Red Mansion: Incense and God Road, starting from the City God of Shenjing

Chapter 54: The Battle is Intense and Martial Arts Has Made Great Achievements
Winter is approaching and the weather is getting cooler.

The number of refugees on the official roads outside the Shenjing City did not decrease at all.

The tattered clothes could not block the biting cold wind, and their eyes were numb, like walking corpses.

A burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from afar.

The warhorse was majestic, tall and agile, with clouds of dust raised as its four hooves flew. It was obviously a top-quality warhorse from the grassland.

The cavalrymen on horseback were wearing black armor, the armor stripes flashing coldly in the sun, like cold stars.

The ranks were neat and orderly, the sound of hooves was like thunder as they marched, and the momentum was magnificent.

The most eye-catching thing is the front group of more than 30 cavalrymen.

A six-foot-tall beast, several heads taller than a young man, with its entire body pure white without a single trace of other colors.

It is very majestic.

The person sitting on the white tiger was Jia Cong.

"end!"

Halfway through the journey, Jia Cong raised his hand.

Following the order, more than 30 riders stopped on the roadside, attracting the attention of many refugees.

But then he continued to walk towards the Shenjing City numbly.

"General, there are more and more refugees these days."

"I heard that there was a locust plague in Shandong this autumn, affecting most of the prefectures and counties, and many places had no harvest."

"The Ministry of Revenue had already asked each prefecture to resettle refugees along the way ten days ago..."

Seeing that Jia Cong's eyes were still on these refugees, a man in his thirties rode his horse and came closer.

According to Daqian law, the commander of the Beijing camp was a second-rank military general.

You can have 200 personal soldiers!
Of course, most generals will not fill up this amount.

Jia Cong took advantage of his position to hold several military exercises in the army.

He selected 180 elite cavalrymen with clean family backgrounds to serve as his personal soldiers.

He moved his entire family to his own farm outside the city of Shenjing.

The ghost soldiers are in perfect harmony with each other, one bright and one dark, and their roles complement each other.

As for the two commanders of the personal guards, they were selected from the founding lineage.

The first is Ma Ruyue, the third son of the Duke of Zhiguo’s Mansion, who is in his thirties and has acquired the strength of the second level.

His advantage lies in his maturity and careful thinking.

The first is Hou Jingyun, the second son of the Xiuguo Mansion. He is only nineteen years old, but he has already reached the ninth level of body forging.

There may be a chance in the future to get a glimpse of the innate realm of martial arts.

But the inheritance of the noble families is full of fierce competition.

This kind of martial arts talent is not top-notch, but it is extremely eye-catching and has long been a thorn in the eyes of his peers.

I heard that Jia Cong lacked a commander of his personal soldiers, so he was sent here by his family.

"I know, let's go!"

Jia Cong nodded lightly.

Years of famine are the best soil for the spread of Shinto.

Set out again and head to Beijing Camp.

But this time, after walking more than ten miles, Jia Cong suddenly frowned.

Stop again.

The cavalry behind him quickly stopped.

As winter approaches, the leaves fall and the trees on both sides are bare.

With a hint of solemnity.

"General, did you notice anything unusual?"

Ma Ruyue, the commander of the imperial guards, also noticed something was wrong.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

Jia Cong had a calm expression and suddenly spoke loudly.

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the Purple Robe Marquis. I admire you!"

"I didn't expect that even if I activated all the power of the three great Confucian treasures at once, it still couldn't hide from Marquis Zi Yi's perception."

"A nine-year-old swordsman, his reputation is well-deserved!"

"I am Jiang Wenxing, honored!"

A dozen feet away, waves suddenly appeared in the space.

Five figures appeared.

The old man in the lead was wearing a Confucian robe, with white hair and beard, and was standing in the air.

He bowed slightly, and a scent of elegance and refinement filled his face.

Beside him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, wearing a black robe with tattoos of dark green skulls embroidered on it, which looked so vivid that they seemed real.

At first glance, he is not a kind person.

There were also three warriors dressed in tight clothes, guarding on both sides. Jia Cong's personal soldiers behind him were suddenly frightened.

According to the positions of both sides, if they move forward a few feet, it will be the best place to attack.

It doesn't matter if I die, but it will cause the death of the Lord.

It's really hard to escape blame.

"Jiangnan White Deer Academy?"

"A great Confucian scholar, a Taoist spirit cultivator, and three martial arts masters. Your Bailu Academy thinks highly of me."

"You openly attacked and killed an official appointed by the imperial court. Are you from the White Deer Academy planning to rebel?"

Jia Cong guessed the strength of the five people at a glance.

He is worthy of being the pillar of Jiangnan's scholar community. For this attack alone, he directly mobilized five masters of the third realm.

"The sound of wind, rain, and reading are all pleasant to the ear."

"I care about everything, family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs."

"Students of Jiangnan Academy cultivate themselves, manage their families, govern the country and bring peace to the world."

"I came here, firstly, because my good friend entrusted me with this, and secondly, to help the country get rid of the treacherous officials."

"Our Daqian nation has been established for a hundred years, and today's prosperity is not easy to come by."

"How can Marquis Zi Yi do such a perverse thing!"

"If you surrender, follow me back to the White Deer Academy to cultivate your character and learn Confucianism. I promise that within ten years, Marquis Zi Yi can return to the third level of great Confucianism with Confucianism!"

Jiang Wenxing stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

"It's really this trick..."

"You are just a bunch of thieves, you are just hypocritical and you are so arrogant. Do you think you are worthy of this?"

Jia Cong looked mocking.

Reach out a little.

The sword at the waist was unsheathed, splitting into thousands of sword energies.

It was like a sudden rainstorm, attacking the five people directly.

"Since the Purple-Robed Marquis is stubborn and unrepentant, don't blame me for being rude."

“Confucius said: The wise are not confused, the benevolent are not worried, and the brave are not afraid!”

As he spoke, a Confucian and Taoist magic weapon in the shape of an inkstone appeared in his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light generated by the splitting sword suddenly decreased by half.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, three martial arts masters attacked at the same time, and the three martial arts wills manifested.

A mountain-shaking giant bear, a poisonous scorpion, and a pagoda-shaped statue.

"He has been refining his spirit at the age of nine. This kind of living soul is just right for me to use!"

Beside Jiang Wenxing, the middle-aged spiritual cultivator with a gloomy face was also busy.

He opened his mouth and spit out a pitch-black gem.

Ghosts were lingering around, and there were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

He was the first to arrive after starting later, and after breaking the remaining sword energy of Jia Cong, his momentum did not diminish at all.

As soon as the five third realm masters made a move, it was a killing move.

If any other person of the third realm were to be here, they would inevitably perish in the face of such a siege.

"Humph, evil monk, this magic weapon alone has killed at least tens of thousands of people."

"You, the White Deer Academy, still dare to say that you can govern the country and bring peace to the world?"

Jia Cong sneered.

Fly up.

He took a step into the air and arrived in front of a martial arts master.

Divine power burns and evolves martial arts.

The shadow of a mountain range appeared behind him.

This was exactly the method displayed by the guards of King Beijing of Xishan that day.

The will is concentrated on one point and a punch is thrown out.

The giant bear in front of him was blown away more than twenty feet, fell to the ground, and vomited blood.

"Martial arts innate!"

"This is impossible!
The sudden change shocked several people.

Nine years old!

It would be enough if you follow the sword cultivation lineage and reach the Xuanmen spirit refining stage.

He could actually practice martial arts at the same time, and also condense his martial arts will to reach the innate realm.

Is it possible that there really is such an enchanting genius in the world?
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