Chapter Thirty: The Bright Camel of the Northern Desert
In the main world, there are many forces and factions, it is a world dominated by Jianghu schools. Although Luo Zhen was lucky enough to have the elder of the super sect "Wuji Palace" as his teacher, he still can't rest easy.
Lu Zhan, who had an extra lifetime of memories, deeply understood that if he wanted to live a life without constraints, he must have immense power. Power was sometimes an unstoppable force that could not be underestimated.
Haven't you heard the famous saying "Once you enter the Jianghu, your body is no longer yours"? And the Jianghu is indeed the greatest force. If one doesn't possess the power to make a significant move, they can only drift with the current and become mere floating clouds.
This is also the reason why Luo Zhen made up his mind to build a team of his own, and the formula for "Wu Bao Hua Mi Jiu" will have a great use in the rise of a high-ranking master in a lower-level force.
"It's time to go to Mount Hua."
Lu Zhan, who had been silent for a moment, thought of the "Five Mountains Sword Sect" and the "Sun Moon Divine Cult" after passing through the cave behind the Thinking Cliff, and the many sword techniques left by the older generation of masters. His heart couldn't help but feel some movement.
Although the "Huashan School" still has a veteran figure - Feng Qingyang, as the former leader of the "Huashan Sword Sect", Feng Qingyang has been in seclusion for many years due to various past events and has no intention of asking about the right and wrong of the Jianghu.
It was, after all, a long-planned trip for Luo Zhan, and he wouldn't let slip the opportunity to broaden his horizons in martial arts. Moreover, if he could meet Feng Qingyang, the successor of the "Dugu Nine Swords" style, this trip to the "Laughing in the Wind and Clouds" world would be worthwhile.
Immediately, Luo Zhuo decided to set off for Mount Hua and no longer hesitated. He got out of bed, tidied himself up a bit, and headed straight for a famous wine house in the city. Last time he came in a hurry and didn't have time to taste the delicious food here.
"Heirloom..."
"Drive!"
Half a time later, Lu Zhen, who was full of wine and food, bought another good horse at the horse farm near the city gate, and then he went out of the city gate with ease, along the wide and solid official road, and left.
Mount Hua is located within Shaanxi, a long way from Luoyang Flower City. Relying solely on qinggong to hurry along would greatly exhaust one's internal energy and true qi; just recovering what was spent would waste quite a bit of time.
It is often the case that when Luo Zhan goes out, he lavishes gold and silver, rides a fine horse, and even if he practices his "ladder cloud soaring" skills every day, it is still a solitary endeavor, with him walking shoulder to shoulder with his horse, measuring his steps as he goes, and yet feeling carefree.
"Hoof prints..."
"Little rabbit, get down from the camel!"
Lu Zhan, who was riding his horse at full gallop, was suddenly startled by a loud and fierce shout that came from tens of feet ahead.
"Heirloom..."
In a distance of over ten zhang, in the blink of an eye, Luo Zhen, who was riding on horseback, came back to his senses and found that his swift horse had already galloped to the front of an old man.
As Luo Zhuang pulled the reins, the proud horse let out a pained whinny and its front legs stood up straight, finally stopping its forward charge.
"Not bad, not bad! The little rabbit's horse-riding skills are indeed worth a look!"
Luo Zhuang saw the old man with a hump on his back, who was blocking the way, nodding his head in approval. But before Luo Zhuang could speak, the old man's tone suddenly changed and he turned to scold a small humped camel by the side of the road.
"Good grandson, now another grandson has sent over a horse, you and I can save our legs! Hehe..."
"Is 'Sai Bei Ming Tuo' Mu Gaofeng?"
Upon hearing the ugly and vicious words of the hunchbacked old man, Luo Zhen's face suddenly turned cold. Then, with a raised eyebrow, as if thinking of something, he spoke in a light and airy tone.
However, it was the two hunchbacks that suddenly reminded Luo Zhen of two characters from the "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" world. One was a master from outside the Great Wall known as "Camel Hump of the Northern Desert" - Muge Feng, and the other was the young owner of the Fuwei Escort Agency - Lin Pingzhi.
"Oh? Little rabbit recognizes grandpa!"
When Luo Zhuang called out his own name, "Se Beiming Tu", Mu Gaofeng seemed to be quite unexpected, and turned back, with a hint of excitement in his tone, exclaiming.
"Are you Lin Pingzhi?"
In response to Mu Gaofeng's inquiry about "Sai Bei Ming Tuo", Luo Zhen seemed not to have heard it at all, and instead turned his head to gaze at a grey-robed camel by the roadside. His tone was inquiring, yet firm and decisive, as if he had already confirmed Lin Ping's identity.
And not to mention "Se Beiming Lü" Mu Gaofeng, Lin Pingzhi is a "Laughing in the Wind and Clouds" character who is quite appreciated by Luo Zhen. Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable, after his family was destroyed and he became homeless, Lin Pingzhi gradually transformed from a poor and humble vagrant to a ruthless and tragic figure.
Lin Pingzhi ultimately walked to the end of the road, personally killing his wife Yue Lingshan. This was also due to human nature. He had witnessed the truth about how Yue Buqun stole the ancestral sword manual and was suspected by Yue Buqun. Lin Pingzhi could be said to have changed overnight from being safe and sound to being in grave danger. Under such circumstances, no one could be trusted, let alone Yue Lingshan, the daughter of his enemy?
Under the raging flames of revenge, Lin Ping's future path will be just like Fu Hongxue in the "Gu Long" world, living only for revenge!
Yue Lingshan ultimately became the sacrifice for Lin Ping's revenge. Perhaps it was because of the "Wooden High Peak" camel's poisonous back that blinded his eyes, and Lin Ping's mentality became extreme again. Maybe he regretted it afterwards, but the mistake had already been made, and he could only swallow the consequences!
"How dare you! You actually ignored your wooden grandfather's question!"
Luó Zhàn was as calm as the air, but Mù Gāofēng, the notorious "Camel of Northern Shaanxi", suddenly became enraged and his face turned red with anger. He let out a strange cry and his club slipped from his hand, flying straight at Luó Zhàn's throat.
"Be careful!"
Looking at the attacking and killing scythe, Luo Zhan didn't think much of it. However, the hunchbacked boy by the side of the road was shouting a warning in his mouth, apparently having suffered from the "Sai Bei Ming Tuo" scythe many times before.
"This little trick is nothing; how can it affect me?"
Rumors of the hunchbacked youth's reminder, Luo Zhen's face slightly revealed a smile, opening his mouth to shout at the same time, his right hand flashed out like lightning, and a "clang" sound of metal clashing was heard, the sickle head of the crutch flying towards Luo Zhen had been knocked open by his fingers.
"Little rabbit, indeed has a set, and eats grandfather with a flying scissor kick!"
Seeing that he was about to be killed by a ruthless blow, Luo Zhen easily deflected it. Mu Gaofeng's heart skipped a beat as the ferocious color in his triangular eyes reappeared, and after a low, ominous cry, he reached out and took off the "rotating knife sickle" from the top of his crutch, using all his strength to throw it at Luo Zhen.
"Hum! Obstinate and ignorant!"
As soon as he heard "Sebei Mingtuo" Mu Gaofeng's strange and loud shout, Luo Zhan's face was suddenly covered with a layer of frost, and after a cold hum, both hands shot out at the same time, pinching into a "finger flicking" shape, striking towards the swirling "Rotating Blade Flying Sickle", and then made a sword finger movement, obviously truly angry about Mu Gaofeng's behavior.
(Collection sought, recommendation sought, thank you......)
