Lin Chong escorted the carriage and traveled along the official road for another thirty miles, and his speed slowly slowed down.

"Childe, the old slave saw that there were many merchants in front of him who hesitated, maybe there was a change in front of him?"

Amber lifted the curtain and said worriedly.

"Don't panic, the villain will go to the front to find out the situation."

Lin Chong rode his horse to the front of the carriage, arched his hand towards Zhao Xu, and rushed towards the gathering place of the crowd in front of him.

After a short time, Lin Chong returned and said:

"Childe, because of the rain a few days ago, the official road ahead caused flash floods, the road is blocked, and it is impassable.

"This ......"

Zhao Xu frowned.

This sudden situation was obviously unexpected by him.

"Sect Leader Lao Bolin will ask again, in addition to the official road, is there a fork in the road?"

Lin Chong arched his hand on the horse and said:

"Childe is polite, Lin is no longer a leader, just call Lin by name. The villain also asked, there is indeed a road, which goes around to the west gate of Shenjing.

However, most of this road is in the barren mountains and old forests, and according to those merchants, there is a group of bandits entrenched in this Jing Mountain, and the road is difficult to travel, so they would rather wait for the government to clear the road than take the fork in the road. ”

"Childe, look ......"

Amber looked a little worried.

Zhao Xu glanced at Amber, looked at Lin Chong, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile:

"With the head of the Lin Sect here, I must be able to protect the safety of my son! Amber, just take the fork in the road. My father already knew the news of my return to Beijing, so he couldn't delay it too long. ”

"Don't worry, if there is really a thief, Lin will protect Gongzi, and if you want to hurt Childe, step on Lin's corpse first!"

Lin Chong said solemnly.

The carriage walked on the path of Jingshan with difficulty, compared with the official road, such a small road can only accommodate three people walking side by side, coupled with the bumpy road, no wonder those merchants are reluctant to go this way.

Moreover, there are thieves in Jingshan, which is even more unsafe.

Large caravans with many guards were reluctant to go here because of the poor road conditions, and solo merchants or smaller caravans did not dare to go here because of their own lack of guards, which led to the small road leading to the official gate of Shenjing West Gate difficult to find.

"Your Highness, the old slave only hopes that this road can be safe and secure, so that the old slave can send His Royal Highness to His Majesty in Kyoto."

Looking at the dark dense forests on both sides of the road, Amber, who was driving the carriage, flashed a trace of fear in his eyes, shrunk his neck, and said in a low voice.

"Amber, don't think about it, this is a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that can't be avoided, even if there are really bandits, with the head of the Lin Sect guarding by his side, what am I afraid of?"

Zhao Xu's eyes were calm and waveless, and he said lightly.

Before Zhao Xu's words fell, he only heard a sharp arrow in the mountains and forests.

"He Fangxiao is small, he dares to do it in front of Lin!"

Lin Chong, who was guarding the carriage, snorted coldly, flicked it towards his waist, and a long sword wrapped around the blazing martial arts true flame, and flew towards the place where the arrow roared.

"Click!"

The specially made arrows were also like fragile tissue paper in front of the martial arts true flame, and as soon as they collided, they were broken into several pieces.

"Eight pins? How can it be! ”

In the dense forest, an exclamation suddenly sounded.

About 1,500 years ago, the Xia Dynasty once unified the east of Tiannan, and the land of Chu, Qi, and Qianguo today is the territory of the Xia Dynasty.

The founding emperor of Great Xia felt that the level of martial arts was chaotic at that time, so he re-divided the realm of martial artists one by one, from weak to strong, divided into one to nine grades, and took nine grades as the grandmaster.

Above the grandmaster, there are the three realms of true martial arts, celestial phenomena, and broken void.

True martial artists, use martial arts to attract the vitality of heaven and earth, so that the power of the exercises is doubled;

The celestial phenomenal, the martial arts and the law are integrated with the vitality of heaven and earth, and the power of heaven and earth resonates with heaven and earth, reaching the realm of one person against ten thousand armies;

Those who break the void can touch a certain rule between heaven and earth, so as to break the void, see that God is not bad, and transcend heaven and earth.

Even if the Xia Dynasty has long since died out, the realm of martial artists is still used, and it has even been extended to the division of many other professional realms.

The reason why these robbers who ambushed and killed them were surprised that a prince of Great Chu, who was regarded as a proton, was able to recruit an eight-rank powerhouse.

Today's world, it is no longer three hundred years ago when dragons and snakes came out together, and the heroes rose in the last years of the Xia Dynasty, the three realms of true martial arts, celestial phenomena, and breaking the void are difficult to find in the world.

The state of Chu is located in the south of the Yangtze River, emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts, and the martial style is much weaker than that of Qi, Burma, and Qian.

This also led to the fact that the masters of the entire Great Chu, on the bright side, were only a few eighth-grade powerhouses in the army and in the rivers and lakes, and the only ninth-grade grandmaster, the wine sword immortal, was even more of a divine dragon.

The reason why Da Chu fell behind in the two wars with Burma and Qi was that he lost his land and sent his son as a hostage. The absence of a ninth-order grandmaster in the army can be said to be part of the reason.

Getting back to the point, seeing that knowing that he was an eight-rank powerhouse, the group of bandits still rushed out of the dense forest desperately, there were nearly 100 people, Lin Chong's expression was slightly solemn, he put the flower gun in his hand, and said sharply:

"Steward An, protect your son and go first, Lin will block these thieves!"

The leader of the bandits, a big man with loose hair, held a horse-chopping sword on his shoulder, and slashed at Lin Chong with a sword, and at the same time said loudly:

"Divide a part of the people to chase the third son, and the rest will entangle this guy with Lao Tzu, and wait until the third son is finished cooking, and then slowly concoct this eight-rank master! Hey, eight pins...... It's not like I haven't killed him! ”

"Yes, Boss!"

Several bandits answered, jumped out of the battle circle, and chased after the van that was gradually moving away.

"How daring!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Chong's eyes suddenly cracked, his tongue bloomed in the spring thunder, and dozens of spear flowers shook out from the spear in his hand, stabbing towards the bandit leader's body.

The bandit leader only felt that everything he saw was the shadow of a gun, as if a heavy snow had been poured on the sky, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, so he couldn't help but scream, and threw the sword-chopping sword in his hand, which was like a door panel, in front of him.

With a "crackling" sound, several more sesame grains-sized depressions suddenly appeared on the wide horse sword.

More than a dozen thieves around each danced their knives and sticks, and rushed towards Lin Chong with strange screams.

Lin Chong's face remained unchanged, and the spear in his hand turned, and the spear was like a silver dragon circling, firmly protecting him and the old horse under his seat.

In the midst of the gunfire, several bandits who rushed up screamed and fell out, fell to the ground without the slightest movement, obviously dead and could not die again.

And the only wound on their bodies was the fingertip-sized bloody hole in their throat.

This alone can see the accuracy of Lin Chong's marksmanship and the strength of his control over his own strength.