"Since you are ready, I don't know what we are going to do next?" Lu Chen said with a gentle voice.

Butler Jia smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have arranged the route of departure. You Sword Sect disciples just need to follow behind. Everyone will be fine. If you encounter trouble, please help me. These wooden boxes contain the family’s assets that the head of the family has been operating overseas for many years, which is of great significance. This time, the owner has traveled through mountains and rivers to return to the family. There must be many people who have made up their minds on the way! After the matter is completed, the rewards will definitely be indispensable, please don't worry."

"It is our responsibility to escort your master out of Qingzhou. As for the remuneration, you can do it yourself! I also hope that you will try to cooperate with us along the way, and no one wants to bleed!" Lu Chen said seriously.

Butler Jia bowed and said, "Of course, my master and your sect leader are good friends, so naturally he will not let his disciples take risks and die in vain!"

"Since that's the case, let's set off!" Lu Chen said politely, and with a casual move, all the disciples turned over and rode their horses together.

After seeing that the convoy had been rested, Mr. Jia led his children ahead and led a convoy of hundreds of people to slowly drive towards the exit of Wolong Town.

Murong Ziyun and Lu Chen walked side by side, looked at the luxuriously shaped carriage in front of him, and said calmly: "How is it!"

"These people are very strange!" Lu Chen said with a frown.

Murong Ziyun asked: "What's the strange thing?"

"I said we were asking us to escort, but people didn't take us seriously at all throughout the journey. Also, the eighteen lamas had a protruding brow bone and a long breath, and almost all of them had the strength of the acquired peak. Compared with them, the quality was uneven, like a pawn!" Lu Chen carefully observed the lamas in the convoy, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

Murong Ziyun held the reins and kicked the horse's belly while frowned: "You think it's not as easy as we escorted Jia Tianpeng's family!"

"Well, I feel this, but I can't tell you where there is any problem. Let's take a look first! I was ordered to escort the other party out of Qingzhou, but the other party didn't even see each other. I just asked us to follow us, do you show off?" Lu Chen snorted lowly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Murong Ziyun blinked his beautiful eyes and thoughtfully: "It shouldn't be. I saw Jia Tianpeng, a sect when I was very young. He has a close relationship with my father. I know a little about him. He will not be so arrogant for no reason!"

"Hmph, it would be fine if there is a reason!" Jia Tianpeng's attitude made Lu Chen a little dissatisfied, but as a disciple of the Sword Sect, it was hard to say something: "By the way, you carry the Liuying Sword on your body, don't take action unless you have to!" The Liuying Sword is a magic weapon and is extremely precious. This kind of journey to the world will naturally easily attract others' covetment.

"Well, I understand!" Murong Ziyun nodded.

At the foot of Wolong Mountain, an official road winds forward, and a convoy full of cargo is moving forward slowly, and soon the shadow of Wolong Town cannot be seen.

In the cold winter, the wind was biting. A light snow fell yesterday, causing a layer of frozen soil to condense on the ground, causing many minor troubles to occur on the road.

For example, a disciple of the Sword Sect fell down in front of the horse.

The whole thing fell down and chewed at the mud, which made everyone laugh. Or, a wooden box suddenly fell from the convoy, and the gold, silver and treasures inside were scattered all over the ground. The scene was extremely envious.

The convoy is moving southwest. If you want to cross Qingzhou, you need to pass by several county towns. According to the turtle-like driving 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 was, the owner of the luxurious carriage refused to show up, and let the eighteen lamas wait aside throughout the whole process, and the whole process was done by Mr. Jia.

....

In a mansion more than 300 miles away, there is a lake in the backyard. In the cold winter, a layer of thin ice has condensed on the water surface, and the cold air is constantly filled with.

However, on this ice surface that was thinner than paper, two men were fighting fiercely on the lake.

A young man uses a gun, and a thin old man uses a knife!

The two were on the thin ice, like two birds, turning into two afterimages and constantly colliding on the ice.

clang. clang. clang. clang. The gun shadow shot out like thousands of arrows, covering the thin old man who made the knife. The old man held the long sword and spun it, and countless sword lights transformed out, blocking each gun shadow on the other party.

With every collision, violent energy will sweep around, stirring up a layer of ice chips, and swelling in the air.

After a fierce battle, the young green spot in the blue robe drifted across a distance, landed in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, inserted the spear directly into the ground, picked up a pot of wine in the hot basin on the stone table, raised his head and took a big mouthful of wine!

"Haha, please feel free!" The young man in blue robe wiped off the water marks of his mouth and said generously: "I didn't expect that my "Fantasy Moon Shooting" has reached the eighth level, and it will be different when used!"

"Congratulations to the young master for his progress in strength. With your current strength, you will definitely be able to enter the top ten of Qianlong Competition in a year and become famous all over the world!" The thin old man came to the young man with a long sword on his back, clasped his fists and looked respectful.

The young man in blue robe said proudly: "Hmph, my goal is not tenth in the Qianlong List. Gongsun Ye, you are too short-sighted!"

"Yes. Yes, my subordinates are wrong. The young master will definitely win the leader in the Qianlong Competition!" Gongsun Ye quickly changed his words.

The young man in blue robe exhaled a breath of white breath, looked at the cracked ice surface in the distance with his eyes, and said solemnly: "My master said that as long as I practice the Fantasy Moon Shooting to the point of great success, all under the world will be invincible in the acquired martial artists. Unfortunately, they are only one step away!"

"Young master, don't panic. It's still one year before 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, "I won't talk about this anymore. How are my third brother asking about the news?"

"Report to the young master, Fei Ge just passed a letter, and my subordinates have already found out about Jia Tianpeng's return!" Gongsun Ye said coldly.

The young man in blue robe turned around and sat on the stone table, poured the warm hot wine into the wine 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 with a lot of gold, silver and treasures on his body. It seems that he is ready to give it a try!" Gongsun Ye pinched the goatee with one hand and said seriously.

The young man in blue robe picked up his glass and sucked it, and asked in confusion: "Where are my third brother doing what?"

"It is said that he has a close relationship with Murong Xuan, the leader of the Liuyun Sword Sect. In order to prevent accidents on the way, he specially hired a group of outstanding elite disciples to escort them!" Gongsun Ye said truthfully.

The young man in blue robe snorted, and his eyes flashed with cold light: "Hmph, my third brother is thoughtful! Do you think you can rest assured by recruiting a group of acquired martial artists? You are too underestimating me!"

"Young Master, what should we do next?" Gongsun Ye asked.

The young man in the blue robe was drinking leisurely and said, "As long as there are no innate strong people, the third brother's family background will be mine sooner or later. Notify Luo Bao, Luo Hu and his brothers, and be more decisive!"

Gongsun Ye hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "What should I do with the head of the family?"

"Hmph, success, defeat, bandits, history is written by winners. At this point, since he can't get the idea, I will do it!" Jia Chunming, a young man in blue robe, gritted his teeth, and his seemingly tender face seemed extremely vicious.

Gongsun Ye whispered: "I'll make arrangements now!"

"Well, go quickly! It will save you from the long night and dreams!" The young man in blue robe waved his hand, waved his hand away, turned around and held the silver spear to continue his cultivation.

The convoy left the Wolong Mountains and continued to drive forward more than 100 miles without panic. When night fell, the temperature became even colder. Even Lu Chen, an expert in internal strength, could not stand it.

Fortunately, the convoy entered the Iron Imperial City in Wuxi County and did not have to sleep in the wild for the first night.

Jia Tianpeng took great advantage and directly booked the largest inn in the city to stay. The convoy of hundreds of people was arranged properly.

During the meal, Lu Chen and his group of disciples of the Sword Sect were downstairs, while Jia Tianpeng led a group of lamas under him into the private room on the second floor.

"Where are these lamas coming from?" Han Wenqing, Lu Chen, Murong Ziyun, and Teng Qinglei, four elite disciples sat in a group and whispered.

Teng Qinglei took a sip of wine, warmed up, and said in a low voice: "These lamas are not from our land of Jiuzhou!"

Lu Chen's eyes lit up slightly and he asked, "Do you know the origin of these people?"

"Well!" Teng Qinglei nodded, picked up a piece of fat meat and put it in his mouth, and said slowly: "These lamas are disciples of Zen Buddhism outside the Frontier. They can dress up in red robes and their status in Zen Buddhism must be quite low. Judging from their walking like the wind, their strength is probably at the peak of acquired nature. We should avoid contact with them!"

"Zen Buddhism? What kind of sect is that?" Han Wenqing said in confusion with her thin eyebrows.

"Zen Buddhism is similar to Wanfo Temple, one of the eight major sects in Jiuzhou. It is located on the top of the snow-capped mountains and is extremely famous outside the Great Wall. There are many nomadic people living on the grasslands outside the Great Wall. They usually make a living by herding cattle and sheep, and many of them believe in Zen. The extremely famous fire horses, sweat and blood BMWs, and white dragon horses in our Jiuzhou come from these places. However, there are also many forces outside the Great Wall that rule these tribes."

"Just like our eight major sects in Jiuzhou?" Lu Chen said with great interest.
Chapter completed!