The next day, a night of spring rain, the remnants of the frost disappeared, the warm wind was gentle, the mist was light, and it was a good weather for a suburban outing.

On the official road, a line of carriages and horses is slowly marching in this misty spring scene.

The horses' hooves clattered, treading over puddles of water on the road, splashing muddy water, and guarding the most lavishly decorated carriage in the center of the convoy.

The man in the carriage woke up, as if the wheels had been jolted as they passed through the puddle, and reached out to pull back the damask curtains, and hooked their fingers at the guards on horseback on either side of the convoy.

A woman wearing a silver-white brocade robe and wearing a Western sword at her waist immediately urged her horse forward and bowed her head respectfully.

"Where?"

"If you go back to the factory, you'll be in Fucheng County soon."

"Fucheng County...... How far is it going? ”

"Less than three miles."

"Well, when you arrive in Fucheng County, don't rush to the road first, find an inn to rest for a day."

"Factory father, this ......"

The woman's face was a little worried and hesitant.

Wei Zhongxian in the carriage smiled, closed the curtain, and left a meaningful word.

"Don't worry, if the emperor really wants to kill me, no matter how fast I go, I can't escape."

"If the emperor doesn't want to kill me, I just delay for a day, so what's the matter?"

The woman frowned, hesitated, and gave up her life on horseback.

Then, the woman urged her horse to the front of the convoy and shouted loudly.

"The factory has an order, take a short rest in Fucheng County ahead, and set off tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Loud voices came from all over the convoy.

In Fucheng County, in a house near the city gate, Ding Xiu held a knife in both hands and looked at the courtyard gate with a frown.

In the house behind him, six swordsmen, dressed in black and wearing hats, sat at a wooden table and breathed quietly.

Soon, two black-clothed men turned in from outside the courtyard wall, came to Ding Xiu, and arched their hands.

"Brother Ding, Wei Biao is already outside Fucheng County, and there are still three miles to enter the city, Brother Ma and I eavesdropped on the official road for a while, as if I heard them say that they want to rest in Fucheng County for a day."

"That's right!"

The swordsman surnamed Ma next to him nodded, and then asked with some excitement, "Brother Ding, when will we start?" ”

Ding Xiu glanced at him and said lightly: "Don't worry, wait for Brother Zhao and Brother Fu to arrive." ”

The two men in black glanced at each other, both frowning.

"Brother Fu? Is that the White Bone Demon Hand Fu Qingyun? ”

"It's him~"

Ding Xiu replied lazily, then glanced at him obliquely and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, Brother Fu, he doesn't like this nickname, just talk about it now, don't mention it again when he comes......"

Hearing Ding Xiu's words, the black-clothed swordsman seemed to be a little unconvinced, and sneered.

"I've long heard that the White Bone Demon Hand's martial arts are world-famous, if I have the opportunity, I would like to ask for a lesson or two!"

"Don't dare to ask for advice...... But there's nothing wrong with beating you up! ”

A slightly smiling voice came from outside the courtyard gate, and the two black-clothed swordsmen and Ding Xiu turned their heads in unison.

I saw the two of them entering together from outside the hospital, it was Zhao Lihe and Lin Zhongtian who came in a hurry.

Hearing Lin Zhongtian's words, the black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, and put his right hand on the long sword at his waist, as if he was about to unsheath.

"Stop!" Zhao Lihe scolded lightly, then frowned and looked at Ding Xiu, "The enemy is now, don't provoke the arch fire." ”

Ding Xiu pursed his lips and said, "Who is on fire, I just told the truth!" ”

The black-clothed swordsman on the side also seemed to have his senses, and his gaze at Ding Xiu gradually became unkind.

Ding Xiu didn't care about this, he looked Lin Zhongtian up and down, and his eyes stayed on the long strip wrapped in black cloth behind him for a moment, his face full of surprise.

"Where's your sword?"

"I didn't bring it."

Lin Zhongtian replied casually, then untied the strip of cloth between his chest and abdomen, took the long strip wrapped in black cloth in his hand, and tore off the black cloth on it casually, which was a muddy iron gun more than two meters long.

"How can a cavalry charge with a sword? Guns, of course! ”

Lin Zhongtian explained as he excitedly waved the spear in his hand.

The whole body of this gun is forged with fine iron, weighing forty-seven catties, the whole body is jet black, wrapped with non-reflective special materials, even in the daylight, it is like a black poisonous Jiao, exuding a deadly atmosphere.

Such a heavy weapon was as light as a bamboo pole in Lin Zhongtian's hands.

After a few waves, Lin Zhongtian suddenly turned around and stabbed the wall of the courtyard with a horse gun.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the black tip of the spear instantly pierced through the courtyard wall, and the broken stone bricks flew in all directions.

Seeing this scene, the black-clothed people in the house who were watching the movement in the courtyard were all shocked.

The two black-clothed swordsmen trembled and silently retreated behind Ding Xiu.

When Ding Xiu saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Lin Zhongtian pulled out the spear vigorously, raised it to his side to take a look, and found that except for a few white marks, the tip of the spear was intact, and he couldn't help but admire.

"It's a good weapon!"

"That's nature!" Zhao Lihe said with a smile, "This is something I specially selected for my brother." ”

"Brother Xian has a heart." Lin Zhongtian said with a smile.

Seeing that the two of them looked like brothers, friends and brothers, Ding Xiu couldn't help but complain: "Brother Fu's divine power, Ding admires, but it's just so public, aren't you afraid of being heard by the neighbors around you?" ”

Zhao Lihe's face turned straight when he heard this: "Speaking of this, just now in the city, my brother found the traces of Jinyiwei, they have infiltrated this Fucheng County, I think they are planning to do it in this Fucheng County, I discussed it with my brother, and decided to attack in advance, directly stop the convoy outside Fucheng County, and rob Wei Zhongxian!" ”

The two black-clothed swordsmen who had inquired about the news before glanced at each other and couldn't help but speak.

"But Wei Biao and the others are about to enter the city, should they do it now?"

"Do it now!"

Zhao Lihe nodded, his face was serious, not like a fake.

"Don't worry!"

Seeing that everyone was still a little surprised, Lin Zhongtian smiled, walked into the stable in the courtyard, brought a tall black horse, turned over and sat on the horse's back, looked down at the people in the courtyard, and smiled.

"I'll rush into battle alone, wait for you to guard the official road, don't let people escape."

After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, Lin Zhongtian patted his horse and left the house.

The corners of Ding Xiu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but lean to Zhao Lihe's side, and asked in a low voice, "Can he do it?" ”

Zhao Lihe smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Look at ......"

……

……

It didn't take long for Zhao Lihe and others to follow Lin Zhongtian to the outside of Fucheng County.

Looking at the convoy shrouded in mist on the official road in the distance, Lin Zhongtian carried a gun and rode alone to meet it.

Soon, the ranger at the front of the convoy saw Lin Zhongtian's figure, and without hesitation, shot an arrow at Lin Zhongtian.

The arrow flew more than a hundred steps and landed on the ground, seemingly with no killing intent, just warning him not to continue.

But Lin Zhongtian didn't react, and continued to pat the horse forward slowly.

The cavalryman frowned and shouted, "Who is coming?" ”

At the same time, the woman in white also urged the horse to the carriage and whispered through the curtain.

"Factory man, there is someone blocking the road ahead."

“…… But Jinyiwei? ”

"No, the man is armed with a spear and rides alone, not like a brocade guard, but like a man in the army."

"Someone from the army?"

Wei Zhongxian frowned, thought carefully for a while, and failed to find the corresponding image in his mind.

After thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian was a little tired, waved his hand, and said tiredly: "That's it, since there is only one person blocking the road, then if you can catch it, you can catch it, if you can't catch it, you can kill it!" ”

After speaking, Wei Zhongxian closed the curtain, leaned back on the soft pillow, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Outside the carriage, the woman in white respectfully received the order, waved her hand to find someone, and whispered for a while.

Then more than a dozen horsemen were separated from the convoy, and rushed towards Lin Zhongtian, who was blocking the road in front of him.

The first man held a horse lance, and shouted while rushing: "This is the frame of the Dongchang Admiral Wei Gonggong, on the order of the saint, go to Fengyang to guard the mausoleum for the emperors of the past dynasties, idle people, etc., all retreat, and those who block the road for no reason will be killed!" ”

By the time he reached the last sentence, the man had already rushed over, and the horse lance in his hand was raised flat, poking straight into Lin Zhongtian's chest and abdomen.

Lin Zhongtian had no fear on his face, and with a loud shout, he urged the horse forward, and the iron spear in his hand picked off the opponent's horse lance from the bottom up, and the blade of the spear pierced through the man's neck like a swift wind and thunder.

"Poof—"

The two horses were staggered, and blood was flying.

Lin Zhongtian shouted, shook off the blood on the tip of the spear, and rushed towards the cavalry in front.

Behind him, the back of the enemy froze on the horse's back, a blade-shaped piece of flesh missing from his neck, blood gushing out like a fountain, adding a touch of crimson to the hazy mist.

With a thud, the man's back fell to the ground, leaving only one leg wrapped around the stirrup, dragged forward by the warhorse.