The carriage is waiting to go, and the departure is about to begin.

A group of people and horses lined up on the avenue like a long dragon. The guards beside the chariots and horses were wearing armor, neatly and orderly. The blades on their waists reflected a dazzling brilliance. The whole team of people and horses faintly cast a trace of murderous aura. There is no doubt that these guards were all brought by Qin Yi. Now, in order to protect the entire Qin family's migration, they embarked on a journey again.

At the front of the convoy, Qin Zongyao's majestic face showed a hint of anxiety at this moment. Qin Yihu next to him flashed with uneasiness in his eyes. Qin Feng, behind the two, was abnormal and was looking around, with his expression more than searching, as if he was looking forward to something.

"Dad, Uncle Qin Yi!" Not far away, Qin Mufeng's voice came along the wind, and then Qin Mufeng's flying figure came into everyone's eyes.

"Feng'er, where have you been?" Qin Zongyao asked.

"Dad, I was entrusted by someone to go to the inn to get something back." Qin Mufeng replied.

"Haha, this child is a little bitch and is entrusted at a young age, haha," Qin Yi joked.

"Uncle Qin Yi, I'm not hiding it. This thing is very important, it's related to other people's lives and honor and disgrace." Qin Mufeng said seriously.

"Oh?" Qin Yi was puzzled, but seeing Qin Mufeng's face was so serious, he didn't seem to be joking, and he said suspiciously, "What is so important?"

"It was something that two brothers Zhang who had previously shown their martial arts in the market asked me to retrieve." Qin Mufeng said.

"Showing martial arts in the market?" Qin Yi was even more confused.

"But those two brothers who suffered unrestrained disasters with you because of their righteous words and deeds?" Qin Zongyao asked.

"Dad, it's those two elder brothers who are helping each other in prison that the child can save his life." Qin Mufeng said.

"To say that street sales are like showing martial arts in the market shows Feng'er as a chivalrous man. Brother Qin Zongyao, I really envy you for having a child like Feng'er!" Qin Yizang, and then thought of A Tie's death for no reason, his eyes instantly dimmed a lot.

"Qin Liang's child is not bad, but it's very different from you." Qin Zongyao seemed to see Qin Yi's thoughts and said hurriedly.

"Alas, everyone says that the tiger father has no dog son, so I can't figure out whether it's my tiger father who really gave birth to a dog son or I'm a dog father who gave birth to a tiger son!" Qin Yi sighed.

After Qin Mufeng returned, the discussion between Qin Zongyao and the others did not last long. The convoy had already set off. Along the way, many people who had had contact with the Qin family or who had been bullied by the county magistrate came to see him off.

"After the Qin family left, our Sheng County has lost another good family who is kind and generous."

After a voice, it caused a lot of sighs and shook his head.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, you are coming back!" Xiao Haitang waved his little hands at the carriage and horses that were leaving. The tender childish voice exuded endless nostalgia and reluctance.

It was early autumn, and the wet weather in the south often drizzled, which made the road sometimes muddy, so the whole team followed each other and did not move fast.

Unconsciously, the group had been walking for half a day. It was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Suddenly, a thunder sounded, and heavy rain began to fall at the same time.

"This place where you don't have a village or a shop in front of you, where should you avoid this unlucky heavy rain?" Qin Yi cursed.

"There is a lush forest, let's go there first." Qin Zongyao said, and then commanded the convoy with Qin Yi and drove the carriage into the forest.

Although Maolin is close at hand, the convoy at this time seemed to be far away from the end of the world. The mud on the road was even worse after suffering this heavy rain. The guards had to relax their vigilance and push the cart with their servants.

The rain fell ruthlessly, and the road was even more muddy. Many people pushing the cart kicked off their boots in the mud. Because the wet soil was too deep, it felt like they were trapped in a swamp after stepping in with one foot, and their ankles were instantly wiped out by the wet soil. After pulling out the feet, their shoes were already deep in the mud.

Everyone stumbled and followed, and tried their best to finally push the car into the forest.

"This rain can't stop for a while. It seems that we have to stay in this ghost forest for a night." Qin Yi complained.

"You can't say anything, this forest is extraordinary." Qin Zongyao said.

"Oh?" Qin Yi showed a look of doubt.

"It is said that during the Qin Dynasty, Qin Shihuang traveled eastward with many alchemists. At that time, one alchemist said that he watched the celestial phenomena at night and saw a mountain peak entering the stars. The kingly aura appeared in the bullfight. After Qin Shihuang learned that, he was exhausted and injured his wealth, and moved the mountain to a flat ground was not enough, and even dug the ground into a pit, in order to relieve the kingly aura here to consolidate his imperial power. Who knew that the Qin Dynasty had only experienced the second generation of dynasties, which was considered a will of heaven. However, whether there was a kingly aura here is still unexplainable, but the place where it was dug into a pit was in the forest ahead, and it is now called the "Shankeng"." Qin Zongyao said. (Note: The story here is rewritten according to local records)

"So, we can breathe the kingly aura when we enter the forest, hahahahaha," Qin Yi joked.

"I told you that I can't take the exam, I'm still so happy! Hurry up and help push the cart!" Qin Zongyao laughed and said, the rain fell along his face.

The rain kept falling, as if a big hole was leaked in the sky, and Nuwa needed to refine stones to repair it.

Night falls faster than usual, and a thick layer of fog appears in the forest.

"No, if this continues, many people will inevitably fall ill. We must make a fire to keep warm." Qin Zongyao frowned, but in such a wet environment, what can we use to make a fire?

"Isn't that enough?" Qin Yi said proudly.

Qin Zongyao looked in a blink of an eye and saw Qin Yi holding the dead branches with one hand and stroking the dead branches with the other hand. A layer of snow-white frost appeared on the wet dead branches. Qin Yi bounced his fingers, and the frost on the dead branches fell down in response to the sound, and the dead branches were so dry!

"You are really a treasure! The curling autumn moon craft is used like this, and my ancestors can liven up!" Qin Zongyao smiled and cursed, and used the "moon shadow frost" of the curling autumn moon craft. A semicircle formed by thin ice covers a group of people and chariots and horses into it. Although the ice layer is thin, there is still no sign of melting under the erosion of heavy rain.

"It's better if my ancestors are alive. We don't have to be furious from the birds of the Heavenly Dao Sect anymore. Let the ancestors take action and directly push the Heavenly Dao Sect into the sky!" Qin Yi muttered, not ashamed.

"Save the time to set up camp. We will spend this tonight here." Qin Zongyao said, and as he spoke, he seemed to have a little breath, and it seemed that his internal strength was consumed a lot.

When everyone heard this, they acted according to the plan in an orderly manner. Some guards with internal strength and cultivation collected branches one after another. Although they did not have the mystery of the Curling Autumn Moon Art, they still used their own internal strength to dry the branches.

With the concerted efforts, everyone finally built the tent before the night fell, and the fire was also set off. Everyone sat around the fire to keep warm.

"I have been living a pampering life for many years. I didn't know that a fire is so precious," said Qin Zongyao.

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise suddenly flashed in Qin Zongyao's heart.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yi asked, and then he was stunned.

"That's it, sword energy? There is such a strong sword energy in the world! It's so domineering and fierce! It's so strong?" Qin Zongyao's words, from surprise to sighing, to murmuring, especially the last murmur, as if there was no way to find any sensation except for being strong.

"boom!"

When Qin Zongyao finished speaking, everyone's heart suddenly felt like they were hit by a heavy hammer, and they couldn't breathe in an instant. This sense of oppression seemed to everyone present, who was locked in a dark and thin room. At this moment, everyone's face turned red, as if one of them was hanging on their necks, except that they were swelling balloons.

Qin Mufeng?

And Qin Feng!

Everyone seemed to be outside the edge of the sword itself, so if they were within the edge of the sword energy? Or were they hit by this sword energy?

Is this the sword energy emitted by a sword itself, or the sword energy emitted by a person through the sword?

If this is a sword, then it must be a peerless divine sword that shocks the world and makes ghosts cry!
Chapter completed!