A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"Huh? Why is there an extra carriage on the opposite side?" Suddenly he noticed something strange and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Looking at the carriage pulling the hearse and Master Ma, a nameless anger surged into his heart, and the fire seemed to burst out of his eyes and burn everything around him.

The carriage was plain, but also spacious and exquisite. The wood grain on the shaft was clearly visible, as if telling its story.

The two horses pulling the cart were originally fat and strong, and at this moment they were both wearing thick white vests. The cotton-padded jackets were bulging and tightly wrapped around the horses' bodies, as if they were wearing a layer of special armor.

The edge of the jacket is trimmed with a furry border, which sways gently with the movement of the horse, making it look funny and cute.

On top of it was an extra-large snow-proof straw raincoat. The material of the raincoat was obviously not ordinary stuff. The fine weaving patterns seemed to show the care of the person who made it.

The straw raincoats hung from the horses' backs to the ground. They were wide and long. From a distance, it looked like a huge, thick and mysterious cloak was covering the horses, making the two horses instantly look like majestic heroes.

The thick cotton sleeves on the horse's feet were so thick and soft that every step felt like stepping on clouds. From a distance, the cotton sleeves looked like two huge ones, wrapping the horse's hooves tightly, with only a little bit of black hoof tip showing.

The hat on his head was like a lotus leaf, with a wide brim that covered most of the horse's face. A thin layer of snow accumulated on the top of the hat, and as the horse swayed, the snowflakes fell down like flowers scattered by a fairy.

Looking at Xiao Sanlang again, he was smiling and holding a handful of roasted beans, feeding the horses one by one. His face was filled with an extremely proud smile, and he was still muttering: "My dears, eat more and work hard later. If you perform well, you two can do whatever you want along the way. Let you also enjoy the happiness of having two wives."

"How ridiculous!" Thinking that the beauty's cotton robe was not his, the imperial teacher's heart instantly ignited with jealousy, his face flushed red, like a boiled shrimp smeared with chili sauce. The most hateful thing is yet to come.

That bird, that white crow was actually standing on the roof of the coffin carriage like a statue.

Its feathers looked even whiter against the backdrop of snowflakes. Its little head kept turning, and its pair of black bean-like eyes rolled around, as if to say, "Humph, you little brats, I'll stare at you all."

Yang Danzi, he was also wearing a white vest jacket, but the jacket obviously didn't fit him well and hung loosely on him, like a child who had stolen adult clothes.

The sleeves were so long that they almost dragged on the ground. When he raised his hands, the sleeves swung back and forth like water sleeves. The collar of the cotton jacket was open, revealing his small neck.

He wore a straw hat pulled down so low that it almost covered his eyes, leaving only a pointed chin. From a distance, he looked like a tomb robber, as funny as it could be.

Seeing this, the National Master felt truly sad and hateful. His life in this tent was simply horrible, worse than that of beasts!

He was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed angrily: "These bastards are living so happily. I will make you cry for your parents and pay the price for it!"

He was breathing heavily through his nose, like an angry bull, ready to rush out and fight someone at any time.

On the dark roof of a tent not far away, two heads, one large and one small, poked out secretly, like two cautious little moles. They were Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan.

Xiao Sizha's round head, eyes wide open, showing nervousness and curiosity, stared at the vague black shadow on the top of the tent without blinking. Sikong Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, frowned, and looked serious.

Shui Qinglian, wearing a cape and a straw hat, walked slowly around the coffin carriage. Her steps were light and her white robe fluttered, as if she was dancing in the snow.

The Imperial Master hid in the dark, like a wolf waiting for an opportunity, his eyes fixed on the movements around the carriage, looking for a chance to strike.

He was thinking in his heart: He found one person feeding the horses and another person guarding. The one guarding was his gentle and refined apprentice, but he was a weakling who could not withstand a single blow. Now that the patrol had passed, it was a good time to strike.

Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the national teacher. His figure flashed, and he rushed towards the hearse as swiftly as a night owl.

His speed was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing the silent night sky, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind. His figure was like a ghost, erratic and elusive.

At this moment, Shui Qinglian's sharp intuition made him instantly aware of something unusual. She suddenly stood beside the hearse, slapped the body of the car without hesitation, and shouted loudly: "There is an assassin!" This shout was like a thunderclap, breaking the tranquility of the night.

In an instant, more than ten sharp arrows shot out from the car body, flashing with cold light, like angry poisonous snakes, flying towards the black shadow flying in the air. Each arrow made a sound of breaking wind, as if it was going to shoot the black shadow into a hedgehog.

Xiao Sanlang reacted even faster. His figure was as fast as a meteor. In a flash of lightning, he had swung his sword straight into the black shadow's brow. His sword skills were extremely sharp, and his sword force was like a violent storm, with an unstoppable momentum. The sword flashed with cold light, as if it was going to split the darkness apart.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense. The air was filled with murderous intent, and the snowflakes seemed to be infected by the tense atmosphere, fluttering wildly.

The Imperial Master was not at all flustered by this sudden attack. He twisted his body strangely in the air and avoided several sharp arrows.

At the same time, he clapped his palms, and a powerful internal force gushed out, shaking away the sharp arrows shot at him. Under the impact of his internal force, those sharp arrows turned into countless fragments and flew everywhere.

Xiao Sanlang's sword followed him like a shadow, pressing the Imperial Master. The Imperial Master dodged to the side, swung his hand back, and sent a stream of internal force towards Xiao Sanlang. Xiao Sanlang was not afraid at all, and with a turn of his sword, he split the internal force.

The two fought back and forth, and it was hard to separate them. The surrounding snowflakes were stirred up by their internal energy and flew all over the sky, forming a huge vortex of snow and fog.

Soon after, another carriage also had a figure jumping out. This person was undoubtedly Lubu. He jumped out like lightning, waving a sharp knife in his hand, and ran towards the man in black.

The blade light was like a blooming ephemeral flower in the dark night, flashing again and again, dazzling and fierce. Every strike of the blade had the power to break the wind, as if to split the darkness open.