Huashan and Hengshan sects in the battle to eliminate the demons?"

"That makes sense," Mr. Mo Da agreed.

Seeing that Sect Leader Yue also nodded, Yiqing instantly showed joy.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the two factions took immediate action. They dragged the bodies of the two fake monks away from Da Nian and Cheng Mingyi for disposal. The rest of them gathered up the debris in the house, quickly ran to the river to wash them, and returned them to the nearby villagers.

Everyone mounted their horses and followed Yiqing's instructions without taking the main road.

Fortunately, they didn't have a carriage, otherwise they wouldn't be able to walk on the path. After bypassing the evil cult's eyes and ears at the official pavilion, they soon saw a shallow river.

"Drive~!"

The river water was not fast, only calf-deep, and everyone rode their horses past the stone steps without hesitation.

On the other side of the river is a gray and white road, stretching into the distance.

If you go straight along this road, you will reach the west of Luzhou City.

After walking about seven or eight miles, we entered a dense forest.

When they were about to head toward the fork in the road heading north, Yiqing reminded them, "I ran into thieves when I came here. They were setting a trap, and I rushed over when they weren't paying attention. They must still be here now."

really!

The two factions encountered a group of fifteen men in black who were lying in ambush there.

With Yiqing's guidance, everyone avoided the trap and rushed through the weeds nearby.

Those men in black still wanted to stop them, but in the blink of an eye, six or seven of them were killed by the two masters in front of them, and the others were scared and fled in all directions.

Lady Ning said, "They set a trap on this fork in the road. It seems they want to force us straight to the west of the city."

"That's right," Yi Qing said, "There were people from the Demon Cult before Guanting. Since there is a fake monk coming today, there must be others who went to report the news."

"The Demon Cult already knows we are coming."

Zhao Rong gave her a kind look.

Master Ding Xian of the Hengshan Sect is trustworthy. If she hadn't sent her disciples to deliver the message, both sects would have suffered a loss.

There is no shortage of masters of the Demonic Cult in Luzhou City.

Xiaoyaojin is located in the northeast of Luzhou City. Everyone got on the trail and ran all the way until nightfall.

I ate some dry food in the evening and got some water from a small river by the roadside.

After that, I worked day and night without stopping.

It was not until midnight that the horses could no longer run and everyone stopped to rest by the roadside.

We took turns keeping watch and slept for two hours leaning against a big tree.

The sky was just getting light and the stars were twinkling. The group did not speed up and walked for more than an hour before finally arriving at the north of Luzhou City.

Half a mile away from the city, seeing that there were few people around, Mr. Mo Da and Sect Leader Yue climbed up the city wall first and looked inside.

Soon he gave a signal on the city wall to let them enter the city together.

"The Xiaoyaojin is connected to the ferry, with puddles everywhere and complex terrain. The shortest way to get there is from the east of the city."

"Uncle Ding arranged the temporary base in the north to avoid being in the sight of the Demon Cult."

"Ah."

"Lead the way, nephew. We will go and meet up with the other factions first."

"it is good!"

After entering the city, everyone slowed down their horses.

Although it was early in the morning, Luzhou City was still bustling with shops lining both sides of the wide streets.

Some shops are already doing business, while others are in the process of removing their doors to open new stores.

Some shop owners woke up to find that their door panels had been removed. They were shocked and went to check the goods, but found that the goods were not lost.

There must be some gangster who was injured and borrowed his door panel.

People were walking back and forth on the street, and sometimes someone would step into a shop filled with a wide variety of goods and bargain with the owner using the phrase "first order of business".

The hawking sounds along the street became louder and louder. The wild cat was frightened and fled to the dark alley. The man selling dog-skin plasters also started shouting.

This kind of bustling atmosphere made the people who had been on their way feel a little more relaxed.

If there was chaos in the city, the scene would definitely not be like this.

Even Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief.

The shops selling breakfast food opened early.

Zhao Rong quickly ran to the front and asked the chef who was preparing the food about some matters of the underworld.

"Young man, I don't know much about the underworld, so how can I know anything about the devil sect or the righteous way?"

"As long as I am alive, I will do this job every day."

"I am not afraid of the gangsters with swords and knives. If they kill me, I will be at peace even if I die. I am only afraid of the petty officials."

A mocking smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Zhao Rong thanked him and asked, "Are the buns cooked?"

The old man became excited: "Of course it's cooked."

Xiang Danian chased after them and pointed into the basket, "These, these, take them all."

Seeing him take out the silver, the old man shouted: "Wait a moment, two heroes!"

Since there was no need to wait, I bought a lot of tofu buns and asked everyone to have a hot bite.

Yiqing led the way and everyone ate as they walked.

The city of Luzhou is very large. We walked through four or five long streets and alleys before we followed Yiqing and turned into an alley with two banyan trees overhanging.

After all, we should choose some hidden places under the nose of Luzhou branch.

The alley was deep and surrounded by greenery, so that even the morning light couldn’t penetrate.

As they walked, everyone shrugged their noses.

Asked Da Nian: "What does it taste like?"

"Is it the smell of blood?"

When everyone looked carefully, they found that the smell of blood mixed with the smell of grass and trees in the morning had formed a strange smell.

But I can still smell the blood.

The expressions of the people from both groups changed slightly, and their nerves that had just relaxed became tense again.

"Master, where is the base?"

"It's right in front!"

Although Yiqing was anxious, she remained calm and did not rush into the depths of the alley. "Those are the courtyards."

"I didn't hear any sound." said Mr. Mo Da.

Sect Leader Yue nodded cautiously: "I didn't hear it either."

"Oh no, the smell of blood is getting stronger!"

Led by Lady Ning, everyone rushed in.

More than a dozen figures rushed into the yard one after another, and the scene before them shocked everyone!
Four or five courtyards
Dead bodies all over the ground!
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