Several carriages drove toward the outside of the city from the gate of Bei Liehou Mansion.
Ding Xiaoyi still plays the role of the groom, and in his carriage are still Xue Ningshang, the ancient elf and the pink and jade little girl, plus a pale and fair-faced Ye Qingqing.
What surprised Ding Xiaoyi was that this time Bei Liehou Xue Xiao also went to Jiange together.
The carriage of Prince Geng's Mansion followed closely behind the carriage of Bei Liehou's Mansion, and Prince Geng also headed to Jiange.
Guo Huaian did not fall into a deep sleep. Xia Houxue and Guo Huaian were riding in the same carriage.
The capital of Emperor Yong was like an exploding pot,
Most of the dignitaries rode out of the city in carriages.
The Jiange Tianjiao Competition became a major event in the imperial capital Yongning. Those who watched the excitement, participated in the competition, and some powerful and powerful people became the referees of this competition.
In short,
The imperial capital of Yinning was extremely popular on this day, and luxury carriages could be seen everywhere roaring towards Jiange.
Jiange is located in the northeast of Yinning, the imperial capital, and is located in the Fanyin Mountain of Yinning, the imperial capital.
Nafanyin Mountain is originally a Buddhist mountain.
Later, the Buddhist sect declined and was eventually replaced by Jiange.
The history of Jiange is older than that of Dayong Dynasty, and it is not known which dynasty and generation established it.
Ding Xiaoyi and everyone from the Bei Liehou Mansion drove out from the east gate of Yinning, the imperial capital, and then headed toward the Jiange in a mighty manner.
Along the way,
He saw countless luxury carriages roaring away.
The carriage of Bei Liehou's Mansion was not moving very fast. The carriages of many dignitaries and nobles pushed the carriage of Bei Liehou's Mansion far away.
Jiange,
It is also the holy land for sword cultivators in the world, and it is the leader among sword cultivators in the world.
Even East China Sea Jiandao is three points polite.
There are thousands of disciples of Jiange, and it is said that most of the sword cultivators in the world come from Jiange.
Even if he is not a disciple of Jiange, he still has something to do with Jiange.
Sword cultivators in the world are proud of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.
Even if it touches even a little bit, I feel extremely proud.
The Imperial City and the Jiange are hundreds of miles apart. If you fly in the sky, you can reach them in less than an hour.
However, flying in the air above the imperial capital is strictly prohibited, even in the suburbs of the imperial capital.
Fanyin Mountain strictly prohibits flying in the air.
Countless sword energies were deployed in Fanyin Mountain by the strong swordsmen from the sword pavilion.
Once it flies above Fanyin Mountain, it will be torn into pieces by the sharp sword energy.
Even the disciples of the Sword Pavilion cannot fly in the air at will. The first thing a sword cultivator must cultivate is his own sword heart.
Xue Ningshang introduced Jiange to Ding Xiaoyi, but Gu Xiaotian on the side was extremely excited.
This was her first time going out, and it was also her first time leaving the imperial capital.
She calls her Sister Ningshang and calls her Elf Sister, so sweetly.
Ye Qingqing remained silent. She just listened to Xue Ningshang's introduction and did not say anything.
"How many disciples are there in Jiange now?" Ding Xiaoyi looked at the winding mountains in the distance and asked Xue Ningshang out of curiosity.
The continuous rolling mountains in the distance are Fanyin Mountain.
Thousands of years ago, this mountain was a Buddhist holy place.
Unexpectedly, the Buddhist sect in Fanyin Mountain was eventually replaced by Jiange. The rise of Jiange made Fanyin Mountain famous all over the world again.
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One point is that if Jiange encounters a disaster, all Jiange disciples must return to Jiange unconditionally.
This is a belief that is deeply engraved in the heart of every Jiange disciple.
Being a disciple of Jiange is an honor and a responsibility.
Sword Pavilion disciples can also open their own sword dojo or join the army.
But Jiange has a move, and all the disciples of Jiange must return to Jiange.
Born as a person from Jiange, died as a ghost from Jiange.
Every move in the future will be answered. This is the belief engraved in the bones of every Jiange disciple.
There is a cloud in the world, there are thousands of disciples of the sword pavilion, and all the sword cultivators in the world come out of the sword pavilion.
The prestige of Jiange has reached its extreme, and no sect can compare with Jiange.
Even the prestige of the other three sects in the imperial capital of Yongning can only be compared to, but not on par with, theirs.
"Miss, the eldest son said they are waiting for you in front."
A guard of Bei Liehou hurriedly came to the carriage driven by Ding Xiaoyi, and then whispered to Xue Ningshang.
"I know," Xue Ningshang said with a frown.
The guard left in a hurry.
The carriage moved slowly, and the official road to Jiange was already crowded with cars.
The carriage Ding Xiaoyi drove was the carriage he brought from Xiazhou.
The carriage was in tatters and the old horse was ordinary.
Many luxurious carriages roared past the dilapidated carriage, instantly throwing the carriage driven by Ding Xiaoyi far away.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't care about this.
Although the carriage in Bei Liehou Mansion is luxurious and fast, Ding Xiaoyi doesn't want to be so high-profile.
The spirit-gathering talisman array was arranged in his body by Gu Yanning, and he had to adapt to the spirit-gathering talisman array along the way.
Naturally, Xue Ningshang and others didn't care what carriage they were riding in. Ding Xiaoyi was acting as the coachman anyway.
Luxurious carriages roared past, and the carriage driven by Ding Xiaoyi fell behind the carriages.
He drove the carriage slowly and slowly, swaying along the way.
Xue Ningshang's eight brothers have already disappeared. Even Prince Nageng's carriage pushed them far away.
Ding Xiaoyi is not worried about Guo Huaian's safety.
As long as Xia Houxue has no ill intentions towards Guo Huaian, it will be fine.
Although Xia Houxue did not deal with him,
He also targeted and plotted against Princess Dayong everywhere, but he felt that Xia Houxue did not seem to have any ill intentions towards Guo Huaian after he lost his memory.
This is a kind of intuition, the intuition of Kenshin Muzan,
Perhaps it was because he escorted Princess Xiahou Xiying of Dayong back to the imperial capital, so Xiahou Xue hated Wujiwu and even herself.
Coupled with the fact that he killed Geng Liqiu, Xia Houxue wanted to kill himself.
Because of Guo Huaian's existence, this unruly and vicious princess did not speak harshly to him again.
Ding Xiaoyi sat leisurely on the shaft of this dilapidated carriage, without even taking a riding whip.
The old horse walked leisurely and steadily on the rugged official road.
ahead,
There was a lot of traffic, horses neighing and carriages whistling, and most of the dignitaries in the imperial capital came out.
"drive……",
Ding Xiaoyi was not in a hurry. Just as they were passing through a long and narrow official road, there was a rush of loud shouts from behind.
The wheels made a squeaking sound as they crushed the gravel, and a carriage came in a hurry, going very fast.
The carriage driven by Ding XiaoB has arrived at the long and narrow official road.
"Those in front, get out of the way."
A sharp shout passed into Ding Xiaoyi's ears,
Ding Xiaoyi's expression couldn't help but change. He also wanted to get out of the way.
But this narrow official road cannot accommodate two carriages.
The carriage behind rushed over in a hurry, trying to hit the carriage driven by Ding Xiaoyi.
"hiss……",
A frightened horse neighed into Ding Xiaoyi's ears,
Ding Xiaoyi's body swayed and disappeared suddenly from the shaft of the car.
next moment,
When his figure appeared again, he had already appeared behind the carriage,
He held down the charging horse like a giant spirit god.
"Xilulu...",
The tall horse was forcibly held down by Ding Xiaoyi's hands, letting out bursts of mournful sounds.
There was a loud "boom" sound,
The horse's head that was held down couldn't help but fall over, and the carriage also fell down with a crash.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Several figures shot out from the carriage.
I saw three figures with livid faces appearing next to the carriage that collapsed.
They were three young men in brocade robes. The coachman had already stood up and jumped away before the carriage collapsed.
The faces of the three young men in brocade robes were extremely ugly. They stood beside the carriage that collapsed, staring at Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi was dressed in cloth and carried a long sword wrapped in coarse cloth on his back.
At this time, Ding Xiaoyi did not release any cultivation aura from his body.
He was just like a mountain villager who had never seen the world, a village boy who had never seen the world.
"Where did you come from, country bumpkin? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear our groom telling you to get out of the way?"
An older young man in brocade robe pointed at Ding Xiaoyi's nose and started to curse.
The groom's face was also ugly. He looked at the commoner boy with a livid face.
