The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 37 Ruined Temple
In the evening, the sky was gloomy and even the setting sun was blocked by thick dark clouds.

Several horse-drawn carts creaked and moved along the official road, loaded with boxes. On the front cart was a large flag with the words "Flying Eagle" embroidered on it.

A group of men armed with swords and knives were surrounding the car, and there were several riders leading the way in front.

While they were on the road, there was a sudden sound of hurried horse hooves from behind. A middle-aged man in a gray shirt riding a horse in front of the convoy turned his head to look.

In the distance, he saw a heroic young man riding a horse at full speed. It was Fang Xun, who had previously killed Du Feng, the Soul-Chasing Sword.

The riders in front of the convoy suddenly slowed down, and the carriages behind also slowed down, as if they wanted to let Fang Xun pass first.

Soon Fang Xun rode his horse to catch up with the convoy, and immediately many eyes were looking at him. Although there was no malice, they were full of basic vigilance.

In the wilderness, people who are not vigilant would have their graves covered with grass three feet high.

In just two or three breaths, Fang Xun jumped from the end of the team to the front. He casually glanced at the riders at the head of the team.

But this fleeting glimpse made his heart sink.

Next to the middle-aged man in gray shirt was a young man in brocade clothes with an arrogant face. He had a mutton-fat jade pendant hanging around his waist, and the word "Eastern" on it was particularly eye-catching in Fang Xun's eyes.

Seeing the familiar style of jade pendant, Fang Xun did not stop, but just made a note of the origins of the convoy in his mind.

"The Lian Family of Feiying Fort, unfortunately it is more important to save Master now, so I'd better go there later."

Feiying Fort is located more than 200 miles away from Menghu Mountain and was built a hundred years ago.

In the beginning, there were only hundreds of people in the Lian family who built a fort in the wild and lived there. Everyone practiced martial arts, so even if they encountered chaos in the world, they could barely protect themselves.

However, as time went on, many homeless refugees took the initiative to attach themselves to the sect, and it became more and more prosperous.

Today, it is called a fort, but in fact it has become a market town with thousands of people. People from villages within a hundred miles will come to Feiying Fort to attend the market from time to time.

It has become an unwritten rule that martial arts masters set up their own sects in the wild mountains and do not report to the government or pay taxes.

The territory of this world is a hundred times more vast than that of Fang Xun's previous life. There are a lot of unowned vacant lands, and all dynasties have not had the ability to clarify every inch of land within the territory.

Even in the ancient times when Fang Xun did not have extraordinary powers in his previous life, the imperial power did not extend to the countryside, let alone this world of advanced martial arts today.

However, for a place like Feiying Fort, there are only four innate meridians in total, and its strength is far inferior to those of the major martial arts sects. They still have to report to the government and pay taxes on time.

But within a hundred miles of territory, the castle owner is a local tyrant.

In just a few breaths, Fang Xun rode away and disappeared from the sight of everyone in Feiying Castle.

The convoy gradually returned to its normal speed.

The young man in gorgeous clothes looked extremely unhappy: "Why are you slowing down?
It's just one person. There are so many of us. Are we still worried that he might have some problems?"

A middle-aged man with a simple and honest face whispered next to him.

"Master Teng, there is no village in front of you and no shop behind you. You must have some skills to travel alone in the wilderness."

Young Master Teng looked unconvinced. When he was about to say something, the man in gray spoke up and stopped him.

"Teng'er, what Lao Zhang said is right, you should learn it well. Your skills are not up to par yet, and your eyesight is not good enough to see much.

Just now I clearly saw three black knives and two black swords in that person's bag. None of them reflected any light. Judging from their appearance, they should be the weapons of the Wujiantang assassins."

Young Master Teng was immediately surprised, and he understood why his father suddenly slowed down and became alert. The young man must have killed a group of assassins from Wujiantang not long ago.

The most important thing when walking outside is to be careful. Although their Feiying Fort is also well-known in Guangling Prefecture, it is not enough for the real masters in the world. At this time, the gray-shirted man looked at the sky again and said, "A rainstorm is coming. I remember there is an abandoned temple twenty miles away. Speed ​​up and spend the night in the ruined temple tonight!"

After a while, the speed of the Feiying Fort convoy suddenly increased, and they traveled four or five miles in less than a quarter of an hour. It seemed that they should be able to reach the ruined temple before the heavy rain fell.

At this time, Fang Xun did not stop and in a quarter of an hour he saw the dilapidated temple on the side of the road.

With a sigh, the exhausted horse stopped at the temple entrance.

Fang Xun dismounted, looked at the overcast sky, and sighed helplessly.

"Menghu Mountain is less than 50 miles away, but the weather is not good. Well, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Let's recover the consumed true energy first."

He led the horse into the temple yard, tied it under the eaves at the door, and then walked into the dilapidated temple carrying a large bag.

The temple had been abandoned for a long time. The roof was generally intact, but the statue of an unknown god on the altar was missing an arm, and a smell of decay was overwhelming.

Strong winds rushed in through the window holes, bringing with them waves of cold air.

Fang Xun took out a tinder and a small bottle filled with some lamp oil, found a broken small oil lamp on the altar, poured some lamp oil into it and lit it, instantly dispelling the darkness in the temple.

Then he cleared a place, found some firewood, and lit it to drive away the cold.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, threw a Qi-recovering pill he had just received from Du Feng into his mouth, and began to practice the Zhou Tian meditation to regulate his breathing.

After fighting with Du Feng, most of his true energy was consumed.

Although his skills are not inferior to Du Feng due to his extraordinary circumstances, he is not a natural after all.

In the innate realm, the communication between heaven and man opens up the bridge between heaven and earth, and the true energy circulates endlessly while walking, sitting or lying down, and the speed of energy recovery is much faster than that of the acquired realm.

If Fang Xun wants to recover now, he can either take drugs or rely on moving the Qi around in the body to recover.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed and the sky outside had turned completely dark.

Du Feng's Qi-recovering pill came from the Thirty-Six Great Masters, so its quality was definitely worth mentioning. Fang Xun consumed most of his true Qi, but in just one hour he was back to his full strength.

After finishing his practice, Fang Xun took out six large white steamed buns from his bag and roasted them on the firewood pile.

Boom——

At this moment, a loud thunder suddenly broke through the dark sky, dyeing the sky and the earth pale white, and frightened the horses outside the temple.

After a while, raindrops from the sky poured down like a torrential rain, and soon turned into a downpour. The entire night sky was covered with a hazy rain curtain.

Hearing the thunder outside, Fang Xun's face turned gloomy. He originally wanted to rush to Menghu Mountain tonight, but it was raining heavily outside and he didn't know when it would stop.

Just as he frowned, a burst of messy footsteps suddenly came from outside.

With a creak, the door of the dilapidated temple was opened, and Fang Xun saw three miserable figures who were soaked like drowned rats rushing into the dilapidated temple.

In the front was a man in a grey shirt, followed by a young man and an honest-looking middle-aged man walking side by side. They were none other than the Fort Lord Lian of Feiying Fort, Lao Zhang, and Young Master Teng whom Fang Xun had met on the official road before.

When Lord Lian came in, he saw Fang Xun baking buns. He was surprised at first, then he bowed and said, "I am Lian Zhenshan from Feiying Fort. I am sorry to bother my friend by borrowing your place to take shelter from the rain."

Fang Xun said calmly: "This dilapidated temple is not my home, there is no need to disturb it."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the three people, focused all his attention on the six baked buns in front of him, and began to worship his stomach.

(End of this chapter)