115 The Trail of the Immortal Cultivators (1)


    Outside Ningzhou City, the defeated Qingxuan Army had fled. The ck Tiger Army hade out in full force and chased after them. The top half of the city wall was suddenly empty, leaving only a few people to guard it.


    As for Jiang Ming and Guan Feng, no one was going near them.


    The ordinary soldiers only thought that General Dong was a genius who broke through during the battle. However, the Dao Masters could vaguely see that this mysterious Grandmaster, who had disguised himself as Dong Jiusheng, hade to save the day because of Guan Feng.


    Now that this Grandmaster was obviously looking for General Guan, who would dare approach him?


    !!


    At the corner of the city gate tower, Guan Feng said slowly, “Charging into the enemy formation alone, killing ten Dao Masters in a row, and breaking through in the fight to be a Grandmaster… Your heroic deeds will definitely spread throughout the world in a few days, and everyone will know!”


    He looked at “Dong Jiusheng” in front of him and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Actually, I don’t really care who you are.”


    “That’s right!”


    Jiang Mingughed and then looked at the crenels beside him. There was a small pot of mulled wine on it.


    “The wine is still warm, don’t waste it!”


    Jiang Ming poured a ss for Guan Feng and another ss for himself. He sat on the crenels casually, raised his hand, and drank it all in one go.


    Jiang Ming smacked his lips, took a long breath in satisfaction, and poured another ss.


    Guan Feng had no choice but to sit at the other end of the crenels and apany the Grandmaster with a strange temper. He drank ss after ss of wine until everyst drop was finished.


    Jiang Ming was still thinking about the aftertaste of the old wine.


    However, Guan Feng did not give up and said, “The people in the city and the soldiers of the ck Tiger Army should know who turned the tide. Everyone needs a hero’s name to support them. The name of a Grandmaster should be remembered!”


    “There are many heroes in the city. cksmiths who help to forge swords, porters who carry artillery, and women who transport the injured. And, of course, the soldiers who have suffered countless casualties! Without them, Ningzhou City would not havested until I came to help.” Jiang Ming looked at Guan Feng and chuckled.


    As he was talking, he suddenly saw the fine wrinkles on Guan Feng’s face, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes. Only then did he realize that the toughest man in Tiger Hunting Vige was also gradually getting older.


    Jiang Ming was dazed.


    Thirty years had passed in a hurry, and some of his old friends had already disappeared.


    Jiang Ming shook his ss and drank thest mouthful of the wine. He stood up and looked at Guan Feng, chuckling, “Anyone can be a hero. Even if a person knows that a certain blind and frivolous boy doesn’t want to stay in their vige, they are willing to amodate him temporarily and selflessly teach him everything, letting him know that in this cold and dangerous world, there are still kind people.”


    Guan Feng’s face was filled with doubt. Then, he seemed to have thought of something. His face gradually revealed a shocked expression as he looked at Jiang Ming in a daze.


    Guan Feng stood up immediately.


    Jiang Ming had already jumped onto the wall, his clothes fluttering in the wind, “Goodbye, Master Guan. I, Zhang Shan, will be leaving too!”


    The strong wind blew up the endless fallen leaves. Jiang Ming’s figure swept in the wind and disappeared into the horizon.


    Guan Feng was still standing there in a daze until a figure ran up from the city wall and came to his side.


    “General Dong has already woken up. He’s fine, but I don’t see who knocked him out.”


    Peng Lu looked left and right, and suddenly said in shock, “Where is the Grandmaster? You’re letting him go? You didn’t ask him to stay for dinner?”


    Guan Feng came back to his senses and nced at him unhappily. He pointed at the sses, “The Grandmaster used these. Maybe some of his talent will run off on you.”


    Peng Lu hurriedly picked it up, afraid that it would be snatched away by someone.


    Then, he quickly asked, “By the way, what’s the name of the Grandmaster? He can’t be a nobody, right?”


    Guan Feng’s eyes looked at the distant mountains. No one knew what he was looking at. After a long while, he slowly said, “Zhang Shan.”


    * * *


    On the official road, the figure of a young man carrying a bag on his back was walking slowly.


    In front of them, a city could be vaguely seen.


    It was Qinglin City!


    He vaguely remembered that stormy night in Qinglin City.


    Jiang Ming shook his head and smiled. He entered the city and walked aimlessly on the street. After a while, he looked up somewhere.


    “As expected.”


    The clothing store, which Miss Wang once owned, had gone through a few changes and was now a tea shop.


    “However, it seems to still be within the Nameless’s sphere of influence!”


    Jiang Ming nced at the shopkeeper in the shop. The aura of a martial artist could not escape his increasingly keen perception, and his face was also disguised.


    Walking in the city, Jiang Ming met such people one after another. There were even many obscure eyes that swept over him. He estimated that information about him had already been registered.