The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 67 Keeping an Appointment
Seven days later.

"Drive, drive, drive..."

The sky was bright and there were few people on the official road.

Wang Yi led a team of a hundred tall horses, raised a long ochre dragon, and flew rapidly towards the West Mountain of Guangping Prefecture.

"Young Master, what is the purpose of the Qing Gang leader meeting with us at Xishan Post Station? Is he seeking revenge?" Yan Zhendong squinted his eyes and kept scanning the mountains and forests on both sides of the official road, guarding against any enemy ambushes in the mountains and forests.

Wang Yi held the reins with one hand, his body rising and falling rhythmically as the horse galloped. The dragon of his spine shook the muscles, bones and skin all over his body, vibrating his body inside and out, subtly strengthening his physical foundation.

At the same time, the abdomen turned red, generating fire in the stomach, digesting the Qi and Blood Pill made from 500-year-old medicinal materials in the stomach.

Qi and Blood Pills were divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade and top-grade due to the different effects of their age, corresponding to ten-year-old medicinal materials, one-hundred-year-old medicinal materials, five-hundred-year-old medicinal materials and one-thousand-year-old medicinal materials.

What he is taking now is the top grade, and the caravan guards consume the middle grade on a daily basis. As for the lower grade, apart from selling it to the outside, it is also used by the students of Limin Academy for health care and foundation building.

Wang Yi smiled faintly: "Since the other party has clearly invited you with a carriage and horse, it is not just for revenge. As for the purpose, you will know when you arrive."

When he was leaving Guangping Prefecture, the leader of the Qing Gang sent someone to deliver a handwritten invitation letter, inviting him to go to Xishan Post Station for a while, and clearly stated that it was a sincere invitation from the former leader of the Qing Gang.

After asking Zhang Shan, he learned that the former leader of the Qing Gang was a grandmaster of Hua Jin. Out of curiosity, he decided to find out more. If he could fight with this grandmaster of Hua Jin, he might gain something extraordinary.

Besides, he had already ordered Li Hu to lead the secret guards to investigate at Xishan Post Station.

If the leader of the Green Gang really had any evil intentions, the more than one hundred fully armed business guards led by him and the two teams of secret guards who were skilled in fighting were enough to ensure their own safety.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhendong silently raised his hand and made several gestures to the guards behind him, indicating that they should prepare for a full-scale battle.

Upon seeing this, the guards behind him took out their short-handled muskets from their waists and checked them. After confirming that they were correct, they put them back into the leather holsters on their waists. Then they quietly adjusted their own states, ready to fight to the death at any time.

The team galloped all the way.

After just over an hour, the outline of the post station could be seen in the distance.

The ground in front of the post station was still covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood filled the sky.

More than three hundred burly men dressed in tight-fitting green shorts, with scabbarded swords hanging from their waists and blue felt hats on their heads, lined up in an orderly manner on both sides of the door with solemn expressions.

Wang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to signal the team to slow down. When he arrived fifty meters in front of the post station, he pulled hard to stop his horse. Seeing this, the people behind him tightened the reins together, and the whole team stopped in unison.

As the team stopped, Li Hu swiftly jumped out from the forest on the right, and came to Wang Yi's side with a few leaps. He bowed and reported: "Boss, there are no Qing Gang troops ambushing in the surrounding forests. This time, the enemy only brought 300 troops."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in a gray cloth gown and holding an ink-colored paper fan in his hand hurriedly walked towards the group.

The man in gray came up to Wang Yima and bowed with a smile on his face, saying, "Greetings, Grandmaster Wang. I am Du Feng, the Left Protector of the Qing Gang. I am here to greet you on the orders of Old Gang Leader Liang."

Wang Yi's eyes were solemn, and he said calmly: "I am not worthy of the title of Grand Master." He glanced at the entrance of the post station and asked casually: "Where is your leader? Why do you look down on me, Wang?" Du Feng hurriedly smiled and said: "How could that be? The leader needs to take care of the old leader Liang and can't spare time to welcome the distinguished guests, so he ordered me, Du, to come and welcome Young Master Wang." He made a gesture of invitation and stepped aside to make way.

Wang Yi nodded thoughtfully, turned over and landed on the ground, then handed the reins to Li Hu, put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Lead the way." After that, he walked into the post station.

"Please come in, Young Master Wang." Du Feng glanced at Yan Zhendong and the others, a solemn look flashed in his eyes, then he concealed the look and followed behind Wang Yi with a smile on his face.

Yan Zhendong dismounted from his horse, and with a group of guards behind him, he slowly pressed towards the Qing Gang members in front of the post station.

Li Hu led the horse to the side, put his thumb and index finger in his mouth, and blew a loud whistle.

As soon as the whistle sounded, ten black-clad secret guards from the woods on both sides of the post station surrounded them with cold expressions.

The Green Gang member at the entrance of the post station raised his eyes to glance at the guards and secret guards who were surrounding him, raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and glanced around indifferently, without showing any fear on his face.

The smile on Du Feng's face did not change at all because of the sudden encirclement. He continued to lead the way for Wang Yi.

"Please wait a moment, sir." Li Hu said, and called a team of secret guards, who rushed into the post station without any concealment to investigate the situation.

Wang Yi saw that the expressions of the Qing Gang members had not changed at all, and he raised his brows. He raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop, and without stopping, he walked into the post station with Du Feng.

After taking a quick look at the situation inside the post station, he found that apart from Li Hu and the secret guards, there were only a middle-aged man and an old man.

The middle-aged man was of sturdy build and resolute face. He was wearing a simple aqua blue gown and had a shiny black braid behind his head.

The old man had a gray face, a withered body, and his breathing was intermittent. Under his yellow and white patched linen clothes, he had slender muscles with clear textures, full of the beauty of strength.

The two of them have an aura of superiority and their faces are very similar.

The middle-aged man held the old man's shoulder with one hand, and at the same time carefully fed a spoonful of brown medicine into the old man's slightly open mouth.

Seeing Wang Yi coming, he put down the soup spoon and said apologetically: "Master Wang, I am Liang Yuan, and this is my father Liang Hu. I am sorry to meet you in this way..."

The old man tried to raise his eyelids, a divine light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and he stared at Wang Yi for a long while before praising in a hoarse voice:

"Your eyes are fixed, your breath is long, and you practice Kung Fu whether you are walking, sitting or lying down. Your external and internal Kung Fu have penetrated into your marrow, and your pores of vital energy are about to close. You have already started practicing Kung Fu. Tsk... No wonder Brother Yang praised you so highly, you are truly an amazing young man."

Wang Yi came and sat down opposite the two of them, looked at them for a while, and asked in surprise: "Senior Yang Wudi?"

Liang Yuan nodded: "My father and Senior Yang are old acquaintances, and we can say they have a life-long friendship."

"Interesting... a life-and-death friendship? As soon as I left Chenjiagou, I was surrounded and killed by the elite members of your Qing Gang's Guangping branch. You tell me this is a life-and-death friendship?" Wang Yi smiled without comment, tapped the table with his index finger, and looked at the two of them with amusement.

In fact, he had already believed it halfway in his heart. There were indeed only the father and son in the room, and there was no use of swordsmen or axemen. This frank attitude could easily win the trust of others.

(End of this chapter)