Red Heart Survey

There is a horse-riding mountain outside the southern city of Linzi. It is said that a general once drove a horse and died suddenly here. The general's name is not known, only the name of the mountain has been handed down. Thinking about it, someone who could die of exhaustion on the hasty march is not considered a famous general.

Somehow, this mountain gradually became a tomb mountain, and many tombs moved here.

Because there is still some fame, resting here is protected by the so-called general, not everyone can be buried in it, it is considered a good cemetery.

The resting place that Xu Xiangqian chose for Xu Fang's family five hundred years ago is here.

Otherwise, there are many people in Linzi.

After leaving the city, at least there will be no rubbing shoulders. But there are still quite a few people on picnics, businessmen, and various people on the official road.

After walking for about half a stick of incense, the pedestrians on the road became conspicuously sparse.

Jiang Wang paused and said, "You guys go first, I'll come later."

Xu Xianggan didn't ask why, he just answered and continued walking.

And Jiang Wang turned around with his sword, and walked towards a porter with a clear goal.

The porter was carrying a load of stones and gave way to the side, Jiang Wang followed and moved two steps sideways. Only then did he raise his head, and said in an authentic Linzi accent: "My lord, I won't move anymore, you go first."

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his smile was quite simple and honest.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up." Jiang Wang said.

"Look at what you said, what am I going to do with you? I'm carrying stones to the front, and I'm on a different road from you."

The porter looks like he is thirty or forty years old. But if you remove the sallow layer on your face and the messy beard, you will be at least ten years younger.

Jiang Wang stared at him and said, "How do you know that you are on a different path from mine, how do you know... where am I going?"

The porter was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly and said: "If you go with that white man, you must be going to chase Mashan, so why think about it."

Jiang Wang looked down and motioned him to look at his feet: "I've seen your boots more than a dozen times. Why, can't you bear to change them?"

Only then did the porter know what the problem was. He didn't expect the person who prepared his outfit to make such a low-level mistake. But this is not the time to care.

trouble.

Such thoughts came to his mind.

Without saying a word, he threw the burden in his hand, and even the shoulder pole and two baskets of stones, threw it straight at Jiang Wang.

boom!

The bursting sound in such a short distance is a testament to its strength.

Jiang Wang only drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cold light flashed suddenly. The shoulder pole was broken into two pieces, and the stone materials were separated from both sides, as if they had a self-consciousness, they all passed around Jiang.

And Jiang Wang went forward in the meantime, the tip of the sword went straight to the porter's vital point.

Snapped!

The porter clasped his palms together, clamping the blade of the sword with his fleshy palms, and then deflected it outwards forcefully, at the same time he kicked fiercely.

Jiang Wang didn't give in, he only twisted the sword body slightly, and the violent sword energy exploded in a spiral shape in an instant.

In order to keep his hands, the porter had to let go and retreat.

Jiang Wang slashed down with his long sword, cutting off his leg that was too late to fully retract. But he saw a group of soldiers rushing out from his legs, wrapped around the porter's legs, and went up directly, wanting to confront Sauvignon Blanc head-on.

This straightforward and fierce fighting method is indeed a monk in the army.

With a judgment in Jiang Wang's mind, the sword turned back and swiped towards the opponent's throat.

And the porter's eyes flashed coldly, he only raised his left hand to block his neck, but he poked Jiang Wang's heart with his toes without hesitation.

There is a bit of ruthlessness in exchanging hands for lives.

Jiang Wang stretched out his hand like lightning, and pressed on his calf, and the man jumped up, turned around in the air, and whipped his leg directly!

crackle!

This kick of the whip blasted the air, and directly pulled the porter's arm between his neck, pressed it hard, and pushed it in.

Together with his arm, it hit his right face and sent him flying.

All this happened within a square inch, the rabbits rose and the falcons fell, so fast that there was no gap between the formulas.

In terms of strength, this stalker dressed as a porter is not inferior to Mo Munan who held the seal of the city lord in Jiacheng back then, and he is considered extraordinary in the Tenglong Realm.

But for Jiang Wang now, this kind of strength is far from enough to fight.

But he said that the porter was kicked and immediately turned over, but Jiang Wang was already close to him again.

This is a distance that cannot be avoided and is easy to see life and death immediately.

"Don't force me to hold back." Jiang Wang said.

Like a pot of cold water being poured over his head, the porter instantly calmed down.

Even if this is Linzi, it is not an unreasonable reason to kill an unknown person who is following him by mistake.

And in that confrontation just now, the gap in strength was already evident.

Compared with those stupefied youths who are rushing to fight for their lives without thinking, the reason of the opponent is always gratifying.

Jiang Wang put away his sword and asked lightly, "Who told you to follow me?"

The porter gritted his teeth and said, "I can't say."

"It's not that you don't want to, is it that you can't?" Jiang Wang thought for a while: "In the army, Wang Yiwu?"

He couldn't help picking the corners of his mouth, and consciously caught Wang Yiwu's handle, which was an unexpected gain from this trip: "Using military orders to do private affairs?"

"That's not true!" the porter retorted: "You are not from Qi, and your origin is unknown, and now you are wandering in Linzi. We have the responsibility to guard the capital, so we have reason to investigate you."

Sure enough, Wang Yiwu was not so easy to leave behind. This is a spontaneous investigation by the military, and it can actually be said to be in compliance with regulations.

But at times like this, it takes a lot of courage to be unreasonable, let alone reasonable.

"Let's not mention that my baronship is an imperial title. Even the emperor has seen me in Donghua Pavilion and recognized my meritorious deeds. Do you doubt me? Doubt the emperor's vision?"

Jiang Wang looked at him coldly, almost writing "what are you" on his face: "Which army do you belong to?"

"We just investigated ... and did nothing."

"Then do you know what is the relationship between Wang Yiwu and Chong Xuan Zun, what is the relationship between me and Chong Xuan Sheng, Chong Xuan Zun and Chong Xuan Sheng are now competing for the position of Patriarch? How intense is this, and how many interests are involved?" Jiang Wang Ask again and again.

Even though the porter's face was painted sallow, it could be seen that the weather was uncertain at this time: "I didn't... think about it that much. I just followed the order."

Jiang Wang stared at him, tapped his fingers on the hilt of the sword lightly.

The porter was also silent, waiting for his decision.

After a long time, Jiang Wang said: "Wipe your face clean, let me remember who you are."

With this person's cultivation base, no matter which army he is in, he is definitely not an ordinary soldier. It is very suspicious that Wang Yiwu sent such a person to follow him, and it does not seem to be a simple follow-up. It would be too stupid for Jiang Wang to kill people directly.

Stared intently by Jiang Wang's sword-like eyes, the porter didn't have room to hesitate, and directly wiped his face with his hand.

The sallow thing was wiped off, even the beard disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was a young face with a medium appearance but good complexion, probably around twenty years old.

Jiang Wang was more certain of the judgment in his heart, and only said: "We are on the same road now, aren't we?"

Then, without saying anything else, he turned around and walked towards Xu Xiangqian, not worried that he would take the opportunity to escape.

Because both of them knew that there was no way to escape.

The young man who was still wearing porter's clothes changed his expression for a while, and finally took a step and followed behind Jiang Wang.

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