When the son ascended the throne today, he took the title of "Kangle" as the country, but since he ascended the throne, there has never been any happiness in the world.

After three years of reunion, the chaos in the world deepened.

In the past two years, disasters have occurred frequently, the court has become a trend, the emperor is foolish and indulged in enjoyment, the treasury is empty and powerless to provide disaster relief, and small-scale riots have occurred in all places, and many people have become bandits because of this. Some people in the martial arts world have even fallen into the bandits and rob people who pass by.

Qi Ling pawned a jade pendant with his close body and exchanged the money he got for two horses. Heng Yu and him rode their horses to Duanqing Mountain to the west.

Along the way, Heng Yu practiced the top skills she had plundered in a certain world. With her qualifications and understanding, the speed of changing skills and re-practice is also extremely fast.

The original internal strength of this body can barely be of third or fourth level in the world. The strength can only be regarded as a measure, but Heng Yu's own strength cannot be simply judged from paper.

This is the confidence she dared to take Qi Ling to the Mingyue Sect alone.

On this day, the sun was hanging high above the sky, burning the earth. Qi Ling was dizzy by the hot sun, but seeing that Heng Yu had not stopped to rest, he had to continue to follow.

"Are you tired?" Heng Yu suddenly pulled the reins and slowed off the horse's speed, turned his head and asked Qi Ling who was two behind her.

Qi Ling's throat was dry and he nodded.

"Then let's fight quickly." Heng Yu held the sword and unsheathed it. He was shouting to somewhere, "Come out. After following us for so long, it's time to start."

"Miss is so brave." A man with a dark face and a strong body, with a mole on his face jumped out of the grass and laughed loudly.

Then the other two people also jumped out of the grass.

The man with sharp ears and monkey cheeks held the sword in his hand and looked at Heng Yu with obscene eyes, "Girl, a boy with unfilthy breasts is by your side, I'm afraid it won't satisfy you. Look at my three brothers?" As he said that, he licked his lips.

Qi Ling's face suddenly turned red, and his body was trembling with anger.

Heng Yu stroked the sword body, "Please ask the three elder brothers to give way, you and I can still talk well."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha." The third man raised his head and smiled, "The journey is lonely. Why not stay here and accompany us first? As for the boy behind you, just keep his belongings."

They saw that the man and woman were very generous in the town.

It is a fat sheep, a combination of a child and a young woman, so it is normal for the three of them to be targeted by them.

"If you don't retreat, the sword in my hand will be merciless." Heng Yu casually put a sword flower in his hand, and his sword skills were skillful, but to the eyes of the three men, it seemed like she was bluffing.

"We three brothers have heard many people say similar harsh words. Why don't we stand here now? Girl, I, Zhang San, are very sympathetic. Don't struggle, otherwise if you are injured, we three brothers will feel very distressed." The man with a big mole on his face said with a lewd smile.

Zhang San... It's very cannon fodder when he hears this name.

Even martial arts are very cannon fodder.

Heng Yu raised his sword and his internal force attacked the three of them with the sword force. In the blink of an eye, when Qi Ling was still staring at the result, Heng Yu had already patted the horse under him and said to Qi Ling: "It's time to leave."

Take the lead and leave.

Qi Ling hurriedly followed. When he turned his head to look, the three robbers' bodies slowly fell down. There was an extremely thin blood line on their necks, and a faint blood was gushing out of the blood line.

There are many swordsmen in the royal family. Qi Ling also came into contact with many powerful swordsmen when he was a child. Although he did not know Heng Yu's current internal strength level, judging from her understatement of the sword, Qi Ling only felt that she already had the peerless style of a top swordsman.

Take action, no regrets.

One sword, one step, one kill.

The Rongcheng area has suffered a drought for two consecutive years, and many people have become enemies. The first one is just appetizers. If you want to pass through this place, you may encounter more obstacles.

It is undoubtedly wiser to bypass this place. Although the distance will be longer, it can save a lot of trouble.

When approaching the surrounding area of ​​Rongcheng, some of the green green that could have been seen had been replaced by yellow and yellow. I just looked at it and felt a little desolate.

Heng Yule stopped the horse, "Let's have some food to rest first."

The two turned over and dismounted. Qi Ling buried her head in the air and was staring blankly. Heng Yu, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly spoke out: "We have two choices now. The first choice is to bypass Rongcheng, go to Seoul City, and then go to Duanqing Mountain. The second choice is to pass through Rongcheng directly. But there are many people in Rongcheng who are a bandit, and they may encounter a lot of trouble. You choose a way."

The only people who become bandits are ordinary people. With the strength of his teacher, it is very easy to kill them directly. Although it will be more troublesome, it can still save a lot of time than detours.

This thought flashed through, and Qi Ling subconsciously wanted to blurt out. But when he said that he felt something was wrong - if the choice was really so simple, the teacher would not have asked him deliberately.

This kind of answer that can be thought of once you think about it means that it must not be a good answer in the teacher's mind.

Qi Ling chewed the cake in her hand without any taste and rethinked this issue.

"It is ordinary people who fall into the arms and make enemies" - this sentence suddenly flashed through Qi Ling's heart.

"The teacher is more inclined to go to Rongcheng, right?" Qi Ling tentatively said.

Seeing Heng Yu nodding, Qi Ling followed this idea and continued to analyze, "The teacher could kill people before because the three of them were obviously evil people. If they walked calmly, facing those people who had to become enemies, the teacher would not draw their swords easily."

Heng Yu smiled, without answering his question directly, but said: "The sword can hurt people horizontally and vertically, and can penetrate armor when stabbing. It is extremely dangerous and born to kill. But as a swordsman, if he wants to not be deceived by weapons, he must always understand the meaning of holding a sword in his hand. Just like an emperor, where should his sword point when he holds the emperor's sword symbolizing supreme power in his hand."

What is the meaning of holding a sword?

No, the teacher would ask this, probably because he wanted to think as an emperor.

If he had an emperor's sword in his hand, would he have to wave it to the people?

But isn’t the existence of an emperor just to govern the world? To put it simply, he should govern the people in his territory.

"What should I do if I can't kill them?"

“Let them use it for you.”

"For my use?" Qi Ling was a little confused for a moment.

"Have you ever thought that if you go to Mingyue Sect directly and rely on the people of Mingyue Sect to do things and conquer the country, you will inevitably be checked and balanced by them in the future. They need your identity, but if that's all, you will only become a puppet. If it's useful, it's useless, and if it's useless, it's abandoned." Heng Yu was still guiding Qi Ling to think.

Compared to giving an answer directly, enlightenment teaching can make people grow more, and Qi Ling's understanding is not bad.

If it is useful, it is useful. If it is useless, it is discarded.

It's so cruel.

"So the teacher hopes that I can regain the thieves in the city and make them loyal to me, so that I will have more say in the Mingyue Sect."

Qi Ling came to the conclusion, but he still had questions - for example, how could he recover the thieves in the city?

The gaze of help was subconsciously moved to Heng Yu. Heng Yu stood up and shook his skirt, "You must know the simplest technique of controlling people." As he spoke, Heng Yu had already walked to the horse and turned over the horse.

Although the father's teachings have been a bit long, Qi Ling still tried hard to recall them-

For the geniuses in the world, if they want to use them for their own use, they must listen more and give their trust. But for the vast majority of people in the world, as long as they drive them out with profit and give the chips they want, they can negotiate everything.

What is Rongcheng’s most lacking now - is food.

But where did he find food...

Qi Ling sat on the back of the horse and galloped up on the horse. The wind blew towards his face, and some gravel hit his face, causing a vague pain.

Although he was still confused and hadn't thought of the answer, Qi Ling felt very calm at this moment.

In so many years after his father's death, he felt peace of mind for the first time.

Even though he is still running away and not in a stable environment, he can feel his growth, he can feel-

Under the guidance of the teacher, one day he will be able to truly control his destiny.

Five days later, he was located on the Seoul official road next to Rongcheng.

A long line of officials was transporting the confiscated food and escorting them to the capital.

The weather was hot and the sun was hanging high above. Although the yamen runners were walking around the long grain trucks, they were all silly and listless.

A yamen runner couldn't stand it anymore, so he trotted to the front of the team and smiled flatteringly at the escort officer, "Sir, the weather is really vicious. Do you think you can let the brothers rest first and then continue on the road?"

The escort officer looked a little ugly and cursed: "Stop! I just walked for a few miles and told me to rest. You are also a local from Seoul. Do you not know that the terrain nearby is prone to ambushing?"

This... Who is so bold to rob official grain? Nothing happened in so many years?

Although he thought about this, the yamen runners knew that they would definitely be scolded when they said it. They could only smile embarrassedly, shrank their heads, and then wanted to run back to the queue in shame.

At this time, the middle-aged man riding a horse and holding a sword next to the escort officer, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep open his eyes, "Sir, don't worry. With me and Lao Chen and more than a thousand well-trained officers and soldiers, it is impossible for the mob to beat us. Let them stop and rest for a while and continue to rush forward when the weather gets cooler."

A short-sized old man next to him also opened his eyes and nodded to the escort officer.

The escort officer was a little hesitant. If other yamen runners spoke, he could just spit it back. However, these two people were worshipped by their prefects very respected. They were one of the best martial arts in the world and would not easily take action.

This time, the prefect sent these two people to follow the grain transport team in order to be sure of no mistakes.

He could see that Heng Yu's sword just now had a clue. If she really wanted to fight alone, her internal strength was no match for him at all.

The middle-aged man nodded and was about to slip away, when Heng Yu's sword was already slashing towards him with internal force.

"Don't toast, don't eat the punishment." The middle-aged man's face turned dark, his eyes fell on Heng Yu, and he raised his sword and slashed at Heng Yu.

Heng Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense, knowing that this move would not work, so he turned to the old man and slashed his answer with his actions.

The old man sneered: "Ha, it seems that he wants to fight two. Lao He, her must be the only one in their team, and it's okay to work together. Just take her down and kill the others."

The two of them attacked. Their martial arts methods were both more sinister, but compared to their elusive moves, the other party's sword moves seemed to be more irregular, and they appeared from time to time from time to time. Although they only had a few moves right, the old man and the middle-aged man were injured, and Heng Yu, whose internal strength was far less than that of the two, still seemed very relaxed.

"This woman is a little weird." The middle-aged man frowned.

Her internal strength is not high, but her sword moves are very exquisite, and she is completely fighting against them with her exquisite sword moves.

A trace of greed flashed in the old man's eyes, and there was obvious greed.

Heng Yu glanced at the eyes and guessed what the two of them were thinking. He raised the tip of the sword and forced the old man. At the same time, he slashed his toes and stepped on the middle-aged man's shoulders to leverage the force, and accelerated his speed.

The old man didn't expect her to come so quickly. As soon as the knife was raised to his chest, the sword had already penetrated into his heart, splashing out a few drops of scarlet blood. The next moment, before the middle-aged man came to his senses, the blood-stained sword had already hit his eyes and pressed him step by step.

The powerful internal force in the body seemed to be useless at all. The middle-aged man could only fight and retreat while looking for Heng Yu's flaws.
To be continued...