In the evening, the sun sets and half of the sky is dyed orange.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the rivers of several mountain streams are like golden ribbons, converging towards a giant lake from all directions, as if weaving a golden thread garment for it.
There is a yellow trail not far from the lake, which is the main road from the surrounding mountains to Huayuan City. A small motorcade is coming from the distance.
There were about fifty people in the convoy, some riding horses and some sitting in carriages. There were a few crisp noises from time to time. On both sides were guards with straight backs and well-dressed swords, and many carrying backpacks.
Baggage, a handyman leading a horse and cart.
At the front of the team, there was a horse that stood out from the rest. This horse was all black, with shiny hair. It was taller and stronger than the horses around it.
Riding on the horse is a middle-aged man wearing brocade clothes. He has a lean face, thick eyebrows and small eyes. His temples are high and his eyes are faintly shining.
He scanned the surroundings from time to time, and the fingers holding the horse rope were very thick, much thicker than ordinary people. Although his body was a bit thinner than the surrounding guards, he had a strong and fierce aura exuding.
"Uncle Yu, haven't you arrived at Huayuan City yet?" A childish voice came from the carriage in front, and the curtain was opened by a pair of white hands.
The speaker was a little girl about ten years old, with baby fat on her face, and a pair of big, watery eyes under her slender eyebrows, full of aura. There was a boy with a very similar appearance beside her, who looked older than the girl.
One or two years old, his eyebrows are full of heroic spirit.
"Sister, didn't I tell you earlier? With the current speed of the convoy, it is impossible to arrive today, so why bother with uncle."
Before the middle-aged man could reply, the boy answered first, expressing strong dissatisfaction in his tone.
The little girl pursed her lips and said, "Humph, you are not much older than me. Who knows if that's right or not. Dad said he had to listen to Uncle Yu along the way, but he didn't say he wanted to listen to you, so I don't believe you."
"What do you know? Brother, I am naturally smart. I don't know how I can carry forward the Iron Fist Sect in the future. You must know that it took us nearly ten days to set off, and there were a few more carriages on the return trip. If it takes another ten days to return,
Wouldn't that be..."
Seeing that the two young ancestors were quarreling again, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and gave some instructions to the guards around him.
Then he turned around and said to the people in the carriage: "Master, Miss, it's getting late. In front of us is Jinsi Lake. We just happen to have a night's rest by the lake. We will set off early tomorrow morning. We should be able to reach Huayuan City at noon."
After finishing speaking, he ignored the more intense quarrel in the carriage and drove his horse towards the back.
In the next few carriages were some teenage children, both boys and girls, all of whom looked very smart. When they heard the middle-aged man told them that they would rest by Jinsi Lake tonight, they were very excited and chatted with each other.
Non-stop.
"Wow, we're here at Jinsi Lake. My dad said that Jinsi Lake is the most beautiful lake in Wei State. You must take a good look at it!"
"Who said Jinsi Lake is the most beautiful lake, my Bibo Lake is!"
"I heard that the fish in Jinsi Lake has a very special taste and is more delicious than the fish in other lakes!"
"Ah, I'm hungry."
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Listening to the chirping noises of the little guys in the motorcade, the middle-aged man's stiff face revealed a look of memory.
"These are the fresh blood of the Iron Fist Sect. I think back in those days, several of our fellow apprentices also stayed one night by the Golden Silk Lake before entering the school. We were more excited than them."
"It's a pity, Senior Brother Zhang... Hey, he grew up in this area, and he likes to eat the fish in Jinsi Lake the most." When he thought of Senior Brother Zhang, a trace of sadness flashed in his small eyes, and his expression was a little dazed.
Suddenly, a few grunting sounds came from the middle-aged man's ears, and he couldn't help but look around.
The two guards beside him were walking on the ground while staring closely at the Jinsi Lake not far away, with some saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths.
The middle-aged man laughed dumbly and said: "Xiao Wang, Xiao Chen, you can find some brothers who know how to swim and go fishing in the lake. Let's see how greedy you are."
"Elder Yu understands us. Brothers, we can't wait any longer." The two of them immediately greeted each other and rushed towards the lake with a few guards who were also eager to see through them.
As they ran, a layer of air seemed to surge around their legs, and they were moving very fast. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the lake, where they took off their clothes and plunged into the lake.
As the controller of Huayuan City, the Iron Fist Sect only occupies one city, but its influence spreads over a large area, and a large area of surrounding towns and villages are under its control.
In addition to paying tributes on time, the leaders of towns and villages must select some children with outstanding qualifications every ten years to add fresh blood to the Iron Fist Sect.
This motorcade is here to pick up the disciples who are about to start. Those children and teenagers with good qualifications will become inner disciples, and those with less qualifications will become outer disciples.
The surrounding towns and villages all hope that their children can enter the Iron Fist Sect. If they become real disciples, not only will there be guards to protect them in the future, but the villagers will also have the opportunity to acquire simple skills, and the village will become more and more prosperous.
The replenishment of fresh blood every ten years, coupled with the management of surrounding towns and villages, has allowed the Iron Fist Sect to maintain its dominant position in Huayuan City for nearly a hundred years.
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Not long after, the convoy arrived at Jinsi Lake. Several guards who were proficient in water skills swam out of the water one after another. There were already more than a dozen fat and lively fish on the edge of the lake.
The handymen also began to set up camp and make fires to cook. The children and teenagers in several cars got out of the car and started playing around the lake. The guards performed their duties.
Gradually, the sky gradually darkened, and the children playing by the lake reluctantly returned to the camp amid the scoldings of the guards, sitting by the campfire and waiting for dinner.
Wang Xiaopang was patrolling the edge of the camp, his round eyes looking at the grilled fish on the fire rack in the distance from time to time. There was a hint of crystal color in the corner of his mouth, thinking about how many fish he could eat in one go to fill his stomach.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared on the other side of Jinsi Lake. He couldn't help but change his face, and put his hand on the short knife at his waist.
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"who?"
While scolding, he used the bonfire in the distance to see clearly who was coming.
Both figures are wearing clothes made of animal skins. One of them is an old man with white hair, wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, and a red mole on the left side of his dark face. Although he is older, his waist is still straight.
Very straight.
The other is a short-haired man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a very tall build.
After Wang Xiaopang saw the old man's face clearly, he was slightly startled and said: "Are you Uncle Zhang? The father of the great elder?"
The old man looked at the young guard with a smile and said, "You are the guard next to Elder Yu, right? I have an impression. Could it be that Elder Yu is here?"
"It's really Uncle Zhang. Elder Yu is indeed here. Please wait a moment. I'll go and inform him."
Xiao Wang was quite pleasantly surprised, but before he could turn around, there was a whistling wind in his ears, and a middle-aged man came galloping from the camp.
Lu Kun looked at the speeding figure and his pupils shrank slightly. The opponent's speed was beyond his imagination. According to his experience, this explosive speed reached at least 100 meters and nine seconds, or even faster!
Accompanied by a strong wind, a middle-aged man came to them. With a somewhat respectful tone, he said to the old hunter: "Uncle Zhang, what kind of wind brings you here?"
Lu Kun on the side felt the other person's steady breathing, not even a breath, and was even more shocked. Such a rapid explosion put great pressure on the heart and lungs, but why did the other person look like he didn't use his lungs?
"The surname is Yu. He is Yu Yunye, one of the four elders of the Iron Fist Sect mentioned by Uncle Zhang. His speed at lifting weights is terrifying. Is this the strength of a first-class warrior?"
"Is the martial arts in this world as magical as those in martial arts TV series?"