Chapter 14 Unexpected Disaster
Murong Ji waved his hand and continued on his way. He did not buy a horse because he wanted to see what the land of the Song Dynasty was like.

"Qiao Feng! Quick, hurry up and mount your horses! The Xixia masters are trying to sneak into the Song Dynasty. Elder Wu is guarding Yingchou Gorge alone. Hurry!"

Murong Ji was startled, and looked back. The burly man in his twenties also happened to look over. [So he is Qiao Feng! ]

He turned around and walked away, not paying any more attention.

[Time passes, Gusu Murong.] Qiao Feng rode his horse quickly.

The two passed each other, looked at each other again, moved away from each other, and went their separate ways.

Elder Xu of the Beggars' Sect looked at the marks that Murong Ji had transferred to the boulder and smacked his lips. "Hiss, amazing! His skills are so profound at this age?!"

A Beggar Clan disciple nearby asked, "Elder Xu, what kind of move is this? It's so powerful? It can easily withstand the impact of a horse?"

Elder Xu glanced at Murong Ji's back and said, "Time has changed, the Gusu Murong clan! Hiss, could it be that Murong Fu?"

"That's not right. Murong Fu is already an adult."

Murong Ji ignored all this and continued to walk leisurely on the road. He thought to himself, Xixia Yipintang, but I don't know what the Song Dynasty has.

Murong Ji was suddenly stunned, as if he had heard Wang Xin say, "Imperial City Division!" This is a special spy agency belonging to the emperor.

But these have nothing to do with him, he wants to go to Huangzhou.

Suddenly, I heard a series of bells behind me. I turned around and saw a horse-drawn carriage leading the way, which was full of goods.

The bell hanging on the horse's neck moves with the horse's steps.

Murong Ji stood by the road and gave way first.

The convoy was not small in size and had a lot of people. There was also a cavalry guarding the convoy, which surprised Murong Ji.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, those who had the ability to raise a horse team were not ordinary people.

In ancient times, an army only needed 2,000 horses and infantry to form an army. Moreover, the Song Dynasty had no shortage of slow horses, but it lacked war horses.

There is a big difference between a slow horse and a war horse. Just the speed and explosive power when charging are not on the same level.

The Song Dynasty's war horses were in a very awkward position, unable to catch up or escape. Their mobility was completely crushed by the Khitan.

Moreover, the number was small. Every year, the Song Dynasty had to purchase a large number of horses from Xixia and other places. Why? Because horses would age and be consumed.

The lifespan of a horse is about twenty years, and the best service period for a war horse is between 2 and 10 years. If it gets too old, it becomes a poor horse, and its physical strength and speed can no longer keep up with the demands of war.

I exchanged a glance with one of the horseback guards, and just by looking at his eyes, I knew that the man was no ordinary person.

The aura of someone who has killed someone is completely different from that of someone who has not killed anyone.

When the caravan was halfway through, they discovered a wide carriage frame in the middle, which could not be called a mobile room.

What surprised Murong Ji was that there were actually four carriages. This person must have a high status.

Murong Ji is not a fool. This is an army disguised as a caravan.

It was none of his business, so Murong Ji waited until the caravan passed by and then continued on his way.

As night fell, Murong Ji hunted a few rabbits in the woods, lit a fire, and roasted the rabbits. Fortunately, he brought salt with him.

As soon as the rabbit was roasted, a man walked out of the jungle. He was the guard who had looked at him.

The man stopped not far away, clasped his fists, and said softly, "Little brother, can you share some meat with me?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the two rabbits on the simple grill, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you have any staple food?"

"Ahaha, yes, please wait a moment, little brother."

After a while, the man brought over a ceramic bowl, the size of a basketball, which was filled with warm pancakes made of some unknown ingredient.

This time, the guard sat directly opposite Murong Ji, who pursed his lips to signal him to go by himself. The guard was also a man of integrity, so he took a small rabbit, thanked him, and left.

Murong Ji picked up a pancake, which looked a bit like the cornmeal pancakes he had eaten in his previous life. Then he smiled, as there was no corn in that era.

I took a bite and put it in my mouth, then I found that it was a millet flour pancake, and it tasted quite good.

After eating one rabbit and four or five cakes and drinking some water, his stomach felt a little full.

The feeling of fullness makes people feel satisfied from the bottom of their hearts and very comfortable.

After putting away the remaining cakes, Murong Ji picked up the clay basin, walked towards the jungle, followed the faint firelight on the opposite side, passed through the forest, and saw a cleared space.

He was stunned for a moment. This was not a caravan at all, but clearly a military camping method. If he hadn't seen it on TV, he wouldn't have been able to tell it was real.

"Who is it?"

The sentry asked, Murong Ji looked over and raised the pottery basin in his hand to signal him, "Return the things."

With a wary look on his face, the sentry took a few steps forward, placed the basin on the ground, and then turned and walked away.

Returning to the fire, Murong Ji did some simple exercises, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice his internal energy.

It's really uncomfortable to live in this desolate mountain area.

When he was drowsy at night, he suddenly heard footsteps. Murong Ji frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

In the forest where the moonlight slowly passed, countless figures flashed!
【Going for them! 】

What an unexpected disaster! Murong Ji stood up suddenly, his heart tightened, and jumped away from his original position.

"bump!"

A featherless arrow was pinned to his original position. Murong Ji frowned slightly. This is a crossbow! What a good thing.

【Then don't blame me for ruining your business. 】

He summoned his inner strength and shouted, "Enemy attack!"

The rumbling sound made Murong Ji feel dizzy and his ears kept buzzing.

At this moment, he finally understood why the skills of transmitting sound waves through internal force were so rare. Not everyone could practice it.

There is no method, you can torture yourself to death! But the power is strong, at this moment he feels his body is numb, as if he has been electrocuted.

He jumped onto the tree in a few steps and hid in the darkness. Those people really didn't intend to let him go. The figures around him slowly surrounded him, and Murong Ji's face turned blue.

If you wait any longer, you'll be in trouble!

We must strike first!

Murong Ji broke off a branch, used his internal strength, and threw it out, directly piercing the man in black who was closest to him.

While killing one person, he also exposed his position, and countless figures flashed and rushed over.

[What an unexpected disaster! Damn it! ]

Murong Ji exhaled and felt someone attacking him from behind. He turned around abruptly and fought back.

Kill with one blow!
Murong Ji looked at his hand in a daze. The attack he counterattacked was several times more lethal than the attack he received!

Before I could think about it, someone rushed up again.

Murong Ji has become proficient in Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and the effect of his frequent practice with his senior brother Liu Guangyi has also been seen.

After becoming familiar with their attacking methods, Murong Ji began to imitate their attacking methods, and the power of Xiao Wuxiang Gong was demonstrated at this time.

(End of this chapter)