In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
The sun sets in the afternoon and the breeze blows.
Wei Tao stopped at the top of a mountain and stared at the looming city at the end of his sight.
Then his eyes slowly moved back, looking at Qinglin Mountain towering into the clouds in the distance, with a faint smile appearing on his face.
Behind him, both the bodyguards of the trading firm and the disciples in green shirts all cheered in unison.
The destination is right in front of us, and the life of living in the open air is about to end.
Their next steps became much more brisk.
The sky is getting dark.
Night is coming.
There is still nearly twenty miles away from Fucheng, so the convoy is planning to stay in a village or town on the outskirts of Fucheng for one night, waiting until the city gate opens tomorrow before entering.
Arriving here, Luo Cheng was already quite familiar with it.
He quickly chose the town where he used to live and speeded up the journey.
When it was less than five miles away from the town, the motorcade was blocked by a chaotic group of people in front of it and had to stop far away.
In the middle of the official road, two groups of people were at war with each other.
If there are more people on one side, it will obviously have the upper hand in terms of scene and momentum.
On the other side, there were only a few people, guarding a carriage leaning on the roadside motionless.
The coachman who was guarding the carriage seemed to keep saying nice things, but the effect was not obvious depending on the situation, and it did not dispel the anger of the young master in brocade clothes at all.
"The side with more people are the members of the Sancai Sect." Luo Cheng observed for a moment and said.
"What about the other side?" Nan Ling asked.
"I can't tell, but it doesn't look like a wealthy family in the city, otherwise the Sancai Clan would never dare to be so presumptuous."
Nan Ling was silent for a moment, "Ignore them, let's go."
"Third Miss, you must not be careless."
"Oh? We were just passing by..." Nan Ling was halfway through speaking when he suddenly understood.
There was a conflict between Nanming Escort Agency and Sancaimen.
At first, it even got to the point where swordsmen met, and each side pulled out their troops to show off.
Although all parties later made peace with each other, there was no major fight.
But if you think about it a little, you will know that after that incident, how could the two parties really turn their hostility into friendship and return to a time when nothing happened?
Luo Cheng looked back and said, "Don't be impulsive later. Our main task today is to return to the city to deliver goods, not to conflict with Sancaimen."
"Don't worry, escort, we know."
Despite this answer, the caravan's bodyguards and escorts became obviously nervous.
One by one, they pressed their hands on the handles of their knives, prepared their concealed weapons, and tensed their bodies, ready to strike at any time.
As the distance got closer, the people in Sancaimen also noticed the approach of the caravan.
They also became nervous and drew their swords one after another. Their eyes were full of vigilance and murderous intent.
At this moment, the carriage with its broken axle had become a corner that no one paid attention to anymore.
"Sir, I just heard some of the escort agents talking. The people in front of them are disciples of the Sancai Sect. They had conflicts and disputes with the Nanming Escort Agency before."
Shang Bian came closer and whispered.
"Sancaimen..."
Wei Tao frowned slightly, recalling the chats he had with Captain Luo in the past few days.
This is a gang in Qizhou Fucheng, mainly active in an area in the north of the city.
Although the overall strength of the gang is not strong and can only be regarded as a second-rate force in Qizhou Fucheng, its leader has another level of identity that makes other big gangs unwilling to provoke it at will.
“It’s better to do less than to do more. If you can avoid unnecessary problems, don’t cause unnecessary problems.”
Wei Tao's attitude is very clear. The most important thing for him now is to enter Fucheng and settle down.
Then seek further development and pursue higher levels of martial arts practice.
During this period, as long as others don't mess with him, he will only cause more trouble for himself when he is full.
As for the conflict between Nanming Escort Bureau and Sancaimen, it has nothing to do with him, an outsider.
They'd better not start a fight. If they do...
Wei Tao frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a little difficult.
At this moment, Shang Bian asked, "Sir, it looks like there might be a fight. How should we deal with it then?"
"Everyone stop and wait and see what happens."
Wei Tao quickly made a decision, "If a fight really breaks out, I'll try to persuade you first. If you can't persuade me, there's nothing I can do."
"My subordinate understands."
Shang Bian nodded, unwilling to get involved in the dispute between the escort agency and the gang at this time.
Wei Tao added, "Prepare some golden sore medicine, which can save lives and heal the wounded in a short while, and do good deeds and accumulate virtue."
The distance between the two parties is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere has become more and more tense.
Under the sunlight, a long knife shone with a cold light.
It adds a bit of chill to this winter day.
Wei Tao watched the distance between the two sides getting closer and closer, but his mind had already drifted into the distance.
He learned from Luo Cheng that the warrior who founded the Sancai Sect was named Mu Fang.
His level of strength cannot be said to be top-notch in Fucheng, but he is related to a deacon from the inner sect of the Yuan Dynasty.
Therefore, the major forces in Fucheng would usually give it a go and allow it to develop on the edge of Nancheng.
If there was no shadow of that deacon, I am afraid that just one Nanming Trading Company could use money to smash Sancaimen to death.
Wei Tao was lost in thought when the escort team had already approached Sancai Gate.
Both sides were on high alert and the atmosphere was tense.
But no one took action. They each occupied half of the official road and slowly passed by each other.
The leading figures opposite Luo Cheng looked at each other, and their hearts sank slightly.
This person is nicknamed the Vulture. He is a guest invited by the Sancai Sect. He is at the second level of Qi and Blood.
In addition to his own eagle claw skills, he is also good at using a set of strange weapons, the Judge's Pen. Even if it is placed in the entire city, he is no longer an ordinary person.
If we had a head-to-head confrontation with a vulture...
Luo Cheng withdrew his gaze and let out a soft breath.
Even if we can win, we will probably have to pay a huge price.
Therefore, the most correct choice is that the road is facing the sky and everyone goes to one side.
The vulture stared at Luo Cheng, and when he saw that he had no intention of stopping, he felt a little relaxed.
If those who come are little-known and small forces, then there is no problem in dealing with them all.
However, in a place like this, there is absolutely no need to have a fight with the people from Nanming Escort Bureau.
If you fail to complete the tasks assigned above because of this, it will be even more of a loss than the gain.
"Sister Ling, I am Xiaozhen, I am Xiaozhen!"
"They want to steal our things and are ready to kill us!"
At this moment, a crying woman's voice suddenly sounded.
The curtain of the carriage on the roadside was opened, revealing a face full of pear blossoms and rain, waving desperately to the caravan.
Nan Ling stopped and turned to look at the carriage.
"Why did you come here when you weren't staying at home!?"
At a glance, her face suddenly looked a little ugly.
"Uncle Luo..." Nan Ling bit her lower lip and called softly.
Luo Cheng frowned, his expression suddenly became solemn and hesitant.
"Miss Third, do you have to take care of me?"
He took a deep breath and kept his voice very low.
Nan Ling gritted his teeth and said, "This is my cousin. Although I don't know why she appears here, I must save her life no matter what."
Luo Cheng nodded and raised an arm.
The motorcade stopped.
The escorts and escorts below all felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and they didn't know why their own bodyguards suddenly acted like this.
On the other side, the Sancaimen vulture narrowed its eyes.
His hands retracted into his sleeves and held two judge pens.
"Long time no see. Brother Vulture is even more handsome than before. He really makes me envious."
Luo Cheng walked over slowly, smiling broadly and cupping his hands.
The vulture smiled and said, "We are walking on the road facing the sky. We are walking on one side. I wonder if the escort leader Luo suddenly stops. What advice can we give?"
"If Mr. Luo wants to have a drink with me, old bald man, then after I finish the business at hand, you can choose any restaurant in the city.
You can order whatever you want, no matter how much money you spend, I won’t even frown."
"but……"
He turned his head and glanced at the carriage parked on the side of the road.
His cold eyes kept roaming over the girl's body.
"If Mr. Luo means anything else, I advise you to stay out of your own business."
Luo Cheng was silent for a moment and sighed slowly, "That's the cousin of the third lady of the trading company. Brother Vulture really doesn't want to consider it anymore?"
"If it's something else, for Miss Nan's sake, maybe I can let him go by raising my hand."
Vulture's face was expressionless and his voice was cold, "But not today. Master Mu came to the city to visit this junior, and she stole Master Mu's things. Now that Master has spoken, there is no room for me to retreat."
Mr. Mu, not the Master Mu...
As soon as these three words were spoken, the smile on Luo Cheng's face did not change, but he was suddenly shocked in his heart.
Except for the deacon of Qinglin Shanyuan, there is no second possibility for Vulture, a three-talented guest, to be called like this.
On one side is the cousin of the third lady from the trading company.
On one side is the deacon of Yuan Dao.
Luo Cheng suddenly fell into an extremely tangled dilemma.
"What nonsense!"
The girl in the carriage turned pale and trembled all over, "That is our thing, how can it be your thing!?"
The vulture paid no attention to her and just stared at Luo Cheng.
"Master Luo, if you leave like this, I will pretend that nothing happened.
When you return to the city in the future, you may have to bring some drinks and have a few drinks with the escort to make an apology.
But if you insist on intervening in Master Mu's matter, don't blame brother for being ruthless."
After the words fell, two judge pens slipped out of the vulture's sleeves.
Shining with a cold light in the setting sun.
The atmosphere in the venue instantly became extremely stagnant.
Luo Cheng took a few steps back and turned to look at Nan Ling.
Nan Ling bit her lower lip and said word by word, "I must take him away."
Waves of light flashed in the vulture's eyes, and he finally nodded slowly, "You can take people away, but things must be left behind."
"Xiaozhen gets off the car and goes back with my sister."
Nan Ling exhaled a heavy breath.
The girl screamed, "I won't go back. I will be wherever Brother Ming is."
Brother Ming?
What Ming Ge?
Nan Ling was slightly startled, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Click!
There was a big hole in the side of the carriage.
A figure sprang out of it like lightning.
"Stop him!"
"Stop him!"
Vulture and Nanling shouted almost at the same time.
But that figure was extremely fast.
In an instant, he jumped several feet away and kept accelerating.
The escort agency and the gang were still in a tense confrontation. This sudden change occurred, and no one could react for a while.
When he came back to his senses, the figure had already fled far away, and there was almost no possibility of interception.
"Hahahaha, my grandson the vulture, if I leave, there will be no future..."
Bang!!!
The figure hit a wall.
Then he was picked up by the wall, which had his neck stuck.