Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei was eager to try: "Master, when shall we set off!"

"Let's go now!" Zhang Jingqing said.

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback, and looked at the time of the invitation: "Master, there are still about ten days before the birthday of the old man of the Lu family. Is it too early for us to leave now?"

Although Longhushan is in Jiangxi, and Lu's family is in Jiangnan, there are more than a thousand kilometers between them. It is the early years of the Republic of China, and the transportation is inconvenient. If it is an ordinary person, it will only take a few months.

However, Tianshi Mansion is one of the three sects of Taoist talismans, proficient in one talisman, and has always had no shortage of means to travel.

Not to mention other advanced methods, just the basic talisman - the god-shaped armored horse is pasted on the leg, and it can travel thousands of miles a day with ease.

More than a thousand kilometers, even if you run with your legs, it takes only a day or two.

"not early!"

Zhang Jingqing said: "Didn't you need to travel in the realm of the ape of the mind? How can you achieve the effect of traveling when you are on your way? You and I will complete the journey in the way of ordinary people!"

"Master's advice!" Zhang Zhiwei hastily let out a rainbow fart!

"Heh!" Zhang Jingqing smiled lightly, "If only you wanted to be so vigilant in front of others!"

Zhang Zhiwei was silent suddenly, someone else? Others are only worthy of smelling his farts, but no rainbows.

Afterwards, Tianshi Zhang Jingqing explained the precautions, packed his bags, and set off with Zhang Zhiwei.

After getting off Longhu Mountain, looking at the luxuriant official road, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Jingqing. There is no navigation in this day and age, so he really doesn't know the way.

I saw Zhang Jingqing took out two pieces of talisman paper, and swiped a few times with his fingers in the air.

As soon as he threw his hand, the two talisman papers rose in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two snow-white, tall horses with incomparably handsome appearance.

Zhang Zhiwei was dumbfounded: "This is..."

Didn't you agree to use the way of ordinary people?

Zhang Jingqing glanced at Zhang Zhiwei: "It's a long way to go to Jiangnan. Even ordinary people would choose to travel on horseback. The foot strength of these two talisman horses is comparable to that of ordinary horses. Is there a problem?"

It is said to be traveling, but Zhang Jingqing, the celestial master, is naturally not a pedantic person. If he really did not use spells or external forces, and walked to the south of the Yangtze River with his legs, he would definitely not be able to keep up with the birthday banquet, but the New Year's Eve dinner is possible.

"Good regards, Master!"

Zhang Zhiwei naturally has no objection, who wants to walk if he can ride a horse?

Zhang Jingqing got on the horse and said, "Zhiwei, remember, when you go out, you must know how to be flexible, and you must not be rigid!"

Zhang Zhiwei also mounted his horse: "Master has great wisdom!"

The corner of Zhang Jingqing's mouth twitched, intending to scold an evil animal, but in the end he didn't scold, just "folded" and galloped out.

Zhang Zhiwei followed immediately.

The two walked south along the official road.

The official road of the Republic of China cannot be compared with the high-speed and national roads of later generations. It is just a dilapidated dirt road. In some places, it cannot even be counted as a road.

But right now this section of the road is close to Longhu Mountain, which is full of incense, and it is still smooth.

The two rode wildly for half a day, far away from the boundary of Longhu Mountain.

In front of a hillside, Zhang Jingqing suddenly reined in his horse and stopped.

Zhang Zhiwei also stopped, looking at the master puzzled.

I saw Zhang Jingqing's face sank like water, and said in a deep voice: "In the prosperous age, Daomen hides in the mountain. When the calamity occurs, the old gentleman carries his sword to save the vicissitudes of life! Zhiwei, you should remember that we cultivators must have righteousness!"

Looking at Zhang Jingqing with a serious face, Zhang Zhiwei didn't play tricks, thinking about why the master suddenly said this.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sound came.

"Um?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked into the distance, is this a gunshot? There is a situation in the distance...

"Master, let me go and see what happened?"

Zhang Zhiwei steered his horse to a high place, held his breath, and under the blessing of the powerful qi in his body, his eyesight and hearing reached a level that ordinary people could hardly match.

Those hard-to-hear breathing sounds, footsteps, and conversations in the distance... came into the ears clearly.

In an instant, he roughly understood the cause and effect of the matter.

"Since I saw him, it's him, you guys are out of luck!"

After determining the location of the incident, Zhang Zhiwei's heart moved, and the tall horse under him stepped on the hooves and jumped several meters away.

"Master, I'm going to get rid of them!"

From far away, Zhang Jingqing's voice came: "It must be cleaned up!"

"I do things, don't worry!"

...

at the same time.

Not far away, the official road was stained red with blood.

In the pool of blood, several broken carriages turned sideways.

All around the carriage were bloody corpses.

Several horse thieves were using weapons to rummage through the corpses lying on the ground. Some of them were disheveled and horrific. They thought they had suffered inhuman torture before they died.

These are several carriages carrying passengers. In the carriages are students who are determined to save the country, merchants who passed by, and craftsmen who parade the streets.

But unfortunately, they were targeted by a group of fleeing bandits.

Now in this world, warlords separatist regimes, wars and horses are everywhere, bandits don't talk about martial arts anymore, and they start a one-shot business, charging tolls doesn't count, and they have to kill everyone.

The leading ferocious bandit was playing with a stack of ocean in his hands, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You still want to buy your life?! It's just such a little thing, who can buy it?! What a bunch of beggars!"

"Boss, it's almost time, let's go, I heard that not far from here, there is a fake foreign devil who returned from abroad, spent money to recruit some people, and even became a warlord. Guns, we can't afford to mess with them, they will break if we touch them."

"Fuck, this is a warlord, that is also a warlord, these bastards are more ruthless than us, and after decades of local tax collection, they have robbed me of my business."

The bandit leader cursed.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes sounded.

"Business is coming, copy the guy!"

When the bandit leader gave an order, the bandits immediately turned around, raising their shotguns, ready to go.

As the sound of horseshoes got closer and closer, at the corner of the official road ahead, a magnificent white horse jumped out "suddenly".

On the back of a white horse, rode a tall Taoist priest with unruly eyes.

The sound is far less profound than the picture. Seeing the tragedy in front of him, Zhang Zhiwei only felt a surge of blood rushing straight to the top of his head, and he also understood why the master's face sank like water all of a sudden.

"Boss, it's a stinky bull nose!"

A bandit yelled loudly.

And the boss of the bandits looked straight at the white horse under the Taoist priest, with greed in his eyes.

Although the color of this horse is a little too white, but its posture is tall and handsome, and it is very valuable at first glance.

"Stop it for me, don't shoot first, so as not to hurt that BMW, that horse has a better nose than that smelly bull..."

The bandit leader was only halfway through his words when a silver dollar came through the air.

There was a "poof".

It was shot from his mouth and pierced through the back of his neck, bringing out a stream of blood, which stained the grass behind him.

The bandit leader stared angrily, knelt down on the ground, covered his mouth tightly with his hands, and let out a "ho ho ho" panting sound, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing down. Looking at that appearance, it seemed that he would not survive.