Although Gongsun Qi also focused on the world, what he did did not reach the breadth of benefiting the world. Nan Zhongdao knew himself. Let alone benefiting the world, he would be satisfied if he could keep the martial arts hall from declining.
His thinking is not broad enough, and his mind and wisdom are not enough to support him in understanding the world's trends, which makes him unable to deduce the overall situation in response to such changes.
Nan Zhongdao understood that it was not history that chose him, but that he had to adapt to history. He was not a pioneer, but a transitioner.
How to deal with Song Xiaoting's problem, Nan Zhongdao didn't think of any good solution until Qin Ling.
"Three seniors, please pay your respects to Nan Zhongdao of Jiangwu Hall."
"Come in." An old voice came.
This is the first time Nan Zhongdao has stepped into the small courtyard next to the Qin Mausoleum. Although he already knows every plant and tree in this courtyard, the feeling of knowing it is very different from actually entering it.
There was no uncomfortable sense of oppression here, and there was nothing that made him feel special. The three old men were just like ordinary people.
"Sorry to disturb the three seniors." Nan Zhongdao said respectfully.
This is an extremely ordinary small courtyard. Three old men are working slowly, installing a low trolley, an all-wooden push trolley.
The pallet truck has been formed, but there are still some places where the wedge strips have not yet been installed. An old man is holding the pallet cart, another old man is holding the wedge strips, and the other is gently driving the wedge strips in with a mallet.
The three old men moved slowly, but they worked meticulously, without any intention of cutting corners or improvising at will.
After watching the three old men working quietly for a while, Nan Zhongdao respectfully asked, "Senior, where can I place the body of the hall master's wife?"
"Water." The old man holding the trolley slowly said one word.
water? There is water everywhere, but there is probably only one place that can protect Song Xiaoting's vitality, and Nan Zhongdao already knows where it is.
"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Nan Zhongdao said respectfully.
The three old men worked hard for a long time and finally installed the trolley. Nan Zhongdao had been waiting quietly for them to finish. He knew that guests should do as they please.
Song Xiaoting is here, in this underground place. Of course Nan Zhongdao can dig out Song Xiaoting, but this is the territory of the three old men, and Song Xiaoting was settled by them. They did not dig people out, obviously because they had other considerations.
The old man holding the cart found a piece of hemp rope and tied it through the handrails of the cart. A cart that could be pushed by hand and carried on the shoulders was truly completed.
"The body should not be more than three feet above the ground." The old man put down the gavel and said slowly. As he spoke, the ground suddenly bulged and cracked. A rosewood coffin broke out of the ground and was slowly moved to the cart.
The three old men worked hard for a long time, and the cart they built turned out to be used to carry the coffin containing Song Xiaoting's body. No wonder the cart was so short. It turned out that it couldn't be more than three feet off the ground. They had already made arrangements.
The three old men acted like this. It was obvious that the fifth family did not want to sever the friendly relationship with the martial arts hall, but had to transfer Song Xiaoting's body to another place.
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From this point of view, Qin Ling may undergo major changes, which will threaten the safety of Song Xiaoting underground, otherwise the three ancestors of the Fifth Family will not let him transport Song Xiaoting's body.
"Understood. Senior, do you need any help?" Nan Zhongdao said seriously.
"I'm interested." The old man holding the remaining wedge said slowly. After the whole car was finished, there was just one more wedge coming out.
If you have the intention, it means that you are unable to do it.
Knowing that his own power was far from those of these world-creating powers and that it would be of no use at all, Nan Zhongdao solemnly saluted and said: "Thank you, senior, for taking care of the hall master's wife. I will say goodbye, junior."
"Go." The old man looked at the wedge in his hand and slowly smiled.
Nan Zhongdao calmed down, helped up the cart, pulled the cart out of the courtyard, and walked slowly along the road to the south.
Nan Zhongdao understood that everything was based on the expectations of the three old men. What he wanted to ask and what he wanted to know were all known to the three old men. If they didn't tell them, he didn't need to ask. As long as he knew that the fifth family was not going to compete with Jiangwu Hall. It's enough to disassociate yourself from it.
The cart made by the three old men was very strong, and it carried the heavy rosewood coffin and Song Xiaoting's body without making any noise, and there was no chance of falling apart.
Pulling the cart and walking slowly on the frozen road, Nan Zhongdao was thinking about whether someone would stop him. After all, this kind of opportunity was rare. Even a peak master in the virtual realm wanted to protect the coffin and ensure that Song Xiaoting's body was no more than three feet above the ground, which was by no means a simple matter.
There are many people staring at Jiangwutang. Once the news about him pulling the cart spreads, even those who have no grudge against Jiangwutang may want to poke his weak spots or come and watch.
Knowing that his identity was different from before, and that some things could no longer be done by himself, Nan Zhongdao sent a message to those who were accompanying him in the distance.
"The coffin cannot leave the car, cannot be more than one meter above the ground, cannot cross bridges, cannot cross water, and cannot be more than one meter above the ground at any time. Do you understand?" Nan Zhongdao warned through a message.
The migrant worker who came to take over pulling the cart nodded solemnly and said in less than standard Mandarin: "Understood."
The ancestor of the fifth family must have had his reasons for giving such an order. The most likely reason was that he needed to use the earth's energy to maintain Song Xiaoting's vitality and prevent the loss of vitality during transportation. This cart may also be an important medium.
For virtual realm masters, 1,500 kilometers is an easy journey, but the coffin cannot be more than one meter above the ground. You can only use two feet to climb over mountains and ridges. You must also be careful not to damage the cart with excessive force. This is It's not easy anymore.
Nan Zhongdao did not leave. This was not a big thing for Jiangwutang, or even an insignificant thing, but for him, it was a big thing and something that must be done well.
Day and night, at the current speed, we can cover 500 kilometers a day and night, and it will take at least three days to reach our destination.
Three days is a long time, enough for everyone to know about this matter and make arrangements.
Will the Ji family come and kill them all?
Nan Zhongdao couldn't guess that if the Ji family came to kill them all, what would happen to the Ji family and
A full-scale war will break out between the martial arts halls, and it will be a terrifying war.
Even if the Ji family doesn't come, there may be someone pretending to be the Ji family to provoke. Thousands of Xidu demons are lurking. Will they give up this best opportunity to provoke a conflict between the Ji family and the Jiangwu Hall?
Not to mention the Xidu Demon, other forces may also want to provoke a fight between the Ji family and the Jiangwu Hall, and even some high-level people in the military government also want to take action.
Jiangwutang is a thorn in the flesh of many people. There are almost no secular gangs that can compete with Jiangwutang. Taoist sects will not directly conflict with Jiangwutang if their brains are not broken. The Ji family is Jiangwutang's best enemy.
Judging from the actions of the ancestor of the fifth family, this is a critical time for them. The Ji family is restrained by the fifth family. Now that he has transferred back to Yang Ziyang, he believes that the Ji family can understand the signal he has released. If the Ji family comes again, then It’s a real fight to the death.
Heading south along the national highway, fortunately, although some sections of the national highway are damaged, it is not a big problem for virtual realm masters. If you take the highway, there are viaducts everywhere, making it impossible to walk.
Traveling over mountains and ridges, across rivers and rivers, the carts drove through the ice and snow, and into the mud at the bottom of the river, crushing dead branches and fallen leaves, fallen flowers and drifting snow, creating two long ruts, winding southward.
The journey was smooth and nothing happened until dark, but this does not mean that this long journey will always be smooth.
A master at the top of the Void Realm pulls a cart, but no one with a bit of vision will come to cause trouble. Only those who really want to cause trouble will come.
This means that once someone gets close, it will be a life-and-death battle.
The real troublemakers didn't show up, but some blind bastards jumped out. When passing the market in the suburbs of Kang'an, a few short-sighted guys followed around with knives.
Nan Zhongdao ignored a few gangsters. They couldn't even touch a hair on Zhong Fugui's head. What really needed his attention was the person who might be hiding in the dark.
The coffin was already covered with falling snow. I didn’t know how long I had been walking on the road. The wheels made two deep ruts on the ground, making it look extremely heavy.
The fragrant coffin, discerning experts have already seen that the entire coffin is made of rosewood, and it is a priceless treasure even in these troubled times.
Someone wanted to take a closer look to confirm whether it was a real rosewood coffin. Suddenly, they felt a cold and murderous intent coming towards their face. They turned pale with fright, stepped back and sat down on the snow.
"Whoever dares to come here will die." The migrant worker pulling the cart spoke in a cold tone, and his non-standard Mandarin was like a bone scraper.
No one in this small market can tell the level of cultivation of the migrant worker pulling the cart, but there are always overconfident people in this world who think that I am the best in the world and I have the final say on my territory.
Seeing that the people approaching were frightened, several road thieves carrying knives followed quickly and caught up. The one in front reached out to grab the red sandalwood coffin, ignoring Zhong Fugui's warning.
When the villains were still five steps away from the cart, a gust of cold wind blew by, and several heads suddenly fell off. The blood from their necks spurted out three feet high, spilling onto the snow like a fountain, covering the entire snow. stained red.
