Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Those old monsters who had lived in seclusion in the mountains for years and were indifferent to worldly affairs all set off down the mountain after hearing that "ordinary people can kill top-notch masters with this divine weapon in one blow."

For these old monsters who have lived most of their lives and whose cultivation has reached its limit but who are still unable to break through the bottleneck, a divine weapon that an ordinary person can use to kill a first-class expert would be unimaginable if it fell into their hands!

In an instant, all sorts of martial arts figures from the Great Xia Kingdom flocked to the scene like sharks smelling blood.

The first person in Cangwu County to notice something amiss was Old Sun, the yamen runner on duty at the city gate.

He guarded the city gate of Cangwu for most of his life. He could count how many people came to this official road every day and what kind of people they were, even with his eyes closed.

In the past, apart from a few traveling merchants carrying loads and farmers from the surrounding villages who came to the market, you could hardly see any unfamiliar faces at the city gate all day long.

But things have been different these past few days. Before dawn, people are already waiting outside the city gate with horses to let people into the city.

Some were wearing Taoist robes and carrying long swords.

Some wore straw hats with the brim pulled low, obscuring their faces.

Some of them were in groups of three or five, talking in hushed tones with accents from other places, their waists bulging, clearly carrying weapons.

After the city gates opened, they didn't rush on their way. Instead, they went into a tea stall near the city gate and ordered a pot of tea.

Ask the waiter about Lianhai County: how to get there, how high the city wall is, what the Flying Tigers are, and what the county magistrate's name is.

The waiter, annoyed by the questions, gave a few perfunctory replies. The people, however, were not bothered. After finishing their tea, they got up and went into the city, strolled around the streets, and then came out again, as if they were scouting the area.

When the news was reported back to the Lianhai County government, Lin Mo was reviewing Lianhai County's first three-year plan.

He put down the booklet in his hand and flew the drone around the official road from Cangwu to Lianhai. The aerial images transmitted back on the screen made him frown more and more.

Along the official road, every solitary martial artist or small group of Jianghu warriors could be seen at intervals, some on horseback and some on foot, all heading towards Lianhai.

He was familiar with the movement techniques of some of them; their lightness skills and level were beyond what ordinary rogue cultivators could achieve.

He issued several commands to make the drone return to base automatically.

All gates of Lianhai County were immediately closed, and no one except residents with local household registration was allowed to enter the city.

A curfew is in effect in the county town; after dark, no unauthorized persons are allowed to linger outside.

The Flying Tigers were all dispersed and sent out as lookouts along the city wall. If any suspicious persons were found attempting to climb over the wall or sneak in, they were shot dead without warning.

At the same time, Cangwu County strengthened its defenses, and the Qianhu Office dispatched 100 soldiers to reinforce the city. The city was sealed off and investigated according to the same standards. In addition to the previously registered refugees, all outsiders were expelled. If they disobeyed, they were killed on the spot!

As soon as the order was given, the city walls of Lianhai County immediately sprang into action.

The sentries took their positions one by one according to the deployment map drawn by Lin Mo. Each sentry post was equipped with a radio, and any abnormalities were reported directly on the channel.

Yue Pengniao personally led the soldiers of the Thousand Households Office to post notices at the city gate, spreading the news of the city's lockdown.

Although the people in the city didn't know what had happened, the county magistrate who could ensure they had enough to eat and drink during the famine had become their idol!

If the magistrate says to seal off the city, then seal it off; he must have his reasons.

After news of the lockdown of Lianhai County spread, the teahouses at the east gate of Cangwu County were packed with people.

The waiter, carrying a teapot, squeezed through the gaps between the tables, shouting "Excuse me, excuse me!" His sweat dripped into the teacup, but no one paid any attention.

The teahouse was noisy and bustling, with people speaking in all sorts of accents.

Some people are complaining that the city gates closed too quickly, leaving no place to even step.

Someone is boasting that they have connections with so-and-so in Lianhai County and are sure they can get in.

Most people just sip their tea in silence, listening intently to glean useful information from others' casual conversations.

The table by the window was reserved by the three leaders of Qingyun Village.

The leader, Qin Lie, was a burly man with a thick beard. He had a ghost-headed knife lying across the table, taking up most of it. Sitting opposite him was Xie Wenyuan, the strategist of Black Wind Ridge. Both of them were well-known figures in the Hezhou Green Forest Road.

Qin Lie took a big gulp of wine, slammed the bowl down on the table, and slapped his sword sheath while cursing:

"Damn it, now that this guy surnamed Lin has closed the city gates, I don't even know if he's round or flat."

Xie Wenyuan shook his folding fan, his tone unhurried:

"Master Qin, please calm down. The walls of Lianhai County are now covered with those fire-breathing devices. We can't force our way in."

However, there are plenty of people among these people who want to take advantage of the chaos; there will always be some fools who can't resist making the first move. We can just wait and watch the show.

Just as Qin Lie was about to reply, a disciple dressed in the robes of the Sun Moon Cult at the next table suddenly slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and roared at the counter, his face flushed:

"Shopkeeper, are you deaf? Where's my wine?!"

The waiter had just trotted over with a pot of wine and hadn't even had a chance to put it on the table when the disciple kicked him in the stomach. He tumbled and scrambled to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the table leg next to him. He was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes.

The shopkeeper hurriedly ran out from behind the counter, bowing and apologizing.

Before he could finish speaking, the disciple had already drawn his long sword from his waist, and placed the blade directly against the shopkeeper's neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

He stepped on the shopkeeper's shoulder, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Does your shabby shop think we, the Sun Moon Cult, are easy to bully?"

"I'll show you what rules really are today!"

The noise in the teahouse suddenly stopped.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to the table.

Qin Lie and Xie Wenyuan exchanged a glance, said nothing, and simply placed their hands on their weapons without making a sound.

In the corner of the teahouse, two wandering monks who were playing chess put down their pieces and slowly moved towards the door.