At the age of twenty-four, Lu Hanjiang saw his life fifty years from now, and even lived it in advance.
Get up at chen o'clock, meditate on the sundial, and have breakfast. Lu Hanjiang opens the door and sees that the brothers of Jin Yiwei have already arrived.
They were all the old Jinyiwei who came from the capital with Lu Hanjiang. Naturally, he knew the routine of a man of thousands of households. No one would make themselves uncomfortable in a place like this, so they all came outside early to wait.
"Master Qianhu." Everyone saluted Lu Hanjiang.
"Well," Lu Hanjiang glanced at the crowd casually and saw that there was nothing he missed. He strode forward. Someone had prepared horses at the gate of the courtyard. He got on the horse and asked casually: "Where is Mr. Qin's flag?" "
Everyone behind them made eye contact, and one person stepped forward and said, "I just received the post report that General Qin's flag has escorted the prisoners past Yunzhong."
"Yunzhong, it will take some time to get to the capital," Lu Hanjiang made a rough calculation and ignored it. He turned around and asked everyone to mount their horses: "Let's take a small road and go back to recover first."
"yes."
The case of the Qi family affected everyone, and the superiors even took it seriously, so they sent Lu Hanjiang, a member of the Qian family, to come forward. Although he had been young and old-minded in the past ten years, he had already become an old man, but he could still distinguish the priorities.
After all, no matter how harshly the court eagle dog is scolded, it is better than changing his career to become a bandit.
The main reason why he, a Qianhu, had to make this trip was another person, and that was his subordinate, Qin Yu.
Lu Hanjiang knew that this guy was not simple when he looked at his face.
The facts were right as he guessed. Qin Yu's life experience was not simple. He used the contacts he had accumulated over the past ten years and only found out that Qin Yu's mother was a young lady from the Huangfu family, one of the three most aristocratic families in the world.
As for who Qin Yu's father is, Lu Hanjiang hasn't found out, but he doesn't think he's an ordinary person.
On this errand, Lu Hanjiang was escorting the Qi family to Beijing. Secretly, Lu Hanjiang had received the news from his superiors that someone would ambush him halfway, and the target was Qin Yu, so Lu Hanjiang naturally took it upon himself to pick him out.
Although I don’t know who is responsible for the attack, I think it’s not some small thief who wants to attack the Jin Yiwei team. If the imperial family takes action, the traces will be too heavy to finish, so no matter who the mastermind is, the person who takes action must still be in the world. Selected.
There are not many people in the world who have the ability to compete with Jin Yiwei.
Thinking about it this way, if Qin Yu died, he would only be responsible for someone who knew someone unknown. With Lu Shangshu around, he would not be too embarrassed.
If Qin Yu didn't die now, then Lu Hanjiang might have fallen in love with someone who was lucky, and he might actually change his career to become a bandit in a few years.
He was thinking wildly all the way, but suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. Lu Hanjiang looked up, and his head was covered with half-withered bamboo leaves, with horse hooves galloping, bamboo leaves fluttering, and there seemed to be a noisy wind in his ears.
Hurry——!
Lu Hanjiang suddenly reined in the horse's rope and raised his hand to signal to stop the team behind him. The two general flags immediately drove their horses forward to block his left and right sides. The other small flags spread out and took out the rope knives in their hands to guard the surrounding area.
At the same time, Bian Guang, who was behind, rode his horse forward and shouted deep into the bamboo forest: "Who is sneaking around? Come out!"
What answered him was the cold glow around him, which made Bian Guang's pupils suddenly shrink: "Crossbow arrows!"
Whoosh whoosh! !
The crossbow arrows that came like raindrops caught everyone off guard. You must know that this thing is controlled by the imperial court. As the old saying goes, there is no fish in the clear water. It is certain that there is circulation in the black market. However, it is a bit unexpected to be able to gather such a number of crossbow arrows. Unexpected.
Although the opponent carefully laid an ambush, Jin Yiwei was not a paper tiger. After a hail of arrows, everyone showed their strengths. Except for an unlucky Xiao Qi who was shot to death, the others were not seriously injured.
"Sir!" Holding an arrow in his hand, Bian Guang looked at Lu Hanjiang, waiting for his order.
"Let's go." Lu Hanjiang took the lead and galloped forward. The enemy is hidden and we are clear. It is unwise to stay where he is and fight the crossbows. It is better to take the initiative to attack.
As for escaping back, Lu Hanjiang can guarantee that there will be many more ambushes behind them than in front.
The team of more than ten people moved again, running towards the depths of the bamboo forest. Suddenly a large net was cast in the air. Without saying a word, Bian Guang slashed with the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and the swords flew out. All the traps set in front were destroyed.
The five senses of those who have mastered Neijia Kungfu are far superior to those of ordinary people. Bian Guang can still catch the sound of loading crossbows while flying. He glanced at the figures running in the dense forest on both sides and reined in the horse's rope: "My lord, let's go first! "
Lu Hanjiang was not polite either. He nodded to him and whipped his riding whip fiercely all the way.
The sound of fighting gradually started behind him, and Lu Hanjiang didn't even look back. Suddenly he heard a clear sound of sword energy beside him. He drew out the Xiuchun knife from his waist and went forward. In a flash of lightning, the blade of the knife trembled and was cut off at the waist.
Although Xiuchun Dao is a mass-produced product of the imperial court, its quality and workmanship are top-notch. Ordinary swords, guns and sticks can't even be cut off, let alone cut off, but this sword is so sharp. How can it be so tough?
Lu Hanjiang glanced at the black-robed swordsman who attacked him in surprise. He was wearing a hood and couldn't see the whole thing clearly.
After a brief confrontation, Lu Hanjiang continued to run forward on his horse. The swordsman missed a single move and did not draw his sword again. He stood still and watched Lu Hanjiang's figure disappear into the bamboo forest.
Another man in black robes who walked out from behind glanced far away in the direction Lu Hanjiang left, then looked at the swordsman: "You let him go?"
"No..." the swordsman responded absently. He lowered his head and stared at the sword in his hand.
Following the swordsman's line of sight, the black-robed man's line of sight moved downwards, and he actually saw a crack halfway embedded in the sword body. He couldn't help but be shocked and said: "This, how could this happen? Is it possible that Lu Hanjiang also hid something?" Isn’t it a magical weapon?”
"His sword has been broken." The swordsman leaned down and observed the half of the broken blade that fell on the ground: "It is indeed a good Xiuchun sword."
"It's unbelievable," the man in black robe shook his head and sighed: "He is actually a Jin Yiwei. There are rumors all over the world that Lu Hanjiang's boxing and kicking skills are extremely exquisite. I never thought that his internal strength is so deep."
"Not only his internal strength, I'm afraid his sword skills are not weak either," the swordsman said solemnly: "The sword strike just now seemed ordinary, but to be able to use an ordinary Xiuchun knife to leave a mark on this Qingfeng sword was by no means internal strength. So simple."
As he spoke, the swordsman lowered his head dejectedly: "If it weren't for the sharpness of the weapon, I might have been defeated."
Hearing this, the man in black robe smiled and advised: "Don't take it too seriously. Lu Hanjiang looks like a young man, but in fact the spies have found out that he is almost forty this year. He has been pretending to hide his strength for so many years. You are only thirty now, so it is not a shame to lose to such an old fox."
"After all, my skills are inferior to others." The swordsman sheathed his sword, threw it to the man in black robe, and asked, "How are you doing there?"
The man in black robe took Qing Feng and said nonchalantly: "Everyone who should have run has run away. Killing a few flags is better than nothing."
