There is a horse-driving mountain outside the south city of Linzi. It is said that a general once drove his horse and died suddenly here. The name of this general is not known, only the name of the mountain has been passed down. It is not considered that he could die from exhaustion on the rapid march. What a famous general.
Somehow, this mountain gradually became a tomb mountain, and many tombs were moved here.
Because there is still some fame, the so-called general protects the resting place here, but not everyone can be buried in it. It is considered a good cemetery.
This is the resting place that Xu Xiangqian chose for Xu Fang, who lived in the family five hundred years ago.
Otherwise, there are so many people in Linzi.
After leaving the city, we no longer bump into each other. However, there are still many people out for picnics, businessmen, and various people on official roads.
After walking for about half a stick of incense, the number of people walking on the road became noticeably sparse.
Jiang Wang paused and said, "You go first, I will come back later."
Xu Xiangqian didn't ask why, he just responded and continued walking forward.
Jiang Wang pressed his sword and turned around, walking towards a porter with a clear purpose.
The porter carried a load of stones and gave way to the side. Jiang Wang followed and moved two steps laterally. Then he raised his head and said in an authentic Linzi accent: "Sir, I can't move anymore. You go first." With."
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his smile was quite honest and simple.
"I'm afraid you can't keep up." Jiang Wang said.
"Look what you said, what am I doing with you? I'm carrying the stones to the front, and we're going the other way."
This porter looks like he is in his thirties or forties. But if the sallow layer on his face and the somewhat messy beard were removed, he would be at least ten years younger.
Jiang Wang stared at him and said, "How do you know that you are on a different path from me? How do you know...where am I going?"
The porter was stunned for a moment, and then responded quickly: "You must be going to drive the horse mountain if you follow the guy doing nothing. There is no need to think too much about it."
Jiang Wang looked down and motioned for him to look at his feet: "I've seen these boots of yours more than a dozen times. Why, you can't bear to change them?"
Only then did the porter realize what the problem was. He didn't expect that the person who prepared his outfit would make such a stupid mistake. But this was not the time to care.
Trouble.
Such thoughts came to his mind.
Without saying a word, he threw away the burden in his hand, and along with the pole and two baskets of stones, they hit Jiang Wang directly.
boom!
The explosion in such a short distance shows how powerful it is.
Jiang Wang just drew his sword out of its scabbard, and a cold light suddenly flashed. The pole was broken into two pieces, and the stones were separated on both sides. As if they had their own consciousness, they all passed around Jiang Wang.
In the meantime, Jiang Wang walked forward, the tip of his sword heading straight for the porter's vitals.
Snapped!
The porter clasped his palms together, clamped the sword body with his flesh palms, then deflected it outward with force, and at the same time kicked it fiercely.
Jiang Wang did not give in, he only twisted the sword slightly, and the violent sword energy exploded in a spiral shape.
In order to save his hands, the porters had no choice but to let go and retreat.
Jiang Wang swung his sword down to cut off his leg which he had not had time to fully retract. He saw a group of soldiers pouring out from his legs, wrapping around the porter's legs, and rising directly up, trying to confront Sauvignon Blanc head-on.
This crisp and fierce fighting method is indeed that of a military monk.
Jiang Wang made a judgment in his mind, raised his sword back, and slashed towards his opponent's throat.
The porter's eyes flashed coldly, he raised his left hand and touched it to his neck, and without any hesitation, he poked Jiang Wang's heart with his toes.
There is a bit of ruthlessness in trading one's life with one's hands.
Jiang Wang stretched out his hand like lightning and pressed on his calf. The man rose up, spun around in the air, and whipped his leg!
Crack!
This whip leg exploded the air, and directly hit the porter's arm around his neck, forcing it inwards.
Along with his hand, he hit the right side of his face and knocked his whole body away.
All this happened in a matter of seconds, so quickly that there was no time to make a decision.
In terms of strength, this stalker dressed as a porter is not inferior to Xi Munan who held the City Lord's Seal in Jiacheng back then, and is considered extraordinary in the Tenglong Realm.
But for Jiang Wang now, this strength is no longer enough to fight.
But he said that the porter was kicked away and immediately turned over. However, Jiang Wang was already in front of him again, very close at hand.
This is a distance that cannot be avoided and can easily lead to life and death.
"Don't force me to hold back." Jiang Wang said.
Like a basin of cold water poured over his head, the porter calmed down instantly.
Even if this was Linzi, killing an unidentified person who was following him by mistake was not an indefensible reason.
In that confrontation just now, the difference in strength was already very obvious.
Compared with those stupid young people who rush to fight for their lives without thinking, the opponent's rationality is always gratifying.
Jiang Wang put away his sword and asked calmly: "Who asked you to follow me?"
The porter gritted his teeth and said, "I can't say."
"It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't?" Jiang Wang thought for a while: "Wang Yiwu in the army?"
He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, consciously catching Wang Yiwu's hand. This was an unexpected gain from this trip: "Using military orders to conduct private affairs?"
"That's not the case!" The porter retorted: "You are not from Qi, and your origin is unknown. Now you are wandering around Linzi. We have the responsibility of guarding the capital, and we have reason to investigate you."
As expected, Wang Yiwu is not that easy to leave behind. This is a spontaneous investigation by the military, and it can actually be said to be in compliance with regulations.
But at this time, it is still necessary to be brave enough to be unreasonable, let alone reasonable.
"Not to mention that my title of baron is an imperial title. Even the emperor saw me in Donghua Pavilion and recognized my achievements. Do you doubt me? Do you doubt the emperor's vision?"
Jiang Wang looked at him coldly, almost writing "Who do you think you are" on his face: "Which army do you belong to?"
"We were just investigating... and not doing anything."
"Then do you know the relationship between Wang Yiwu and Zhongxuanzun, and the relationship between me and Zhongxuansheng? Zhongxuanzun and Chongxuansheng are now competing for the position of the head of the family? How fierce is this, and how many interests are involved?" Jiang Wang
Asking questions again and again.
Even though the porter's face was painted waxy yellow, it was clear that he was uncertain at this moment: "I didn't... think about it that much. I just followed the order."
Jiang Wang stared at him, tapping his fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword.
The porter was also silent, waiting for his decision.
After a long time, Jiang Wang said: "Wipe your face clean and let me remember who you are."
With this man's cultivation, no matter which army he is in, he is definitely not an ordinary soldier. It is very suspicious that Wang Yiwu sent such a person to follow him, and it does not seem like a simple follower. If Jiang Wang directly kills people, That's so stupid.
Being stared at by Jiang Wang's sword-like gaze, the porter had no room to hesitate and directly reached out and wiped it on his face.
The waxy thing was wiped away, and even the beard disappeared.
What appeared in front of him was a young face of average appearance but good complexion, probably around twenty years old.
Jiang Wang was more sure of his judgment and simply said: "We are on the same road now, right?"
Then, without saying anything else, he turned around and walked in the direction of Xu Xiangqian, without worrying that he would take the opportunity to escape.
Because both of them know that there is no way to escape.
The young man, who was still wearing porter's clothes, changed his expression for a while, and finally took steps to follow Jiang Wang.
