The young man didn't know who Xuanxiu was, and Qin Wu didn't tell him either. He only overheard Qin Wu talking to one of his senior brothers.
Fortunately, he was smart. He looked around and saw Zhang Yu on a horse. His eyes lit up.
In fact, the only ones who could ride horses were the attendants and helpers of the yamen. Zhang Yu was wearing a cloak, and his face couldn't be seen. However, he was tall and straight, and he held a sword in his hand. He fit the image of an expert in his mind. Thus, he pointed and said, "Look, isn't that …"
The young girl looked over and found that this person was different. Although she was curious, she immediately looked away after a glance.
She knew that people like her master, Qin Wu, were very sensitive to other people's gazes, let alone Xuanxiu. However, she still couldn't see how this Xuanxiu was different from ordinary people.
As a young swordsman, she yearned to become a legendary cultivator. However, if she couldn't enter Taiyang Academy, she wouldn't be able to enter Xuanfu.
She secretly hoped that there would be assassins on this journey. Then, not only would she be able to show off her skills, but she would also be able to see the legendary Xuanxiu's various miraculous performances.
Although Zhang Yu was sitting on a horse, he knew the situation around him like the back of his hand. He heard the conversation between the young man and woman clearly.
However, it was normal for ordinary people to be curious about Xuanxiu. If he responded, it would cause more trouble. Thus, there was no need to pay attention to them.
As for his identity, he believed that the assassins had already figured it out. Thus, these assassins would either not come today or come prepared to deal with Xuanxiu.
As the carriages moved forward, the sky became brighter. The strong fragrance of flowers wafted over from the city streets. More and more people walked out from both sides of the road to look at the procession of carriages.
Fortunately, the people of Auspicious Light were already used to announcements. Thus, they just watched for fun and discussed which official was on the journey today and what his background was. There was no excessive action or noise.
On the other hand, the young swordsmen walking in the team were slightly uncomfortable. Usually, they would hide in the back. Now that they were surrounded and pointed at by the crowd, it was inevitable that they would feel a little stiff and unnatural. They could only look straight ahead and walk forward.
Zhang Yu could sense one or two malicious and cold gazes among the spectators. They were particularly prominent among the crowd of ordinary people. It was very likely that they were sent by the assassins to investigate.
However, in order to avoid alarming this person, he didn't turn around to look.
Qin Wu looked around vigilantly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those suspicious people from time to time.
After the caravan had traveled for about half of the summer, the city gate was already in sight. It looked like they would be able to leave the city after turning another street. After that, they would be able to reach Wen Qi Plaza after walking along the straight path for a while.
Along the way, they didn't encounter any abnormal situations.
Qin Wu was already thinking, would the assassin's assassination attempt be on the way back?
That was also possible. Because the preaching lasted for more than half a day, the guards' physical and mental strength would be exhausted after a long period of defense, and it would be easier for them to relax and slack off on the way back.
However, his judgment was clearly a little off this time. Just as the caravan was about to leave the city after passing the last intersection, his sharp eyes caught a glimmer of metal reflection. He immediately realized that there was a problem and immediately warned, "Be careful in front!"
With a short sound of a copper horn, the entire caravan immediately stopped. Some people came out from the team and tried to search ahead.
As if seeing that they had already noticed, a dozen people stood up from the opposite ridge in a hurry. All of them drew the bows in their hands and shot down with a whoosh.
The people who were scouting ahead immediately dove into the houses to hide, while the guards in the team raised their shields to block. Because of the distance, when the arrows fell, most of them weren't as powerful.
In the houses on both sides of the road, a few crossbows quietly stretched out, trying to shoot at the team. Their main purpose wasn't to injure people, but to cause chaos.
But at this time, a few archers among the guards stood out to fight back. Everyone's movements seemed unhurried, and their arrows were all sure to hit.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the crossbowmen were shot dead one by one. Then, two groups of people separately broke into the houses to search for the remaining assassins.
Then, these archers turned to the front and retaliated under the cover of their shields.
In comparison, even though the archers on the roof had the advantage in numbers, the difference in strength was too great. They were immediately suppressed and forced to lower their bodies. However, this was of no use. The guard archers immediately fired and nailed the assassins one by one to the roof.
In front of them, at a corner where they couldn't see, underground covers were opened one by one. Then, groups of people came out, each of them holding a musket in their hands.
The leader was a lean young man. He shouted, "Let's end this quickly. Once the musket fires, the yamen and the guards will definitely hear it. It won't be long before they come to help."
He led the team out of the street very quickly. When they came to the front, he arranged people in a row and then raised the muzzles. But before they could pull the trigger, a row of musketeers stood out from behind the shield-bearers and fired first.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under such close range shooting, the assassins were immediately blasted to pieces. Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The lean young man was shocked and angry. While the musketeers were still changing their guns, he pulled out two swords and personally led the remaining dozen people to charge forward.
The musketeers saw that the situation was not good and could only retreat first. The shields in front of the carriage were raised again, covering them as they retreated.
But one of the musketeers seemed to be nervous and didn't stop until he was near the carriage.
Qin Wu, who was standing there holding his sword, opened his eyes and suddenly pulled out his sword. With a swoosh, he cut off the musketeer's head and then kicked it away.
The guards on both sides were confused and turned their swords and spears to point at him.
Qin Wu said coldly, "This is a traitor. He has a bag of medicine on him."
A guard captain glanced at him and went to search. Sure enough, a loose bag of medicine was found in the musketeer's clothes. It was obviously a kind of paralyzing powder. If it was spread in the crowd, not only would everyone lose their ability to fight, but it would also cause chaos.
The guard captain raised his head and looked at Qin Wu with admiration. He said, "Good eyesight!"
Qin Wu held his sword and didn't say anything.
And his swordsman apprentices all puffed out their chests and raised their heads, feeling proud.
The young man who led the charge cursed in his heart. He had missed the best opportunity this time, but if he retreated now, he would definitely be shot to death by those archers and handgunners. At this time, he could only brace himself and charge forward.
Thus, he shouted loudly and led the remaining seven or eight people to charge towards the heavily guarded guards.
Near the square, debris fell from the top. The man with the slanted eyebrows hugged his sword and looked up. He said, "It has begun."
Everyone was looking up and listening attentively to the movements above.
According to the previous arrangement, they were the second batch to attack. When the people outside attracted the attention of the guards, they would rush out and be the last and sharpest attack.
At this time, a strong old man with white hair and a beard stood up. He listened and shouted, "It's about time. Take the medicine!"
As soon as this sentence was said, everyone took out a small glass bottle from their bodies. After unscrewing the cap, they poured the medicine inside into their mouths.
This was a medicine that stimulated the energy. Even a weak person could explode with strength and speed far beyond that of an ordinary person for a short time after taking it.
Because a certain spiritual creature's gland was added in and it was blessed by the gods, there was a very small chance of unpredictable mutations.
The old man took the medicine and his eyes instantly turned red. A faint mist also floated around his body. He said, "The most powerful person in Jiang Dingyi is that surnamed Qin and his apprentices. If you encounter them, be careful."
After he finished speaking, he took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his head. Of course, even more people didn't care about this at all because they didn't take their lives seriously since a long time ago. They'd only come here today to vent the anger in their hearts.
Everyone walked along the long passage. When they reached the end, a row of stairs appeared in front of them. The old man was the first to go up. He squeezed through the mud used to cover the top and came to the ground. What appeared in front of him was the inner wall of a spacious house.
The old man shook his body and shook off the mud on his body. When everyone came out, he kicked the wall. With a boom, the wall in front of him that had been tampered with was kicked down.
He pulled out his sword and shouted, "Protest against injustice, demand justice!" He took the lead and rushed out. Everyone behind him also pulled out their swords and shouted the same slogan. They rushed out of the dark house and rushed toward the dazzling light!
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