"It's so boring...Xiao Lu, how long until we reach Miao territory?"
This was the third time Shangluo asked the same question today. Lu Hanjiang didn't even bother to answer this time. He leaned on the corner of the carriage, yawning with half-lidded eyes.
The people of the Miao border do not want to communicate much with the Central Plains. Since ancient times, they have lived in their own way, so the further this road goes, the more desolate it becomes without any human habitation for hundreds of miles.
I didn't see the spring scenery in February, and the whole journey was white and desolate. No wonder Shangluo felt bored, even Lu Hanjiang couldn't be interested.
Originally, he could pass the time by relying on the charlatans he met on the road, but unfortunately, Zhou Yuanshan, who had learned from Linglong's scheme last time, was now in a state of disarray.
It was not Lu Hanjiang's turn to come out to have fun. Anyone who blocked the way to steal money would be slapped away with a slap. Even those who came forward to ask for directions with all the courtesy would be slapped by Zhou Yuanshan, telling others that he had no such good intentions. .
Having said that, although they wasted a lot of time walking and stopping along the way, it was almost time to reach the Miao territory.
Just as he was thinking of you, Zhou Yuanshan, who was driving, suddenly shouted and pulled the horse's rope. Before Lu Hanjiang could speak, Shangluo couldn't wait to lift the car curtain and asked, "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"
It was obvious that the girl was holding back her breath. The cold wind penetrated into the warm car, making Lu Hanjiang shiver. He tightened his tight clothes and asked, "What happened?"
"Come back to my lord, girl, there seems to be something wrong in front of you. I will go and investigate in my humble position."
After saying that, Zhou Yuanshan jumped out of the car. Shangluo hurriedly put the cloak on his shoulders and followed him with a loud voice: "Brother Zhou, wait for me!"
Lu Hanjiang didn't want to move, so he lazily moved forward, sat on the shaft of the car and watched the two of them walking towards the white wilderness ahead.
Zhou Yuanshan's eyesight was quite good, and he found traces of a fight just a short distance away. Further on, broken bamboo sticks and a dozen corpses mostly covered by heavy snow appeared in front of him. .
All of them were wearing shabby clothes. Zhou Yuanshan stepped forward to check the physical condition of several of them. Most of them had the characteristics of martial arts. Looking at them, they all used bamboo sticks as weapons. It seemed that they were disciples of the Beggar Clan.
After the investigation, Zhou Yuanshan returned to the carriage with the curious Shangluo.
"Sir," Zhou Yuanshan said solemnly: "There was once a group of Jianghu people fighting here. One side was the Beggar Gang. The identity of the opponent is unknown for the time being, but he should be a master of swordsmanship. All the corpses were left with sword wounds. "
"Sword wound..."
Lu Hanjiang pondered for a moment and then asked, "Are there any other clues?"
"From what I can see, although the sword wounds are basically the same, there are still differences in the details. I'm afraid there is more than one person who killed them, or someone used two different sword techniques to kill people at the same time." Zhou Yuanshan said.
"...Well, I understand, don't pay attention to it and continue on your way."
"I humble my position and take orders."
Zhou Yuanshan continued to drive forward. Although Shangluo was full of doubts, Lu Hanjiang couldn't give her any answers at this time. There were too few clues.
I only know that those who were killed were all disciples of the Beggar Clan, and the weapon used by the murderer was a sword. To be honest, the first person Lu Hanjiang thought of was Huangfu Yushu, but Zhou Yuanshan said that the sword injury was different, so it was possible that it was him It's not that high.
The carriage walked forward for a while, and on the road we could occasionally see the corpse wilderness, the Beggar Clan disciples buried in the heavy snow, and there were more than ten people scattered here and there.
It looked like they were being hunted. Judging from the thickness of the snow on the bodies, it was at least half a day ago.
Seeing the body of a Beggar Clan disciple who died tragically, Zhou Yuanshan said while driving: "Sir, judging from my humble position, these Beggar Clan disciples should have been killed when they were left alone. According to the letter sent by the brothers from Miao Jiang, Nearly a thousand disciples of the Beggar Clan have gathered here. If they are together and there is a master like Yan Fengyun, it will be difficult for others to succeed."
Lu Hanjiang thought for a while and then came to a conclusion: "It seems that Yan Fengyun hasn't found the person yet, and the person who did it should not be that person. Besides us, there should be a fourth party fishing in troubled waters..."
"Xiao Lu, who are you talking about?" Shangluo asked impatiently.
"Well, it's nothing, just an insignificant person." Lu Hanjiang patted Shangluo on the head and muttered a few words without explaining the origin of it to her in detail.
The three of them sat on the carriage and walked a few miles further, and found more than ten corpses on the ground. Zhou Yuanshan got out of the car and tried to investigate, but he was still fatally wounded by the sword.
Just when he was about to take a closer look at the corpse for any clues, twenty or thirty Beggar Clan disciples in tattered clothes and carrying bamboo sticks suddenly jumped out from the bushes on both sides.
Zhou Yuanshan quickly retreated to the side of the carriage, looked solemnly at the Beggar Clan disciples who surrounded them, and said, "I can't wait to pass by here. I wonder what you guys mean by this?"
One of the leading Beggar Clan disciples stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Brother, I'm sorry. Recently, an evil thief has been attacking and killing members of our gang. Please ask me, brother, to please get off the carriage and let me Let’s check it out.”
"Discourteous! Are the Beggar Gang trying to bully the minority?" Zhou Yuanshan put his fists and kicks into position, showing no concessions in his attitude.
The leading disciple didn't say much. With an order, the Beggar Clan disciples also started to circle around the carriage with sticks in hand. It seemed that they were about to form a formation.
Shangluo stayed in the carriage nervously. She carefully opened a corner of the curtain and observed the Beggar Clan disciples outside. She whispered: "Xiao Lu, there are so many of them. What should we do? Do we want to go out?"
As a well-known sect in the world of the Beggar Clan, Shangluo was naturally familiar with it since she was a child. She had heard the reputation of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms countless times from storytellers, and it was reasonable to feel worried at this time.
Lu Hanjiang said calmly: "Just forget what the dead said, don't take it to heart."
Shangluo was stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth and said in surprise: "No, Xiao Lu, are you going to kill them all?"
"not me."
As soon as Lu Hanjiang finished speaking, a Beggar Clan disciple suddenly screamed and fell into a pool of blood. There was a blue long sword stuck on his back.
"Be careful of sneak attacks!"
The leading disciple Tong Kong shrank suddenly, and as soon as he shouted the words, a blood streak appeared on his throat.
Many Beggar Clan disciples looked at the woman who fell from the sky in horror. They saw her long black hair tied into a ponytail with a red rope, her face as delicate as a porcelain doll, a dot of red vermillion on her forehead, and a long red sword in her hand. With a sudden step, he passed between three Beggar Clan disciples, turned around, and each of the three men fell down holding their necks with blood gushing out.
"That's her! Quick knot and dog fight!"
The remaining Beggar Clan disciples hurriedly formed a formation to surround the woman, but the other party stepped on the head of one of the disciples, and flew over their heads like a flying swallow, and conveniently took another blue long sword away. Hold it in your hand.
This woman was holding two swords, one green and one red. She rushed into the unformed formation like a colorful storm. The Beggar Clan disciples had no power to resist, and they were all chopped up by her like melons and vegetables. Sent to the west.
Not only was Shangluo dumbfounded at this scene, his eyes were flashing, but Zhou Yuanshan was also dumbfounded. He seemed to have seen the sword technique used by a dancing woman before.
"Do you recognize that woman?" Lu Hanjiang noticed Zhou Yuanshan's strangeness and asked.
"That's not true," Zhou Yuanshan said with a bit of uncertainty in his tone: "I don't recognize this woman, but what she uses seems to be the worldly swordsmanship."
