The snow was flying heavily and the sky was covered with white.

Ye Song and Ye Bai looked at each other and confirmed that Zhou Jing'an had indeed lip-synced to them just now.

"There's been a change of plans."

Under the cover of the green paper umbrella, Zhou Jing'an made a quick gesture, and the two of them rushed out to fight with the others.

Xiang Feng and others, wearing white cloaks and lying in ambush in the woods beside the road, also saw his gesture clearly.

Only Jiang Ling was confused. She poked Xiang Feng's back quietly and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Before Xiang Feng could answer her, he felt a murderous intent coming at him.

He hurriedly took Jiang Ling and threw himself into the snow pile nearby. When he looked back, he saw a dagger stabbed straight into the tree trunk behind them, trembling and flashing with cold light.

Qian Sidu from another office rode a fast horse, brandishing his sword and rushed straight towards Zhou Jing'an.

Zhou Jing'an sat upright on his horse, slowly drawing his sword with his right hand, and continued to talk to him.

"Boss Qian, do you think Qingfeng Teahouse is too easy? You're doing something so worthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Sidu raised his sword and stabbed it straight into his chest.

Zhou Jing'an's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse started running. He lay down leisurely with the umbrella in his hand, and threw his left hand upwards, and the paper umbrella flew upright.

Qian Sidu's sword brushed past his face in the next instant.

The two men passed each other on horseback. Zhou Jing'an quickly stood up, and the paper umbrella fell back into his palm. At the same time, he grasped the sword tightly in his right hand and swung it back. Qian Sidu felt a pain in his waist.

His sword grazed his side. The wound was not deep, but blood gushed out like a stream.

Qian Sidu frowned and covered his wound, turned around and saw Zhou Jing'an riding his horse and rushing towards the carriage.

His eyes darkened and he quickly turned his horse around to intercept.

But Zhou Jing'an had already rushed past the fighting crowd and came to the front of the carriage. He slowly lifted the curtain with his hands, and saw a man in a simple gray robe walking out from inside.

He was tall and straight, wearing a veil on his head, with black gauze hanging down to his shoulders, covering his face.

But at first glance, one would think he was an elegant and humble scholar.

Zhou Jing'an stared at him intently, as if trying to penetrate the gauze curtain and pierce his eyes.

He leaped lightly onto the horse's back and stepped on the front wooden board of the carriage with his toes.

Zhou Jing'an raised his sword in his right hand and stabbed the man in the face.

The man nimbly moved half of his body to avoid the cold knife that was coming straight at him, and caught the blade with the fingertips of his left hand.

He chuckled and said, "I am just a wandering doctor. Lord Zhou, please spare my life."

Zhou Jing'an frowned slightly when he heard his voice.

No, that was clearly not the sound I heard in the carriage just now.

The voice he had just heard replayed in his mind.

"Why waste time talking to him? Hurry up and do it. It's freezing outside."

Although the voice was a little hoarse and unfamiliar, Zhou Jing'an still caught a hint of familiarity from it.

Even if it was just a tiny bit, it made him change his plans instantly.

Although it was shocking, Zhou Jing'an had to find out whether it was him or not, or whether it was possible that it was him.

When it comes to that person, you have to be careful in everything you do.

While the two were confronting each other, Qian Sidu had already rushed over. Zhou Jing'an didn't care about anything else and turned around to block the sword. The paper umbrella flew out, but was caught by the man.

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Jiang Ling wiped the snow off her face, and when she looked up again, she saw Xiang Feng and his other An Feng men fighting with the men in black who had rushed over at some point in time.

She moved quietly and hid behind a thick tree.

Jiang Ling listened to the "bang" sound of swords colliding and thought helplessly that he was discovered so quickly.

It seems that Xiaojia's trip to the city gate with an empty carriage was in vain.

I thought it could last a little longer.

Jiang Ling turned her eyes slightly to look at the battle situation on the road in the distance, and saw Zhou Jing'an fighting with a man who looked like Qian Sidu, the owner of Qingfengfu Teahouse.

However, Jiang Ling was not worried at all. Zhou Jing'an's martial arts skills were beyond reproach. Besides, it seemed that Qian Sidu was unable to withstand it.

She looked around and set her sights on the man standing at the front of the carriage.

Jiang Ling narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, why does it feel so familiar?

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Ye Song and Ye Bai were fighting against five men in black respectively. Both of them were quite skilled and could handle it.

But the battlefield is moving further and further away from the carriage.

The two men seemed to be exhausted and were about to fall down.

The group of men in black pursued them and saw that the two men were panting and retreating continuously, so they chased them to the top of the mountain, hoping to get rid of them as soon as possible.

Qian Sidu was stabbed again, leaving a cut on his arm that was bleeding continuously.

Zhou Jing'an flew up and kicked him aside.

He immediately turned around and ran towards the person standing on the carriage without hesitation.

The cold wind blew the black gauze curtains fluttering.

Zhou Jing'an saw the face under the veil at a glance.

No, not him.

This person has sunken cheeks and is extremely skinny. He has deep eye sockets and high brow bones.

Zhou Jing'an frowned, but did not stop walking.

The black gauze curtain slowly dropped, covering the man's face again.

Just looking at it this way, this person has nothing to do with the person he was thinking of.

Even so, Zhou Jing'an did not dare to take it lightly.

There is another way to verify this person's identity.

Zhou Jing'an held his sword tightly in his right hand and flew up with his lightness skills.

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