This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 198
"It's so boring, little Lu, how long will it take to arrive in Miaojiang?"

This was the third time Shang Luo asked the same question today, and this time Lu Hanjiang didn't even bother to answer. He leaned against a corner of the carriage, yawning with his eyes half down.

People in Miaojiang do not want to communicate more with the Central Plains. Since ancient times, they have lived in their own way. Therefore, the farther you go to the back of the road, the more desolate and uninhabited the land will be.

I haven't seen the spring in February, and the whole journey is white and desolate. It's no wonder that Shang Luo is bored, even Lu Hanjiang is not interested.

Originally, I could still pass the time by relying on the quacks I met on the road, but unfortunately, I don't know if it was because of Linglong's tricks last time, Zhou Yuanshan, who learned from the pain, is now in a state of desperation.

It's never Lu Hanjiang's turn to come out to have fun, anyone who robs money and blocks the way, slaps them all away, even Zhou Yuanshan will give a slap to those who are courteous enough to ask for directions, telling others that he has no good intentions .

Having said that, although they have wasted a lot of time stopping and stopping along the way, it is almost time to reach the territory of Miaojiang.

Just thinking about you, Zhou Yuanshan who was driving suddenly yelled and pulled the horse rope. Before Lu Hanjiang could speak, Shang Luo couldn't wait to lift the curtain and asked, "Brother Zhou, what's the matter?"

It could be seen that the girl was suffocated, the cold wind penetrated into the warm compartment, causing Lu Hanjiang to shiver. He tightened his clothes and asked, "What happened?"

"Go back to my lord, girl, there seems to be something wrong in front, wait for the humble post to investigate."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yuanshan jumped out of the car, Shang Luo hurriedly put the cloak on her shoulders, and followed her in a hurry: "Brother Zhou, wait for me!"

Lu Hanjiang didn't want to move, and moved forward lazily, sitting on the shaft of the car and watching the two of them walking towards the white field in front of them.

Zhou Yuanshan's eyes were quite powerful, and he found a trace of a fight just after he walked not far away, and further on, broken bamboo sticks, and a dozen corpses that were mostly covered by heavy snow appeared in front of him .

They were all dressed in shabby clothes, Zhou Yuanshan went up to inspect the physical condition of several people, most of them showed the characteristics of martial arts, and they all used bamboo sticks as weapons, they seemed to be disciples of the Beggar Clan.

After the investigation, Zhou Yuanshan returned to the carriage with the curious Shang Luo.

"My lord," Zhou Yuanshan said in a deep voice, "There used to be a group of gangsters fighting here, one side was the Beggar Gang, as for the opponent's identity is unknown for the time being, but it should be a master of swords, all the corpses were left with sword wounds. "

"Sword wound."

Lu Hanjiang pondered for a moment, then asked again: "Are there any other clues?"

"Looking at it from a lowly position, although the sword wounds are basically the same, there are still differences in the details. I am afraid that more than one person murdered, or someone killed with two different sword techniques at the same time." Zhou Yuanshan said.

"...Well, I see, don't worry about it, let's continue on our way."

"Impossible to take orders."

Zhou Yuanshan continued to drive forward. Although Shang Luo was full of doubts, Lu Hanjiang couldn't give her any answers at this time, because there were too few clues.

I only know that those who were killed were all disciples of the beggar gang, and the weapon used by the murderer was a sword. To be honest, Lu Hanjiang originally thought of Huangfu Yushu at the first time, but Zhou Yuanshan said that the sword wound was different, so it was his possibility Not too high.

The carriage went forward for a while, and on the road, you could occasionally see violent corpses in the wilderness, and there were more than a dozen disciples of the Beggar Clan who were buried in the heavy snow.

It looked like they were being chased and killed. Judging from the thickness of the snow on the corpses, this was at least half a day ago.

Seeing the corpse of a beggar gang disciple who died tragically, Zhou Yuanshan said while driving: "My lord, according to my humble position, these disciples of the beggar gang should have been killed only after being ordered. According to the letter sent by Miao Jiang's brothers, Nearly a thousand disciples of the Beggar Clan have already gathered here, if they are together, and there is an expert like Yan Fengyun, I am afraid it will not be easy for others to get it."

After a little thought, Lu Hanjiang came to a conclusion: "It seems that Yan Fengyun hasn't found anyone yet, and it shouldn't be that person. Besides us, there should be a fourth party fishing in troubled waters."

"Xiao Lu, who are you talking about?" Shang Luo asked impatiently.

"Well, it's nothing, an insignificant person." Lu Hanjiang patted Shang Luo's head, and just said a few words perfunctorily, without elaborating on the origin of it with her.

The three of them sat in the carriage and walked forward for a few miles, and found more than a dozen corpses on the ground. Zhou Yuanshan got out of the carriage to investigate, but the sword wound was still fatal.

Just when he was about to look further at the corpse for any clues, suddenly twenty or thirty disciples of the Beggar Clan, dressed in rags and carrying bamboo sticks, jumped out from the bushes on both sides.

Zhou Yuanshan quickly stepped back to the side of the carriage, looked solemnly at the disciples of the Beggar Clan who surrounded them and said, "I can't wait to pass by here, I wonder what you mean?"

One of the leading disciples of the beggar gang stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, a villain has been attacking and killing the disciples of my gang recently, please please get off the guests in the carriage and let me Check it out."

"Disrespectful! Is the beggar gang trying to bully the few with the more?" Zhou Yuanshan put on his fists and feet, and his attitude was unyielding.

The leading disciple didn't say much, and with an order, all the disciples of the Beggars' Clan started to circle the carriage with their sticks, and it seemed that they were about to form a formation.

Shang Luo stayed in the carriage nervously, carefully opened the corner of the curtain to observe the disciples of the Beggar Gang outside, she whispered, "Xiao Lu, there are so many of them, what should we do, do you want to go out?"

Shang Luo was no stranger to the Beggar Gang as a well-known sect in Jianghu. She had heard the reputation of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon countless times from storytellers, so it was reasonable to feel worried at this time.

Lu Hanjiang said indifferently: "If you have heard the words of the dead, forget it, don't take it to heart."

Shang Luo was taken aback for a moment, then covered her mouth and said in surprise: "No, Xiao Lu, are you going to kill them all?"

"not me."

As soon as Lu Hanjiang finished speaking, suddenly a disciple of the beggar gang outside screamed and fell into a pool of blood, with a blue long sword stuck in his back.

"Be careful of sneak attack!"

The leading disciple's pupils shrank suddenly, and just as he uttered the words, there was a bloodstain on his throat.

Many disciples of the Beggar Clan looked at the woman who fell from the sky in horror, and saw her long black hair tied into a ponytail with a red string, her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, with a little danzhu on her forehead, and a red long sword in her hand. Stepping like a fright, he staggered and passed between the three disciples of the Beggars' Clan. Turning around, the three fell down holding their necks that were gushing with blood.

"It's her! Hurry up and fight the dog!"

The remaining disciples of the Beggar Clan formed a formation in a hurry to surround the woman, but the other party stepped on the head of one of the disciples, flying over their heads like a flying swallow, and took the other blue long sword with her. Hold it in your hand.

This woman held two swords, one green and one red, entering the unformed formation was like a dazzling storm. The group of Beggar Clan disciples had no power to resist, and they were cut up like melons and vegetables by her. Sent to the west.

Not only Shang Luo stared dumbfounded at this scene, even Zhou Yuanshan was stunned for a while, he seemed to have seen the sword technique used by that dancing girl before.

"Do you know that woman?" Lu Hanjiang noticed Zhou Yuanshan's strangeness and asked.

"This, it's not." Zhou Yuanshan's tone was a little uncertain, he said: "I don't recognize this woman in a lowly position, but what she uses seems to be the swordsmanship of the world."

(End of this chapter)