The sun sets in the west and night is slowly falling.
In the vast fields, the withered yellow straw looked like a crimson ocean under the sunlight.
A snow-white figure rode a horse and moved forward slowly on the official road.
The afterglow of the setting sun was embedded in his body, looking from a distance, like a bright halo.
Sudden!
Hissing rhythm~~
The dark horse roared loudly and stopped moving forward.
The figure on the horse raised his head, revealing a cold and dignified face, and a pair of aloof eyes looking forward.
In the distance, a cloud of smoke and dust rose up, and noisy shouts and angry shouts broke the silence of the field.
Those are two groups of people!
There were about a dozen people in the front group, and they were running wildly on their horses, looking very embarrassed.
There were probably hundreds of people in the group behind. They were also riding horses and holding crossbows. From time to time they would shoot at the people in front.
In the blink of an eye, the group of people in front arrived in front of the man in white.
"Get out of the way!"
The leader was an old man with white hair. He shouted loudly to the man in white.
The man in white didn't seem to hear anything, and just looked at the pursuers behind him.
"People from Zhenwu Division!"
He murmured softly.
His eyes were very sharp, and he could clearly see the badges on the waists of those behind him with just one glance.
"Get out of the way!"
"If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being rude!"
The old man was holding a short sword and his face was a little ferocious.
The man in white glanced at him.
Qiang~~
A crisp voice sounded.
A long sword with an oddly ancient shape suddenly came out of its sheath.
When the old man was shaking his head, sword lights crisscrossed the sky, making a few crisp sounds, but as he took a breath, the sword lights disappeared again.
The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow is crimson.
The empty field suddenly fell into dead silence.
The galloping horses also stopped the moment the sword was unsheathed. They stood still, their heads lowered and motionless.
The fleeing man looked at the weapon in his hand with dull eyes.
More than a dozen weapons were all broken, and their tips fell on the withered yellow earth.
The same was true for the dagger in the old man's hand. He raised his head sluggishly and looked at the figure that seemed not to have moved.
The snow-white clothes, pale face, cold eyes, and arrogance are overwhelming, even more compelling than the sword aura just now.
Who is this person?
A question suddenly arose in the old man's mind.
But he seemed to have no time to think about this issue.
The pursuers from behind have already reached the front.
The person leading the pursuit was none other than Iron Hands.
And the person they were chasing was none other than Zhao Fukang, the deputy envoy of the Ancha Division.
When they learned that Zhao Fukang was the black-faced owner of the Xueyi Building, Tie Shou led hundreds of soldiers to the Yancha Division to arrest the people. As a result, Zhao Fukang seemed to have been alert. As soon as they arrived at the Yancha Division, Zhao Fukang led his men from the Yancha Division Yamen.
Rush out.
Then, they chased and escaped, running out of Tianzhou City and arriving in this field.
Iron Hand came closer, stopped the horse, and looked at the man in white with solemn eyes.
He saw the sword just now.
Very fast and very fierce!
Some are beyond his knowledge!
However, the other party seemed to be helping them, so Tie Shou hesitated for a moment, then raised his hands and said, "Zhenwu Division Tie Youxia has met the senior!"
The man in white looked at him, his cold eyes without any emotion, he just nodded and said: "Ye Gucheng!"
After saying that, he pulled the reins in his hands and the horse moved forward slowly.
Iron Hand stared at him until he walked away.
Zhao Fukang, on the other hand, stared blankly at his leaving figure.
"Innate Warrior!"
He whispered in a low voice with some despair.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair and grief.
What is desperate is that in front of the innate warrior, he has lost the last chance to escape.
What was sad and angry was that he actually met an innate warrior at this time, and a warrior who liked to meddle in other people's business.
In fact, he misunderstood. Ye Gucheng was not a person who liked to meddle in other people's business. If it weren't for Zhenwu Si, he would have driven his horse out of the way.
Tie Shou was also a little surprised. He had never heard of the name Ye Gucheng.
"Could he be someone from the Holy Land? But why does he want to help us?" Tie Shou was filled with doubts.
But he soon put aside these doubts and came to Zhao Fukang instead.
"Take it!"
As soon as he gave the order, the soldiers of the Zhenwu Division immediately swarmed forward.
Zhao Fukang still wanted to resist and rushed towards several soldiers, but was directly stopped by the iron hand. After more than ten rounds, Zhao Fukang was completely exhausted.
…
Night falls.
Ye Gucheng has entered Tianzhou City.
He found an inn and stayed temporarily.
Nearly four months have passed since Qin Wei transformed him.
After meeting Qin Wei, he only stayed in Kyoto for one day, and then left Kyoto and headed east to Liangzhou.
As for why he went to Liangzhou, it was entirely because Ye Gucheng himself didn't know where to go, he just chose a direction at random.
After wandering around Liangzhou for more than two months, Ye Gucheng had a general understanding of Dali's world.
I know that within Dali, the place with the most folk martial arts masters is Tianzhou.
So he came to Tianzhou from Liangzhou again.
Only after he came to Tianzhou did he know that Qin Wei had also come to Tianzhou with the Zhenwu Division.
But he had no intention of meeting Qin Wei.
"Bring me some pens, ink, paper and inkstones!"
In the guest room, Ye Gucheng threw a piece of silver to the waiter and gave instructions.
The waiter collected the coins and grinned almost to the back of his ears, "Okay, Sir, please wait a moment."
After a while, the waiter came to the guest room again carrying pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
After Ye Gucheng thanked him, he rolled up his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and started writing.
It was just a few words, and he finished them quickly.
"I want to ask someone to send a letter to the Lishan Sword Sect. Do you have any recommendations?" Ye Gucheng asked the waiter.
When the young waiter heard this, his eyes lit up again.
"If the guest trusts me, I can ask someone to help the guest deliver it."
Ye Gucheng was not familiar with the place in Tianzhou City, so he didn't have a suitable person to deliver the letter to. However, the waiter in the shop was a know-it-all in Tianzhou City. Although he was just an ordinary person, he knew many people from all walks of life.
"How many taels of silver?" Ye Gucheng asked succinctly.
"As long as you give me two taels of silver, sir!" the waiter rubbed his hands and said with a smile.
Ye Gucheng nodded slightly and immediately handed him the letter in his hand, along with five taels of silver.
"The remaining silver is given to you, but if it is not delivered, you should understand the consequences."
"I understand, I understand, I promise that the letter will be delivered." The waiter looked at the money and immediately patted his chest and promised.
After seeing off the waiter, Ye Gucheng sat in front of the window and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
He sent a letter to the Lishan Sword Sect because he wanted to challenge the innate warrior Yu Shan of the Lishan Sword Sect.
Yu Shannai is the founder of the Lishan Sword Sect. He is now over a hundred years old. It is said that this man has extraordinary swordsmanship and has understood the meaning of the sword.
However, this person has not been seen for more than ten years and seems to have been living in seclusion in the Lishan Sword Sect.
The purpose of Ye Gucheng's challenge is also very simple, he just wants to complete the agreement with Qin Wei.
Qin Wei made him the sword master of Dali.
Sword Master is a title, and you must be recognized by a warrior before you can obtain this title.
To put it simply, you need to be famous.
The easiest way to gain fame is to challenge already famous masters.
There are many innate warriors in Tianzhou, and there are innate warriors in the Qiyuan Sect and the four top sects in the hermit holy land.
However, the innate warriors who cultivate in the Holy Land are relatively mysterious and rarely appear in the world. Among the four top sects, only Yu Shan of the Lishan Sword Sect practices swordsmanship, so he became Ye Gucheng's number one