Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

"My fellows, our fortune has arrived. Let's rush over and take the goods home."

The Sichuan-Chongqing Ancient Road is not suitable for large-scale cavalry charges.

But with Ashide's group of extremely elite Turkic riders' skills, only a hundred of them could gallop wildly on this ancient road without any shackles.

The distance was thirty miles, and both sides were still advancing.

For Ashide and his group of Turkic villains, it was just a matter of time for their horses to charge.

It takes less than one stick of incense.

On a relatively flat mountain road, Ashde and his group had already seen from afar the luxurious carriage slowly moving northward.

"Guys, rush over and take this carriage. I want to take it back to the grassland."

“Roar, kill!”

At this moment, a group of Turkic villains became extremely ferocious, howling and charging on horseback, like a group of terrifying wolves rushing out of the forest.

at the same time.

Yang Zhao and others, who were hundreds of meters away, also heard the sound of galloping horses coming from the mountain road and slowly stopped the carriage.

Among them, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan appeared outside the carriage, turned around, and came to the tall trees on both sides of the mountain road.

“Why are there Turks here?”

"It's coming for us."

Wanwan and Shi Feixuan quickly looked at each other, and without saying hello to Yang Zhao, they moved forward and arrived in front of the group of Turkic villains in a blink of an eye.

"Ring ring ring!"

Wanwan, who was in the realm of heaven and man, condensed the body of a demon. There were bells on her bare ankles that sounded like a charm to seduce souls. Wherever she passed, the Turkic villains fell off their horses with dazed eyes, dancing with joy.

Shi Feixuan was even more direct. She appeared alone in front of the charging Turkic villains at some point. She swung the fine steel sword in her hand and stabbed it with her backhand. A long river of sword energy gathered together, which rushed like a rushing river and knocked the Turkic cavalry off their horses.

"Shut up!"

"Damn it, who are you?"

Chapter 393: Ashde knelt on the spot

On the Chengdu-Chongqing Ancient Road, Ashide, holding a spear and wearing tattered iron armor, looked confused. His extremely angry expression was filled with unprecedented pain.

Not only were most of the hundreds of most elite men under his command killed, but he was also frightened by the previous attack from Shi Feixuan's long river of sword energy.

But in front of the thirty or so promoted subordinates, Ashde still had to hold on.

Speaking of which, Ashide is a close relative of Ashina Simo, the current Khan of the Eastern Turks.

More than ten years ago, there was a war between the Eastern and Western Turks, and Qimin Khan fled to the Sui Dynasty. A group of Eastern Turkic leaders in Mobei admired Ashina Simo's ability and pushed him to the position of Khan.

Ashide became rich because of his relatives, and became a disciple of Zhao Defang, becoming a powerful master. Even the more than a hundred personal guards under his command all entered the martial arts world.

Just recently, there were rumors on the grassland that Qimin Khan was planning to return to the grassland.

As a close relative of Ashina Simo, Ashide went south to the Sui Dynasty this time to investigate the affairs of Qimin Khan, and by the way, to win over the scattered members of the demon sects hiding in the Sichuan and Shu regions on behalf of Zhao Defang.

This in itself is an extremely simple task.

After arriving at the Sui Dynasty, as long as you take the gold, eat and drink, and find a few well-informed people to ask for information, you will have completed your mission.

At most, it would be a bit strenuous when wandering in the deep mountains and old forests of Sichuan and Shu.

But Ashde didn't expect that after wandering around Sichuan and Shu for a few days and preparing to return to the grassland, he was found by someone and was about to do a big business.

After Jie Wenlong's lobbying and bribery, Ashde agreed very readily.

According to Xie Wenlong, the person they were going to deal with this time was a noble lady who came from the Lingnan region and was heading to Daxing City in Guanzhong. At most, she would have a handsome pretty boy.

As long as you kill that pretty boy, you will get Shu brocade, Chongqing tea and Sichuan salt worth three million coins.

Less than twenty miles away, a wave of attacks broke out.

Then Ashde watched with his own eyes as most of the hundreds of elite men under his command were mowed down like grass.

Two delicate little girls.

One of them was dancing barefoot with bells on his feet. When he thought of it, the men under his command seemed to have taken hallucinogenic drugs, staggering from side to side and unable to sit steadily on their horses.

One of them had a kind and compassionate face and was dressed in linen cloth, but when he made a move, the sword energy rushed towards him like a river. If it weren't for his excellent horsemanship, he would have been killed on the spot.

At this moment, Ashide hated that damned Duzunbao Jie Wenlong so much.

Damn it, these two people are at least at the peak level of grandmaster.

Pull up the horse and stop.

The expression on Ashide's face changed several times. After Wanwan and Shi Feixuan reunited, he quickly revealed an extremely stiff smile and said, "Two honorable strong men, we are the men under the command of Qimin Khan. We bumped into a few of you because we were in a hurry to get on the road, but we also paid a sufficient price for it..."

Sniff.

Listening to Ashide's nonsense, Wanwan shrugged her nose in a very clever way, and then interrupted Ashide with a smile, saying: "Don't lie with your eyes open. You, a barbarian, have the aura of a bastard from the Demonic Sect."

"How come I didn't realize that the bastards under Zhao Deyan were so bold that they sent such a small number of people to kill us? They really look down on us."

As the true disciple of the Demonic Queen Yin.

Wanwan is familiar with the aura of the two sects and six schools of the Demon Sect to the core.

The Demonic Sect specializes in the Soul Returning Technique, and in Wanwan's eyes, the unique aura on their bodies is brighter than an incandescent light bulb.

Upon hearing Wanwan's words, Ashde's face changed drastically.

At this time, Shi Feixuan's eyes flashed, and she said, "Now the Demon Sect is spreading all over the world, the Grassland Demon Sect has been eliminated from the Demon Sect, and Zhao Deyan himself dares not set foot in the Great Sui Dynasty. These Turks will not appear in Sichuan and Shu for no reason. There must be a conspiracy."

Wanwan immediately laughed and said, "Master Nun, what's so great about this talent? He's just a barbarian at the Grandmaster level. If we catch him, we'll know everything."

Halfway through her words, Wanwan suddenly smiled at Ashide.

The combination of the Heavenly Demon Sound and the secret techniques of the Ca Nu Da Fa only took a moment, and the grassland knights behind Ashina suddenly seemed to be in a trance. They all rolled off their horses and stumbled towards Wanwan and Shi Feixuan.

And Ashide was also shocked and dazed, as if there were bubbles in his mind. He was in a daze and was about to be confused on the spot.

However, at the moment when Ashde was about to get lost, a three-inch long wolf fang in his arms suddenly became hot and pulled him back from his dazed state.

"Devil's Voice, the Charming Girl's Soul-Bewitching Technique, you are from the Yinkui Sect!"

Ashide, who had just woken up in shock, was still quite alert. He recalled some of Zhao Deyan's teachings in the past, and his face suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear.

Wanwan's smile became more charming, and a string of silver bells rang in her hand.

As the bells rang, the prairie knights, who were already confused, drew their scimitars and began to kill each other.

It was just a short period of less than ten breaths.

Except for Ashide, more than a hundred grassland knights were killed on the Chengdu-Chongqing Ancient Road.

Until then.

The carriage in the distance just came over with a rumble. Yang Zhao lifted the door curtain and took a look at Ashide. In an instant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth pressed down, pushing Ashide off the horse's back and making him lie on the ground, unable to move.

"Now, you can tell me who you are and what you are doing in the Great Sui territory."

"By the way, tell me who it is that asked you to attack and kill us."

Yang Zhao walked out of the carriage, accompanied by three beautiful women, Changsun Wugou, Yin Xiaoniang and Song Xiaoniang. He looked like a banished immortal who had descended to the earth.

Under the pressure of Yang Zhao's martial saint will, Ashide couldn't even resist for a breath. His mind collapsed on the spot and he confessed everything he knew.

Qimin Khan returned to the grassland, and Ashina Simo was secretly making trouble.

Zhao Defang is still ambitious and has contacted the Sichuan Demon Sect. It seems that he has some conspiracy.

There is also Xie Wenlong from Duzun Castle.

Listening to Ashide's explanation, Yang Zhao laughed for no reason. The huge will of the Martial Saint spread out, and in just an instant, it had covered an area of ​​dozens of miles.

"Jie Wenlong from Duzunbao really doesn't know his own limitations."

Chapter 394: Jie Hui of the Supreme Castle

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Xie Wenlong himself is not a complete fool, after all, he still has some cleverness.

Xie Wenlong knew that the Song family in Lingnan was not easy to mess with, so he asked someone to hire a group of Turks to kill them along the way.

There is nothing wrong with this in itself.

If the operation is successful, Xie Wenlong will only have to pay some insignificant supplies to get what he wants. He may even be able to act as a hero and restore the marriage between Duzun Fort and the Lingnan Song clan.

Unfortunately, the only thing Xie Wenlong failed to do well was his intelligence work.

Among the Chengdu-Chongqing Ancient Road.

Under Yang Zhao's Martial Saint Will, he could clearly see that after Xie Wenlong received the report from the spy, he became extremely panicked. He didn't even have time to pack many things and ran in another direction.

Yang Zhao showed no sign of stopping Xie Wenlong from escaping.

Only after letting Jie Wenlong escape did Yang Zhao ask Song Yuhua about the direction of Duzun Fort, and then let the spiritual horse start moving again.

Two days later.

In front of a huge fortress on the outskirts of Ba County, Yang Zhao's carriage slowly stopped.

At this time, the gate of Duzun Castle was open.

And right in front of the gate, there was a middle-aged man dressed in Shu brocade, with a huge celestial aura, and beside him was Xie Wenlong, who looked frustrated.

"Niece Song, your son Wenlong is being rude. Please come out and see me."

Xie Hui was able to build up a strong force in Sichuan and Shu in just a few decades. His scheming and scheming were far beyond the reach of a playboy like Xie Wenlong.

Xie Hui himself is considered Song Que's sworn brother.

As an elder, Xie Hui was able to apologize and lower his posture to a junior like Song Yuhua in front of everyone. This in itself was an extremely humiliating thing.

But there was no trace of grievance on Jie Hui's face, only sincerity.

As Jie Hui's voice sounded, the door curtain on the carriage slowly opened.

In the spacious carriage, Yang Zhao was sitting at a table, with Changsun Wugou making tea, Yin Xiaoniang massaging his shoulders, Song Yuhua fiddling with sandalwood, and Wanwan and Shi Feixuan holding swords on either side.

Seeing this scene, Jie Hui, who had always been very humble, narrowed his eyes and felt more and more uneasy.

Jie Hui didn't know Changsun Wugou and Yin Xiaoniang.

But Jie Hui had a deep impression of Song Yuhua, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan.

Not to mention that Song Yuhua is Song Que's eldest daughter, Wanwan is the true disciple of the Demon Queen Yin, and Shi Feixuan, as the Buddhist saint of Cihang Jingzhai, is also a celebrity in the Sui Dynasty.

But even with the identities of Song Yuhua, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan, they could only stay respectfully beside Yang Zhao. Although Jie Hui remained calm on the surface, a wave of emotions was already rising in his heart.

"Judge Xie Hui of Wulin entered Shu at the age of 27 and spent nearly 30 years there. He once defeated Anlong with his bare hands in Ba County and even drove away the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League with his kung fu and fame. Mr. Xie is a great hero and quite capable, but why can't he even teach his own son well?"

Yang Zhao took a sip of the fragrant tea, very relaxed, and then told Li Hui's life experience.

For Yang Zhao, the matter of dealing with Jie Hui and Duzun Fort was not originally on this trip. He had originally planned to leave it to Yue Fei's army to resolve.

But Xie Wenlong has already offended him.

Yang Zhao didn't mind taking a detour to deal with the father and son in Duzun Castle.

Hearing Yang Zhao's words, Xie Hui frowned, and then lowered his posture and said, "I wonder who you are, sir? I cannot defend my son's guilt, but for the sake of Brother Song and because you are all safe, can we make peace? I am willing to offer a hundred taels of gold and a thousand pieces of Shu brocade as compensation."

One gold ounce is worth ten thousand coins, and one hundred ounces of gold is worth a million coins.

There are also thousands of pieces of Shu brocade, which, once shipped out of Shu, will be worth at least one million.

In a sense, Xie Hui's attitude and compensation are already quite sincere.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhao just smiled and said, "Fort Master Jie, you are also an old hand. You don't really think that we are all fools, right?"

"Your young master is much more courageous than you. He colluded with the Turkic tribe and murdered the eldest daughter of the Song family, the true disciple of the Demon Sect, and the people of the Changsun family and the Yin family. Are you going to use this hundred taels of gold to settle the matter?"

"Or do you think my father-in-law, whose name is Song Que, is really stupid?"

Hearing Yang Zhao's words, Song Yuhua's pretty face showed resentment, and she punched Yang Zhao a few times with her little fist in embarrassment.

How can you say that your father-in-law is stupid in front of someone else's daughter?