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n115 The Trail of the Immortal Cultivators (1)

nOutside Ningzhou City, the defeated Qingxuan Army had fled. The Black Tiger Army had come 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.

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

nThe 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, had come to save the day because of Guan Feng.

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

nAt 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 become a Grandmaster… Your heroic deeds will definitely spread throughout the world in a few days, and everyone will know!”

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

n“That’s right!”

nJiang Ming laughed and then looked at the crenels beside him. There was a small pot of mulled wine on it.

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

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

nJiang Ming smacked his lips, took a long breath in satisfaction, and poured another glass.

nGuan Feng had no choice but to sit at the other end of the crenels and accompany the Grandmaster with a strange temper. He drank glass after glass of wine until every last drop was finished.

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

nHowever, Guan Feng did not give up and said, “The people in the city and the soldiers of the Black 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!”

n“There are many heroes in the city. Blacksmiths 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 have lasted until I came to help.” Jiang Ming looked at Guan Feng and chuckled.

nAs 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 Village was also gradually getting older.

nJiang Ming was dazed.

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

nJiang Ming shook his glass and drank the last 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 village, they are willing to accommodate him temporarily and selflessly teach him everything, letting him know that in this cold and dangerous world, there are still kind people.”

nGuan 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.

nGuan Feng stood up immediately.

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

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

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

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

nPeng 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?”

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

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

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

nGuan 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.”

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

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

nIt was Qinglin City!

nHe vaguely remembered that stormy night in Qinglin City.

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

n“As expected.”

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

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

nJiang Ming glanced 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.

nWalking 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.

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