"Qin Canghai has a grandson named Qin Wanming. On the day we chased him to the ruined temple, Qin Wanming hurriedly transported two carts of goods out of the city from the east gate. He said they were cloth."

"I asked the guards on duty at the east entrance of the city that day, and there was nothing unusual."

Changfeng scratched his head in confusion.

"Sir, I haven't heard that Qin Wanming is doing business."

Jiang Zhuo looked at the folding fan in his hand thoughtfully, closed it and then slowly opened it.

Last time I checked Qingshan Temple, inside and out, and checked the area within a radius of more than ten kilometers, there was indeed nothing unusual.

He guessed that those people went to Qingshan Temple not to hide or look for anything, but to deliberately lure him out of the capital.

As expected, it was to cover Qin Wanming's transportation of things out of the city.

What was being transported? Where was it being transported?

"Which direction did their car go after leaving the city?"

"Heading south."

South...

Since it was something shameful, it would definitely be sent to a place he was familiar with. The big cities in the south were Yunzhou, Jiezhou, and Qingzhou… Jiang Zhuo's brain was working rapidly, and his hand waving the fan suddenly stopped. He remembered that the Qin family's ancestral home seemed to be in Qingzhou?

In order to find out what Qin Wanming secretly transported, he still had to go to Qingzhou.

"Prepare the horses and go to Qingzhou."

The autumn wind is bleak and the sun is covered with dark clouds.

Shen Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, one hand lazily supporting her head, her slender fingers casually curled. The other hand nonchalantly held a small booklet, the pages gently turning in the dim light.

She sat casually in the spacious carriage, her body leaning against the soft wall, with a few strands of her waterfall-like black hair falling down.

Suddenly, Shen Qing raised his eyes, as if listening to something with bated breath.

"parking."

Qingge immediately ordered someone to stop the car: "Miss, what's wrong?"

Shen Qing came out of the carriage, took a deep breath, and helped Qingge get out of the car.

"Everyone is tired, let's rest for a while before setting off." Chen Qing looked at the road ahead, turned around and instructed Qingge, "Go get some cakes from the car behind and share them with everyone."

"Yes, miss."

Chen Qing stretched his waist and while Qingge was distributing things, he walked along the woods next to him towards the place where the sound came from.

The further we walked, the louder the sounds of fighting became.

A group of people in black were besieging two people, one of whom was an acquaintance.

Jiang Zhuo and Chang Feng had just reached halfway when they were stopped by a group of masked men in black.

They were ruthless in their attacks, with strange and tricky moves. They looked like well-trained soldiers, not like domesticated guards, but more like assassins in the underworld.

Jiang Zhuo frowned and dealt with the men in black who surrounded him. He looked at the wound on his arm and cursed in his heart.

His clothes!

Changfeng stabbed the black-clothed man who tried to escape to death with a single sword, sheathed his sword, grabbed the only living person nearby, and looked at Jiang Zhuo, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

"Sir, be careful behind you!"

Behind Jiang Zhuo, a man in black with a ferocious face climbed up, holding a dagger and stabbing at Jiang Zhuo with all his strength. The dagger was emitting a faint blue light and seemed to be poisoned.

At the critical moment, the originally ferocious face of the man in black suddenly became extremely distorted, his eyes widened and his eyes were bloodshot.

Then, a dull gurgling sound came from his throat, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the ground in front of him.

The dagger he was holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground helplessly, and on his neck was a seemingly ordinary but deadly branch.

Jiang Zhuo looked back and saw Chen Qing walking out of the woods in a green dress.

"A hero saves a beauty, are you moved?" Shen Qing straightened his clothes and walked in front of Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo's lips curled slightly: "I'm so touched. I want to marry you."

"It's not good to repay kindness with enmity, is it?"

Chang Feng ran over and was relieved to see that Jiang Zhuo was fine. He turned around and bowed to Shen Qing, "Thank you, Miss Shen."

"You're welcome." Shen Qing casually kicked the black-clad men on the ground and looked at the tokens on their waists. "These are all assassins in the martial arts world. How did you provoke these people?"

"Qingqing, do you know them?"

"The sound of the wind."

Fengsheng is a killer organization in the underworld. No matter who they kill, they will take the job as long as they are paid.

"I've always been honest and dutiful, never provoking others. Perhaps someone is jealous of my talent." Jiang Zhuo fanned himself. "Why are you here?"

"Aren't you cold?" The weather was already chilly, yet he was still fanning himself with a broken fan. "I'm just passing by."

Noticing that Jiang Zhuo's wound was still bleeding, Shen Qing raised his hand and pointed at his arm.

"Qingqing, would you like to bandage me?"

"Hmph." Shen Qing snorted and walked away without looking back.

Jiang Zhuo stood there looking at Chen Qing's back, smiling brightly.

"Sir, let me bandage you."

Jiang Zhuo came back to his senses and looked at Changfeng, then snatched the medicine and bandage from his hands.

If Qingqing doesn't bandage it, he can do it himself.

"Passing by..." What a coincidence.

"This road is the only way to Qingzhou. It's not surprising that Miss Chen appears here." Changfeng explained.

Jiang Zhuo stared at Changfeng without saying anything.

"Don't you know, sir? Miss Shen's maternal grandfather is in the Cheng family in Qingzhou. She left almost at the same time as us."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

“It’s too late.”

I've been on the road since I left the capital, and then I got into a fight. I don't have time to talk.

“However, Miss Shen’s skills are rare in the world.”

He is agile, quick in attack, and his blows are fatal.

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