Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 214: The Eagle of the Blue Sky (Thirteen)
Hidden behind the Qinglin Mountain Road, the sound of the carriage became clearer and clearer.

From the shouting just now, it is not difficult to tell that it is the Qianxi dialect.

I think he is a local, so he must know the way.

The brother and sister got off the horses and leaned against the shade of the trees beside the road holding the reins. They had excellent hearing and waited for a while. Then they saw a brown-red horse with a straight head and small ears next to the protruding rocks at the corner of the mountain road.

This horse is shorter than the horses in the north, but it has a strong physique and is agile. It is an excellent horse breed for both pack riding and mountain riding.

As well as being the local Qianxi horses, most of the people travelling in groups along the mountain trail are merchants.

The bells under the horses' necks were swinging, and the clear tinkling sounds were particularly melodious on the Qinglin Ancient Road down the slope.

The caravan had more and more people and formed a long dragon!
Although there are many fur merchants in Panzhou who drive furs to the grasslands on the slope, a caravan of this size is probably only found in Liangdu.

The brother and sister took a quick glance and noticed something was wrong.

The guards hired by this caravan were unusual and obviously not from the same group.

"嘘嘚嘚"

Seeing two people blocking the road ahead, several thin men on horseback in front of the caravan first slowed down their pace to look at them. After seeing that they were clearly a boy and a girl, they naturally relaxed their vigilance.

A middle-aged man wearing a red cap immediately urged his horse to arrive in front of the Gusu siblings before the others.

Zhao Yuyan bowed to him and said:
"Big brother, are you going to Panzhou Grassland?"

The middle-aged man's voice was very rough: "Yes, little brother, I'm stopping here, do you have anything to say?"

"This is our first time here, and we don't know the path," Zhao Yuyan asked politely, "could you please help us and let us follow you all the way up the slope?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand:
"You're welcome. It's not a big deal if you follow me."

He glanced at the boy and girl again, frowned slightly and reminded them: "You young people who have just entered the martial arts world, it is better to go to crowded and safe places to see the world, and avoid going to unfamiliar and dangerous places."

"There have been many fights on the Panzhou grasslands recently. If you really want to go to the grasslands, it's best to wait for a year or so."

Zhao Yuyan knew that he had good intentions, so he couldn't help asking:
"What's the fight?"

The team behind was about to catch up. The middle-aged man adjusted his red cap and spoke in a low and hurried voice:

"There are many strangers who will be traveling with you to the grassland."

"Let's get out of here soon."

That was all he had to say.

If I continue, the people behind me will be able to hear it.

This middle-aged man was obviously the caravan guard, with a strong Guizhou accent. After he finished speaking, he ignored the siblings and shouted a loud slogan behind him.

The leaders of the caravan looked at the brother and sister and responded.

Naturally, they couldn't understand the local dialect and secret language spoken by the caravan guards.

It was just obvious that the horses were moving faster, the sound of the mule and horse wheels pressing on the dirt road became louder, and accompanied by the sound of horse bells, the Qinglin Mountain Road suddenly became noisy.

The Gusu siblings stepped aside and prepared to lower themselves behind the caravan.

Wherever the carriages and horses passed, eyes swept over them.

But I didn't look at it for long.

There are many young people roaming the world, it's nothing rare.

Zhao Yuyan and Zhao Fei were also looking at the caravan.

In addition to the legitimate businessmen, helpers and guards, there were also bodyguards they hired.

Judging from the traces left by the carriages, there was no heavy cargo in the vehicles. Occasionally, a merchant would lift the curtains, but the vast majority of them were empty, and it seemed that they were transporting goods to the grassland.

There aren't many of these serious caravans.

The queue can form a long queue because there are many people from the underworld who are not part of the caravan also following in it.

Just by looking with the naked eye, you can tell that there are good and bad people mixed together.

They followed behind the team, and in front of them were a few long-faced men with long whips hanging from their waists and grim eyes.

A little further ahead, there appeared a group of lamas in red. They wore Dharma hats made of golden silk brocade with round pointed tops. There was a long strip on each side of the hat that covered both sides of the ears and extended to the shoulders.

It was obvious at first glance that these people were not good people, as each of them had a gleaming scimitar hanging from his waist.

"We have encountered those guys with long swords in the middle before in Panzhou City. They seem to be from the Four Sword Sect."

"What's so strange about that?"

"The Four Sword Sect is a force in Luodingzhou, and it's not far from Panzhou."

Zhao Yuyan shook his head and said, "What I mean is, since they are not far from Panzhou, they should know how to get to the grassland. Why do they want to go with these people?"

Zhao Fei chuckled:
"Not to mention Luo Dingzhou, I guess there are also many local Panzhou forces among them."

"They all went there for the legacy."

"These people can gather together. Some of them must be thinking that they don't know where the lost engraving is, and someone in the team must know it, so more and more people are following."

"makes sense"

Zhao Yuyan looked towards the front of the caravan and said, "The elder brother who spoke to us earlier must have misunderstood us and thought we were the same as these people, so he spoke out to persuade us."

"Let's go."

Zhao Fei got on his horse again and said, "This grassland is very large. The location where the remains were discovered was difficult to find. There are several places in Panzhou City where they were found. I don't know which one is the real one."

"We'll follow suit and fish in troubled waters."

Zhao Yuyan joked: "I'm afraid it's like drawing water with a bamboo basket."

“The original remains of the inscription may have been destroyed long ago.”

"It would be best if there is some handwriting, but I won't force it if there isn't. I'm just curious and want to take a look."

They chatted for a few words and then followed the large group of people walking on the winding mountain road.

Because of the heavy rain a few days ago, part of the mountain road collapsed and it took a long time to clear the road.

Some roads were completely blocked and it was impossible to travel at all.

Fortunately, with the help of an acquaintance, we found the fork in the road.

After several twists and turns, I finally climbed up the mountain from the foot to the top.

In the evening, a strange scene suddenly appeared before the brother and sister.

The world seemed to suddenly become clear.

Looking into the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the grassland. The breeze blows, and the grass waves surge like waves of a green sea.

The setting sun rises above the green waves, creating faint golden ripples.

The scimitars on the lamas' waists seemed to be brighter.

The caravan traveled a few more miles and stopped by the river.

It's colder here than down the mountain, especially at night.

Several bonfires were lit, and it looked like they were not going to leave.

The Gusu siblings managed to get by with just some dry food.

Although they did not prepare any clothes for the night, they all had internal strength and were not afraid of the cold night.

As the stars and the moon rise, dusk falls and the surroundings become hazy.

The caravan members formed a circle and camped together separately, being extremely wary of the surrounding gangsters.

Late night
When the light of the campfire dimmed, the Gusu siblings leaning against the horses opened their eyes almost at the same time.

No one dared to fall asleep at this moment.

Pay attention to any slight disturbance.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!”

In the middle of the night, a wolf howl woke up many people. Under the moonlight and grass, gray wolves were walking through the green grass.

They stared at the caravan from afar.

But this huge group is not something the wolves can afford to provoke.

These guys are very smart. Apart from howling from a distance, they don't come forward to harass us.

What surprised Zhao Fei and Zhao Yuyan was that only the wild wolf disturbed their sleep that night, while the many underworld forces with their own thoughts did not interfere with each other and no fighting took place.

"Sister, are we leaving the team?"

"Do not."

"Follow"

The next day, the Gusu siblings, like many other Jianghu forces, continued to follow the caravan.

This is extremely strange. How can we find the lost inscriptions by following the caravan?

The merchants in the caravan were also very shrewd, and they seemed to know why these people from the underworld came to Panzhou grassland.

then
They slowed down their pace and walked only a few miles the next day before finding a herdsman's family and collecting some furs.

There are foxes and prairie wolves.

After that, they made no further moves and remained stationed again.

"I heard that the leader of the caravan is Jian Yanzeng, the president of the Panzhou Chamber of Commerce. More than 40% of the fur business in the Panzhou grasslands is handled by him."

"To be able to make such a big living, he is indeed not a simple person."

The next night, Zhao Yuyan couldn't help but praise him.

Perhaps because of the coldness of the grassland, Zhao Fei's voice also sounded rather cold: "People in the underworld have their own ways, and businessmen have their own ways of survival."

"Jian Yanzeng didn't dare to offend these underworld forces, lest he cause trouble, so he couldn't drive them away."

"As long as we delay our progress for a few days, they will lose patience and will naturally retreat because they are looking for the lost inscriptions."

"This way, the trouble is solved without offending anyone directly."

The night remained peaceful.

On the third day, some idle people in the martial arts world could not stay any longer and left the team to look for the lost inscriptions alone.

The first person left, and the people who were originally hesitant followed.

About forty-five people left the team.

It seems like a lot, but it is only 10% of the large group of people.

None of the lamas carrying scimitars left.

Until the sixth day, the caravan was still struggling, but the number of people who left in the following days was only as many as on the third day.

"There's something strange about the caravan."

Zhao Yuyan's gaze passed through the green grass and fell on the middle-aged guard who had spoken to them before.

"Ah."

Zhao Fei nodded. She saw a lama wearing a Dharma hat rummaging through his bag and then talking to another person in a gibberish.

She used all her strength and heard some of the content.

But I can't understand what they are saying.

Suddenly, a gleam of wisdom flashed in her eyes:
"It's time to take action."

"How did sister know?"

Zhao Fei gestured in the direction of the lama: "There are so many of them, and they have eaten all the food they brought."

Zhao Yuyan glanced in the direction of the Lama.

He saw a fat and big-eared lama who looked like a leader took off the scimitar from his waist and was rubbing it with his thumb.

A few people were talking nearby, and the fat and big-eared Lama leader nodded slightly.

suddenly
The great lama, who was holding his breath, raised his head and swept his sharp eyes in the direction of Zhao Yuyan.

He saw a young man talking to a girl wearing a gauze curtain.

He glanced towards the two people again, and finally withdrew his gaze.

"so close."

Zhao Yuyan let out a breath.

Zhao Fei glanced at him unhappily: "This man should be a master of the secret sect. If you stare at him like this, he will naturally find out."

“Strange.”

Zhao Yuyan touched his chin and thought: "According to common sense, the Panzhou relics have been passed down from the grassland. Now the masters have tracked them down to Liangdu. I thought the people who came here to trace the origins were just a small sect in the secret sect."

"The core character should be chased to Liangdu."

"How come there is such a master here?"

Zhao Fei shook his head: "I can't guess it, but I'll probably know tonight."

The caravan camped in a circle beside the river.

The atmosphere outside the circle is getting weirder.

The people in the martial arts world who lived on the edge of a knife were extremely sensitive. Many of them noticed something was wrong and secretly checked their weapons and hidden weapons.

Some people were afraid and left the team in a hurry as night fell.

Inside the tallest carriage in the caravan, someone lifted the curtain and stood on the front rack, looking around.

The man was over fifty years old, wearing a gray-brown robe, a round hat, and had a thin face.

His eyes were very deep.

It was Jian Yanzeng, the president of Panzhou Chamber of Commerce.

He looked around and returned to the carriage, only to find that there were two people sitting inside.

Inside the carriage, all three of them were frowning.

They were whispering and discussing something.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark again.

This time, the howling of prairie wolves sounded from afar just as night fell.

The wolves were not coming for them, but were calling their companions from afar to surround and kill their prey.

After the Gusu siblings had eaten and drunk their fill, they closed their eyes and rested.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet!

No one was talking, only the low chirping of insects.

A cool breeze blew, and the dark clouds in the sky moved slightly. The cold and clear light illuminated the outlines of people on the grassland, as if the shadows of swords were stretched and elongated.

There was a rustling sound, I couldn't tell if it was the sound of grass leaves rustling, or the sound of clothes being lifted by the people walking around.

Several bonfires are swaying and jumping!
suddenly!

A black shadow flashed in front of the campfire, and then passed by the caravan carriage at a high speed.

There are no superfluous words.
Almost in an instant, seven or eight screams were heard at the same time!
I don’t know how these people distinguish between friends and foes, but they attack the people around them without any hesitation.

Some people didn't react in time and were suddenly stabbed in the back!
The red-robed Lama moved extremely quickly, wielding his scimitar and killing a dozen or so idle gangsters nearby!
"Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"

"Ah~!!"

A long, shrill howl shook the campfire, and in the flickering flames, the fat-headed and big-eared Lama leader used his lightness skills to catch up with a fleeing gangster.

He pressed his palm on the man's back, and the fierce palm force passed through his body.

The man was hit so hard that blood spurted out of his chest!

“Hey hahaha~!!”

The great lama laughed loudly, and his powerful inner strength shook the whole area.

Those who wanted to fish in troubled waters only discovered this.
It turns out that the water has always been clear!

"Kill~!"

The screams, cries of killing, and sounds of desperate escape instantly shattered the quiet night! !
"Boom~!!"

A loud bang sounded from the side of the caravan carriage.

I saw three steel whips lashing in the air, with the tails hooked on the roof of the carriage. They shook the steel whips and directly overturned the roof.

This is the carriage of Jian Yanzeng, the president of Panzhou Chamber of Commerce.

What I didn't expect was.
It turns out that President Jian is also a master, and three people flew out of the carriage at once!
They attacked at the same time, hitting the three people who swung the whips.

The figures intertwined, one of them stepped back, one covered his shoulder wound, and the man wielding the whip vomited blood and fell to the ground!

In just a short moment, everyone around picked up their weapons and joined in the fight!

“It turned out to be two groups of people.”

Zhao Fei finally saw the situation clearly.

"Sister, don't just stand there, get started!"

At this time, the young man was full of vigor and suddenly had his own ideas.

He was seen flying and running towards the caravan carriage.
……

(End of this chapter)