Chapter 11

Two days later.

Rong State, Wuchuan Prefecture.

A group of black-armored and black-horsed knights galloped on the official road, escorting a coffin in the middle.

This cavalry was strictly organized and well-dressed. Even after galloping for dozens of miles in the sun, neither the people nor the horses showed any signs of fatigue, and it was clear at a glance that they were well-trained and brave soldiers.

"I heard long ago that the Dao soldiers newly cultivated by the Spirit-Feeding Room were extraordinary, and seeing them today, it's really not false. Chen Chen Shidi, look carefully at the movements of their spines when they exert force, like a white toad guarding qi, rolling the head and building the belly. If ordinary martial artists were like this, they would have bruises on their bodies long ago."

Behind this team of Dao soldier knights, there were two white horses standing outside, just following slowly.

The two on the white horses, one wearing a blue Daoist robe and carrying a sword on his back, was explaining to his companion with great interest, pointing at the Dao soldiers in front.

The other held a six-stone vermilion lacquer bow in his left hand, held the reins in his right hand, carried a sword at his waist, and wore a black water-cloud robe with a leather belt around his waist, making his tall and slender figure look heroic, and at a glance, one could see the bearing that only a high-born family could raise.

Chen Hang, holding the big bow in his left hand, nodded faintly.

He glanced at the Dao soldiers in the direction Xu Zhi pointed, absent-minded.

"Chen Chen Shidi, what's wrong with you? It's not easy to go down the mountain, shouldn't you be happy?"

Xu Zhi scratched his head and said: "I see that you have been worried and uneasy since you went down the mountain. What's wrong? Are you worried that Elder Yan will look for trouble with you? Don't worry, your going down the mountain was personally permitted by the Sect Master, he doesn't have the guts to intentionally go against the Sect Master on the surface."

"What I'm worried about is not just Yan Feichen, but also..."

Chen Hang gripped the big bow and shook his head.

When leaving the green heavenly palace, he packed up some things and took the predecessor's clan brother's coffin down the mountain overnight.

Galloping for three days, now they were only an hour away from Lanliang City, where the Chen clan was located.

But Chen Hang's heart was still uneasy.

That woman, did she really let him go because of the words Chen Ying taught?

So easily?

When the predecessor first went up the mountain, he didn't know how many times he begged Yan Zhen bitterly, every word was sincere, almost like a cuckoo crying blood, but in the end, didn't he still die in Little Ganshan with anger?

People like them.

Can they really be moved by words?

"Forget it, man is the knife and I am the fish, thinking too much is just hurting the spirit in vain."

Chen Hang urged his horse and rode side by side with Xu Zhi: "Speaking of which, I haven't thanked Xiao Xiao Shixiong for not being afraid of hardship and specifically sending me back to my hometown."

"Why thank me between us? I'm just bored in the mountain anyway."

Xu Zhi laughed loudly and said: "You just achieved Embryonic Breathing. Although you have left the mortal body, you have no insights in fighting, and you haven't learned any Daoist techniques to protect yourself. Xiao Xiao Shixiong, I am a cultivator of the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation. Although my right hand is not good, these secular demons and villains, one comes, one dies!"

"However, Xiao Xiao Shixiong will have a hard time contributing to the Earth Abyss trip next year, don't blame me."

Xu Zhi mocked himself:

"You know that I am cowardly and timid, it's a habit. I also know it's not good, but it's always hard to change. I won't have any achievements in this life, but I'm happy to be alive every day and be able to read books and refine medicine. As for the Earth Abyss, I really don't have the guts to go..."

"Xiao Xiao Shixiong, you are overstating it. How could I blame you?"

Chen Hang shook his head gently.

"However, I have had a matter on my mind for a long time, but I have never understood it." Xu Zhi looked at him, hesitated, and opened his mouth carefully.

"Xiao Xiao Shixiong, please speak."

"Didn't your clan brother offer the plan to Yan Zhen back then, which tricked you into going up the mountain? You wanted to kill him with a sword before, why do you want to send his coffin back to the clan now?"

"If he hadn't pushed me, I would have been killed by the sword Xu Si slashed at Yan Zhen... And who knew that the pills Yan Zhen gave were poisonous pills that urged life."

In the memories of this body.

There still remained the scene of the predecessor's clan brother vomiting blood and kneeling and weeping for forgiveness before he died.

Xu Si's sword cut everything.

Not only Yan Zhen, but also the predecessor and these disciples were within his murderous sword qi. If the predecessor hadn't been pushed away by his clan brother, but died with Yan Zhen.

Then, by mistake, would Chen Hang have been able to be reborn into the nine continents and four seas?

"The past cannot be chased. My mother and he are already dead, and I have stayed in Little Ganshan for three years. Now, what's the use of holding grudges?"

Chen Hang looked at the fog like light smoke on the distant mountains disappearing silently in the sun:

"He saved my life, so I will fulfill his last wish, that's all."

Xu Zhi looked at Chen Hang, this young man with a god-like appearance riding a horse expressionlessly, with no sorrow or joy on his face.

Everything in the past had flowed away with the water waves.

Even Chen Hang.

Was no longer the original Chen Hang...

"I see the Dao heart in Chen Chen Shidi's eyes."

He suddenly spoke: "That day, when I was practicing sword, Elder... Elder Gu Jun suddenly announced that he wanted to accept me as a disciple, and said such a thing."

"Elder Gu Jun? He is indeed a gentle elder. If it weren't for him letting the Spirit-Feeding Room allocate this team of Dao soldiers to me, I would be worried about how to transport my clan brother's coffin."

"Elder Gu..." Xu Zhi smiled bitterly: "He has always been extremely good, he is a pure Daoist."

The two were silent for a while.

Seeming to see the atmosphere stiffen, Xu Zhi turned his gaze to the big bow in Chen Hang's left hand and asked:

"Chen Chen Shidi is actually proficient in archery? This is the first time I've seen it."

"The six arts of a gentleman, how can one not be proficient?"

Chen Hang smiled slightly. At this moment, there was a sudden rustling of vegetation in the forest on the left side of the official road, and then a strong white deer rushed out, running like flying.

"It's a coincidence, please appreciate my skills, Xiao Xiao Shixiong."

Chen Hang bent the bow like a full moon and easily pulled the six-stone bow to the full.

According to the archery skills in the predecessor's memory, he shot an arrow like a shooting star chasing the moon. Just hearing the sound of the bowstring, the white deer had already fallen to the ground, its neck directly pierced, and blood gushed out from the fist-sized wound.

The Dao soldiers escorting the coffin cheered, and Xu Zhi praised.

Chen Hang put down the bow and arrow and was about to pick up the deer, but there was another movement in the woods by the official road, accompanied by countless shouts and chases, and dozens of young masters and ladies in fine clothes and spirited horses appeared.

"It seems I have mistakenly hit someone else's prey."

Chen Hang reined in his horse, didn't go over, just bowed apologetically, and rode away with Xu Zhi.

"Sister, the little deer we were chasing was shot dead."

Among the group of young men and women, a petite girl holding a short bow pursed her lips: "The person who shot the little deer looks really good, but why have I never heard of him in Rong State? Sister, do you know who he is?"

"Isn't that Chen Hang of the Profound Truth Sect? He... how was he let down the mountain?"

Among this group of people, the leader was a woman wearing a fox-fur cloak, beautiful as a painting, but with a bit of heroism in her eyebrows.

"Go! Maybe he came down the mountain specifically for the trouble of the Chen clan!"

She touched the girl's head, turned the horse's head, and chased in the direction Chen Hang left:

"Let's chase together and see what he can do!"

At this time.

Rong State, Lanliang City, Chen clan mansion.

In the main hall, a group of Chen clan elders were worried, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

"Xi'er must not be handed over. If she is handed over, where will the reputation of the Chen family be placed? For the current plan, only the relics of Chen Hang's father can be taken out!"

Chen clan leader Chen Kuang, who had once passed the third-rank examination and returned to his hometown after resigning, stood up.

He scanned the many clansmen coldly, his gray beard trembling:

"His father was a wild Daoist before he died, but didn't he have some cultivation? His relics should be able to deal with the Yangshan Daoist, right?"