The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 89: Fire at the city gate affects all
"Sir, during this period, the Qian family has repeatedly provoked our Chen family's business, ruining several of our deals."

"How about we ask for help from the young master? With our well-trained and well-equipped Iron Guards, the Qian family is nothing to worry about."

In the quiet cabin, the energetic butler in a black robe stroked his gray beard and spoke solemnly.

An encounter an hour ago allowed the old butler to fully witness Shen Yuanliang's ability to shoot arrows without missing a target, as well as the Iron Guards, all of whom were at the eighth level of martial arts and decisive in killing.

Such a powerful force joining the Chen family will definitely resolve the crisis of the Chen family in Fuzhou.

"Cough cough!"

A burst of rapid coughing sounded. Chen Qingwen resisted the pain in his heart and objected strongly: "No, the Qian family is just a force that has been pushed to the surface. There are even greater forces in the dark."

To be honest, Chen Qingwen was shocked to see Shen Yuanliang change from his honest and kind self yesterday and show a ruthless, decisive and resolute side, but at the same time he felt very relieved.

However, the crisis encountered by the Chen family this time was not a simple one. Bandits, sea merchants, and high-ranking officials were all involved. The family guards suffered heavy casualties, and even he, who was a fourth-grade martial artist, was secretly injured.

The storm is about to come. At this moment, Chen Qingwen doesn't want Shen Yuanliang to jump into the fire pit and bring him unnecessary crisis.

"But, your injury!"

Hearing this, the old butler said anxiously.

"It's okay. After returning to Fuzhou, I will completely shrink my family's businesses and give up everything that should be given up."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Chen Qingwen said decisively.

The Chen family of Fuzhou has existed for hundreds of years and has encountered countless crises. If they really encountered a storm that they were unable to withstand, they could only reluctantly give up their industries outside Fuzhou.

After a moment, Chen Qingwen sighed and said with a guilty look on his face, "I have not taken good care of my parents in all these years. I have not even visited my sister for many years. I am very ashamed."

"Sir, the Chen family is small and has few members."

"If you hadn't worked hard and run around all these years, how could the Chen family be as glorious as it is now?"

Supporting the frail Chen Qingwen, the old housekeeper said with great concern.

……

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the blue waves of the sea, sparkling, the gorgeous sunset glow is like fire, the setting sun is like blood, giving people a feeling of sadness.

"We have arrived at Fuzhou Prefecture."

On the deck, facing the sunset, Shen Yuanliang looked at the majestic Fuzhou City, which looked like a sea beast crawling on the ground. His deep and bright gaze was like the stars in the sky, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Master, the master craftsman who can forge the red cannon is in the southern part of Fuzhou."

As the breeze blew gently, Dongmei, who was standing beside her, gently twisted her hair in front of her chest and spoke solemnly.

Shen Yuanliang traveled thousands of miles from Jinzhou to Yuegang, Zhangzhou, not only to purchase food, iron and other supplies, but also to search for a master craftsman who could cast the red cannon.

Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways.

Shen Yuanliang and his companions disappeared for nearly an hour or two just to gather intelligence. Fortunately, they gained some information, but the cost was really not cheap, a full three thousand taels of silver, and there was just one problem.

"People from Fuwei Escort Agency? Aren't these Escort Leader Zheng and his men? What are they doing back? The Qingcheng Sect is not to be trifled with! Hey!"

"Are the people around Escort Leader Zheng reinforcements from the Fuwei Escort Agency? Judging from their appearance, they should be quite powerful, but I wonder if they can defeat the Qingcheng Sect?"

"Isn't that the young master of the Chen family business? How did he get involved? Alas! A group of outsiders have made our Fuzhou city breathless, it's simply too much!" After an incense stick of time, Shen Yuanliang and his group stepped on the bluestone paved street. They were very eye-catching. People around them were pointing and talking, and they were the focus of everyone's attention.

Feeling the worried gazes of the people around them, as well as the often-talked-about Fuwei Escort Agency and Qingcheng Sect, Escort Leader Zheng and his men felt their hearts sink as an ominous premonition came to their minds.

The Fuwei Escort Agency spans the entire East City District and heads straight for the West City District. The bustling streets in the past are now quiet, with no one around, as if it were a ghost town.

The pitch-black plaque fell to the ground, the four big characters "Fuwei Escort Agency" broke into several pieces, and the majestic stone lions were covered with spots of blood.

Several headless corpses were lying not far from the stone lions, with no one to collect them. In the scorching hot weather, they smelled faintly, and flies were flying all over the sky, making a buzzing sound.

A long sword mark stretched for dozens of feet, like an uncrossable ravine, dividing the entire Fuwei Escort Agency, with hell on one side and the world on the other.

"Someone from Fuwei Escort Agency?"

"Kill me!"

Just when Shen Yuanliang and his men were less than thirty steps away from the Fuwei Escort Agency, a sudden voice was heard, followed by the sound of swords being drawn.

Suddenly, dozens of Qingcheng Sect disciples dressed in black and wearing conical hats came over with swords in their hands. The sword energy spread out into the sky, raising a cloud of dust.

"Da Zhuang, get rid of them."

Looking at the Qingcheng Sect disciples who appeared out of nowhere and quietly emerged from rooftops and trees, Shen Yuanliang turned the jade ring in his hand and called out softly.

The fire at the city gate affected innocent people as well. Judging from the attack formation of the elite disciples of Qingcheng Sect, in addition to dealing with Zheng Biaotou and his men, they also wanted to deal with Shen Yuanliang and his group.

Being extremely domineering and lawless, Shen Yuanliang felt a surge of nameless anger in his heart, and a barely perceptible murderous intent flashed in his obsidian eyes.

To be honest, the Fuwei Escort Agency is not familiar with Shen Yuanliang. If it weren't for Escort Leader Zheng and the others, Shen Yuanliang would have gone to Nancheng District long ago. Now that the Qingcheng Sect is looking for death and has dragged him into it for no reason, don't blame him.

"Bang bang bang!"

On one side were scattered soldiers and on the other side were well-trained iron guards. The situation suddenly became one-sided and the elite disciples of Qingcheng Sect fell down in large numbers, like wheat being cut.

"Stop it, you sons of bitches!"

Seeing that the situation was not developing in the direction he expected, a slightly short middle-aged man wearing a Sichuan opera mask flashed by and shouted.

A dazzling white light flashed by, and the Songfeng sword technique in his hand was as strong as a pine tree and as fast as the wind. A series of afterimages flashed by, making people dazzled.

The sharp sword energy turned into a sword rain that covered the sky, and wherever it passed, tiles were turned into mustard powder, as if it was determined to kill everyone.

"Be careful, this is the Songfeng Sword Technique of the Qingcheng Sect. This sword technique emphasizes speed and strength, and it is agile. Don't let him get the upper hand!"

Looking at the Qingcheng Sect's leader Yu Canghai who was rushing towards him, especially his fierce sword skills, Chen Qingwen coughed repeatedly and reminded him anxiously.

If Chen Qingwen hadn't been too seriously injured to use force, he would have rushed forward long ago. If the situation was really critical, he would have had no choice but to fight to the death to get a glimmer of hope for his nephew's life.

"Qingcheng Sect's Yu the Shorty, your opponent is me, your grandfather."

"watch out!"

After saying that, Shen Yuanliang took out the iron bow from behind him, drew the bow and put arrows on it. Three long arrows lay across the bow, emitting a chilling cold air.

(End of this chapter)