Wei Changtian and others left Jinzhou City at dusk and slowly pursued the large army that had traveled three hundred miles westward.
Chu Xianping left half an hour before that.
During the day, he handed over various matters concerning Tianji Academy to Zhang San, handed over the Zimu Jade and Secret Words, which had the highest "communication authority" of Tianji Academy, and then simply packed up his luggage and left the city for Qingzhou, two thousand miles away, preparing to go
Looking for the first "Red Sky Sword".
Of course, he still came to say goodbye to Wei Changtian before leaving.
"Don't worry, young master, within two months, I will definitely bring back all four swords."
"Well, Brother Chu, thank you for your work."
"Master, over there at Xinfeng..."
"Brother Chu, you don't have to worry about this. As long as I'm here, you'll be fine."
"Okay... then, young master, please take care of yourself."
"Brother Chu, take care of yourself too."
"..."
The master and his ministers parted, and for those who didn't know the inside story, this conversation was nothing unusual.
However, in Yangliu Shi's ears, there are some very complicated emotions in it.
Especially Chu Xianping, it seemed like he had something unspeakable that he wanted to say but couldn't.
Of course, with Chu Xianping's acting skills, it is undoubtedly very easy to perform this effect.
In addition, his parents died young, he has no brothers or sisters, and his only wife is also living a good life in Dashu... Yang Liushi really can't think of any weaknesses in him that can be threatened.
Therefore, even though it sounds like a "last resort", Yang Liushi has not changed her view of Chu Xianping.
"Son..."
Looking at Wei Changtian beside her, she asked with some worry: "Is there anything going wrong if Chu Xianping is sent to find the sword this time?"
"Probably not. These four swords are useless in his hands."
Wei Changtian shook his head and took one last look at the back figure in the distance.
"Let's go."
"Soon everything became clear..."
"..."
...
In the time of Xu, it was two hundred miles west of Jinzhou City.
At night, the moon rises in the east, the sky is full of stars, and the night covers the wilderness, giving it a cool feeling.
"Da da da da, da da da da."
"Gulu gulu..."
The sound of horse hooves and wheels cut through the surrounding silence. A carriage and more than ten riders quickly passed by the door of a post station next to the official road, causing the flags embroidered with the word "PI" to waver.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so majestic."
A postman stood by the road, watching the group of good horses disappear into the night, shaking his head and sighing, and then slowly lit two lanterns hanging at the door.
Soon, there was finally a glimmer of light in the dark wilderness, and the postman also limped into the post station to light a fire and cook.
It was obvious that this person was lame, probably injured on the battlefield, and was then assigned to guard the inn here.
Nowadays, there are many such veterans in various places in Daning.
Although they all have more or less physical disabilities, they are all practitioners after all, so they can basically take care of themselves.
In addition, even for a job like a postman, the military salary is far higher than the income of ordinary people, so most of these people's lives are pretty good.
If you have a wife and children, it will be enough to support the whole family.
If you are not yet married, you can still go to the brothel every now and then.
At least compared to those brothers who died on the battlefield, they were extremely lucky...
"Humph~Humph~"
"His grandma's pickles are almost finished..."
Accompanied by the lazy snores of several old horses in the stables behind the house, the lame postman had just brought the cooked porridge to the wooden table. At this time, he was struggling to fish out pickles from a half-person-high jar, his whole head
They are all buried in the mouth of the cylinder, which looks a bit funny.
"It's almost time for Lao Wang to arrive. When we go back to the city, we must first find a place to drink a few bottles of wine..."
"And Xiao Cui from Manxianglou, that little face with thin skin and tender flesh..."
"I will definitely save enough money to redeem her next year..."
"..."
The sound of talking to oneself echoed in the small inn, and then stopped abruptly at a certain moment.
The lame postman spent a long time and finally touched a piece of pickle.
But before he could stand up straight, he suddenly felt a thin, biting chill on his neck.
"This this......"
He trembled and tilted his head, only to see a dagger with a faint light sticking tightly to his throat. The person holding the dagger could take his life directly with just a tremble of his hand.
There was no movement, not even any breath.
The lame postman knew that this man must be a master, so he didn't even dare to say anything to beg for mercy. He just leaned against the edge of the tank and tried to support his body.
"Have you ever seen a black carriage?"
Soon, the person behind him spoke indifferently.
"See, see..."
The lame postman knew that the most likely way to survive at this time was to tell the truth, so he immediately stammered and replied:
"One, a quarter of an hour ago, I went to the west..."
"Whose car is it?"
The person behind him asked again.
"Little, little people don't know..."
The lame postman replied again without moving: "No, but it seems to be hanging a flag with the word Wei..."
"..."
There was no sound, the visitor didn't ask any more questions, and the chill on the lame postman's neck slowly receded.
But before he could calm down, a warmth suddenly appeared in his throat.
The lame postman trembled and reached out to touch, only to feel that he touched a handful of sticky and slippery things.
"Plop!"
The pickles fell back into the jar and splashed a little bit of brine. His rickety body slowly collapsed on the edge of the jar, and a dark red liquid was slowly swimming along the cracks in the rocks on the ground.
On the low wooden table next to the vat, a bowl of white porridge still had a few wisps of steam floating around.
"Dad, why did you kill him?"
After a few breaths, a slightly immature female voice sounded: "He didn't see our appearance."
"But he knew we were here."
A rich male voice replied: "This matter cannot be spread to Wei Changtian's ears."
"oh......"
The woman responded, her voice becoming urgent.
"Dad, since we have caught up with him, let's go and avenge mother!"
"Don't worry, dad is no match for him."
"What should we do?!"
"It's okay. Dad has his own way. Let's just follow him now..."
"..."
The conversation between a man and a woman, an old man and a young man, soon turned into the sound of wind in the night and disappeared outside the small inn.
Obviously, they have a father-daughter relationship, and it sounds like Wei Changtian killed their wife and mother.
But if Wei Changtian were here and saw the father and daughter with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to recall that he had done such a thing.
After all, regardless of the previous owner, he has never killed a few women, whether directly or indirectly, after time travel.
So where do the enemies come from...
"Whizzing!"
Under the moonlight, the two figures were moving very fast, and their faces were not very clear in the hazy silver light.
But if there are really people here, even if they can't see clearly, they should be able to feel that they are both very unusual.
The man has starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, his aura is unfathomable, and his strength is at least the third level.
The woman's appearance is extremely pure, and the exposed skin is as white as snow, and she does not look very old.
With her appearance, it is estimated that she will become a beauty who will conquer the entire country in the future.
Thinking about it this way, her dead mother must also be of peerless beauty.