Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 856 The Second Grandmaster

With this mountain as the head, the flat wilderness is also cut off here, as if cut off by a knife, and the rolling mountains lie across it, forming a natural barrier.

Huan Zicheng walked forward calmly, and didn't stop until he reached the side of the carriage.

Right in front of the carriage stop, there is a narrow mountain road. On both sides of the mountain road are straight up and down cliffs, sandwiching a thin line of blue sky.

Looking at the mountain road from afar, Huan Zicheng was expressionless.

A short and stout man followed him with a serious face, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression extremely stern.

At this moment, several low shouts suddenly came from the front, followed by the sound of swords being drawn and the sound of weapons clashing, mixed with men's low shouts and howls, one after another, resounding through the mountain road.

It was obvious that someone was fighting, and at the corner of the mountain road, occasionally the cold light of weapons flashed away, but Huan Zicheng remained expressionless, as if he didn't hear it.

"Chi Gui, what number is this?" He asked calmly, reaching out and brushing off the sleeve of his robe.

The short and strong man named Chi Gui crossed his hands neatly and said: "Return to the Lord, it's the third dial."

"Hmm." Huan Zicheng nodded, said nothing more, but took out the letter from his sleeve again, and looked at it carefully.

The red ghost also had the same expression on his face, still standing by his side.

In front of and on both sides of them is the Huan Mansion's brigade of chariots and horses.At this time, these chariots and horses all stopped at the entrance of the mountain road, with the guards in front and the servants behind, forming a very standard semi-circular formation, and no matter the guards or the servants, they were all calm, just like the people in front of them. Fighting and shouting do not exist at all.

Under this weird and orderly atmosphere, Huan Zicheng's face was calm, and his eyes flicked back and forth on the letter paper.

After a while, he slightly opened his lips, and some words leaked from his lips: "Princess Jinling...how can you write music?"

These words sounded like he was talking to himself, but he turned his head to look at Chi Gui, as if he needed an answer.

"My lord, my subordinates don't know." Chi Gui replied neatly without even thinking about it.

This answer almost made people laugh, but Huan Zicheng actually nodded slightly.

At that moment, the expression on his face was a bit weird, as if he was feeling sad, but also seemed to be overjoyed.

"Although I have felt it for a long time, but... I really... didn't expect it." He whispered again, the tone was extremely complicated, and people could hear the meaning of mixed sadness and joy.

"It turns out that she and I... came from the same place..." Huan Zicheng's voice was as low as a whisper, while Chi Gui remained expressionless, standing there without even moving a hair.

Huan Zicheng's sigh gradually disappeared in the silence.The two of them stopped talking, and the team of carriages and horses remained silent, except for the snorting of the horses and the whistling wind, there was only the sound of fighting coming from the front, and the sound of fighting was gradually increasing. weaken.

After a few breaths, Chi Gui, who had been tense all the time, suddenly relaxed, and immediately turned to Huan Zicheng and bowed: "Master, they are back."

Following his words, two old men suddenly appeared in the mountain path, one of them was wearing a black robe, tall and thin like a bamboo pole, while the other was wearing a gray shirt, short and fat like a ball.

It seems a little funny that two old men like this appear at the same time.

However, when you saw them, you couldn't feel such a feeling, only the murderous aura rushed over your face, almost forcing you to open your eyes.And even though the descriptions of these two old men are completely different, their eyes are equally sharp and brave, and their gait and demeanor are even more extraordinary.

These two people walked slowly to the front of the circle, and the guard at the front made way for them.

Chi Gui immediately went forward to meet him, bowed and said, "I have seen Lu Zong and Meng Zong."

The tall and thin Lu Zong gave an "Hmm" as an answer, while the short and fat Meng Zong glared at Chi Gui and scolded: "You useless thing!"

Chi Gui rubbed his head, but without saying anything, he led the two of them to Huan Zicheng.

"I've met my lord." Seeing Huan Zicheng, the two immediately bowed in solemn voices, and the ceremony was extremely respectful.

At this time, Huan Zicheng also had a slight smile on his cold face, stepped forward to help them up, and said in harmony: "Thank you for your hard work."

Meng Zong straightened up, patted Yuanyuan's belly, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, it's not disgraceful, it can be seen that this little old man's bones are still useful." He spat on the ground again, and said disdainfully: What kind of thing is it, it will die in a few clicks, it's so boring."

The red ghost said in a low voice: "Your disciple said he would go, but you are always not happy."

"What's the matter? Don't you want to let me play for a while?" Meng Zong immediately raised a beard all over his face, and his eyes were as big as copper bells.

The red ghost shrank his neck and didn't say anything more. Lu Zong who was beside him spoke very rarely: "You can also save your breath. There is only one apprentice left. What should I do if I scare him away?"

His voice is not as loud as Meng Zong's, but rather deep, and his articulation is slightly rough, obviously he doesn't speak often.

Meng Zong glared at him immediately, but the strange thing was that after this glaring, he didn't say anything, and walked away muttering, seeming to have listened.

Huan Zicheng had a warm smile on his face, and said politely: "The two masters, please go down and rest first, and leave the rest to Li Sun and the others."

Lu Zong and Meng Zong nodded slightly to him, then retreated.

After they left, Huan Zicheng turned to Chi Gui and said, "Please come over, Mute Uncle."

When he said this, he finally let go of the letter, and the expression on his face returned to his usual coldness.

"No." Chi Gui responded, and quickly went down to pass on the message. Not long after, the dumb slave came over.

Huan Zicheng took a step towards the car, lifted the green curtain with his hand, and said calmly: "Let's talk after getting in the car." After saying that, he stepped into the car first.

The dumb slave quickly followed in.As soon as he got into the car, he immediately said in a deep voice: "My lord, don't worry, the road ahead is cleared, and we can pass now."

Huan Zicheng nodded, but his face seemed to be in a daze. After a long silence, he said: "Today is the third call."

The dumb slave looked cold, and said solemnly: "Yes, my lord. Since we left Sishui Pass, this is the third group of people who intend to attack."

The corners of Huan Zicheng's lips moved slightly on Huan Zicheng's icy face, as if a faint smile was brushed across his face.

"Could it be that the calendar cannot be found?" He asked, his voice as cold as frost.

A little shame appeared on the dumb slave's face, and he lowered his head and said: "I am ashamed of my lord. We interrogated a few people, but these people are all locals, and we only said that someone gave them money to rob, and that The person who gave the money was said to be a man or a woman, and they couldn’t recognize the accent, so it was extremely difficult to check.”

(End of this chapter)