Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 95 Ambush and Murder

Jianzhou.

The mountains roared, whipping up the grass and trees, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard. More than fifty riders appeared in the forest and mountains with a chilling aura as they descended the Chongyang official road.

The stream reflects the green bamboo and wildflowers on both banks, creating a shimmering effect.

Fishing songs on boats.

Looking around, one can see the charm of central Fujian everywhere.

However, the leader didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The man on the left, wearing a blue long robe, was in his thirties, with a dark complexion, tall stature, and two yellowish mustaches on his upper lip.

It was Qu Jiafeng, the foremost figure in the inner sect of Penglai.

Of course, if Yan Xi were alive, he wouldn't be worthy of the title of number one.

The young man on the right, about twenty years old, had an iron flute tied around his waist that was exactly the same as Yan Xi's, only slightly different in length and size.

However, it was Yin Subai, the newly accepted personal disciple of the sect leader Ling Xuzi.

After Yan Xi passed away, Yin Subai was carried from the inner sect to the position of personal disciple of the sect leader. He was riding high, but at this moment, his brows were furrowed.

Upon closer inspection, fresh bloodstains were visible on the blade of the sword on Qu Jiafeng's back.

As a prominent disciple of the Penglai Sect's inner circle, who in the ordinary martial arts world would dare to provoke him?

however.

Recently, however, they have been targeted by someone.

Just after passing Songxi, they were attacked at night. After passing Zhanglin, they discovered spies from an unknown force. The two killed seven people and captured one survivor.

The man was exceptionally fierce and committed suicide by taking poison.

"They weren't the group that ambushed my martial uncle. Judging from their martial arts style, they seem to be from the Zoroastrian sect."

The two rode side by side at a slow pace. Yin Subai's lips twitched: "Strange, why would the Zoroastrian Church be targeting us?"

Qu Jiafeng also shook his head with a sullen face: "I only heard that the Beggars' Sect's Quanzhou branch had a fierce battle with them a while ago. Could it be that they think we're the Beggars' Sect's accomplices?"

"The Zoroastrian religion is based in the Jiangnan region, and its distribution in other areas is not widespread."

"They probably don't have many followers in the Fujian area. If it weren't for a large number of people coming, no matter how many came, it wouldn't be enough for us to kill."

"Senior brother, we don't need to make enemies with the Zoroastrianism!"

Qu Jiafeng suddenly laughed heartily: "They rushed up and attacked. What can those Zoroastrian heretics do if they want to seek their own death? We can't just stand there and wait to die, can we?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the others.

The fifty-odd riders who followed were all disciples of the sect, but the majority were from the outer sect.

The martial arts world on Fujian Road was far less complex than in the Central Plains and Jiangnan regions. Only the Beggars' Sect and the Shaolin Temple's branch could catch Penglai's eye.

Shaolin owns its own land, its incense is thriving, and it practices vegetarianism and chants scriptures.

The Beggars' Guild survives by begging and offering alms, as well as by accepting intelligence.

As long as you don't overlap with the two companies' businesses, there are plenty of business opportunities on Fujian Road.

Therefore.

The sect leader, Ling Xuzi, intends to support some gangs in Fujian Road in order to enhance Penglai's prestige and influence in the martial arts world.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

However, some time ago, Uncle Guiyunzi was ambushed by a group of evil outlaws and nearly lost his life.

This not only greatly damaged Penglai's reputation, but also caused many local gangs that had agreed to cooperate to suddenly become hesitant.

The sect leader was furious.

Otherwise, there would have been no need to send people to Quanzhou to bolster Uncle Du's prestige.

"Brother Qu, Brother Yin, this place is located in the foothills of Jiufeng Mountain and Wuyi Mountain. If we follow this road, we will reach Nan Jian Prefecture in two days, which is less than two hundred miles. At that time, we can switch from land to water."

A disciple familiar with the route was providing guidance.

Since they were being harassed by the Zoroastrians, the two leaders from Penglai decided to take a waterway directly to Quanzhou.

at this time.

Twenty miles from the Penglai army, at the foot of Fuchuan Mountain, there is a roadside inn located on the side of the official road.

Inside the shop, everyone—from the shopkeeper and waiters to a group of traveling merchants and peddlers, including passersby—had cold, menacing gazes.

"Master, the people from Penglai should arrive here before dusk."

The speaker was a burly man with a fierce face, who deliberately lowered his voice.

"Go, bring everyone back. Don't alert the enemy."

"Get all the equipment ready. First, administer sleeping pills. If they don't stop to rest, then feed them hidden weapons."

"May the incense master find peace of mind."

A tall, thin man chimed in, a fawning smile plastered on his face: "Bullshit Penglai!"

"We've blocked all the way ahead. There's a cliff to the east and a dense forest to the west, where we've already buried oil and tripwires. They have no way to escape."

"Don't be careless."

The man in black glanced around and said, "Qu Jiafeng is a disciple of Juechenzi. His Shadowless Eight Styles and Yin Subai's Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle are both famous skills in Penglai. It would be best if we could lose fewer brothers."

He paused, then said, "The Wheel Master has ordered that none of the men who attacked and killed Master Jiang in Penglai should be left alive."

"As for Turin—"

A ruthless smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Once we deal with the reinforcements from Penglai, and the other brothers from Fujian arrive, with the Wheel Master in charge, it's time to let them know the consequences of angering the Holy Church."

If this were within Shandong province, ambushing Penglai would naturally be difficult.

But once they arrived in Fujian, the signs of the Penglai people were not even as bright as those of the Zoroastrians, so taking them down wouldn't be too difficult.

and...

The man in black then peered into the back room of the roadside shop at the old man who was drinking tea with his back to them.

With Mr. Zhen around, even if there's a speck of dust, it won't matter, let alone just two juniors.

"Go, disperse everyone. If anyone slips up, I'll skin them alive!"

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Shen Shi (3-5 PM).

The faint sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the official road, growing louder as it approached, accompanied by the rustling of the wind through the trees.

"Clatter clatter..."

More than fifty riders from the Penglai Sect came from the north, each carrying a sword and a saber, their imposing presence striking.

"Yuyuyu~~"

In front of the roadside inn, the group stopped their horses, which were a little tired. They saw boiling water in a teapot under the thatched shed of the inn, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

Then I looked inside and saw seven or eight passersby, making tea and eating snacks.

Everyone immediately started drooling, their tongues swirling up and down, feeling extremely thirsty and hungry.

There were many pedestrians and vendors on Yedian Road.

People come and go, and naturally they also want to rest for a while.

Qu Jiafeng and his party had been watched in Songxi earlier, so they naturally acted with caution.

However, Zoroastrian followers come from all walks of life, and since Kumu Lun developed in Fujian earlier than Penglai, there is no shortage of local followers.

The traveling merchants, speaking a few words of the local Minzhong dialect, naturally made it difficult for the Penglai group to distinguish between the genuine and fake.

At first glance, Penglai and his group did not notice anything amiss.

More and more people are dismounting.

It filled the entire shop, inside and out.

The shopkeeper was busy serving us, pouring tea and serving dishes with practiced ease, clearly someone who had been in the tea and snack business for many years.

This gradually made the people of Penglai lower their guard.

Some people couldn't wait and started drinking tea from their own bowls.

Qu Jiafeng and Yin Subai were both fond of horses, and although their two mounts were not considered famous steeds, they were not ordinary either.

Therefore, instead of drinking tea immediately, they found a wooden bucket and drew water to feed the horses.

At this moment, a disciple carried two bowls of hot tea out of the shop.

"Brother Qu, Brother Yin, the tea at the shop is warm and refreshing, please try it!"

Qu Jiafeng extended his thick palm and accepted the teacup handed to him by his junior brother.

He was about to drink it.

Suddenly, a series of muffled thuds were heard. When I turned around, I saw...

Many of the junior disciples swayed and collapsed to the ground, their teacups shattered, and scalding tea spilled all over the floor.

The two men's expressions immediately changed.

"Oh no! It's a sleeping potion!"

The few disciples who hadn't drunk any tea immediately became alert, and many of them spat out the tea without hesitation.

Qu Jiafeng and Yin Baisu started their actions almost simultaneously; one drew his sword, and the other played his flute!

The waiter at the door had barely shown his menacing glint when he was killed by the sword and flute in the blink of an eye!

"Take them down!"

In an instant, all the Zoroastrians inside and outside the shop attacked.

Hidden weapons and lime were scattered everywhere.

The sounds of fighting and killing were incessant.

Yin Su wielded his white iron flute with incredible speed, the flute carrying a sharp, swift wind that targeted the opponent's wrists and throat.

Qu Jiafeng drew his longsword, its light as white as snow, and his Shadowless Eight Styles never missed a vital point.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight followers perished under the sword and flute.

The two stood back to back, their swords flashing and flutes jingling.

And at this time.

An old man, who was drinking tea with his back to the crowd, slowly walked out of the inn's inner room, the curtain being lifted by a large, withered hand.

"Mr. Zhen!" The black-clad incense master bowed deeply upon seeing the old man, his tone full of reverence.

"The swordsmanship and flute playing of Penglai have some merit, but unfortunately, they lack refinement."

Before he finished speaking, he lunged straight at the two men's faces.