Chapter 686 Escape

"What's the use of these rabble gathering together?"

Cheng Xiong and a group of confidants were sitting in the original city lord's palace. After this period of development, Chen Daomen's disciples suddenly expanded to two hundred people. Most of these people are bandits who have been exposed to martial arts. In peacetime, they are at the bottom of the world, unable to access the martial arts of the upper levels, and are stepped on by others.

After the chaos, these people took advantage of the chaos and took part in the previous looting of Shacheng. Now that the situation is stable, these people sneaked back from outside. They heard that there was a sect here that taught excellent martial arts for free, so they sneaked in.

With a mentality that I would rather believe, I became a disciple of Chen Daomen.

"People are the force. When there are enough people, we are the force."

Cheng Xiong is sitting on the main seat with white smoke rising from his head, which is a sign of practicing internal strength.

"If someone really has made enough contributions, where can we get the magical power and pass it on to him?"

Excellent martial arts is not a piece of cake.

Cheng Xiong himself has never seen it, so how can he take it out.

"If there is really someone who can make so many contributions, then he is from our Yellow River Sect." Cheng Xiong glanced at Qi Wan, somewhat dissatisfied with the limitations of this subordinate's gaze.

No wonder I can only attack myself.

If you don’t even understand human nature, how can you achieve great things? It was Cheng Xiong who applied for the trip to Yu Country. He is not a person who sticks to his duty. In his opinion, opportunities are everywhere in troubled times. As long as he can seize it, he can sit where the leader can sit.

Chen Daomen developed rapidly. In order to supplement the consumption of the sect, Cheng Xiong started a business like a bandit. They plundered the weaker ones. The people under Chen Daomen were no different from bandits. They burned, killed, kidnapped and committed all kinds of evil.

Chen Yuan became increasingly silent.

The thoughts in my mind became stronger and stronger.

Chen Hen hid in the room and tinkered with poison. This idea was suggested by one of his five consciousnesses. After it was determined that he could not practice martial arts, these brains found a new way out for him.

"Revenge! Learn magical skills!!"

Cheng Xiong stood at the highest position in the City Lord's Mansion and shouted to the disciples of Chen Daomen below.

"Revenge! Learn magical skills!!"

Under Cheng Xiong's deliberate guidance, the following disciples were divided into three, six or nine levels. The second-generation disciple stood closest to him, enjoying the same glory as him, followed by the third-generation disciple. These people didn't believe Cheng Xiong at first and came here with the intention of deceiving cheats. But after being around for so long, their mentality has long changed.

Like Cheng Xiong, they have become vested interests of Chen Daomen.

This group of people who enjoyed the benefits, together with Cheng Xiong, held high the title of "Southwest Hero". The funny thing is that none of these people have ever seen the Southwest Hero, and some of them can even shout Chen Zhenghe's name. wrong.

"This is Jianghu"

Chen Yuan stood closest to Cheng Xiong and once again had a clear understanding of Jianghu.

There is no right or wrong here.

There is only strength and weakness.

As the daughter of the Southwest Hero, Chen Yuan is the symbol of Chen Dao Clan and the young sect leader in the eyes of these people. Originally, Cheng Xiong wanted Chen Hen to be the young leader, but unfortunately Chen Yuan refused. When the proposal was made, Cheng Xiong felt the murderous intention of sharing the same fate from this woman, so he chose to give in.

They are all insignificant little people anyway. As long as they don't affect the overall situation, Cheng Xiong doesn't care about small details.

Half a year later.

Chen Daomen became the largest sect in the north, with two thousand formal disciples and one hundred thousand vassal disciples. Unlike formal disciples, vassal disciples only need to shout a slogan to join Chen Dao Clan. After that, all they have to do is complete tasks with the formal disciples in exchange for meritorious deeds rewarded by the sect.

If you can pay the money and martial arts, you can obtain the status of a formal disciple, and in the future you are expected to learn the magical skills pioneered by the Southwest Hero!

That's right, superior martial arts has become a magical skill.

No doubt about authenticity.

"There is really not enough food, and there is no way within the church to support us anymore. Let us find a way on our own."

Qi Wan paced back and forth anxiously.

Chen Daomen expanded so fast that he felt panicked. This was completely different from the plan they had planned when they first came to Yu State. The mission the leader had given them was to develop Jianghu forces, find opportunities to infiltrate those anti-thief forces, and occupy high positions for the future.

But now they themselves have become the largest grass-head king in the north of Yu State, and there are no less than three groups of rebels under Chen Daomen's name. King Qi, who once looted Shacheng, is now the honorary elder of their Chen Dao Sect. His biggest dream is to recruit enough formal disciples and learn the supreme magical skills of the sect.

"Then go grab it."

"Every place that can be robbed has been robbed, and there is absolutely no money to be squeezed out of the common people!"

"Then go to Fucheng."

Cheng Xiong said calmly. His internal strength has become deeper. If it were not for the lack of upper-level mental skills, his martial arts would have broken through long ago. Even now, his strength is several times stronger than before. No one in Chen Daomen is his opponent.

"Are you crazy?!"

Qi Wan stopped and looked at Cheng Xiong.

He's not stupid.

Even a fool can't be the deputy incense master. Unlike Cheng Xiong, Qi Wannan's main task besides helping Cheng Xiong is to monitor him and prevent him from getting rich.

"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared."

Cheng Xiong stood up, patted Qi Wan on the shoulder when he passed by him, and left the hall alone.

Qi Wan looked at Cheng Xiong's retreating back with twinkling eyes.

Chance

Small courtyard.

When Cheng Xiong was preparing to take action, the Chen family siblings were also discussing countermeasures in the courtyard.

"Sister, you can go alone and don't worry about me."

Chen Hen looked at his sister Chen Yuan and said seriously.

He knew that he was the one who dragged Chen Yuan down. If he hadn't taken care of him, Chen Yuan would have easily escaped from Shacheng with her current martial arts skills. But he couldn't do it. His weak body couldn't practice Qing Gong, and he would be caught back within a short time if he tried to escape.

"rest assured."

Chen Yuan put her hand on her brother's head and rubbed it twice gently.

"I will definitely get you out."

She has made up her mind to take her little brother out of here no matter what. Cheng Xiong is a lunatic. His ambition exceeds his own strength. If he continues like this, he will collapse sooner or later. Chen Yuan, who has seen masters of the Demon Sect, knows better than anyone else how terrifying those people are.

Opportunities come quickly.

Ten days later.

Chen Daomen attacked Fucheng, and the whole north was in chaos. Seeing this, several grass-headed kings in the south rose up at the same time. The already shaky Yu State collapsed completely under this attack. The old emperor died on the dragon throne, and the new emperor, who was only three years old, succeeded to the throne.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Daomen would sweep the world and become a new dragon, Chen Daomen's deputy sect leader Cheng Xiong suddenly died suddenly inside the door.

The young sect leader Chen Yuan is missing, and the whereabouts of the protector Qi Wan are unknown.

Chen Daomen, who was at the height of his power, fell apart. The myth of the secret code of magical power was exposed, and the situation was like a landslide, turning into a pot of porridge.

Huangsha Ridge.

Chen Yuan was covered in blood and fought her way out of the rebel army with Chen Hen on her back. She had been planning for this day for a long time, and the only surprise was Cheng Xiong's death. Chen Yuan's original plan was to expose Cheng Xiong's scam and disrupt the situation in Chen Daomen. But no one expected that Cheng Xiong would suddenly die in the door, and the person who killed him was like a ghost, coming and going without a trace.

This feeling reminded Chen Yuan of the demon sect that destroyed their Chen family.

Maybe Cheng Xiong himself didn't expect that by borrowing the name of Southwest Hero, he would provoke the strong men of the Demon Sect. In the final analysis, Cheng Xiong's level is too low. He has never seen a real martial arts master and does not understand how terrifying the top masters are.

Bang bang bang.

The people chasing behind fell one after another.

"poison?"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised.

"I can still be of some help." A smile appeared on Chen Hen's pale face.

He was finally no longer a drag and felt the breath of life, even with poison! He also wants to poison his way out.

"certainly."

Chen Yuan jumped up with a smile. The two siblings were like dragons returning to the sea, no longer under anyone's control.

Sky.

The red demon star dragged a long bloody trail in the sky.

A few days later.

Heavy rain, abandoned inn.

Chen Hen's body has recovered a little. Although he is still unable to practice internal skills, he is able to move freely. He sat at the door and used medicine to exercise his body. This is the path he found. Since there is no way to practice internal skills, he can practice external skills.

Progress was slow at the beginning, but as time went by, the practice of external skills gradually improved.

Xiyuyu!

The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, and a group of wanderers riding yellow geldings stopped in front of the inn door. Chen Yuan, who heard the noise, put down her work and walked out of the back room.

One person got off his horse and stopped in front of the door.

"It's difficult to travel on a rainy night. I hope it will be more convenient to stay overnight." The leader did not expect that there was someone in this abandoned inn, so he said with his hands.

"This is an inn, and we are just lodgers."

After confirming that these people were not from Chen Daomen, Chen Yuan quietly released her hand holding the weapon and cupped her hands towards them.

After thanking them, the group quickly led the horses to the nearby stable, and then went into the fire to cook dry food. Judging from their skillful movements, they should have been accustomed to this kind of life.

"The Way of the Burial Sword."

Chen Yuan sat down next to Chen Hen and whispered.

When Chen Hen heard this, he immediately looked over, and sure enough, he saw a black mark on the waist of one of them. That mark was the mark of a disciple of the Sword Burial Dao. When the Chen Dao Sect was at its peak, the two siblings took the opportunity to come into contact with many Jianghu sects in the Yu Kingdom, and they had some impressions.

"Aren't they from the sect in the south?"

The Burial Sword Road is far away from the north, and it will take at least two months to reach it in a straight line. Such a group of people suddenly appeared in the Northland, definitely not just for hanging out.

"Not sure."

Chen Yuan shook her head and then reminded her again.

"Anyway, be careful."

A night of silence.

When Chen Hen woke up the next day, the group of people who buried Kendo had left, and Chen Yuan was cooking dry food outside.

"Everyone's gone?"

"Let's go. Those people are not weak in martial arts. It's best not to provoke them."

Chen Yuan reminded him uneasily. She was afraid that her little brother would be too curious and cause unnecessary trouble. (End of chapter)