There is a horse-driving mountain outside the south city of Linzi. It is said that a general once drove his horse and died suddenly here. The name of this general is unknown, but only the name of the mountain has been passed down. After all, someone who can die from exhaustion on a forced march is not considered a famous general.
Somehow, this mountain gradually became a tomb mountain, and many tombs were moved here.
Because there is still some fame, the so-called general protects the resting place here, but not everyone can be buried in it. It is considered a good cemetery.
This is the resting place that Xu Xiangqian chose for Xu Fang, who lived in the family five hundred years ago.
Otherwise, there are so many people in Linzi.
After leaving the city, at least we won’t bump into each other. However, there are still many people traveling in the countryside, doing business, and all kinds of people on official roads.
After walking for about half a stick of incense, the number of pedestrians on the road became noticeably sparse.
Jiang Wang paused and said, "You go first, I will come back later."
Xu Xiangqian didn't ask why, he just responded and continued walking forward.
Jiang Wang pressed his sword and turned around, walking towards a porter with a clear purpose.
The porter was carrying a load of stones and gave way to the side. Jiang Wang followed and took two steps laterally. He then raised his head and said in an authentic Linzi accent: "Master, I can't move anymore. You can walk first."
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his smile was quite honest and simple.
"I'm afraid you can't keep up." Jiang Wang said.
"Look what you said, what am I doing with you? I'm carrying the stones to the front, and we're going the other way."
The porter looked like he was in his thirties or forties. But if you remove the sallow layer on your face and the somewhat messy beard, you can look at least ten years younger.
Jiang Wang stared at him and said, "How do you know you are on a different path from me? How do you know...where I am going?"
The porter was stunned for a moment, and then responded quickly: "You must be going to drive the horse mountain if you follow the guy doing nothing. There is no need to think too much about it."
Jiang Wang looked down and motioned for him to look at his feet: "I've seen these boots of yours more than a dozen times. Why, you can't bear to change them?"
Only then did the porter realize what the problem was. He did not expect that the person who prepared his outfit would make such a stupid mistake. But this is not the time to care.
Trouble.
Such thoughts came to his mind.
Without saying a word, he threw away the burden in his hand and threw two baskets of stones with the pole directly at Jiang Wang.
boom!
The explosion in such a short distance shows how powerful it is.
Jiang Wang just drew his sword out of its sheath, and a cold light suddenly flashed. The pole was broken into two pieces, and the stones were separated on both sides. As if they had their own consciousness, they all moved around Jiang Wang.
In the meantime, Jiang Wang walked forward, the tip of his sword heading straight for the porter's vitals.
Snapped!
The porter clasped his palms together, clamped the sword body with his flesh palms, then deflected it outward with force, and at the same time kicked it fiercely.
Jiang Wang did not give in. He only twisted the sword slightly, and the violent sword energy exploded in a spiral shape.
In order to save his hands, the porters had no choice but to let go and retreat.
Jiang Wang swung his sword down to cut off his leg which he had not had time to fully retract. But he saw a group of soldiers pouring out from his legs, wrapping around the porter's legs, rising directly, and actually wanted to confront Sauvignon Blanc head-on.
This crisp and fierce fighting method is indeed that of a military monk.
Jiang Wang made a judgment in his mind, raised his sword back, and slashed towards his opponent's throat.
The porter's eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his left hand to touch his neck, while his toes poked Jiang Wang's heart without hesitation.
There is a bit of ruthlessness in trading one's life with one's hand.
Jiang Wang stretched out his hand like lightning and pressed on his calf. The man jumped up, spun in the air, and whipped his leg!
Crack!
This whip leg exploded the air, and directly hit the porter's arm around his neck, forcing it inwards.
Along with his hand, he hit the right side of his face and whipped his whole body away.
All this happened in a matter of seconds, so quickly that there was no time to make a secret.
In terms of strength, this stalker dressed as a porter is not inferior to Xi Munan who held the city master's seal in Jiacheng back then, and he is also considered extraordinary in the Tenglong Realm.
But for Jiang Wang now, this strength is no longer enough to fight.
But he said that the porter was kicked away by a kick and immediately turned over. However, Jiang Wang was already in front of him again, close at hand.
This is a distance that cannot be avoided and can easily lead to life and death.
"Don't force me to hold back." Jiang Wang said.
Like a basin of cold water poured on his head, the porter calmed down instantly.
Even if this was Linzi, killing an unknown person who was following him by mistake was not an indefensible reason.
In that confrontation just now, the gap in strength was already obvious.
Compared with those stupid young people who rush to fight for their lives without thinking, the opponent's rationality is always gratifying.
Jiang Wang put away his sword and asked calmly: "Who asked you to follow me?"
The porter gritted his teeth and said, "I can't say."
"It's not that you refuse, or that you can't?" Jiang Wang thought for a moment: "Wang Yiwu in the army?"
He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, consciously catching Wang Yiwu's hand. This was an unexpected gain of this trip: "Using military orders to conduct private affairs?"
"That's not the case!" The porter retorted: "You are not from Qi, and your origin is unknown. Now you are wandering around Linzi. We have the responsibility of guarding the capital, and we have reason to investigate you."
As expected, Wang Yiwu is not that easy to leave behind. This is a spontaneous investigation by the military, and it can actually be said to be in compliance with regulations.
But at this time, it takes a lot of courage to be unreasonable, let alone reasonable.
"Not to mention that my title of baron is an imperial title. Even the emperor met me in Donghua Pavilion and recognized my achievements. Do you doubt me? Doubt the emperor's vision?"
Jiang Wang looked at him coldly, almost saying 'Who do you think you are' written on his face: "Which army do you belong to?"
"We were just investigating... and not doing anything."
"Then do you know the relationship between Wang Yiwu and Zhongxuanzun, and the relationship between me and Zhongxuansheng? Zhongxuanzun and Chongxuansheng are now competing for the position of head of the family? How fierce is this, and how many interests are involved?" Jiang Wang Asking questions again and again.
Even though the porter's face was painted waxy yellow, it was clear that he was uncertain at this moment: "I didn't... think about it that much. I just followed the order."
Jiang Wang stared at him, tapping his fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword.
The porter was also silent, waiting for his decision.
After a long time, Jiang Wang said: "Wipe your face clean and let me remember who you are."
With this man's cultivation, no matter which army he is in, he is definitely not an ordinary soldier. It was very suspicious that Wang Yiwu sent such a person to follow him, and it didn't look like he was just following him. It would be too stupid for Jiang Wang to kill someone directly.
Being stared at by Jiang Wang's sword-like gaze, the porter had no room to hesitate and directly stretched out his hand to wipe his face.
The waxy thing was wiped away, and even the beard disappeared.
What appeared in front of him was a young face of average appearance but good complexion, probably about twenty years old.
Jiang Wang was more sure of his judgment and just said: "We are on the same road now, right?"
Then, without saying anything else, he turned around and walked in Xu Xiangqian's direction, not worrying that he would take the opportunity to escape.
Because both of them knew that there was no way to escape.
The young man, who was still wearing porter's clothes, changed his expression for a while, and finally took steps to follow Jiang Wang.
