"Now that you're ready, I don't know what we're going to do next?" Lu Chen said in a gentle voice.

Steward Jia smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have already arranged the route of departure, you Sword Sect disciples just need to follow behind, and everyone will be good along the way." If you are in trouble, please help, these wooden boxes are the family of the owner who has been operating from overseas for many years, and it is of great significance. This time, the master trekked back to the family, and there must have been a lot of people who made up his mind on the way!

"It is our duty to escort your master out of Qingzhou, as for the remuneration, you can do it yourself! I also hope that you will try to cooperate with us on the way, and everyone does not want to shed blood!" Lu Chen said solemnly.

Steward Jia arched his hand and said: "Of course, my master and your sect master are friends, so naturally he will not let his disciples take risks and die in vain!"

"Since that's the case, let's go!" Lu Chen said politely, and with a casual move behind him, all the disciples collectively turned over and got on their horses.

After seeing that the convoy was resting, Steward Jia led his children to walk in front, leading a convoy of hundreds of people towards the exit of Wolong Town.

Murong Ziyun and Lu Chen walked side by side, looked at the luxuriously shaped carriage in front of them, and said indifferently: "How is it!"

"These people are weird!" Lu Chen said with a frown.

Murong Ziyun asked, "What's strange?"

"They said they were going to escort us, but they didn't take us seriously at all during the whole process. And you see, those eighteen lamas, their eyebrow bones are exposed, their breath is long, and almost all of them have the strength of the peak of the day after tomorrow. Compared with them, we are uneven, like pawns of horses!" Lu Chen carefully observed the lamas in the convoy, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

Murong Ziyun held the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and said with his eyebrows: "Do you think that it is not as simple as we imagined to escort Jia Tianpeng's family!"

"Well, I feel this way, but I can't say where the problem is, let's go and see! My group was ordered to escort the other party out of Qingzhou, but the other party didn't even see each other, so just let us follow behind, do you want to make a score?" Lu Chen snorted, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes blinked, thoughtful: "Probably not, I met Jia Tianpeng in the sect when I was very young, he has a great relationship with my father, I know a little about his personality, and I won't put on such a show for no reason!"

"Hmph, if there is a reason for it, it's fine!" Jia Tianpeng's attitude made Lu Chen a little dissatisfied, but as a disciple of the Sword Sect, it was difficult to say something after all: "By the way, you have the Flowing Shadow Sword on your body, don't make a move unless you have to!" The Flowing Shadow Divine Sword is a divine weapon, extremely precious, and this walking in the rivers and lakes is naturally easy to cause others to covet it.

"Well, I see!" Murong Ziyun nodded.

At the foot of the rolling Wolong Mountain, an official road winds forward, and the convoy full of goods moves forward slowly, and soon the shadow of Wolong Town is gone.

In the cold winter, the cold wind was biting, and there was a light snow yesterday, which caused a layer of frozen soil to condense on the ground, resulting in a lot of small troubles on the way.

For example, a certain disciple of the Sword Sect fell on his horse and fell on his horse, and the whole thing fell into the mud, causing everyone to laugh. Either that, or the convoy suddenly dropped a wooden box, and the gold and silver treasures inside were scattered all over the ground, and the scene was extremely eye-catching.

The convoy is heading southwest, and if you want to pass through Qingzhou, you need to pass through several counties, and according to the speed of the convoy like a turtle, I am afraid that it will take more than half a month!

What puzzled Lu Chen the most was that no matter how much trouble the convoy had, the owner of the luxurious carriage just refused to show up, so that the eighteen lamas waited by the side throughout the whole process, and everything was handled by Steward Jia throughout the whole process.

....

In a mansion more than 300 miles away, there is a lake in the backyard, and in the cold winter weather, a thin layer of ice has condensed on the water surface, and the cold air is constantly filled.

However, on this ice, which is thinner than paper, two men are fighting fiercely on the lake.

A young man makes a gun, a thin old man makes a knife!

The two of them were on the thin ice, like two birds, turning into two afterimages and constantly colliding on the ice.

The shadow of the gun shot out like thousands of arrows, enveloping the thin old man who made the knife. The old man held the long knife and spun it, and countless sword lights came out, blocking every shot shadow of the opponent.

With each collision, the furious energy swept all around, stirring up a layer of ice chips that swept through the air.

After a fierce battle, the young man in the blue robe tapped the ice, lightly crossed a distance, landed in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, directly inserted the spear into the ground, picked up a pot of wine in the hot basin on the stone table, raised his head and poured a big sip!

"Haha, happy!" The blue-robed young man wiped the water traces from his mouth and said with a bold smile: "I didn't expect that my 'Phantom Moon Shooting' has reached the eighth layer, and it will be different when it is used!"

"Congratulations to the young master for improving his strength, with your current strength, after a year, you will definitely be able to enter the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Competition and become famous all over the world!" The thin old man came to the side of the blue-robed young man with a long knife on his back, hugging his fists and looking respectful.

The blue-robed young man said proudly: "Hmph, my goal is to be tenth on the Hidden Dragon List, Gongsun Ye, you are too short-sighted!"

"Yes, yes, my subordinates are wrong, in the Hidden Dragon Competition, the young master will definitely be able to win the championship!" Gongsun Ye hurriedly changed his words.

The blue-robed young man exhaled a breath of white air in his mouth, his eyes looked at the cracked ice in the distance, and said solemnly: "My master said that as long as I practice the Phantom Moon Shooting to the fullest, under the whole world, I can be called invincible in the martial arts of the day after tomorrow, but unfortunately, I am only the last step away!"

"Young master, don't panic, there is still a year before the Hidden Dragon Competition, you still have time!" Gongsun Ye said with a smile.

The blue-robed young man pondered for a moment and said, "Don't talk about this, how is the news of my third brother?"

"Tell the young master, there was a flying pigeon just now, and my subordinates have already heard the news of Jia Tianpeng's return!" Gongsun Ye said with a cold expression.

The blue-robed young man turned around and sat down on the stone table, poured the warm hot wine into the wine glass, and asked, "Tell me, what did you hear?"

"It is said that after Jia Tianpeng came back from overseas, he went directly to the Liuyun Sword Sect, with a large amount of gold and silver treasures on his body, it seems that he is ready to give it a go!" Gongsun Ye pinched his goatee in one hand and said with a serious face.

The blue-robed young man took a sip of his wine glass, and asked suspiciously, "Where is my third brother going, what are you doing?"

"It is said that he has a great relationship with Murong Xuan, the sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and in order to prevent accidents on the way, he specially hired a group of elite disciples with extraordinary skills to escort him!" Gongsun Ye said truthfully.

The blue-robed young man snorted in a low voice, and his eyes flashed with a cold light: "Hmph, my third brother is very thoughtful! Do you think that recruiting a group of acquired martial artists will be able to sit back and relax, you are underestimating me!"

"Young Master, what should we do next?": Gongsun Ye asked as he bowed.

The blue-robed young man drank his wine leisurely and said, "Do according to the plan, as long as there is no innate powerhouse, the third brother's family background will be mine sooner or later." Inform Luo Bao, Luo Hu and his two brothers, be decisive!"

Gongsun Ye hesitated for a moment and hesitated, "What should I do with the family master?"

"Hmph, the king is defeated and defeated, history is written by a victor, to this point, since he can't get an idea, then it's up to me to do it!" Jia Chunming, a young man in blue robe, gritted his teeth and said, his seemingly immature face was extremely ruthless.

Gongsun Ye said in a low voice: "My subordinates will arrange it!"

"Well, let's go! Save yourself a lot of dreams at night!" the blue-robed young man waved his hand, waved his subordinates back, turned around and held the silver spear and continued to cultivate.

The convoy left the Wolong Mountain Range and continued to drive forward for more than a hundred miles without hurrying, and the temperature became colder as night fell. Even a master of internal strength like Lu Chen couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, the convoy entered the Iron Emperor City in Wuxi County, and there was no need to sleep in the wild on the first night.

Jia Tianpeng made an extremely generous move, and directly chartered one of the largest inns in the city to stay, and the convoy of hundreds of people was properly arranged.

During the meal, Lu Chen's group of Sword Sect disciples were downstairs, while Jia Tianpeng led a group of lamas under him into the private room on the second floor.

"Where are these lamas coming from?" Han Wenqing, Lu Chen, Murong Ziyun, and Teng Qinglei, the four elite disciples, sat in a group and talked in a low voice.

Teng Qinglei took a sip of wine, warmed up, and said in a low voice: "These lamas are not from our Kyushu land!"

Lu Chen's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked, "Do you know the origin of these people?"

"En!" Teng Qinglei nodded, picked up a piece of fat and put it in his mouth, and said slowly: "These lamas are disciples of Saiwai Zen Buddhism, and they can dress up in red robes, and their status in Zen Buddhism is definitely not low. Seeing them walking like the wind, I'm afraid that their strength has reached the peak level of the day after tomorrow, so we'd better have less contact with them!"

"Zen Buddhism, what kind of sect is that?" Han Wenqing said with a thin brow, puzzled.

"Zen Buddhism is similar to the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas, one of the eight major sects in Kyushu, located on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and is extremely famous outside the Saiwai. On the grasslands outside the Saiwai, there are many nomadic people, they usually live by herding cattle and sheep, and many of them believe in Zen Buddhism. However, there are also many forces that rule these tribes outside the Seychelles. ”

"It's like our eight major sects in Kyushu?" Lu Chen said with interest.