Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"Guinong! You...you said you'd take me far away and never care about the grudges and feuds of the martial world again..."

Inside the carriage, Shui Sheng was eating her dry rations when Xiao Long Nu placed a hot water bottle beside her, lifted the curtain with her fingertips, and glanced towards the forest.

With Qin Han's current level of skill, he could hear everything clearly, even within a radius of 500 meters. When he heard the woman call out the words "Gui Nong," his expression became somewhat strange.

(Tian Gui Nong?)

Just now, I was pondering whether Hongli or Wu Sangui would get in touch with the Green Dragon Society, and now I heard the name Guinong.

His divine senses penetrated the forest, and everyone in the clearing was present; they all fell into his perception.

Seven Tianlongmen disciples, each wielding a long sword, formed a circle. The woman in the center, with her hair disheveled, was none other than Miao Renfeng's wife, Nan Lan.

Tian Guinong stood right in front of her.

The brocade robe was still the same brocade robe, and the collar was neatly trimmed. However, as soon as Nan Lan took a step forward, he raised his sword and stood between the two of them.

The person who once promised to run away with me now seems like a completely different person.

"Heh, you still have the nerve to say that? With your washed-up, stale appearance, you've been pretending to be innocent for over a month, and I haven't touched you at all. If it weren't for the map to the King of Chuang's treasure, would I have put up with you until now?!"

"I'm asking you, where exactly is your dead husband's Cold Moon Sword hidden?!"

Nan Lan swayed precariously, no longer caring about the phrase "a withered flower and a broken willow."

"What...what did you say? Miao Renfeng...how could he be dead?!"

Didn't Miao Renfeng win that duel?

She remembered hearing that Miao Renfeng had won, so how did he become dead in Tian Guinong's mouth?

Tian Guinong handed the sword to her.

"Hand over the Cold Moon Blade right now! If you keep playing dumb with me, I'll hand you over to them!"

One of the disciples surrounding Nan Lan took a half step forward, his boot tip touching the hem of her skirt that was trailing on the ground. The others chuckled and waited for Tian Guinong to speak.

The hem of her skirt tugged at her hem, causing her to stumble. Turning around, she met those gazes, and Nanlan quickly gathered her loose collar together.

Along the way, she only cared about following Tian Guinong.

Tian Guinong told her to avoid acquaintances, so she did. She said she couldn't let the Miao people catch up with her, and she didn't even dare to mention the idea of ​​asking about her daughter too often.

In the end, she only realized the look in the eyes of the people behind her at this moment.

"Miao Renfeng... he's really dead? That's impossible!"

Tian Guinong got annoyed by what he heard and thought he had the victory in his grasp.

"Still thinking about him winning that duel? Their weapons were already coated with deadly poison. Whether it's Miao Renfeng or Hu Yidao, whoever wins or loses, they're both going to die!"

Nan Lan's lips moved a few times.

The person in front of her was still smiling, as if what she had just said were just two trivial matters that had already been taken care of, but she couldn't even catch her breath.

"You...you and Miao Renfeng aren't best friends? Why...why did you want to harm him?!"

Tian Guinong sneered. He even coveted his brother's woman, let alone any brotherly affection from the past.

Now that he wants to join the Qing Dynasty's Sticky Rod Office, he needs to produce enough proof of loyalty, and the treasure of the rebel king that the Miao family has been guarding is naturally his target.

He has been holding out until now for two reasons: first, he still hasn't found the whereabouts of the treasure; second, he's unsure whether Miao Renfeng and Hu Yidao are dead or not. He just received news today that they have both died, so this elopement drama can no longer continue.

No matter how beautiful Nanlan is, it can't compare to high-ranking officials and generous salaries.

"Hehe, hahaha, why? Because I want the treasure of the rebel king that the Miao family has guarded for generations! I'm not afraid to tell you who poisoned it, it's none other than the junior brother of the Poisonous Medicine King Wuchen!"

The poison is colorless and odorless; if applied to weapons, any wound inflicted on either of their bodies during a fight will be fatal!

Speaking of the two renowned masters, he weighed the hilt of his sword in his hand.

In a one-on-one fight, he might not be able to withstand more than a few moves from Miao Renfeng. Now, no matter how famous his name is, all that remains are two news reports of his death.

"I've been pestering you for years for that treasure, coaxing and persuading you along the way, but you wouldn't even let me touch it. You really think you're something special?"

Nan Lan stared at the hand that had once helped her into the carriage and adjusted her cloak; now, that same hand held a sword, forcing her to hand over the Miao family's possessions.

Her husband, Miao Renfeng, was not good with words, and she had always complained that he only knew how to practice martial arts. Yet, a casual word of concern from Tian Guinong could make her think about it for half a day...

Looking back now, it's already too late.

A gold hairpin was still stuck in her disheveled hair. Nanlan reached out, grabbed it, pulled it out, and shoved it into her throat!

"Want to die? Not so easy!"

Tian Guinong had anticipated this move and flicked his longsword at the wrist.

The gold hairpin fell into the grass, causing Nan Lan to fall to the ground. When she looked up, Tian Guinong had already bent down and grabbed her clothes.

She stepped back, her palm brushing against the pebbles in the mud, but the hem of her clothes was still under someone else's feet.

Just then, a man's voice came from the other side of the official road.

"Long'er, look at this kind of person. He deceived someone's wife and even plotted to kill her husband. Now that the man is dead, he's trying to steal her property."

Tell me, what's the difference between this kind of person and an animal?

Behind the carriage curtain, Little Dragon Girl replied in a cool and aloof tone.

"There is no difference."

Beside the official road was a dirt road for carriages and horses to enter and exit, leading to a clearing in the woods. The carriage turned in along the ruts.

Tian Guinong withdrew his outstretched hand, turned around, and held his sword horizontally across his chest.

"Who goes there?! Sneaking around like that, I am Tian Guinong, the leader of the Tianlong Sect! How dare you meddle in the affairs of my Tianlong Sect? Are you tired of living?!"

Qin Han remained seated on the carriage shaft, carefully securing the reins and setting the whip aside.

(Just as I left Dragon Snow Valley, I bumped into Tian Guinong. My luck is really such that everything just seems to be coming my way.)

After Tian Guinong announced his name, he didn't receive a single response. Just as he was about to ask again, the man on the carriage shaft suddenly raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound!

The slap came from a distance, and before Tian Guinong could even raise the sword he was holding in front of his chest, he was already thrown off the ground and flipped over, several bloody teeth flying out along the way.

His back slammed into the tree trunk, and with a 'crack,' the tree broke off, and branches and leaves rained down on him.

When Tian Guinong peeked out from under the branches, only a faint, painful cry escaped his lips. His arm, which he had tried to brace himself against, gave way, and he fell back down.

The seven disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect never expected their sect leader to fall like this.

Some people had already retreated, while others, relying on their numbers, charged forward with swords and knives.

"Charge! Avenge our sect leader!"

Before Qin Han could make a move, the carriage curtain was lifted, and Xiaolongnu landed in front of the carriage, while Shuisheng held onto the door frame.

Several jade bee needles flew from Xiaolongnu's fingertips, meeting the disciples who rushed in front of the carriage. The disciples were still rushing forward, and each of them had a little blood on their foreheads.

The weapons landed first!

Immediately afterwards, seven bodies fell in front of the wheels!