"I'm afraid Mr. Lu's move is a little inappropriate."
After escaping from the Beggar Clan's territory, Caiwei sighed quietly.
Lu Hanjiang knew what she meant. The Miao people practiced poison and were good at using poison. The poison on the fog shadow armor was extremely violent. She roughly guessed its effectiveness. I was afraid that the elder Quan's life was in danger.
In the long run, it is obviously inappropriate to offend a behemoth like the Beggar Clan just for a moment of anger. Especially Lu Hanjiang is not an ordinary person. He is the young master of Xiangyun Company. I think this matter will bring a lot of trouble to the company.
trouble.
"Why should Miss Caiwei be so worried? It's not too late to worry about tomorrow's matters until tomorrow."
Lu Hanjiang sounded free and easy, but in Caiwei's eyes, his optimistic appearance turned out to be that of a careless young man. This matter originated from the Lingyue clan, and she couldn't stay out of it.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu. Although the Beggar Clan is big, the Miao Territory is not a place where they can do whatever they want. If something big happens to the Lingyue Clan, they will not let it go lightly."
To Lu Hanjiang, Caiwei's guarantee was... better than nothing. It would be better to let the girl down.
Lu Hanjiang thought a little more than she did. Indeed, Caiwei was thinking about the future, but they had already arrived in Miao territory. It was still unclear whether the beggar gang would have a future, so naturally there was no need to worry about such undecided matters.
Seeing that Lu Hanjiang didn't take it seriously, Caiwei stopped holding on to the matter and asked instead, "Mr. Lu seems to know that girl just now?"
"Well, I met her once on the way to Miao Di. I took her with me for a while because we were destined. It was just a chance encounter." Lu Hanjiang answered briskly. Nowadays, there is no distinction between truth and falsehood in his words. He basically talks about whatever he picks up.
What, my ability to speak freely has been practiced to the extreme.
"I see."
Caiwei expressed her understanding and didn't ask any more questions. After hesitating for a moment, she said: "This time, most of the clan members fell into the hands of the beggar gang. Although their lives are not in danger, it is not a long-term solution. I plan to go back to the clan to ask for help."
Experts are here to help, what is Mr. Lu’s plan?”
"I'll go with the girl."
Lu Hanjiang smiled and said: "The Beggar Gang is a Jianghu gang after all, and it is important that one person does everything and one person is responsible. If I don't return to Xiangyun Company, they will come to hold me accountable, but they can't find the rightful owner...
Just put it off for a while."
"That's fine."
Caiwei nodded: "Senior Liang is very skilled in martial arts. I will ask the Great Elder to come here. After all, it was the Beggars Gang who made the move first. Then I will tell the difference for the young master so that they will not come to cause trouble in the future.
"
"Then I have to thank you girl."
After finalizing the itinerary, Lu Hanjiang sent a letter to Xiangyun Company, and the two of them set off for the Lingyue Clan deep in the Miao territory.
...
On this side, the battle between A Lan and Liang Benlang finally came to a conclusion. There was nothing to say about the result. The dignified leader of the Beggar Clan was able to capture a girl who was not yet proficient in swordsmanship.
The reason why the fight seems to be a stalemate is that Liang Benlang is determined to let Caiwei go. If the saint of Miao territory is detained by their beggar gang, it will be really fun.
Liang Benlang is the oldest among the beggars in age and career. He still vaguely remembers the world in those days, when there were many influential figures. People like Ling Kong and Bei Mingzi were the immediate choices. At that time, they came out.
He met a woman from Miaoland and defeated several famous masters in the world, which immediately made Miaojiang famous.
That was the previous Miao Saint, now the Miao Grand Elder. Liang Benlang still remembered that woman's magic skills were superb, she could save people like the flesh and bones of gods, and kill people like evil ghosts.
If the old woman is provoked, Liang Benlang estimates that if this battle continues, not even one out of ten Beggar Clan disciples will be able to walk out of Miaoland alive.
So since he was deliberately delaying, Liang Benlang naturally moved his hands and feet slower, but he didn't just accompany the girl to have fun. When A Lan used his second sword, Liang Benlang could see where this girl was coming from.
After restraining Ah Lan, Liang Benlang asked curiously: "Girl, who are you Zhong Wumeng?"
Most of the disciples of the Beggar Clan were very unfamiliar with this name. Only Yan Fengyun had some impression of it. He came over with an ugly face. Over there, Elder Quan had been helped to rest. He didn't know where the poison came from, but even he couldn't.
suppress.
At this time, he frowned and looked at the woman who was trying to attack him, and then Liang Benlang asked: "Gang leader, do you think this woman is a descendant of Hongchenke?"
At this moment, many disciples of the Beggar Clan suddenly realized that after all, Hongchenke's reputation as a master of swordsmanship was still talked about by many people even today many years later. However, most people only knew this senior's name, Hongchenke, but did not know his real name.
.
"Martial arts cannot be faked. Even if ten years pass, this old swordsman from the mortal world will not admit his mistakes."
Speaking of this, Liang Benlang's tone rarely had a different meaning, as if he was competing.
That was a past event that almost no one knew about. Liang Benlang had few defeats in his life, and the ones he lost to were basically all the big shots in the world. Only this mortal guest Zhong Wumeng, losing to him could really make this person lose.
The old man will remember it for a lifetime.
At that time, Liang Benlang, who had practiced martial arts well, approached Hongchen Guest, who was just starting to become famous at that time, and wanted to see the Hongchen swordsmanship for which he was famous. In order to motivate him to use his best, he made an excuse to bet something. If
If you lose, you will take away the opponent's sword, and you will take out the wine gourd as a bet.
The two sides agreed to start a martial arts competition, and the process was mutually beneficial, but in the end, Liang Benlang won half the battle. Although Hongchenke lost, he simply stuck his sword on the ground and let him take it away.
At this time, Liang Benlang felt a little embarrassed. He just wanted to fight the opponent with all his strength. He really didn't want the sword. Besides, he didn't know how to use the sword.
But once the words were said, if he went back on his words, wouldn't he be playing tricks on others? So Liang Benlang had no choice but to go for the sword. At this time, a shocking scene appeared. Hongchen Guest suddenly opened his mouth and said
He was so angry that he spit out a thick mouthful of phlegm on the hilt of the sword, and his image of a dashing young man collapsed.
Liang Benlang was stunned. His outstretched hand froze in the air and he didn't dare to take it. Although he didn't like to be clean, it didn't mean that he didn't mind being dirty. Then Hongchen Guest said, since he doesn't want to pick up the sword
, it means that he voluntarily admits defeat, and he, the guest of Hongchen, won this contest.
So this guy not only walked away in a swagger, but also spread the word that he won the competition. Liang Benlang was so angry that he chased him to settle the score. Unfortunately, he never saw Hongchenke again after that, so the competition was just so confusing.
The land lost.
It wasn't until he heard the news of Hongchen Ke's death many years later that Liang Benlang completely gave up trying to argue with him. He thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect to see Hongchen Swordsmanship again today.
The conversation between Liang Benlang and Yan Fengyun made Ah Lan, who had no false feelings for the Beggar Clan disciples, suddenly look at him: "Are you the leader of the Beggar Clan?"
"That's the old man." Liang Benlang nodded.
"So you are the leader of the Beggar Clan..."
A-Lan stared at him for a while, then curled her lips and looked away: "It's not that good, no wonder he lost to my father."
"So you are Zhong Wumeng's daughter," Liang Benlang was stunned at first, and then his face turned dark: "What do you know, little girl? I was the old man and I defeated your father! I won!"