Ning Zong shook his head. He didn't dare to puff himself up at his own cost. More than a hundred of his soldiers had died and all his belongings were there. He had to hurry back to remedy the situation. Since Sir Huang was safe for the time being, Ning Zong wasn't so chivalrous that he didn't care about the survival of his family. Ning Zong didn't hide it and said directly, "Qinhu, I can't go to Shangyin Academy with such a big thing happening."
Xu Zhan said in a low voice, "Uncle Ning, don't worry. I'll do my best to protect Sir Huang with Qinhu."
Ning Zong was relieved and patted Xu Zhan's shoulder.
Hu Chunya said excitedly, "Sister Zhou, Young Master Xu, you can come to my house."
Ning Zong smiled. The reason why he had brought this girl along this time was partly because she had insisted on joining them, and partly because Ning Zong had a plan in mind. Hu Chunya was the only daughter of the Caishi Mountain's master. The Caishi Mountain had a high prestige in the Lianhuai region, and was second to none in the Jiujiang region. Zhao Hongdan of the Caishi Mountain wielded the Drunken Sword, and when she sparred with others, she liked to drink. The more intoxicated she was, the better her swordsmanship would be, and it was rare for her to meet a worthy opponent. She had the strength of Level Three, which was equivalent to one of the six assistant ministers in Jianghu. Hu Chunya didn't follow Zhao Hongdan's surname because the real master of the Caishi Mountain was Zhao Hongdan's wife, Hu Jingxia. She was a famous tigress. Hu Chunya's grandfather was an elder of the Southern Tang Dynasty who had retired from Jiujiang. During the Spring and Autumn War, he had led thousands of soldiers. He was ruthless and killed people like flies. Zhao Hongdan was considered to have married into the Hu family of the Caishi Mountain.
After hastily burying the old servant who had served Sir Huang for many years, Ning Zong cupped his hands and bid farewell to everyone at the bottom of the Dragon Tail Slope. He rode straight to the south while Duan Chun 'an rode to the north to report. Previously, Yuan Zuozong deliberately left a few war horses behind and did not send them to the King of Hell's palace. Now, they came in handy. Xu Zhan, Zhou Qinghu, Hu Chunya, and Hsu Fengnian, Great Ancestor Gu, Yuan Zuozong, rode two carriages. Huang Chang and the young man, Li Huai 'er, rode in the same carriage. Lu Song was the coachman of this carriage, while the kamikaze warrior, Wu, drove the other carriage. Wang Lin was unwilling to sit in the carriage, so he sat behind the young man and muttered, saying that the woman surnamed Zhou's buttocks were like the full moon, and her eyebrows were raised. Not only was she good at giving birth, but she was also a seductive beauty. After he brought her into his family, she would definitely give birth to a large nest of babies. Ever since Wu left the Shenwu City, he had been arguing with Wang Lin. Now that they were talking about a woman's figure, they were on the same side for the first time. This was how children were. They were the most unwilling to show weakness on this topic. They were afraid that they would be treated as a fledgling who had never tasted meat.
They had just left the Dragon Tail Slope and had not yet turned into the courier road when a group of people blocked their way. There were about twenty of them, and their momentum was very domineering. These twenty riders were wearing a variety of clothes. There was an enchanting woman wearing a colorful thin gown in the winter, and a handsome and delicate young man nestled in her arms. There was a boorish man who was bare-chested and had a live snake as his belt. There was an old man in brocade who was dozing off. His head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice. There was a handsome young man who was holding a folding fan and wearing a fox fur coat. There was an iron tower giant who was ten feet tall and held a copper ball in his hand. There was also a dwarf who was jumping around. He was standing on a tall horse that did not match his body size. His big robe was almost dragging on the ground. He was so bizarre that people would think that they had fallen into the ghost city of Fengdu. Hu Chunya looked on with a sluggish expression. This time he really hit the nail on the head. He had seen a ghost during the day. Xu Zhan and Zhou Qinghu's gazes met, and they both saw a trace of horror in each other's eyes. Although the twenty riders were blocking the path, their positions were very clear. The two of them recognized the rider at the back, a bald man with a scarred head like a monk. However, he was wearing a rare Taoist robe that was neither from Mount Longhu nor Mount Wudang. On his shoulder stood a gorgeous parrot. This person could be considered the number one great calamity in the Jianghu of the Two Rivers. He killed people as he pleased. Even Master Liang had suffered a great loss under his hands. At that time, Caoshi Mountain was angry that a woman in the volcano had been humiliated to death by him. They did not hesitate to mobilize all of their forces, mobilizing a hundred light cavalry servants.
However, even Zhou Bao and Zhou Qinghu were unable to do anything about it. Even Zhou Qinghu and Zhou Qinghu were unable to do anything about it. However, this kind of troublesome devil was only stopped at the back of the twenty riders. Everywhere in the Jianghu, one's seniority was determined by how much strength one possessed. If one's strength was not up to par, one would have to obediently sit on the side.
However, they were unable to succeed. The leader of the twenty riders kept a distance behind them. He was a sturdy man with an ordinary appearance. Whether it was his appearance or adornment, he was not eye-catching. Behind him, a coquettish woman in a colorful thin dress clicked her tongue and pretended to be surprised. "Ghosts wailed and wolves howled at the Dragon Tail Slope, and more than a hundred bowls of Meng Po's Soup were handed out on the Bridge of Helplessness. This young master's skills are not inferior to our Devil Sect."
Hsu Fengnian frowned. "Devil Sect?" Sixty years ago, the Great Immortal Qi Xuanzhen had single-handedly wiped out six Devil Sect Celestial Demons on the Devil Slaying Platform. It was earth-shattering. Since then, the Devil Sect, which was at its peak, had been unable to recover. Like a rat crossing the street, they only dared to act sneakily. How did they manage to gather such a large group of disciples and disciples today? Could it be that they were trying to recruit him into the Devil Sect?
Could it be that after hearing that Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Qi Xuanzhen, had committed suicide, these guys really thought that it was time for them to make a comeback?
Hsu Fengnian gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse's hooves were light. He asked with a smile, "What? You want me to be the leader of your Devil Sect? You have good taste! "
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