"Now that you are all prepared, I wonder what the rest of us will do next?" Lu Chen said in a gentle voice.
Butler Jia smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have already arranged the departure route. All you Sword Sect disciples need to do is follow behind. It will be a smooth journey for everyone. If you encounter any trouble, please help me. These trees
Inside the box is the family property that the owner has been operating from overseas for many years, which is of great significance. This time the owner has traveled across mountains and rivers to return to the family, and there must be many people making plans on the way! Once the matter is completed, the reward will definitely be yours, so don’t worry.”
"It is our duty to escort your master out of Qingzhou. As for the remuneration, it is up to you! I also hope that you will try your best to cooperate with us on the way. No one wants to bleed!" Lu Chen said seriously.
Butler Jia cupped his hands and said: "Of course, my master and your sect master are good friends. Naturally, he will not let his disciples take risks and die in vain!"
"In that case, let's set off!" Lu Chen said politely, and with a casual move, all the disciples got on their horses.
After Butler Jia saw that the convoy had rested, he led his children in front and led the convoy of hundreds of people toward the exit of Wolong Town slowly.
Murong Ziyun and Lu Chen walked side by side, looking at the luxurious carriage in front of them, and said calmly: "How's it going?"
"These people are weird!" Lu Chen said with a frown.
Murong Ziyun asked: "What's so strange?"
"They said they wanted us to escort them, but they didn't take us seriously the whole time. And you see, those eighteen lamas have protruding brows and long auras. Almost all of them have acquired peak strength. We and
Comparing them, they are both good and bad, just like foot soldiers!" Lu Chen carefully observed the lamas in the motorcade, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.
Murong Ziyun held the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and frowned: "Do you think it's not as simple as we think for us to escort Jia Tianpeng's family?"
"Well, I feel that way, but I can't tell what the problem is. Let's wait and see for now! I and my team were ordered to escort the other party out of Qingzhou, but the other party didn't even see me and just asked us to follow behind. Is this a show?"
Lu Chen snorted, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes blinked, thoughtfully: "Probably not. I met Jia Tianpeng from the sect when I was very young. He has a close relationship with my father. I know a little about his personality, so I won't.
It’s so staged for no reason!”
"Humph, that's fine if there's a reason for it!" Jia Tianpeng's attitude made Lu Chen a little dissatisfied, but as a disciple of the Sword Sect, it was difficult to say anything: "By the way, you are carrying the Liuying Sword, don't take action unless it is absolutely necessary!"
The Liuying Divine Sword is a magical weapon and extremely precious. It travels around the world and naturally attracts others to covet it.
"Yes, I understand!" Murong Ziyun nodded.
At the foot of the rolling Wolong Mountain, an official road snakes forward. A convoy loaded with goods moves forward slowly, and soon the shadow of Wolong Town is no longer visible.
It's the twelfth lunar month of winter and the wind is biting. Yesterday there was a light snowfall, which caused a layer of frozen soil to condense on the ground, causing a lot of minor troubles on the road.
For example, a certain Sword Sect disciple stumbled in front of his horse and fell.
The whole thing fell to the ground, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Or, a wooden box suddenly dropped from the convoy, and the gold and silver treasures inside were scattered all over the floor. The scene was extremely eye-catching.
The convoy is heading southwest. If it wants to cross Qingzhou, it will need to pass through several counties and cities. According to the speed of the convoy, it will probably take more than half a month!
What puzzled Lu Chen the most was that no matter how much trouble the convoy encountered, the owner of the luxurious carriage refused to show up, leaving eighteen lamas to wait by the side the whole time, and Steward Jia doing everything for him.
....
In a mansion more than three hundred miles away, there is a lake in the backyard. In the cold winter weather, a thin layer of ice has condensed on the water, and the air is constantly filled with cold air.
However, on this ice thinner than paper, two men were fighting fiercely on the lake.
A young man wields a gun, and a thin old man wields a knife!
The two of them stood on the thin ice, like two flying birds, turning into two afterimages that kept colliding on the ice.
Clang. Clang. Clang. The shadow of the gun shot out like thousands of arrows, covering the thin old man who wielded the sword. The old man held the long sword and twirled it, and countless sword lights came out, blocking every gun shadow of the opponent.
With every collision, violent energy would sweep around, stirring up a layer of ice chips that would fill the air.
After a fierce battle, the young man in blue robe touched the ice, sailed lightly across a distance, landed in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, directly inserted the spear into the ground, picked up a pot of wine that was warm in the hot basin on the stone table,
He raised his head and took a big gulp!
"Haha, so happy!" The young man in blue robe wiped the water from his mouth and said with a bold smile: "I didn't expect that my "Fantasy Moon Shootout" has reached the eighth level, and it will be different when I use it!"
"Congratulations, young master, for your improvement in strength. With your current strength, you will definitely be among the top ten in the Qianlong Competition in a year's time and become famous all over the world!" The thin old man came to the blue-robed young man with a long knife on his back, clasping his fists with a respectful look on his face.
color.
The young man in blue robe said proudly: "Hmph, my goal is to be ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Gongsun Ye, you are too short-sighted!"
"Yes. Yes, my subordinate was wrong. Young Master will definitely win the Qianlong Competition!" Gongsun Ye quickly changed his words.
The blue-robed young man exhaled a breath of white air, stared at the cracked ice in the distance, and said solemnly: "My master said that as long as I master the Huanyue Spear Duel to perfection, all warriors in the world will be invincible.
It’s a pity that we only have the last step left!”
"Young Master, don't panic, there is still one year left until the Qianlong Competition, you still have time!" Gongsun Ye said with a smile.
The young man in blue robe pondered for a moment and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. How is the news about my third brother going?"
"Young Master, I just sent a message from Fei Ge, and my men have already heard about Jia Tianpeng's return!" Gongsun Ye said with a cold expression.
The young man in blue robe turned around and sat on the stone table, poured the warm wine into the glass, and asked: "Tell me, what did you find out?"
"It is said that after Jia Tianpeng came back from overseas, he went directly to Liuyun Sword Sect, carrying a large amount of gold and silver treasures with him. It seems that he is ready to give it a try!" Gongsun Ye said with a serious face while holding his goatee with one hand.
The young man in blue robe picked up the wine glass and took a sip, wondering: "Where is my third brother going and what is he doing?"
"It is said that he has a close relationship with Murong Xuan, the leader of the Liuyun Sword Sect. In order to prevent unexpected events on the way, he hired a group of elite disciples with extraordinary skills to escort him!" Gongsun Ye said truthfully.
The young man in blue robe hummed, his eyes flashed with cold light: "Hmph, my third brother is quite thoughtful! Do you think that by recruiting a group of acquired warriors, you can sit back and relax? You are looking down on me!"
"Young Master, what should we do next?" Gongsun Ye bowed and asked.
The young man in blue robe drank wine leisurely and said: "According to the plan, as long as there is no innate strong person, the family wealth of the third brother will be mine sooner or later. Inform Luo Bao, Luo Hu and the two brothers to act more decisively!"
Gongsun Ye hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "What should the head of the family do?"
"Huh, history is written by the victors, winners and losers. At this point, since he can't get the idea, then it's up to me to take action!" Jia Chunming, a young man in blue robe, gritted his teeth, his seemingly immature expression looking extremely childish.
Cruel.
Gongsun Ye whispered: "I will make arrangements now!"
"Well, go quickly! Save yourself a long night and many dreams!" The young man in blue robe waved his hand, dismissed his men, turned around, held the silver spear, and continued to practice.
The convoy left the Wolong Mountains and continued to drive forward for more than a hundred miles without haste. As night fell, the temperature became even colder. Even a master of internal energy like Lu Chen couldn't stand it.
Fortunately, the convoy entered the Iron Imperial City in Wuxi County and did not have to sleep outdoors on the first night.
Jia Tianpeng was extremely generous and directly booked the largest inn in the city to stay, and the convoy of hundreds of people was carefully arranged.
While eating, Lu Chen and other Sword Sect disciples were downstairs, while Jia Tianpeng led a group of his lamas into the private room on the second floor.
"Where did these lamas come from?" Han Wenqing, four elite disciples, Lu Chen, Murong Ziyun, and Teng Qinglei, were sitting in a group talking in low voices.
Teng Qinglei took a sip of wine, warmed up his body, and said in a low voice: "These lamas are not from our land of Kyushu!"
Lu Chen's eyes brightened and he asked, "Do you know the origins of these people?"
"Yes!" Teng Qinglei nodded, picked up a piece of fat and put it in his mouth, and said slowly: "These lamas are disciples of the Zen sect beyond the Great Wall. They can dress up in red robes, and their status in the Zen sect must be high. Look at how they walk.
Feng's appearance and strength may have reached the peak level acquired the day after tomorrow, so we'd better have less contact with them!"
"Zen? What kind of sect is that?" Han Wenqing asked in confusion, his eyebrows narrowed.
"Zen Buddhism is similar to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, one of the eight major sects in Kyushu. It is located on the top of the snow-capped mountains and is extremely famous outside the Great Wall. On the grasslands outside the Great Wall, there are many nomadic people living. They usually make a living by herding cattle and sheep. Many of them believe in Zen Buddhism. We
The extremely famous Fiery Horses, Blood-sweating Horses, and White Dragon Horses of Kyushu come from these places. However, there are also many forces outside the Great Wall that rule these tribes."
"Like our eight major sects in Kyushu?" Lu Chen said with great interest.
