Chapter 8: Wuwei Dart Bureau

Mr. Shen's full name is Shen Xuerong. Shen, Murong Chong's mother, had expected the attitude of King Ning after his death, so he found his uncle Shen Xuerong and asked him to take care of his son.

Three years ago, Shen Xuerong came to Jinling with Murong and took care of him secretly. On that day, he was swept into his shoulder by the underworld thunder sword and fell into the moat. He did not escape immediately. Instead, he sank to the bottom of the river with the tortoise and escaped a disaster, but the yin thunder entered the body and his vitality was cut off. Fortunately, what he practiced was pure yang and true qi, and he had a The determined restraint did not die immediately, but the martial arts that also greatly damaged the whole body.

At that time, when he heard the news of the assassination of the Zhou Emperor, he already knew that it was done by Wu Yixue and a group of people. He was afraid that it would involve Murong Chong, so he ignored the injury. Johnson suppressed the chaotic true qi in his body and went to the north of the city to look for him, but he met the imperial city guard who came to search. Knowing that Murong Chong had left Jinling, he rushed there in a hurry. With special The tracking technique found the broken temple.

At a time when Murong Chong was chased and killed by Liu Futong, he used his true spirit to scare off the other party, but the injury was aggravated by one point and he was no longer able to kill the enemy.

At this time, Murong Chong looked gloomy. He pointed casually and clicked on his sleeping hole to let him sleep. He also closed his eyes and adjusted his true breath.

The next day, it was just dawn. In the east of Jinling City, on the official road of Pinghu County, a carriage was heading eastward without hurry. There were two people in the car, an old man and a young man. It was Mr. Shen and Murong Chong. Mr. Shen suggested that it was better to leave Dazhou first and return to the grassland before making plans.

Murong Chong's experience in the world is still too shallow. On that day, he went straight to the north from Jinling and went to the Yunhu grassland. It was completely sent to the door to be blocked. However, Mr. Shen walked for 30 miles north, turned east, passed through the three counties of Pinghu, Wutai and Hualing, and then entered the Yunhu grassland. Although the detour is far, there is no need to worry about what it is. Obstruction.

Sure enough, there was no trouble along the way. Mr. Shen is also an old man. Although he has been retired for several years, his experience is still there. He is also very familiar with the roads in Dazhou, and nothing has happened.

Life is relatively plain, but he keeps on his way. Three years of proton life has made Murong Chong's skin paler, but in the past few days, he has become a little black and thin, but his body is stronger. Along the way, Murong rushed to Mr. Shen for a lot of martial arts problems. Mr. Shen did not hide his selfishness and taught him everything. How profound martial arts experience is, but in a few days, many places that they could not understand suddenly became open, and his vitality cultivation has greatly advanced. In less than two months, his vitality has been cultivated to great perfection, and there is a faint true spirit. Signs of transformation.

But Mr. Shen's face is getting worse and worse, and his vitality is gradually lost. Pure Yang Zhenqi is gradually unable to restrain the yin qi in his body. Not to mention martial arts with people, even standing for a long time is still wheezing.

It's strange to say that the two walked all the way. They didn't hear that Emperor Zhou was furious and sent troops to Nanyan. It seemed that they had put up with the assassination, and did not send sea arrest documents to various states and counties to hunt him, a defected proton, and even other protons in Jinling City were not blamed. Everything was as usual.

But if something goes wrong, there must be something strange. How can Emperor Zhou endure the assassination of the king and the dignity of a country?

The two did not dare to be careless at all. They spent the night and walked through the two counties of Pinghu and Wutai. On this day, under a continuous mountain, there was only one canyon under the mountain to pass. After the canyon, there was Hualing County, which intersects the Yunhu grassland.

I heard from the nearby road population that this mountain is Bayue Mountain. The canyon is called Wolf Valley. There are often beasts, and there are more thieves rampant nearby. It is a dangerous place.

But this road is the only way from Wutai to Hualing County. Some small businessmen and travelers will rely on large caravans to ensure safety.

There is an inn 20 miles away from the Wild Wolf Valley for some businessmen to rest and team up. Murong Chongping had no experience in walking in the world, and the yin in Mr. Shen's body was getting heavier and heavier. He couldn't even get out of the car, so he didn't dare to ask him to walk alone. He also came to this inn, hoping to find a larger caravan to cross the valley.

It's winter, and the cold wind on the mountain pass is piercing, blowing on the body like a knife. There are more than ten people in the inn, surrounded by the stove to keep out the cold. After Murong Chong settled down with Mr. Shen, he also found a corner to sit down, asked for a pot of wine, and looked at the people around him.

There are seven or eight people who are like a group, most of whom are burly and strong, with a dusty face. They should be a caravan that has been walking outside for a long time. The rest of the people should be a family, men and women, old and young, and two people are obviously guards, with flashing eyes. They should be two masters.

When he looked around, everyone was also looking at him. A teenager, with a sick old man, went out for a long trip. Although his clothes were a little worn, he could still show the temperament of a large family.

Although everyone was a little confused, they didn't come forward to ask anything. When you go out, it's better to do more than to do less.

Murong Chong calculated for a while. When he was about to ask if the caravan could go with him, another group of people came into the inn.

Walking in front of him was a big man, wearing a white cloak, wearing a leather hat and a big knife around his waist, he shouted at the second child:

"Ten jars of soju, 50 catties of beef, get ready quickly!"

"It turned out to be the old man of the mighty darts bureau. Ladies, please wait a minute and come right away." Xiao Er hurriedly answered.

Murong Chong's eyes lit up. He also heard the name of the powerful bodyguard bureau when he was in Jinling. It was a large bodyguard bureau in the Zhou Dynasty. The number is all over the Central Plains. He has a good reputation, especially with deep friendship with black and white in various places.

The head of the dart bureau is surnamed Liu. He raised the golden knife Liu Xiong in the Central Plains. Everyone will extend their thumbs and say, "A good man who is urgent and righteous." Although he doesn't know his martial arts cultivation, the name of a man and the shadow of the tree must not be weak.

There is a saying that the dart does not drink alcohol, and the dart master immediately bought ten jars of soju, which should have been sent to the dart and received the dart silver and was waiting to return home.

I had a plan in my heart. When Xiao Er sent wine, meat and food, Murong Chong also came to the outside of the inn. There were about 20 people in the darts team, eight darts masters, and the rest were footers.

One of them is in his thirties, tall and majestic, full of righteousness, like a dart head.

Murong rushed forward and said, "Brother Darthead, I was in trouble at home. I went back to Hualing with my grandfather and went to my relatives. The mountain road was dangerous. I hope to set up a partner to avoid thieves."

Murong is surnamed Hu. As soon as he heard it, he knew that he was a person outside the customs, so he used his mother's surname, which was commensurate with Master Shen's grandson. Fortunately, Murong Chong lived in Jinling for three years, and his accent would not show any flaws.

One of them is young, and the other is even difficult to get up, which will not arouse people's vigilance.

The man's name is Li Feng. He was originally an ordinary dart master of the powerful dart bureau. Although Murong Chong was a little worn, he was not a small family's coarse clothes, and he was kind-looking and did not look like a villain. In particular, a "dart head" made him very happy.

But the leader of the team can't decide by himself. He pointed to a black-faced man behind him and said, "This little brother, look carefully. This is the dart head of our dart bureau, Liu Kun and Liu Ye."

He turned his head and said to Mr. Liu, "Liu, but the little brother wants us to go for a while."

Although Liu Kun also knew that there were often single pedestrians outside the Wild Wolf Valley who turned to the big caravan, he was still a little hesitant and did not answer.

Li Feng said again, "Anyway, I will arrive at Hualing soon. What else is there to worry about? Just let this little brother and grandson follow the dart team."

Li Feng is very popular. After he had pleaded for mercy, Liu Kun refused. He said to Shen Ping, "You just follow the team and don't get into the darts team."

Murong Chong agreed.

Towards noon, the dart team took a break and slowly headed for the Wolf Valley. If it goes well, it is expected to cross the valley before dark and enter the next village.

Murong rushed to the carriage and followed the dart team more than ten feet away. He looked around. The wolf valley was worthy of danger. The valleys on both sides were full of rocks, and there was only one path for passage. It can be said that it was very quiet around. Occasionally, the sound of birds and beasts came from afar.

The people of the dart team did not dare to speak loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something. After entering the valley, they just rushed on their way in a muffled voice, hoping to cross the valley early.

Wolf Valley has walked more than halfway. Suddenly, the motorcade stopped. Murong rushed forward and saw three people in black riding in front of the convoy, and Liu Kun was already in front of the horse.

He shouted, "I don't know which way, please borrow a way."

"Give over the package that Wang Zhongping gave you, and I'll let you leave alive." A man in black took a step forward and said gloomily, seemingly a leader.

Liu Kun's heart tightened and forced a smile, "My friend is joking. We have handed over the darts in Wutai. This trip is just a return home."

"Oh? "Don't admit it." The man in black sneered and stared at Liu Kun: "It's okay not to admit it."

"Let's do it." The man in black drank violently.

With a few shouts, more than a dozen people were suddenly killed in the rocks on both sides.

The establishment of Weinan Lake by the mighty darts bureau is not a false reputation. The seven darts masters except Liu Kun immediately drew knives in their hands and protected both sides of the convoy, which was murderous for a while.

Liu Kun is also an old man. Seeing that the other party killed and made a decision, he did not agree, so he immediately took action. He knew that today was difficult. The other party had made a decision and concluded that the goods were in the dart team and could not fall into the name of the mighty dart bureau, but only use force to solve it.

There were many people on the other side, and the man in black seemed to be the leader. At present, he didn't talk much nonsense. He took out three flying knives from his waist, hit them in three directions, jumped up to the horse, pulled out the knife in his hand, and rushed straight up with the flying knife.

The man in black snorted coldly, brushed his left sleeve, knocked down three flying knives, waved his right hand, and the two behind him immediately flew forward, and a white light flew out of each sleeve. Two snow-white swords, one took Liu Kun's throat, and the other took his ** mount.

Liu Kun's heart was chilled, and the other party's two skills were not under him. He hurriedly flew behind him and dodged a sword in his throat, but the horse under him was not so lucky and was split in half.

The two of them fell to the ground, and their swords were staggered and coordinated in an orderly manner. In a trance, they seemed to have become dozens of swords, stabbing Liu Kun in unison.