At the age of twenty-four, Lu Hanjiang saw his life fifty years from now, and even lived it in advance.
Get up at chen o'clock, meditate on the sundial, have breakfast, Lu Hanjiang opens the door, and the brothers of the Jinyiwei have already arrived.
They were all the old Jinyiwei who came from the capital with Lu Hanjiang. Naturally, they knew the routine of a man from a thousand households. No one would make themselves uncomfortable in a place like this, so they all came outside early to wait.
"Master Qianhu." Everyone saluted Lu Hanjiang one after another.
"Well," Lu Hanjiang glanced at the crowd casually and saw that there was nothing he missed. He strode forward. Someone had already prepared horses at the gate of the courtyard. He got on the horse and asked casually: "Where is General Qin's flag?"
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Everyone in the rear exchanged glances, and one person stepped forward and said, "I just received the post report that General Qin's flag has escorted the prisoners past Yunzhong."
"Yunzhong, it will take some time to get to the capital," Lu Hanjiang made a rough calculation and ignored it. He turned around and asked everyone to mount their horses: "Let's take a small road and go back to recover first."
"yes."
The Qi family's scandal affected everyone, and the superiors even took it seriously, so they sent Lu Hanjiang, a member of the Qian family, to come forward. Although he has been young and old-minded in the past ten years, he has already become an old man, but he can still distinguish the priorities clearly.
After all, no matter how harshly the court eagle dog is scolded, it is better than changing his profession and becoming a bandit.
The main reason why he, a member of Qianhu, had to make this trip was another person, and that was his subordinate, Qin Yu.
Lu Hanjiang knew that this guy was not a simple guy when he first looked at his face.
The facts were right as he guessed. Qin Yu's life experience was not simple. He used the connections he had accumulated over the past ten years and only found out that Qin Yu's mother was a young lady from the Huangfu family, one of the three most aristocratic families in the world.
As for who Qin Yu's father is, Lu Hanjiang hasn't found out, but he doesn't think he's an ordinary person.
On this errand, to escort the Qi family to Beijing, Lu Hanjiang secretly received the news from his superiors that someone would ambush him halfway, and the target was Qin Yu, so Lu Hanjiang naturally followed his lead and picked himself out.
Although I don’t know who is responsible, but if you want to attack the Jin Yiwei team, it must not be some small thief. If the imperial family takes action, the traces will be too heavy to finish, so no matter who the mastermind is, the person who takes action must still be in the world.
Selected.
There are not many people in the world who have the ability to compete with Jin Yiwei.
Thinking about it this way, if Qin Yu died, he would only be responsible for someone who didn't know someone well. With Lu Shangshu around, he wouldn't be too embarrassed.
If Qin Yu didn't die now, then Lu Hanjiang might have fallen into the trap of some lucky kid, and he might actually change his career to become a bandit in a few years.
He was thinking wildly along the way, but suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. Lu Hanjiang looked up, and the top of his head was covered with half-withered bamboo leaves, with horse hooves galloping, bamboo leaves fluttering, and there seemed to be a noisy wind in his ears.
Hurry——!
Lu Hanjiang suddenly reined in the horse's rope and raised his hand to signal the team behind him to stop. The two general flags immediately drove their horses forward, blocking his left and right sides. The remaining flags spread out, unsheathing their rope knives and guarding the surrounding area.
At the same time, Bian Guang, who was behind, rode forward and shouted deep into the bamboo forest: "Who is sneaking around, come out!"
What answered him was the little bits of cold light around him, which made Bian Guang's eyes suddenly shrink: "Crossbow arrows!"
Whoosh whoosh!
The crossbow arrows that came like raindrops caught everyone off guard. You must know that this thing is controlled by the imperial court. As the old saying goes, there is no fish in the clear water. It is certain that there is circulation in the black market. However, it is a bit unexpected to be able to gather such a number of crossbow arrows.
Unexpected.
Although the opponent carefully laid an ambush, Jin Yiwei was not a paper tiger. After a hail of arrows, everyone showed their strengths. Except for an unlucky Xiao Qi who was shot to death, the others were not seriously injured.
"Sir!" Bian Guang caught an arrow in his hand and looked at Lu Hanjiang, waiting for his order.
"Let's go." Lu Hanjiang took the lead and galloped forward. The enemy is hidden and we are clear. It is unwise to stay where he is and fight the crossbows. It is better to take the initiative to attack.
As for escaping back, Lu Hanjiang can guarantee that there will definitely be many more ambushes behind them than in front.
The team of more than ten people moved again, running towards the depths of the bamboo forest. Suddenly a large net was cast in the air. Without saying a word, Bian Guang slashed with the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and the swords flew out.
Destroy all the traps set ahead.
The five senses of those who have mastered Neijia Kungfu are far superior to those of ordinary people. Bian Guang can still catch the sound of loading crossbows while flying. He glanced at the figures running in the dense forest on both sides and reined in the horse's rope: "My lord, let's go first!
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Lu Hanjiang was not polite, nodded to him, whipped his riding whip, and went all the way.
The sound of fighting gradually started behind him, and Lu Hanjiang didn't even look back. Suddenly he heard a clear sound of sword energy beside him. He drew out the Xiuchun knife from his waist and went forward. In an electric flash, the blade trembled and was cut off at the waist.
Although Xiuchun Dao is a mass product of the imperial court, its quality and workmanship are top-notch. Ordinary swords, guns and sticks can't even be cut off, let alone cut off. This sword is so sharp. How can it be so hard?
Lu Hanjiang glanced at the black-robed swordsman who attacked him in surprise. He was wearing a hood and couldn't see the whole thing clearly.
After a brief confrontation, Lu Hanjiang continued to run forward on his horse. The swordsman missed a single move and did not draw his sword again. He stood still and watched Lu Hanjiang's figure disappear into the bamboo forest.
Another man in black robe who walked out from behind glanced far away in the direction Lu Hanjiang left, then looked at the swordsman: "You let him go?"
"No..." the swordsman responded absently. He lowered his head and stared at the sword in his hand.
Following the swordsman's line of sight, the man in black robe lowered his line of sight, and actually saw a crack halfway embedded in the blade of the sword. He couldn't help but be shocked and said: "This, how could this happen? Is it possible that Lu Hanjiang also hid something?"
Isn’t it a magical weapon?”
"His sword has been broken." The swordsman leaned down and observed the half of the broken blade that fell on the ground: "It is indeed a good Xiuchun sword."
"It's unbelievable," the man in black robe shook his head and sighed: "He is actually a Jin Yiwei. There are rumors all over the world that Lu Hanjiang's boxing and kicking skills are extremely exquisite. I never thought that his internal strength is so profound."
"Not only his internal strength, I'm afraid his sword skills are also not weak," the swordsman said solemnly: "The sword just made seemed ordinary, but it was not the internal strength that could leave a mark on this Qingfeng sword with an ordinary Xiuchun knife.
So simple."
As he spoke, the swordsman lowered his head dejectedly: "If it weren't for the sharpness of the weapon, I might have been defeated."
Hearing this, the man in black robe smiled and advised: "Don't take it too seriously. Lu Hanjiang looks like a young man, but in fact the spies have found out that he is almost forty this year. He has been pretending to hide his strength for so many years.
You are only thirty now, so it is not a shame to lose to such an old fox."
"After all, my skills are inferior to others." The swordsman sheathed his sword, threw it to the man in black robe, and asked, "How are you doing there?"
The man in black robe took Qing Feng and said nonchalantly: "Everyone who should have run has run away. Killing a few flags is better than nothing."