Outside the inn, Lian Qiao and the coachman walked quickly towards the carriage carrying dinner plates.
Coming outside the carriage, the coachman whispered: "Miss, I have tested the strength of the two people in the rear car. Those two people are swordsmen, one of them is a seventh-level swordsman, and the other young man should be a first-level swordsman."
Super swordsman."
"A first-class swordsman under twenty years old?" A voice came from the carriage.
After asking, the woman in the carriage said again: "Uncle Cheng, are you sure that young man is a first-class swordsman?"
The coachman nodded and replied: "I can be sure that that person is slightly weaker than me. When he came to me, I deliberately released my murderous intent, but he was just stunned for a moment and returned to normal."
After the coachman finished his reply, the carriage became silent again.
Lian Qiao looked at the coachman who lowered his head and said nothing, then looked at the quiet carriage, and suddenly said: "Miss, it's not a big deal even if the other person is a first-class swordsman. I just asked the swordsman to help me carry the plate, but he didn't
Reject me."
The carriage was still extremely quiet, and there was enough time for half a cup of tea before a faint sigh came: "Uncle Cheng, from now on, we should be more careful. I really can't think of a time when there was such a thing in the Yin and Shang Dynasties.
A master who is not yet twenty years old but possesses the strength of a swordsman."
The coachman surnamed Cheng nodded, turned around and jumped on the shaft of the coach, holding his whip and leaning against the door.
Looking at the vigilant look on the carriage driver's face, Lian Qiao couldn't help curling her lips, and then she got into the carriage with cakes and tea.
The caravan rested for half an hour at the inn before getting ready to set off.
The moment they set off, Ye Feng and He Huan all returned to the front of the carriage. When passing by the coachman, Ye Feng couldn't help but glance sideways at the coachman.
Thinking that the coachman was a swordsman who was not weaker than himself, Ye Feng was a little puzzled.
Even though the woman in the carriage was the daughter of the current prime minister, she seemed not qualified to use the swordsman as a carriage driver. Ye Feng had a hunch that the other party must have some hidden agenda when he did this.
The mighty motorcade marched slowly into the distance.
Perhaps because many traveling merchants had been together all morning and had become familiar with each other, everyone became chatting and laughing.
In the crowd, a traveling businessman let go of his throat and howled a folk song loudly.
As his voice spread into the distance, everyone in the motorcade burst into laughter.
An hour later, the convoy entered the Qiangliang Mountain boundary in Donghe County.
This Qiangliang Mountain is a canyon slope with a business road in the middle and cliffs on both sides.
Seeing the convoy entering Qiangliang Mountain, Zhan Peng's face became serious.
He drove his horse back and forth in the caravan, telling his men to be careful and alert.
A hundred meters ahead is the narrowest section of the Qiangliang Mountain Commercial Road.
Since the entire road is less than five meters wide, it can only allow motorcades to pass in one line.
Ahead, a dozen carriages carrying goods were all driving through the narrow area.
However, just as the last truck was about to pass the ramp, suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the bottom of the truck, and then the truck staggered and overturned in the middle of the road.
The car overturned, causing the caravan to lose its front and rear.
Zhan Peng, who was in the front, saw Ye Feng's carriage trapped behind the ramp, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes.
"Come here, look what happened to that carriage quickly?" Zhan Peng shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, three members of the escort team stepped forward.
Seeing that the truck's axle was crushed due to the heavy load, the escort team members helplessly shrugged their shoulders.
"Captain, the axle of this car was crushed. Also, the leg of the horse pulling the car was broken. I'm afraid we won't be able to move forward for a while." The escort shouted loudly.
Hearing the shouts of the escort team members, Zhan Peng frowned.
Although he has been walking on this business road for several years and has not encountered any danger so far, he still has no confidence in his heart.
As far as he knew, several robberies occurred every year in the natural canyon of Qiangliang Mountain. Resting here would obviously be an unwise decision.
"Whose cargo is that? Move it out of the car quickly?" Zhan Peng shouted loudly.
Among the crowd, four men wearing navy blue jackets came out.
One of the men glanced at Zhan Peng and said: "Captain, this is our cargo. Now that the axle is broken, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk even if I unload the cargo. Otherwise, otherwise..."
The man looked at the luxury carriage behind and said, "How about I discuss it with the carriage owners behind and ask them to help us carry the goods first. When we get to the next inn, we buy a new carriage and then we can bring the goods with us."
The cargo is unloaded."
The man's suggestion made Zhan Peng nodded.
So far, this is the only way. However, Zhan Peng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he thought that the carriages of Ye Feng and the family members of the first-class official would turn into trucks.
"Go and discuss with the carriage behind you and see if they can agree." Zhan Peng said in a low voice.
The four men looked at each other and walked towards the carriage where the driver surnamed Cheng was sitting.
Walking to the carriage, the leading man whispered: "Sir, our carriage is broken down. I wonder if you can make it easier for us to deliver the goods..."
Halfway through his words, a cold light suddenly flashed in the leader's eyes.
With a bang, his sleeve exploded, and a sword light shot out from the cuff.
"Death!" the man roared in a low voice, stabbing the coachman's throat with the long sword in his hand.
The driver's eyes, which were originally squinted, suddenly erupted with gleams of light at the moment the long sword struck.
Without seeing him make any move, his figure suddenly rose into the sky, and the whip in his hand was wrapped around the sword cultivator's throat like a ghost.
There was a crisp "snap" sound, and the tip of the whip exploded on the man's neck.
Before the man could stab the car door with the long sword in his hand, he suddenly fell to the ground, his head and body separated, and rolled away in a gurgling manner.
The driver surnamed Cheng killed the man with one move, causing the three sword cultivators behind the man to be stunned at the same time.
The three people waved their swords towards the coachman named Cheng without any explanation. However, just as the swords in the hands of the three men were about to hit the coachman's thigh, three metal petals flashing with an orchid light were ejected from the carriage.
The petals circled in the void, making a buzzing sound.
Before the three swordsmen could react, more than three shining petals were firmly nailed to their chests.
Lian Qiao jumped out of the carriage, with a hint of evil on her pretty face.
She glanced at the three dead sword cultivators, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes.
"You dare to harm the young lady, you really don't want your life to be long!" Lian Qiao said coldly.
After saying this, she walked up to an assassin and kicked the dead swordsman with her foot.
Suddenly, the sword cultivator who was lying on the ground, obviously dead, jumped up from the ground.
In the palm of his hand, a half-foot-long dagger with a black luster flashed, stabbing Lian Qiao's chest fiercely.
The incident happened so suddenly that Lian Qiao had no time to react.
Behind her, the driver surnamed Cheng, who was standing on the shaft of the carriage, wanted to help, but due to the angle, he couldn't find where to start.
In the carriage, the eldest lady, who had never been seen before, let out an exclamation.
The eldest lady seemed to want to save people, but it was so urgent that she didn't know what to do.
With helpless eyes, Lian Qiao watched the dagger pierce her chest.
At the moment when death enveloped her body, she even forgot to dodge, and just stared in shock at the approaching dagger, her eyes full of despair.
"You're going to die like this?" Lian Qiao's heart was filled with despair.
Just when she thought she was dead, suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the carriage behind, and then the carriage made of red sandalwood shattered, revealing Ye Feng's face.
The explosion in the carriage made the swordsman who was determined to kill Lian Qiao slightly stunned.
At the moment when he was stunned, a silver-white sword energy fell across the sky and hit the dagger in his hand hard.
With a muffled sound, the sword energy directly bombarded the dagger into powder.
Seeing the dagger explode, the sword cultivator panicked and wanted to retreat, but suddenly found that a powerful aura enveloped his body, making him unable to even retreat.
"Whoosh", a soft sound came from the void.
Before the sound disappeared, a silver-white sword energy hit the sword cultivator directly between his eyebrows.
Like a watermelon being smashed, the sword cultivator's head exploded instantly.
Red blood and white brains flew everywhere, spraying the nearest Lian Qiao's head and face.
After the sword cultivator's head exploded, his body fell straight backwards.
His body fell to the ground stiffly, and Lian Qiao let out a cry of surprise.
She touched the blood and brain on the top of her head, turned around, and looked at Ye Feng in astonishment who came to help. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
After being stunned for a long time, Lian Qiao screamed and ran towards the car.
After she entered the carriage, there was a sound of crying.
"Uncle Cheng, see if those sword cultivators are dead?" A soft and sweet voice came from inside the carriage.
Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, the driver surnamed Cheng jumped from the shaft of the carriage. The moment he landed, the wooden handle of the whip in his hand pierced the chests of the two remaining sword cultivators.
Puffs of blood spattered out from the chests of the two long-dead sword cultivators.
Seeing those sword cultivators all dead, the stern face of the coachman named Cheng relaxed.
"Miss, those people are all dead," the coachman surnamed Cheng said in a deep voice.
There was silence in the carriage, and after about a few seconds, a bitter sigh came from the car.
"Uncle Cheng, find a place to bury these people. No matter what, we can't let their bodies be exposed in the wilderness." The beautiful female voice said in the carriage.
"Miss, they almost killed me, why do you still want to bury their bodies?" Lian Qiao said dissatisfied in the carriage.
After saying this, there was a sound of changing clothes in the carriage.
In the carriage, the woman sighed sadly, and said in a compassionate tone: "No matter why these people came, they are still human beings. Even if they die, they shouldn't not have a grave."
The coachman surnamed Cheng did not agree with what the woman in the carriage said. However, even though he was unwilling to do so, he had no intention of disobeying the woman. He still raised his whip and rolled up the corpses of the four swordsmen.
In a ditch beside the road.
Under the digging of the driver surnamed Cheng, fluffy loess was sprinkled on the bodies of the four sword cultivators.
Just when the driver surnamed Cheng was about to bury all four sword cultivators, Ye Feng, who was standing silently on the shaft, suddenly jumped down from the shaft and said, "Wait a minute. Let me bury them!"