Under Yang Mo's stimulation, in less than half an hour, several of them came to the foot of the mountain, and even Zhao Zhijing and the others were a little surprised.

However, when the three of them saw that except for Yang Mo, everyone else looked like they were overdrawn, and their faces immediately became unhappy.

Zhao Zhijing said with an angry face: "Look at what you look like, our Taoists emphasize not being slow or slow, calm and calm, and the next mountain road is impatient and impatient, and the internal force is exhausted. ”

"The disciple is wrong."

Everyone saw Zhao Zhijing angry and hurriedly apologized.

Although Yang Mo knew that Zhao Zhijing did not criticize him, he also followed everyone to reply obediently, and did not dare to be too independent.

After being reprimanded by Zhao Zhijing, the carriage that picked up everyone finally arrived, and everyone got into the carriage and rushed towards the destination Anyuan Dart Bureau.

On the way, Yang Mo looked at Zhao Zhijing who was sitting on the side, and saw that he was only in his twenties, and he was calm and calm when he observed his work on weekdays, and he handled teaching affairs reasonably and well-founded, which made others in the sect very convinced, and it was no wonder that he could compete with Yin Zhiping, who was favored by Naqiu, for the position of head of the sect.

It's just that this person is described in the novel as ambitious, and his martial arts are not strong, and the final ending is even more miserable, I don't know if this world will eventually develop like that.

As for Zhao Zhijing's martial arts, Yang Mo had never seen him make a move, but he had a sparring with Li Zhichang.

This Li Zhichang is only three or four years older than him, so he can't help one hand, Zhao Zhijing's martial arts are higher than Li Zhichang, he naturally can't be someone's opponent.

However, according to the time when the novel was written, Zhao Zhijing at this time was at most a third-rate level, which shows how terrifying the martial arts of the Central Plains Five Uniques are.

After two days of jolting in the car, several people finally arrived at the Anyuan Dart Bureau in the northern suburbs of Jingzhao Mansion.

The head of the Anyuan Dart Bureau is named An Lianghai, a stout man, in his early thirties, with a weathered face and a beard, and a bit of Western Regions blood.

An Lianghai saw that the people of the Quanzhen Sect had arrived, and he was very polite when he received them, and thoughtfully arranged for everyone to rest for one night before going on the road.

Zhao Zhijing did not refuse, in order to rush to Jingzhao Mansion, he and everyone were indeed a little tired after two days of driving and horses.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Mo heard a noise coming from outside the dart game, and saw that it was not dawning outside.

He walked out only to find that it turned out that the head of the Jingzhao Mansion knew that he was going to dart today, and sent dozens of knights from the Jin Kingdom to help escort the Anyuan Dart Bureau.

He was woken up and didn't have the heart to sleep, so he got dressed and climbed onto the roof of the backyard of the dart game, and began to practice internal skills cross-legged.

After this cultivation, he found that when he came to this prosperous place, the breath between heaven and earth really became turbid, and his cultivation of internal strength became more slow, which also showed that the name of Zhongnan Mountain Blessed Land was indeed worthy of its name.

After the heaven and earth converged and the purple qi dissipated, Yang Mo ended his morning class cultivation.

When he jumped off the roof, he unexpectedly saw Zhao Zhijing looking at him, and Zhao Zhijing showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

It seems that in the eyes of this senior brother of the Quanzhen Sect, he has a pretty good impression, as long as he performs well in this trip, he is afraid that joining the Quanzhen Sect is a certainty.

After breakfast, the Quanzhen Sect sat in the carriage and followed behind the dart masters of the Anyuan Dart Bureau and the knights of the Jin Kingdom, and began the escort this time.

In fact, in the eyes of the bodyguards, in the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom, who has eaten the gall of the leopard, dares to come and snatch the tribute to His Majesty the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom.

But only Yang Mo looked at the carriage carrying the treasures in the crowd, with a trace of doubt on his face, thoughtful.

After several days of jolting in the car, the group finally approached the south bank of the Yellow River, because it was getting late, and they had to wait for tomorrow to cross the river.

But when he camped overnight, Yang Mo found that everyone who had been very relaxed all the way suddenly became cautious.

He was curious, and after inquiring with a familiar dart master, he learned that the waters around this ferry had been somewhat unsafe in recent years, and the Yellow River Gang, which had been operating upstream, had spread here.

This Yellow River Gang is said to be a gang, but in fact it is a water bandit, burning, killing, looting and doing all kinds of evil, and colluding with the upper nobles of the Jin State, there are so many people that no one dares to take care of it.

Hearing the dart master's words, Yang Mo returned to his tent and fell into deep thought, thinking about some of the characters in the original book.

"The Yellow River Gang, it's very familiar, oh yes, Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu, and Nahou Tonghai, aren't they the people of the Yellow River Gang, in the future, they will all be masters under Wanyan Honglie, although I don't know how they are now, but Zhao Zhijing can't stop these people, if they really attack, I have to prepare as soon as possible."

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly became a little nervous, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

He sold a lighter, which brought a lot of changes to the world, if Zhao Zhijing died here, then many plots in the novel would not be able to develop, but now is not the time to worry about the future, concentrate on saving his life.

Thinking that Sha Tongtian would take refuge in Yan Honglie later, he should not dare to touch this tribute item, in his thoughts, Yang Mo unconsciously began to comfort himself.

In the midst of some self-comfort, he gradually fell into a deep sleep, and he didn't know how long he slept, and he was awakened by a few shouts.

He turned over and looked through the gap in the tent, and saw that in the night, the dart master of the Anyuan Dart Bureau was besieged by a group of people.

These besiegers were all dressed in black night clothes, and their whole faces were covered under black cloth, and they could not see their faces clearly.

But these people don't look like the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, but when they attack, they are very disciplined, and several people cover each other in groups, not only do they not look like people in the rivers and lakes, but they seem to be fighting in the army.

Behind these black-clothed people, there were even people who shot with bows, and with the cooperation of each other, although the martial arts of the dart masters were not weak, they were beaten and couldn't raise their heads, and Yang Mo saw several people die tragically in an instant.

The first time he saw someone killed, Yang Mo only felt that his limbs were numb, his brain was roaring, and he didn't know what to do at all.

At this time, his mind was full of the tragic situation of the dart master lying on the ground, blood gushing, and constantly struggling desperately.

The other disciples were no better than Yang Mo, but those knights of the Jin Kingdom were very skillful in meeting the enemy and fighting with these black-clothed people.

Zhao Zhijing had also woken up at this time, saw Yang Mo and their appearance, and understood that this was the reason for seeing blood for the first time.

But at this time, the situation was in crisis, and if he didn't do it, his life would be lost, and he knew that there was no time for Yang Mo and them to adapt.

Moreover, there was already an enemy rushing towards them over there, and he and the two junior disciples shouted at Yang Mo and the others with long swords in their hands while blocking the flying arrows.

"Don't you hurry up and meet the enemy, do you want to die?"