Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 76: The Wuwei Yamen captures the rebels and kills those who resist with weapons
After opening the door, Wang Qinian, with sweat on his forehead, saw Zhang Yuan and showed surprise on his face.

"I wish you were here too. I went to Dingjia Lane, and Guo Da said you didn't come back."

Arriving at the study and seeing Master Tao, Wang Qinian drank two cups of tea before taking a breath. "A lot of regular customers came to the shop tonight. I went to have a few drinks with them and talked about my past as a woodworking shop owner."

"Tong, the owner of Wanfu Timber Store in the north of the city, said there was a batch of good timber shipped from Beiyan, and he bought it at a very low price."

Beiyan produces timber, but in the past it was transported by ship during the spring and summer when the rivers flooded.

And really good wood is not cheap.

"Old Tong said he thought he could make a fortune, but he didn't expect that many of the wood that looked good were actually hollow." Wang Qinian put the teacup on the table and spoke in a deep voice.

Hollow?

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on the teacup.

"Used to transport people?" Master Tao said calmly.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from Master Tao." Wang Qinian grinned. "Old Tong is also a smart man. How could he let this happen? I've already asked my men to keep an eye on those people."

"I originally wanted to report to the chief officer, but unfortunately he was not here."

"Brother Zhang, these people are probably coming for you."

A killer from Beiyan?
The White Crow Guards, or other martial artists?
It's all possible.

In the study, the three of them were silent.

"Since it's delivered to my door, why not set up a game?" After a moment, Master Tao reached out and ordered some tea, then gently drew a semicircle on the table around the teacup that Wang Qinian had put down.

"Jiulin County?" Zhang Yuan spoke softly, looking at the direction of the semicircular gap.

Master Tao smiled and nodded.

Wang Qinian looked a little confused.

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North of the city.

On both sides of the wide streets, guards in black armor leaned low, holding their weapons tightly.

The darkness of night covered their figures, which were hidden under the shadow of the eaves.

Guo Maoquan, holding the hilt of a long sword, stared at the warehouse door in front of him. Behind him was a team of soldiers holding bows and crossbows, with the crossbows in their hands already strung.

In the warehouse, Zhang Yuan, wearing black soft armor and a black tiger-striped visor on his face, pressed the hilt of the knife and walked slowly forward.

The warehouse was filled with various types of wood, some of which were as thick as two people could hug, and some were three or five meters long.

The scent of various woods is emitted.

"Bam—"

There was a sound of bowstring vibration, and Zhang Yuan raised his hand and drew his sword.

"when--"

A foot and a half long crossbow arrow was cut down by a knife, and the sound of metal clashing echoed loudly.

Before the second crossbow arrow could be shot, Zhang Yuan suddenly swung out the long sword in his hand.

"boom--"

The long sword spun with a whistling sound and stabbed into a big tree on the left, pinning a figure holding a crossbow to it.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

Several crossbow arrows flew towards him in succession.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward, his feet vibrating, and his body was already on the two-meter-high pile of wood, and he stepped down.

Piles of heavy logs rolled down, knocking two figures to the ground with muffled groans coming from their mouths.

“Clang—”

The sound of a long sword being unsheathed was heard, and three figures rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

Late acquired period.

The three of them were running very fast, two in front and one behind. After a few jumps, they were already in front of Zhang Yuan.

Two long swords chopped towards Zhang Yuan's head, and one sword cut horizontally and stabbed towards his armpit from the right side.

Zhang Yuan did not dodge or evade. He raised his left arm, and layers of green light swirled around his arm.

"when--"

The long sword that was about to chop down was blocked by his arm armor infused with true energy. The long sword rolled back, and the bodies of the two warriors in the late stage of the acquired realm fell down from the pile of wood.

The other long sword was blocked by the arm armor on his right arm, and then he swung it up and punched out.

The mountains and rivers move, shaking the hills.

"Bam—"

A horizontal punch hit the chest of the swordsman, knocking his body five feet away and crashing into the pile of wood, collapsing it. "Innate Realm!"

It was not until this moment that a low cry was heard in the warehouse.

As soon as Zhang Yuan stepped into the warehouse, the secret sentry immediately shot with a crossbow. The others also did not hesitate at all and attacked silently to surround and kill him.

These methods are not what a martial artist should use.

A faint true energy lingered on Zhang Yuan's arms, revealing a hint of green light.

This is the sign of the innate realm.

"Black Tiger."

Someone shouted softly from the nearby woodpile, then leaped into action.

This was a thin warrior. He stepped on the wind with one step, and a green light flashed around his body. He held a short knife diagonally in his hand. He crossed the distance of five meters in two steps and slashed the short knife across Zhang Yuan's neck.

The faint green light on the blade revealed his identity as a Xiantian realm.

The blade covered with true energy is so sharp that it can easily penetrate armor.

With the blessing of innate true energy, his speed and strength are far beyond what the acquired realm can achieve.

When the blade reached in front of him, Zhang Yuan raised his right arm, infused his true energy into his arm armor, and blocked the oncoming blade.

"when--"

The blade only scratched Zhang Yuan's arm armor, and the innate realm warrior had already turned behind Zhang Yuan, swung his arm in a semicircle, and stabbed the short knife towards Zhang Yuan's vest.

Whether in terms of timing or the power of movement, the Xiantian realm warriors are countless times better than the late-stage acquired realm warriors.

Zhang Yuan stood there, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he kicked forward with his left foot.

"Bam—"

The Xiantian realm warrior holding the knife flew backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth.

One strike, injuring a Xiantian realm master!

On the other side, an old man in a gray robe took a step forward, holding a soft sword that shone with light, and stabbed at Zhang Yuan's waist.

The green light on the sword body gathered sword energy, like flowing clouds.

Jianghu swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship on the battlefield emphasizes heavy chopping and stabbing, with the sword tip dragging straight back and forth, opening and closing widely.

The sword techniques in Jianghu mostly adopt a light and agile approach, picking, stabbing, poking, and lifting, using the power of moving and circling to fight continuously.

Seeing the sword coming, Zhang Yuan did not take it head-on this time. Instead, he took a step forward and flew to the long sword that he had nailed to the pile of wood before. He grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out.

The warrior he nailed fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The old man holding the sword was like a blue cloud, and the sword light flashed.

Zhang Yuan held the knife in both hands, took half a step forward, and suddenly swung the blade forward to meet the sword.

The mountains and rivers moved, splitting the mountains.

This sword technique reveals the decisiveness of martial arts on the battlefield, the blade is cold and the green light is lingering.

The old man holding the sword snorted coldly, and changed the soft sword from stabbing to stabbing. A three-inch sword light flashed on the sword tip instantly.

Three-inch sword energy, the swordsmanship is perfected.

"when--"

When the swords collided, the gray-robed old man turned pale in an instant and staggered back.

A foot-long blade of energy slashed down from Zhang Yuan's long sword, directly cutting off the soft sword!

"The strength of five bulls!"

"retreat--"

The grey-robed old man shouted softly and slapped a log that was as big as a man's embrace with his palm. The log weighing a thousand pounds fell down on Zhang Yuan's head.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and cut the log in half with a knife. He saw the gray-robed old man and the knife-wielding Xiantian realm cultivator had already jumped out of the window.

Zhang Yuan flew after him and raised his hand to send a firework into the sky.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

The sound of fireworks exploding covered up the sound of crossbows shooting towards the warehouse.

"rush!"

Guo Maoquan shouted loudly and rushed towards the warehouse door with a long knife in his hand.

"The Wuwei Yamen will arrest the rebels, and those who resist with weapons will be killed—"

(End of this chapter)