Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 158: Really amazing skills! (8.102k)

Zu Qianqiu and the old man remained calm, and judging by their expressions, they looked like they heard nothing.

Do they know the various masters?
Of course I know him. We had a drink together in Qingyang last time and we called each other brothers.

But
Baiyaomen had no idea what was going on, and was targeted by this guy who was not easy to mess with.

It is said that brotherhood is thicker than blood. When my brother is in trouble, I pretend to be deaf.

Masters, please enjoy it yourselves. We, the Yellow River Ancestor, have no power to take care of this matter.

When the two elders from Baiyao heard what Zhao Rong said, their faces turned pale.

They were experts in assassination and had rarely been threatened at close range in their lives. They felt extremely aggrieved and could not help but tightly grasp the sword in their sleeves, wanting to draw out and stab.

But every time this thought flashed through their minds, they felt terrified.

When an assassin has no confidence in the sword he is about to strike, the probability of failure is over 90%.

The wrinkled eyelids of the two elders from Baiyao were twitching. They knew that if they acted impulsively at this moment, they would not have the chance to go back to Yaogu for dinner.

The dumb old woman gave in and said, "I'll pass this message to the various sect leaders."

The charcoal seller said in a deep voice: "The Hundred Medicine Sect awaits the arrival of the Sword God."

Seeing that the two men understood the situation, Zhao Rong smiled slightly. He was not holding a grudge, he just felt that the wine smelled good.

Turning to look at the Yellow River Patriarch:

"Where did the old man and Mr. Zu come from and where are they going?"

The old man didn't say anything, so Zu Qianqiu answered: "I came from Baoqing Prefecture to find medicine, and went to Quzhou."

"Where are those two?"

The charcoal seller was straightforward: "I have been ordered to inquire about Xiang Wentian in Linjiang Prefecture and Yuanzhou Prefecture, and go to Tongcheng to find the leader of the Tianhe Gang, Huang."

While the old man was speaking, Zhao Rong paid attention to the expressions of the four people.

They are really not on the same path.

Yang Lianting's power is expanding rapidly. The Tianhe Gang is helping him, and the Baiyao Sect is also following the orders of Heimu Cliff. The old man and Zu Qianqiu should be secretly the Saint Aunt's people.

No wonder Senior Jiuguo sold out all of Baiyaomen.

According to the news from Junior Brother Quan
Xiang Wentian did not stay in Yuanzhou Prefecture, as the masters of the Demon Cult had already chased him to the southeast.

It seems that Old Man Baiyao did not tell the truth. He was not investigating Xiang Wentian, but must be investigating who was in contact with Xiang Wentian.

After figuring out all these tricks, he didn't bother to pay attention to them since they had nothing to do with the Hengshan Sect.

Zhao Rong turned and left with the silver.

Not long after he turned around, hurried footsteps were heard in the cabin.

The sailor who was working on the sail rope outside the boat shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

Plop, plop~!

There were four consecutive sounds, and the two elders Baiyao and the old man Huanghe jumped into the river close to the embankment and swam quickly to the shore.

"It's really unlucky to meet this evil star."

The old man came ashore, wiped the water off his flat head with his hands, and looked gloomy.

"Elder Yin, Master She and other masters all died at his hands. It's better for us to stay away from him."

Zu Qianqiu twisted his robe and said, "When I was in Hengyang, I knew he was not easy to mess with. Seeing how he holds a grudge, I will hide from him whenever I see him in the future."

The old man knew he couldn't win, but he cursed in frustration:
"Damn it, I don't know how this kid trained his kung fu."

Zu Qianqiu looked at the two elders of Baiyao Valley and said, "The wine of Baiyao Valley is really delicious. Even Xiaoxiang Sword God is thinking about it. Next time I see the leaders, I will also ask for some wine from them."

The mute old woman had a gloomy face and did not respond to him.

The charcoal seller was worried and in no mood to argue with the old man of the Yellow River. He said goodbye in a hurry, then found the right direction and set off with the mute woman using Qinggong.

At this time, he no longer went to Tongcheng to look for Huang Boliu, but went straight to Lishui.

It seems that Baiyao Valley cannot escape this big trouble.
On the passenger ship.

Zhao Rong watched them swim ashore through the window and found it funny.

These four people are really careful.

There were many people on the passenger ship, most of them were civilians and businessmen on their way. He didn't want to harm innocent people and had no intention of taking action on the ship.

At noon, the painter put away his brush with satisfaction.

After the ink dried, he spread out the painting in front of Zhao Rong.

The paper is filled with ink, only between black and white, but it seems as if there are all the colorful colors in the world.

After seeing the painting, Zhao Rong was shocked.

The young man in the painting has a warm smile on his face and holds a long sword in his hands. He stands in front of a bamboo forest, with bamboo leaves and hair swaying in one direction, as if a breeze is blowing across the paper.

The people in the painting seem alive.

This technique is truly unique.

How could the painter have painted me so vividly if he hadn't even glanced at me a few times just now?

"What's your surname, sir?"

"No need to mention your surname, Wen."

Mr. Wen smiled politely and touched the ink on his sleeve with his hand: "Are you satisfied, sir?"

"Very satisfied, but I have two questions."

"All ears."

Zhao Rong looked at the painting: "Mr. Wen, have you seen me before?"

The painter stiffened slightly when he heard this, and smiled, "First time seeing you."

"Some people you meet many times but never remember, but some people you only need to meet once to never forget."

Mr. Wen said, "If there is a young girl, she would forget me in a flash, not even a passer-by. But if she sees you, I'm afraid she will find it hard to let go."

"I am a painter. I have seen mountains and rivers and the market. There are thousands of landscapes in the mountains and rivers, thousands of people with thousands of faces, and there will be passers-by, and there will also be people in the paintings."

"You are the one in the painting. I only need to take a look at you twice and I can see your image in the painting."

Zhao Rong smiled and agreed with the answer.

"Mr. Wen, since you have seen all kinds of swordsmen, why?"

He pointed at the man in the painting and said, "Will I be the swordsman you will never forget?"

The painter took out the landscape painting he had drawn before and pointed to the steep mountain he had drawn:

"I see the mountain is dangerous, I see the people are energetic."

"Every swordsman has a different temperament. Your temperament is different. Without the sword drawn, it is like a calm lake. With the sword drawn, it is like a waterfall on Mount Lu."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong looked at the inscription on the right side of the painting: The waterfall drops three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way falls from the sky.

Only then did he understand.

It turns out that they were talking about sword energy.

Yes, Mr. Wen has a way.

Zhao Rong took out the old man's heaviest silver ingot of ten taels.

Mr. Wen took the silver and remembered what he had just said, "borrowing silver." He immediately said jokingly, "Your friend is really generous."

"When you go out, you rely on friends."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "If my friend knew that you painted so well, he would definitely be more generous."

Mr. Wen shook his head and sighed, "Young Master, you have already shown your brilliance before you even draw your sword. My painting is still a lot more crude."

He seemed really dissatisfied, and took out a blank scroll from the bamboo cage and painted a similar picture.

But he didn't give it to Zhao Rong and kept it for himself.

……

Time flies and years pass by.

It is said that when the chrysanthemums have all bloomed, the autumn is getting old, and when the tung leaves have fallen, the sound of rain is cold.

After a late autumn rain, as the leaves of the sycamore trees in Leping County fell, the cold air of early winter came with the north wind and swept through the entire Raozhou Prefecture.

Leping is located in the south of Jingde, and the celadon porcelain business is also a major local business.

The Lu family is one of the three oldest families in the local Celadon Guild. Not to mention the dozens of guards trained by the family, they also have a marriage relationship with the Jinzhong Gate in Wannian County.

There are many masters in the Jinzhong Sect, and all the disciples have superb skills.

It was originally quite famous in Raozhou area.

The Lu family's business is stable, and both the black and white worlds will give them face.

But the situation in the underworld has been turbulent recently, and the Golden Bell Sect can't even protect itself, let alone its in-laws.

Lu Wanyan, the head of the Lu family, was originally very panicked.

But since they became friends with Longquan Sword Casting Villa, they finally found a big backer along this line.

The Lu family residence is located in the north of the city, with a single-eaved, hipped roof and three-bay gate facing T-shaped Street.

There was a big red lantern hanging at the door, with stone lions squatting on both sides.

In the evening, a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed like a wealthy man, was standing at the door, looking along the west side of the T-shaped street with a slightly anxious and excited look.

He is the vice president of the Celadon Guild and the head of the Lu family, Lu Wanyan.

Standing next to him was a burly, muscular man. He was Mei Shibing, the leader of the Golden Bell Sect.

Also nearby are the heads of Wannian County's Datong Chamber of Commerce and Poyang City's Sishui Gang.

In Raozhou Prefecture, they are each well-known figures.

At this time, everyone was standing at the door waiting for someone.

In the whole Raozhou, there are less than five people who can make them act like this.

Behind them, there were some young people, about ten in total, both men and women, who came to gain some experience.

There is often curiosity on his face.

"My father didn't tell you, but do you know who is coming today?" a young man in his twenties asked in a low voice.

A woman next to him, dressed in tight clothes, shook her head: "My father didn't say that either."

"I think he must be a very important person." She looked at the most burly figure at the door, with a look of surprise on her face, "Even Uncle Mei is waiting here."

When she said this, everyone around her trembled in their hearts.

Just say he is a businessman.

Mei Shibing, the leader of the Jinzhong Sect, is a man of both internal and external skills. It is a great honor for such a master to be in Raozhou.

at this time
Since they received the carrier pigeon, Master Mei had been standing outside for more than half an hour.

These elders did not show any signs of suffocation after being exposed to the cold wind for such a long time. All that could be felt was surprise and eagerness.

Unfortunately, the elders were extremely tight-lipped and wouldn’t reveal anything.

This time, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until something happens before I can find out who the person is.

They had been warned many times, so they didn't dare to ask at this time and could only suppress their curiosity.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Everyone was startled when the sound of horses urging people to come came from the west side of the T-shaped street.

There were ten riders leading the way, and the two fastest riders in black rode up to the Lu family mansion to report that the people had arrived.

Several elders immediately turned around and reminded:

"Just watch and don't talk nonsense."

"Yes."

Lu Wanyan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the younger generations responding honestly.

Under the current situation in the martial arts world, the identity of the person who came was beyond their imagination.

Even when they received the message from Hengyang, they all felt that it was unrealistic.

after all
It is difficult to see this person even when visiting the mountain, let alone invite him to your home.

A carriage drove over, and the head of the Lu family, the head of the Mei family, the leader of the Sishui Gang and the president of the Datong Chamber of Commerce went to greet it together.

The curtain of the car was opened.

As the setting sun shone, a young man in blue clothes with an extraordinary temperament took a step forward.

The four people who came forward to greet him didn't know if their eyes were blinded by the sunset glow. They just felt a flash in front of their eyes, and when they looked carefully, they saw the man in green had stepped off the carriage and onto the ground.

Master Mei of the Jinzhong Sect had the highest martial arts skills among the four and was extremely shocked.

I didn’t see it clearly, not at all.

If he stabs me with a sword, how can I survive?
This kind of top martial arts master is truly the only one he has ever seen in his life.

But when I took a closer look at that extremely young face, I felt mixed emotions.

A mysterious person cannot be understood by common sense.

"Young man, your visit truly honors our Lu family today!" Lu Wanyan bowed and said with a smile.

This sentence sounds like a polite remark, but it is actually not wrong at all.

The other three also followed the host in greeting and Zhao Rong bowed in return.

"You are so polite."

"I'm sorry to bother you. I feel really uneasy."

"Young man, please come in quickly. I, Lu Wanyan, have been honored with great honor this time." He made way for the door. "A banquet has been prepared in the mansion. Please come and enjoy it."

"I had a drink with you today. If my fellow martial artists knew about this, they would be extremely jealous."

Master Mei smiled and said "please" again.

The other two are invited at the same time.

The four heads of the family invited him to their house three times, which was the highest standard they showed to their fellow men in the martial arts world.

Zhao Rong had nothing to refuse, so he naturally took a step forward towards Lu's mansion.

The young man who had been standing at the door was full of surprise, but quickly restrained himself.

what happened?

The person who came was not a white-haired old man, but a young man in green clothes who was younger than them?
The elders are now respectful, so they naturally dare not look down on them.

I kept guessing about the boy's identity.

When Zhao Rong entered the compound, he realized how grand the Lu family’s preparations were.

Not only did they set up the banquet, they even built a stage.

The stage, with its carved beams and painted rafters and lacquered in gold, could not have been built in a hurry.

As the table was opened, many dishes were served one after another.

The wine is Magu wine made from medicinal herbs such as Polygonum multiflorum and Ganoderma lucidum, and the age is over 20 years old.

Lu Wanyan also introduced it by quoting Yan Zhenqing's words, saying that "three cups can cure diseases, and long-term consumption can prolong life."

As the wine was full, Yiyang Opera began to sound on the stage.

As the saying goes: The tone of Yiyang is too distinct; go and listen to the light beats of Wu dialect; the sheep-horn cart passes by; the road from the South Gate goes across to the North Gate.

Although it is a local famous tune, it has a unique charm.

But Zhao Rong didn't quite understand.

But this was only the first half. As soon as the actors left, several folk art masters came up to perform.

The oriole turns to the yellow oriole, and the plum blossoms play three tunes.
Got it. Now he understood everything.

After finishing the food and drinks, we started to talk about business.

"Are those two still in Leping?"

"exist."

Lu Wanyan said, "It's just five miles outside the city in the north. There used to be a dilapidated temple there, but now it's occupied by them."

“But there are more than just these two.”

"The Raozhou branch of the Demon Cult is in Jingde. They came from Jingde, and they were accompanied by the blue flag soldiers of the branch."

"Originally there were Purple Flags, but they went to Pingxiang some time ago and are almost all dead."

Master Mei said: "These people are quite capable. We can only keep an eye on them and dare not offend the Raozhou branch."

Zhao Rong knew their difficulties and immediately responded, "It's thanks to you that we were able to track down their movements."

"You don't need to do anything, lest the Demon Cult can't find me and will cause trouble for you instead."

Leping is a long distance away from Hengyang. If the Demon Cult retaliates crazily and the Hengshan Sect is unable to provide support in time, they will not be able to withstand it.

He is now quite famous, but not yet famous enough to intimidate the Demon Cult.

The four of them toasted with a few more glasses of wine, and Zhao Rong did not refuse.

Nearing the hour of Xu, the music stopped and the banquet ended.

Lu Wanyan was about to take Zhao Rong to the room to rest, but unexpectedly
"Where is the exact location of the ruined temple?"

Zhao Rong's words startled several people. They looked up at the sky again. There was moonlight, but there was also a thin layer of clouds, so they could only barely see the road clearly.

Master Mei said, "Young man, it's dark now, there might be a trap."

"Why not wait until we get the information tomorrow before we take action?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "I have something to do and I have to travel tomorrow. I won't delay here any longer."

After he said this, Lu Wanyan immediately took out the county map and marked the location of the ruined temple in detail.

"Master Lu, lend me another horse."

"You can choose any horse in the stable." Extraordinary people do extraordinary things, and several people already understood what he was going to do.

At this moment
A servant came up with a teacup.

It is the hangover tea.

Lu Wanyan took it and handed it back to Zhao Rong.

"Leave it here for now. I'll drink it when I come back."

After saying this, he led his horse out of the house and left the city in the moonlight.

The Lu family was originally located in the north of the city, very close to the dilapidated temple.

Lu Wanyan and others chased to the door and watched the figure disappear into the darkness.

"Would you like to follow along?"

"This"

"Since Young Master Zhao said we can't interfere, we should just follow his instructions."

"it is good."

"..."

As they were talking, they returned to the courtyard and, ignoring the inquiring eyes of their juniors, were discussing what to do next.

It felt like only a short while had passed when there was a noise at the door.

Lu Wanyan frowned: "Am I hallucinating?"

"Are there horse hooves at the door?"

"You heard that right."

Si Songhua of Datong Chamber of Commerce and Qu Xianchen, leader of Sishui Gang, said in unison.

Mei Shibing was surprised: "It's impossible, so fast?"

Before they could go out to greet him, the young man in blue had already entered the mansion.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Zhao Rong's clothes were neat, his breathing was even, and there was no smell of blood on his body, they guessed that there was no fight.

Lu Wanyan was thinking about how to express the question "Young man, have you found the way?" in a more tactful tone.
Suddenly Zhao Rong smiled:
"Early tomorrow morning, please go to the north of the city to collect the bodies. Then contact my disciples and ask them to send the bodies of the two men to Yongzhou."

"That's all they know how to do."

Mei Shibing and others responded in a daze.

The two heroes of Mobei who committed several major crimes in Raozhou Prefecture, Nanchang Prefecture and other places, these two guys who were so vicious that they even ate human flesh, just died like this?
Zhao Rong picked up the cup of sobering tea.

The tea is not cold yet, it is just the right temperature at this moment.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Zhao Rong rode the horse given by Lu Wanyan all the way to Hangzhou Prefecture.

After the people gathered in Leping sent him away, they waited until daybreak and took people to the dilapidated temple in the north of the city.

When they arrived, some gangsters had already gathered near the ruined temple.

The noise could be heard from far away.

"Dead! All dead!"

"How were these fatal wounds inflicted?"

"They are all the same wounds. The person who did it must be a master!"

Someone said: "The two heroes of Mobei were quite capable, but they died in the same way as the others. This shows that in the eyes of the person who killed them, they were no different from the others."

"..."

Lu Wanyan, Mei Shibing, Si Songhua, and Qu Xianchen all ran into the ruined temple, followed by their descendants.

Lu Wanyan stepped over the rotten threshold and saw corpses everywhere!
There are at least twenty people!
Just seeing this scene made several people horrified.

There was no difference between the person before he went out and when he came back last night!

How could his body not be stained with the smell of blood after killing so many evil cult thieves in one breath?

They thought their noses were quite sensitive, as they could smell the blood at such a close distance.

Mei Shibing, a master of both internal and external skills of the Golden Bell Sect, was completely confused at this moment.

He was puzzled.
What is going on?

"Dad, look!"

Mei Shibing's son Mei Hongjian cried out in surprise. He turned the corpse of a cultist over and over, pulled open the corpse's shirt, and finally found a wound.

Lu Wanyan and others also gathered around.

"This man only has this one wound on his body. I wonder what weapon was used to inflict the injury?"

"Of course it's the sword."

Mei Shibing responded instantly and squatted down to look at the sword wound. The wound was very small and the bleeding was minimal.

However.
Just this small wound took the life of this reckless man.

At first glance, it is so eerie that it gives you creeps.

A female voice came from the younger generation: "Uncle Mei, how could this person die?"

"My eldest brother got into a fight with someone and was stabbed deeper with a knife, but he is still alive and well."

The person who said this was Lu Wanyan's daughter.

Mei Shibing was the most skilled martial artist among the group. He had already guessed what was going on, so he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He stretched out his calloused right hand and made several gestures on the corpse.

First it was the chicken heart hammer, then the phoenix eye hammer, and finally the sword finger hand.

"These three changes are the basic techniques for acupuncture. Going deeper is the more penetrating inch-force finger."

"Ordinary people who practice this finger strength usually take a square, hard green sandstone weighing 100 jin, drill a hole in it, tie a chain to it, and suspend it in the air."

"If you can point a 200-jin stone in the air and shake it every day, you can achieve the penetrating power of 'hitting the target'."

"Only in this way can you have the power to hit people's acupoints."

Mei Shibing's eyes narrowed. "Then practice your target skills again, and hit the acupuncture points accurately with repeated hammering."

"Once you have mastered the hand techniques, finger strength, and target skills, you can then practice your eyesight."

"Only after you have mastered all four can you press acupoints to block the Qi, or make the person unable to move. Or you can press fatal points, causing the Qi and blood to collide, killing the person in one blow."

Everyone reacted after hearing this: "Uncle Mei, you mean that this man was hit to death!"

Mei Shibing recalled, "It seemed to be the hour of Xu."

"Yes, about three quarters past ten." Lu Wanyan nodded.

As soon as this time was mentioned, everyone understood.

It was at this time when that person left Lu Mansion last night.

Mei Shibing took a step forward and flipped over the dead body's eyelids, which were completely blood red.

"This is."

The younger generations were horrified but also wanted to explore.

Mei Shibing nodded and turned over several more bodies. Their fatal wounds were the same, all at the Shangqu acupoint on their chest.

Everyone's eyes were blood red.

"The qi and blood at Shangqu acupoint broke through the barrier, and this qi rushed in, colliding with it, all the way to the Shenfeng acupoint and Lingxu acupoint."

As he spoke, he touched the two acupuncture points and found that the skin and flesh were soft.

"The qi and blood in the upper part of the foot Shaoyin kidney meridian became chaotic, and the qi and blood in the neck rushed into the brain, killing him instantly."

"The bloodshot eyes are caused by the blood flowing after death."

"The only way to break it is to use the internal Qi and external Qi to recoil after the fatal point is hit, but the Qi of these people is far inferior to others."

It is not easy for Mei Shibing to sort it out slowly.

The people around were not from any big sects and were not familiar with the acupuncture methods. They did not hear it very clearly, but they also knew that it was extremely difficult to do this.

Lu Wanyan looked at the narrow wound and said faintly:

"The fatal points on these people's bodies were actually pointed out by swords."

“Without exception, without fail”

"This kind of swordsmanship is unheard of, it is truly a divine skill."

They saw the bodies of the two heroes of Mobei again. They were taller than the others, like two big bears.

But the way of death was the same, both were caused by a sword piercing Shangqu's acupoint.

The small wound was fatal, and it formed a huge contrast with their broad bodies.

Mei Hongjian's young face showed a dull look:

"Both Mobei heroes are masters, how could they stand still and be stabbed with swords? If they were stabbed with swords, how could the wounds be so small? But they don't have any other wounds. Daddy, I am very confused."

Mei Shibing sighed softly: "The world is full of tricks, and the strength of the top masters is far beyond your imagination."

"When that sword strikes, the two heroes of Mobei will not only see it, but will also try their best to dodge it."

"pity."

"When the Sword God attacks, how can they dodge?"

The matter of the ruined temple was settled, and he was no longer worried about the news leaking out and scaring the two away.

Upon hearing the word "Sword God", the young men from several families suddenly understood.

Yes
that person,
He is Xiaoxiang Sword God.
Lu Wanyan's eyes swept across the corpse in the ruined temple:
"The dead here seem to be the same as those in Yanjin Meilin. They were all killed in one move."

After sighing for a while, they took down two door panels from the dilapidated temple and carried the two heroes of Mobei away.

These two dead bears will be shipped to Yongzhou.

……

"They actually sold the famous horses from Dayuan to horse dealers in Luoyang."

Zhao Rong reined in and walked slowly, walked out of Songhuai Town at noon, and continued to move towards Changshan.

He had been thinking about the famous horses from Dayuan and found it amazing.

This horse was a gift from Wang Yuanba's wife to Lin Pingzhi for his seventeenth birthday.

At that time, it was snatched away from the Gongsun couple by the two heroes of Mobei. Unexpectedly, it had already been sold to a horse dealer in Luoyang. After going around in circles, it is estimated that it will return to Lin Pingzhi's hands.

Stop by the roadside to let the horse rest for a while, and lead it to drink water and eat grass.

In the evening, Zhao Rong rode into a village. He knocked on several doors in succession, but was not welcomed.

People here are very vigilant.

Finally, he met a kind farmer couple at the end of the village who let him stay overnight.

The woman said:

"Young man, we saw that you have a tender face, are gentle and handsome, and are about the same age as my son, so we dared to help you."

"Otherwise, I will treat you as a gangster."

Zhao Rong asked, "Are there many bandits around here?"

The woman's husband said, "Yes, they all came from Quzhou recently and are in the Qianshan village."

"I heard there was a fight going on over there. These bandits bully the weak and fear the strong. They only dare to bully ordinary people like us when they come here."

"A few thieves came the night before yesterday. Zhang San at the entrance of the village was a good man. He exchanged one life for another. Damn, these dogs!"

He cursed loudly in some local dialect that Zhao Rong couldn't understand. It was estimated that all the bandits' generations were cursed.

After a night's rest, the kind peasant woman gave him some bread made of whole grains in the morning.

It was yellowish, but Zhao Rong didn't mind.

He wanted to give her some silver, but the woman refused, saying that she only needed this little food.

Zhao Rong smiled, said goodbye to them, and then rode away from the small and dilapidated courtyard.

After a while, the couple inside chased him out, shouting that he had left something behind.

The couple had the silver in their hands. When they shouted, the young man whipped his horse and disappeared quickly.

At the end of the Si hour, a horse stopped in front of the Qianshan bandit camp.

The screams of the bandits echoed in the mountains.

All the bandits who were skilled in martial arts died on the mountain, and the rest fled for their lives towards Quzhou!
Zhao Rong didn't walk fast along the way.

He carried the property of the Qianshan bandit camp on his back and went to places where there were many bandits.

It was more than 500 miles from Leping to Changshan, and he became a living devil in the eyes of these people.

It was common for them to occupy the thieves' den and sleep there at night.

It was not until the sixth day that he slowly arrived at Changshan.

"Young boy."

"Where are you headed?"

Riding a horse on Changshan Avenue, Zhao Rong was heading northeast.

Because the horse was tired, he dismounted and led it for a slow walk.

A caravan caught up with them from behind, and a head popped out of the carriage and suddenly asked him something.

Zhao Rong turned around and saw a pure white carriage with five red phoenixes on the four ridges of the roof. It was obvious that a noble lady was sitting there.

The person who stuck her head out was a woman in her forties, dressed very elegantly.

"I'm going to Quzhou."

The woman held a string of Buddhist beads in her hand and said gently, "I'm going to Jinhua and will pass by Quzhou. You can come with us."

"There has been a lot of fighting between Changshan and Quzhou recently. It is very dangerous for you to travel alone."

She frowned and said, "I have a nephew who is a little older than you. He is out there on his own and I took care of his funeral."

Zhao Rong smiled when he heard this.

What this person said was unpleasant to hear, but he meant well and spoke the truth.

"drive."

Two small sounds of urging horses were heard, and Zhao Rong saw two strong men in the caravan pulling the reins and turning their horses' heads towards him.

Both of them frowned, their eyes moving back and forth over Zhao Rong.

I always feel that there is something wrong with this boy.

His two brothers were the leaders of the Zhengde Escort Agency, one was called Xiang Zhengbiao and the other was called Xiang Zhengxiong.

This time, the personal escort was sent to escort the lady back to Jinhua.

The sponsor gave a lot of silver, which is a great thing.

In addition, the financier already has guards around him, so it is obviously an easy job.

Never thought.
This lady was a nosy, kind-hearted person who picked up people along the way.

There are a lot of tricks on this road in Quzhou. We picked up a group of people yesterday and picked up another one today.

The escort leaders are also under a lot of pressure.

Seeing that they were not far from Jinhua, they didn't want anything to happen.

"Where are you from, little brother?"

Zhao Rong originally wanted to refuse the good intention, but when he glanced at the group of people, he immediately changed his mind.

“I’m from Hengyang.”

When they heard the word Hengyang, the two escort leaders seemed to have discovered something incredible.

"Hengyang?"

Xiang Zhengxiong was surprised and asked, "Isn't that where Xiaoxiang Sword God is?"

He shook his head and asked, "Brother, why are you traveling alone?"

"I was with someone before, but we just dispersed in Changshan."

"It's not too far to Quzhou, so I went there alone."

“Is it really dangerous?”

The two brothers nodded, but they didn't talk about the specific danger.

After asking a few more questions and giving some instructions, they let Zhao Rong join the team.

However, the escort leader placed him among a more special group of people.

These people were picked up by the sponsor yesterday.

A loaded carriage was vacated, and an old monk was sitting cross-legged on it.

The old monk was wounded, his robe was stained with blood, and his breathing was extremely unstable.

As Zhao Rong approached, the people around the old monk all looked over with vigilance.

Zhao Rong's eyes swept over them.
He is a lay disciple of Shaolin.
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