The rain gradually weakened and the sky became dark. The lanterns on the carriage lined up and the torches in Fanzi's hand lined up, and a long dragon hurriedly passed through Yumeng, a small county under the jurisdiction of Suzhou 1 Prefecture. The vast steps slashed through the accumulated water and mud, splashing water.

Bai Ning's carriage and a man with more than 500 people, the Jinyiwei directly opened the closed gate from the dilapidated city gate. When pedestrians or tourists who were still staying on the street saw such a team entering the city, they all gave way to the road with caution or timidity. Bai Ning did not see any scenes that dared to block the road in the TV series.

These people met Cao Shaoqing's cold gaze and quickly turned away, and they didn't dare to look at it. On the Dongjiao Mountain not far from the county town, there was the Jinyan Gate's residence. There were naturally many people from the martial arts world who came to ask for advice. It was not unusual to stay in the city after the night. Bai Ning's voice came from the curtain of the car at this time, and a faint repressed anger was faintly in the cold language: "Where did Lin Chong and the others meet? Where are they now?"

"Report to the Lord, I don't know if Teacher Lin is still there at the Changping Inn in front." Cao Shaoqing rode a horse and glanced at the Jianghu people who might be approaching, and his hands had never left the hilt of the sword.

Bai Ning nodded, "Go and inquire."

A team trotted to the white-backed blue banner with four characters written on Changping Inn. There were already many termite borers on the two door posts outside the simple inn, and some bumpy pits were raised. It was already late outside. In the gate, there were a few oil lamps on it, and inside the gate, there were noisy inside. Four or five tables of people carrying weapons, ordinary people or merchants who were coming and going to rest here and beat the tips, shouting and punching, and a sour smell of sweat mixed with the smell of poor wine. It was a bit uncomfortable for the first time. Seeing Cao Shaoqing coming down from the horse and dozens of Jinyiwei behind him, his eyes were either somewhat afraid or shining with cold malice.

Jin Jiu and Gao Duannian stayed on the boat, and Cao Shaoqing was the only one who followed him now. So he stepped forward, glanced coldly, and his eyes were on the inn shopkeeper: "Our family asked you, is there someone having a conflict with the people from Jinyanmen here today, and where did you go later?"

"Hey... he's actually a castrator..."

“…..It’s the first time in my life that I have seen a eunuch leave the palace.”

In the lobby, the gangsters in the gangsters with dirty clothes on the left were carrying weapons, looking over drunk and talking unscrupulously. The inn shopkeeper was so scared that he hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded him for a few words before coming to Cao Shaoqing and bowed: "Dear officials, don't be as familiar with a group of drunkards. Even if you drink a little yellow soup, your parents won't remember it."

"Okay, our family won't pursue it..." Seeing the shopkeeper's wink, Cao Shaoqing nodded.

At the table before, the strong man with fluffy and dirty hair turned his face and looked at it. He seemed to hear what the shopkeeper said. He knocked the bowl in his hand to the table, and his lips cracked: "Shopkeeper... I'll fuck your ancestor." As he said that, he lifted the knife that had been placed at his feet and pulled it out.

Cao Shaoqing swept over and then drew his sword. Bai Lian waved it. The strong man's wrist, which drew his sword, suddenly drew a red mark, and blood leaped out of the red line. With a bang, his wrist broke and his palm fell to the ground. The steel knife that had just been pulled out fell back.

The man from the Jianghu suddenly rolled on the ground with his broken wrist like a pig. The man from the Jianghu at his deskmate was so scared that his face turned pale and his wine was awakened. None of them saw clearly the sword he had just shot.

"Can you tell our family where the men who had a conflict with the people from the Jinyan Sect today went?" The White Dragon Sword was inserted back into the scabbard, and Cao Shaoqing asked in his voice.

The shopkeeper kept staring at the broken palm on the ground, and trembled for a moment and quickly replied: "The young people from Jinyanmen cannot beat each other. They have passed by the Jinyanmen station in the eastern suburbs. It should be an hour. If they are quick, they should still be able to catch up."

Knowing the incident, Cao Shaoqing walked under the curtain of the carriage and passed the information he asked to Bai Ning.

Afterwards, the team moved forward again and turned around at the intersection in front and left the East City Gate. On the way, Bai Ning closed his eyes to rest as he rested his spirit. This time he went to capture Fang Ruyi was actually an insignificant thing to destroy Fang La of the Ming Cult, but for personal grudges, it was a big deal.

"…. Jinyanmen has been based in this small county for decades. It is not a big sect, but it has some background than the original Hundred Sword Sect. It is mainly about doing things with chivalrous and righteousness. Its source of income is not only the current county town, but also has industries in other small counties."

As the carriage swayed, Bai Ning knocked on the table, and then he called a man: "Notify the local government and seal all the industries of Jinyanmen. If they want to live in the Wuchao world, they should know how to do it. If they are all a bunch of brains, they deserve it."

Suddenly, waves of weapons were dancing and swinging on the mountain road, and then the weapons hit something violently. Then, the tree stalks cracked and broke. In the vague sight, the outline of the tree fell down in the dark.

When Bai Ning lifted the curtain, Cao Shaoqing had already brought dozens of people to gallop over. Then, more than ten meters away, he heard him shouting loudly. The White Dragon Sword was unsheathed and fought with people. The metal collided and clashed. The dense branches were burst out by energy or weapons from time to time. When Bai Ning's team passed, someone screamed "ah", the blood light and broken arms fell at Cao Shaoqing's feet, and several corpses were placed there.

Someone was running away in the darkness, only seeing the general outline.

"I have met the Admiral." At this time, Lin Chong, Luan Tingyu, Yang Zhi, Gu Mi and Tu Baisai came forward to greet him, all with blood on their bodies. It seemed that they had fought with others for a while.

Bai Ning got off the carriage, stepped on the soft soil and looked at the corpse on the ground, lowered his eyes, and his voice was cold and stunning: "Where are people from Jinyanmen? Where are Fang Ruyi and others?"

Lin Chong clasped his fists and said, "Report to the Lord, when the five of us chased us, we happened to meet the disciples inspecting the Jinyan Sect and the two masters of the Jinyan Sect on duty. They were stopped and the other party ran back to the sect."

Bai Ning looked at the mountain and walked forward. Yun Ning said lightly: "It's okay, you can escape from the monks, but you can't escape from the temple. But, how about these people's martial arts?"

Then, more than 500 people walked up the mountain road and walked along the stone steps. Lin Chong said: "The fight was only a moment, and it was much better than ordinary people. Those leading people were a little more powerful in swordsmanship, especially when the other party formed a formation, it was a bit tricky."

At this time, after walking the last stone staircase, there was a square martial arts training ground under your feet. Looking at the cliffs from afar, the scenery would be good if it was the daytime. On the opposite side, the plaque of the archway at Jinyan Gate stood at the end of the martial arts training ground. Under a few lanterns, there were figures of people, and there were about two or three hundred people.

"…I am the governor of the court's Eastern Inspectorate Factory Bai Ning, who was ordered to wipe out Fang La, passed by. Unfortunately, his subordinates met the remnants of Fang La in the city today. Fang Ruyi and the people in your sect were mixed together. If the noble faction handed over Fang La's daughter Fang Ruyi, he would have no worries with others, if he did not...."

Bai Ning walked over with his hands in his arms, staring at an old man with white hair in the other party's crowd: "I will push you Jinyan Sect to flatten."

The old man nodded faintly and bowed, "I have heard a little about the matter in the East Factory. I have been lucky enough to see the Admiral in person today, but there is really no one in my sect."

Over there, a female disciple among Jinyan's disciples changed her face and squeezed out: "What's wrong with my father..."

A sneer appeared on Bai Ning's face.

Then, he raised his hand and waved forward: "Kill them."
Chapter completed!