When Liu Ruyan returned to the carriage, there was no one in the carriage, and there was a broken hemp rope lying under her feet. After seeing the situation clearly, the disciples of the Sword Sect who came from behind asked her if she wanted to chase Qin Chuan.
She raised her head and glanced at the sky. The sun was hidden behind the clouds. The sky was gray and it seemed like it would rain at any time.
"There's no need to chase him. If you stay here for a moment longer, you'll be in more danger. It's better to leave here as soon as possible." She's not being alarmist. Qin Chuan escaped. The informant hiding in the dark will definitely contact other killers.
Instead of staying here and trying to be a hero, it's better to think about how to survive.
The climate in the mountains is changeable. In the evening, a drizzle finally fell. Coupled with the cold spring, the wind was actually bitingly cold.
In the jungle ten miles away, blood dripped from a long sword, mixed with the rainwater in the mud, and slowly flowed away like a stream.
Raindrops penetrated the clouds and fell on Qin Chuan. He lowered his eyes to the two corpses at his feet until the blood on the sword blade was washed away by the rain. He casually pulled out a sword flower and sheathed the long sword.
Hold your edge.
Qin Chuan leaned down, retrieved the Wangfenglou waist badge from the deceased's arms, and hung it on his waist. Then, a pair of icy eyes swept across their faces.
"Does it look like the bones?" He thought thoughtfully, his eyes falling on the face of one of them, whose facial bones were somewhat similar to his own.
Picking up a knife from the mud, Qin Chuan raised the knife, cut off the man's skull entirely, wrapped it in a cloth, and walked slowly out of the jungle...
In the morning of April, the morning sun rises, everything revives, and the villagers start a new day of business. With the occasional birdsong in the forest, the small village seems particularly peaceful.
Liu Ruyan and his party found a small farmhouse at the foot of the mountain, exchanged some coarse grains and corn porridge with the peasant woman, and finally had a hot meal. The fatigue of the past few days was swept away at this moment.
After dinner, Liu Ruyan told everyone the whole story, including Qin Chuan's personal grudge.
Since almost all the disciples from Xuantian Sect are dead, I have to trouble everyone to inform the sect leader about this matter.
Elder Ren accepted the task on the spot: "As a sword sect, we should share the same enemy. From now on, Wangfeng Tower will be our public enemy."
"But there is one thing I still have doubts about." She asked, "Why did Qin Chuan choose Xuantian Sect, or is there something special about Xuantian Sect?"
Elder Ren thought for a while: "As a rising star, Xuantian Sect is quite powerful in Yongzhou. Although this sect's martial arts foundation is not deep, its business heritage has been passed down for hundreds of years."
"Business?" She remembered a village she passed before going up the mountain. It had a very strong business atmosphere. If the Xuantian Sect was in charge of the economic lifeline of Yongzhou, it would be considered to have strong financial resources.
Liu Ruyan gradually got an idea and asked Elder Xiang Ren: "I wonder what kind of industries the Xuantian Sect has?"
"I remember that they have large areas of fertile land in Yongshan, where they grow grain, sugar cane, ramie and other products, as well as lake salt." He continued.
A Lan also added: "Many of the cloth shops, inns, and medical clinics here belong to the Xuantian Sect."
Liu Ruyan wrote them down one by one.
It seems that with the change of dynasties in Kyushu, some people have not enough to eat, while others are silently getting rich.
"There is another racecourse that you have missed!" Gesang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly interrupted.
She turned her head and said, "What racecourse?"
As a Tibetan businessman, Kelsang naturally knew something about it. "They have a horse farm in Shayuan. They raise horses for various places and supply war horses to the current imperial court."
Speaking of Shayuan, Liu Ruyan had some impressions. She heard that the grass there was lush and there were many lakes. It had been a place for horse herding in the past dynasties. The Tang Dynasty set up a horse herding prison here.
I see……
If the financial backer behind Wangfeng Tower has an agenda, then the Xuantian Sect is indeed coveted.
Everyone said some more one after another, then packed their luggage and set off on the road again.
Just after they left the village, they met Dugu Yi who was in a hurry on the dirt path in the mountains.
He nodded slightly to everyone, said hello, and rode away in the dust.
Liu Ruyan lifted the car curtain and remembered that underneath his seemingly old-fashioned and warm-hearted appearance, he had evil intentions and used tricks to harm his uncle.
A-Lan was also angry: "The incident happened because of him. This kid walked around quite freely... Why don't you, Master, run more errands and go to the Qingyan Sect to talk about it?"
Elder Ren drove the horse and frowned, "As a teacher, I have some friendship with the head of the Qingyan Sect. I will give him some advice when I go back this time, so that they can be more considerate."
A-Lan tilted her head and glanced at Elder Ren, grinning, "Master is a chivalrous man, and my disciple admires him."
Elder Ren raised his riding whip and said impatiently: "You bastard, just give me some trouble!"
Ah Lan quickly let the horse jump far away to avoid Elder Ren, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Master's old horse can't keep up with the disciple's horse."
"Unworthy traitor!"
The other disciples of the Mingjian Sect seemed to be used to this scene, and had no choice but to gallop their horses and whips to catch up with the two masters and disciples running ahead.
"Alan, remember to turn right on the fork in front of the road, don't go wrong!" they shouted.
Liu Ruyan looked at the chasing horses. The yellow sand was noisy and the horses' hooves were galloping. They were running along the long and winding mountain road towards the end. In the distance, frightened swans were flapping their wings, the water and rocks were clear, and above the mountains, there was the vast expanse of thousands of miles.
Long sky.
After a long while, she withdrew her gaze and lowered the curtain with bare hands...
At noon, when the carriage drove through a hillside, the woods nearby could be vaguely seen with sparkling water.
Bai Zhi slowed down the reins, turned around and asked inside the car: "There is a stream in the forest, do you want to open a stove there?"
They are often on the road, and if they can't find a small shop, they will choose a place with a water source to light a fire to cook. Today, they have just finished all the dry food, so it seems that they need to set up a pot to make some hot rice.
The carriage drove slowly into the forest and finally stopped beside a stream.
When the others saw this, Jin Bu Huan, Qiu Shi, and several other knights without any sect also got off their horses, while other disciples from other sects followed the large army and continued on their way.
When the grass was lush and delicious, Bai Zhi took off the reins and let the foal eat grass. Then she released the awning behind the car and took out the pots, pans and other items.
Although the carriage is small, it is fully equipped with everything.
Liu Ruyan held a pot filled with onions and garlic, and picked up a bunch of dried meat. The old bacon had been sun-dried until the skin and flesh were translucent, glowing with golden oil. After she picked the onions and garlic, she
Go wash the meat.
With the sound of gurgling water, Liu Ruyan squatted by the stream, soaking her hands in the cool water to wash away the dirt on the bacon.
The stream is very clear and shallow, and from time to time a few small fish swing their tails and shuttle between the colorful pebbles.
She watched for a while and found that although there were many fish in the water, they were only as long as a finger. Instead, there were a considerable number of small shrimps floating in the water.
It would be good to catch some shrimps and make porridge.
She ran back and put down the bacon, held the bamboo basket and came to the stream again, took off her shoes and socks, and stepped into the water with her bare feet.
The mountain stream is a bit cool, but not bone-chilling.
She walked step by step into the river, bent down, and slowly sank the bamboo basket to the bottom of the water. Then she walked upstream while holding the bamboo basket with shrimps.
After finishing her work, she sat on a protruding rock to dry her feet and took a look at the river shrimps in the basket. There were about fifty of them, some large and some small. Boiling them with rice porridge would add some flavor.