Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Jiang Ran pondered for a while, then looked at He Lu intently: "Maybe we can find a fast horse?"

The anxious one-armed female warrior who was stamping her feet on the side suddenly turned her head when she heard the words. After confirming that she had heard correctly, she responded as quickly as possible, "I'll go to the nearest escort road to find a caravan to borrow a horse."

After saying this, He Luti jumped up and headed for the business road. He sent back a message from afar, "Master Jiang, please wait a while and will be back soon."

Erya's eyes followed her graceful back closely, her gray little face full of admiration.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?" Jiang Ran's tone was calm, but it seemed to hide a temptation that was hard to ignore.

Erya raised her little face, her eyes sparkling. She was about to say what she wanted to say, but suddenly she saw those eyes that were so deep that it made her frightened. She shrank back a step like a little animal, shaking her head frantically.

"Do not want to."

"I just want to save grandpa," she added quietly.

pity.

Jiang Ran said secretly in his heart.

There were no words for a moment.

After a cup of tea, the sound of galloping horses suddenly came from afar, and two horses, one red and one brown, galloped towards this place.

He Lu was almost sticking to the red horse's back, with her legs tightly wrapped around the horse's belly and her right hand holding the brown horse's reins, forcing her to ride with the red horse.

Dust and smoke rolled up behind her hooves, blocking the path she had come from.

Only when he was close to Jiang Ran did he squeeze the horse's belly and let out a long sigh.

The red horse raised its front hooves as it stopped suddenly, and its body was lifted up. He Lu took advantage of the situation and flipped over to the ground. The brown horse still wanted to run wildly, but it stopped together with the rhythmic floating of the reins in her hands.

She loosened the reins, her hair was disheveled, there were faint red marks on her cheeks, and her breathing was very disordered.

He Lu took a deep breath and adjusted her hair a little, then pointed at the brown horse and said, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

Jiang Ran knew that she had guessed what he was going to do, so he didn't say anything extra.

He reached out and picked up Arya like a chicken and threw her onto the horse's back. As he got on the horse, he said calmly, "Let's go."

The horse raised its front hooves and at the command, it ran like an arrow in the direction that Yan Qiren had left.

The wind was whistling and horses were neighing. Jiang Ran looked at the Yanshan Mountains and seemed to see the spiritual veins of heaven and earth becoming clearer and clearer in his eyes.

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The Yanshan Mountains stretch endlessly, with inexhaustible supplies of medicinal herbs, wild delicacies and wild animals, so there are many trade routes and many people who come to collect herbs or hunt.

Hunters and herbal farmers who make a living from the mountains pose no threat to the golden-eyed leopard, so the Yanshan bandits only take profits and will not kill innocent people at will.

There are also many caravans escorting goods. After all, crossing Yanshan Mountain means they don't have to take a detour and can earn more money. Even if bandits are rampant, when the profits are big enough, this group of people will become fearless.

Not all Yanshan bandits would do such a thing as robbing a convoy. Basically, if the price paid was high, it would not be difficult to get through safely.

Of course, there were also cases where both the people and the goods were swallowed up together. Either the money was too tempting and the profits from robbing the goods were too great, or the women in the caravan were too beautiful and were offered to the Golden-Eyed Biao as his harem.

As for taking blood from babies' hearts, this rumor has only appeared in recent years. Whether it is true or not, no one can say anything definite to confirm it.

After the Yanqi people rode their fast horses into the mountains, they galloped along the road that had been paved by the caravans over the years.

With the Feiyan sword tied behind his back and without his long braids, he looked extremely neat, and with the excitement in his heart, he looked like a heroic hero.

Unfortunately, the horse had not run a few miles before it was hit by a horse spike set by someone, and it stumbled and fell to the ground.

Yan Qiren reacted quickly. When the horse stumbled, he slapped the horse's back to use the force to land on the ground, instead of rolling on the ground.

He looked around with a serious look. Although the trees on both sides were dim, it was daytime and he could see clearly that there were no evil-doers hiding among them. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Qiren was a horse lover. When he saw his mount struggling to stand up and neighing helplessly, his eyes were filled with pity.

"Ma'er Ma'er, don't blame me. Yan has more important things to do."

He searched around for some common herbs, threw them down, and left, suppressing his heartache.

The top of the leafy tree swayed a few times, and someone slid down the trunk, looking at Yan Qiren's back, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"This person's body movements are so amazing, it seems that he has extraordinary martial arts skills."

"Mr. Jin has been looking for an expert recently, trying to extract his blood for training... If I pass on this person's information, I should be able to stay in the Soul-Stirring Cave for a night."

When mentioning the Soul-Stirring Cave, the man's breathing became a little faster.

Yan Qiren certainly didn't know that there were people hiding in the treetops that were too tall to climb and spying on him, but along the way he only encountered a small escort team and didn't even see the shadow of any bandits, which made him feel strange.

In fact, where he could not see, undercurrents had already begun to surge.

"He carried a knife on his back and had no braids."

"The galloping horse uses the force before falling to the ground, and lands without moving at all. His lower body skills are extremely profound."

"His breathing is long and deep, his eyes are shining, and his martial arts skills are definitely not weak..."

As the prefect of Yanshan deliberately kept the bandits, this group of bandits not only had strong skills, but also had amazing discipline, and it seemed as if they had been trained by a special person.

"Give orders to prepare two firearms and find twenty good fighters. Remember not to kill them accidentally. Master Jin still needs to take their blood."

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As they went deeper, the expression on Yan Qiren's face gradually became more solemn.

The Feiyan Sword that was originally carried on his back was now in his hand, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

After walking for a distance, he suddenly stopped and looked up on impulse.

"Who gave you the courage to go to Yanshan alone?"

With a loud and cold roar, several bandits fell from a great height, and more than ten people lifted up the weeds used to cover their bodies and rushed out from the cave.

They are all strong and powerful, and the weapons in their hands are dazzling and of high quality.

One shows that the food supply is sufficient, and the other shows that the channels for obtaining large quantities of high-quality weapons are mastered.

The encirclement formed by more than 20 people closed in an instant, and the sharp edges of long swords were looming, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"You dare to act wildly in Master Jin's territory? Why don't you surrender obediently?"

The sharp words coupled with the long swords stabbing or slashing at him from all directions made Yan Qi's mind completely tense.

If it were him a few days ago, he would at most be able to deal with a few moves and would be hacked to death, and would not even be able to break out.

But things are very different now.

Yan Qiren glanced around with the corner of his eyes, and at the same time he bent down and performed his sword skills with the intention of Fang Hua Zhan. When he landed on the target, the Feiyan Sword spun quickly in a circle, sweeping away many weapons and tearing a hole.

He threw aside his past thoughts of retreating first, and swung his Flying Swallow Sword, taking the opportunity to slash the two men's necks with his backhand.

Before the blood had completely spurted out, it had already knocked away the two lifeless bodies, and the Flying Swallow Sword in his hand blocked the attacks from the side as if it were his arm.

"Don't run!" Seeing this, the bandits showed no fear, but instead their eyes became even more ferocious.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiren took a few steps forward and did not run away as they had expected. Instead, he used his body skills to move to the side and swung his sword again.

This went on for several times, and the remaining bandits were shocked to find that their companions were rapidly dying out. By the time they realized what was happening, they saw bodies lying all over the ground.

"stop!"

Yan Qiren was about to kill them all when he felt a slight pain between his eyebrows. He turned around and looked back, and saw a man holding back his trembling hands and pointing the black muzzle of a matchlock gun at him.

The shadow of his memory about firearms came flooding back like a tide, and he subconsciously wanted to surrender.

The only person left in the field saw the blade suddenly stop, and then observed the situation in the field. He knew that Yan Qiren had been frightened, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three swords, no barrier heart."

The mind is free of obstacles and one can open one’s eyes to see the world, so one has nothing to fear.

Yan Qiren groaned as if an electric shock ran through his body, and the Flying Swallow Knife flew out of his hand, hitting the chest of the gunman, and then pierced through the back and nailed to the tree.

He looked at the firearms that had frightened him as if he were encountering a lion or tiger. The confusion in his eyes disappeared and his heart was filled with light.

"Move forward courageously, with a fearless heart."

"My sword, my way!"