The whole camp was full of wind, flying sand and rocks, blowing the tents to stagger, and the sleeping warriors woke up one after another and ran out of the tent, and everyone quickly stabilized their positions under the command of Qi Liande's constant calls.

"Boss, this demon is so strong that the flint can't be hit at all. A martial artist spat out the sand and stone that had hit his mouth and cursed in a low voice.

The entire camp was shrouded in darkness, and even the two people next to each other could only see vague outlines.

"Don't mess around!" a slightly hoarse male voice sounded, and all the martial artists could hear that it was the voice of the old butler Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan slowly walked out of the tent with the support of a martial artist, he cleared his somewhat choked throat and said in a deep voice: "I'm here on the campfire, and everyone immediately moves closer to me." ”

Everyone approached the location of the campfire in their memory, and after a while, dozens of people gathered. Feeling that he was surrounded by dozens of long breaths, Wen Yuan's heart settled for a moment, and he took out an object from his arms with slightly trembling hands.

The appearance of this object is somewhat similar to that of ordinary people's gongs, but the size is slightly smaller, and it is called "Summoning the Spirit Yin Gong", as the name suggests, this gong is used to engage in yin affairs. Everyone only vaguely saw the old butler take out a round object from his bosom and strike it in some rhythm.

"Bang Bang!" Yin Gong made an ugly sound, like a blunt knife sawing wood and like metal rubbing, the very penetrating sound pierced everyone's heart at once, with the old butler's continuous knocking, the internal strength of the slightly inferior has been a little unable to support, dizziness and nausea have surged.

Xuan Yi stood aside, and the Heavenly Eye between his foreheads couldn't help beating, the Heavenly Eye was a characteristic derived from the advanced proficiency of Yin and Yang Recognition Technique, and it was more sensitive to abnormal Yin Qi rotation. Xuan Yi felt a large amount of Yin Qi constantly gushing out from all directions, and finally converged on the Yin Gong that Chinese Yuan was striking.

Wen Yuan was condensing Yin Qi! What did he want to do? Xuan Yi's eyes became cold, and he obviously felt that the Wen family's motives for this action were somewhat impure, and the biggest secret was probably hidden in Wen Daoru's caravan.

"Poof!" Wen Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood and sat on the ground, the sound of percussion finally stopped, and the drumsticks fell to the ground and rolled out of the distance, but the "Spirit Summoning Yin Gong" was still tightly held in his hand.

The wind stopped, the torches in the camp were rekindled and the light was restored, Wen Yuan struggled to stand up with the support of others, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and put away the yin gong silently, and his rickety body seemed to age by more than ten years in an instant.

"Boss Shenwei!" there is a flattering flattery of a martial artist.

"The big guys are all gone!" Wen Yuan waved his hand tiredly, and exhaled with relief, a touch of joy between his eyebrows that could not be concealed could not escape the scrutiny of Xuanyi. The people returned to the tent one after another, and the rest of the night saw no other visions, and at last they passed without incident.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was still gray, and it was extremely hot without sunlight, and there were no people in the tent at all, and many martial artists were sweating profusely. Qi Liande pressed his long knife and looked at the endless purple bamboo sea in the distance, several hours had passed, and the martial artists he sent out to explore the path returned one after another, and everyone said that not a single mountain man from Zizhu Township had seen it.

"Boss, the chief is urging us to leave immediately!" a martial artist reported in a low voice.

"Got it!" Qi Liande wiped the fine sweat from his cheeks and walked towards Wen Yuan quickly.

"Old Qi, why don't you move for a long time? The third prince is in danger! If anything goes wrong, you and I can't afford it!" Wen Yuan saw Qi Liande coming over, and took the lead in speaking out.

Qi Liande hurriedly waved his hand to defend: "Chief, if it weren't for my greed for life and fear of death, I just sent a few brothers to explore the way, and I didn't see a living person for a few miles. ”

"Hmph!" Wen Yuan sneered: "If it weren't for the weirdness, would the head of the family still need to send us to rescue the third prince?" As the saying goes, raising soldiers for a thousand days is a while, and now is the time for us to contribute to the Wen family! Lao Qi, as the leader of the martial arts, can't you be the first to retreat!"

Qi Liande's face was slightly red, he arched his hand towards Wen Yuan, and without saying a word, he summoned his subordinates.

After a while, the camp people shouted and neighed, and the Wen family martial artists marched towards Zizhu Township in front. The country road is quite smooth, and the horse team passes through the bamboo forest in the middle of the road, and the traffic speed is acceptable.

The purple bamboo here is dozens of meters high, densely covering the sky and the sun, and it is easy for people to get lost when they walk through it. But there was no turning back from the bow, and everyone could only hope for the compass in Qi Liande's hand to guide the way.

The team walked silently for several hours, no longer with the monotonous rustle of bamboo leaves, but with gurgling water not far away.

"There is a stream!" Qi Liande sniffed, and the air became moist due to the filling of water molecules: "Speed up your pace and go to the creek in front to rest!"

The warriors cheered, their bodies covered in slimy sweat stains, and they couldn't wait to wash themselves in the stream. The morale of the team was boosted, and they couldn't help but speed up their march.

The sound of the water flow is getting clearer and clearer, and a huge wharf in front of it gradually reveals the true face of Lushan, the wharf is in a string shape, and a "mouth word" is built near the water, and there are many bamboo rows and wooden boats covered by tarpaulins parked in it. Next is a narrow passage that stretches for hundreds of meters, at the end of which is blocked by two large iron gates, and the "kouzi" below is a larger open-air field, with many wooden boxes piled up on the open ground, and a small two-story building at the edge. The entire wharf is surrounded by a wall two or three meters high, all kinds of debris are piled up, and the dead branches and fallen leaves on the road have accumulated a thick layer, and the wharf has obviously been abandoned for a long time.

"You two go inside the small building and have a look!" Qi Liande looked around, and assigned two thin martial artists to enter the small building to investigate, according to the layout of this dock, this small building has an excellent view, and it should be a place for the dock keepers to rest at night. The two martial artists first knocked on the iron door and shouted for a while, but when they saw that no one responded for a long time, the two of them climbed the high wall and climbed into it with short swords.

The sky gradually darkened, and the martial artists around the small building lit torches one after another, and suddenly the entire dock was lit up as if it were day. In the jumping firelight, Xuanyi saw a figure faintly flashing on the wooden window on the second floor of the small building, looking like a slender woman, the woman tilted her head slightly, and pinched a delicate wine glass on her upturned jade fingers, a picture of a beautiful woman tasting wine.

It's a pity that this picture full of hazy beauty only lasted for a few breaths before disappearing, Xuan Yi rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to see the figures of the two martial artists who had entered before climbing up quickly along the wall of the small building.

At this time, the night wind began to blow desperately again.