Han Fang sat in front of the desk, stroking a gold knife with a diamond-shaped handle, which was a decorative knife with little practicality. He was thinking about when to use it for some silver money to exchange for some money to help the shriveled village to solve the urgent problem. He put down the gold knife. There was also an ivory micro-carved Diamond Sutra paperweight on the table. Han Fang touched the dense small characters of mosquitoes and flies engraved on the paperweight, and sighed heavily, starving the hero to death with one penny.

Han Fang lives on the floor of Zhongyi Hall. When he opens the window, he can see the apricot yellow flag standing on the bluestone square. He is not like many men in the village who have been wretched for the sake of happiness. He has always been cleansing himself over the years and has not plundered women to go up the mountain to do the escaping tools. In the past, he went down the mountain to kill the rich and help the poor, or blocked the paths. The delicate and pretty women he met were distributed to his brothers. Song Kui and Fang Dayi, the brothers who were sitting in the first few chairs, were not greedy for money. He only liked to be jealous of women and fought. Every time he asked him and Zhang Xiucheng to persuade the fight to calm the situation.

Like this time, Song Kui was cut off his head on the court. The wives and concubines he left in the village, if nothing unexpected happens, they became toys on the beds of other brothers. This is also the reason why Han Fang was unwilling to marry and take concubines. As a thief and bandit, there are few who enjoy their old age. If they can live to the age of fifty years, God will be rewarded with kindness. The village is prosperous. Apart from those who are dragging their families, there must be more than 200 brothers who are nearly riding horses and killing people. They are coming and going, and there are no military towns around Liuli Mountain. The government is unable to suppress bandits. If they face their own village, they will chop off their heads in rows and burn incense.

But now the situation in the village is over. Deli has only a dozen swords and horses under his command. Many of them called brothers and brothers a ally, and those who died were dead and alive have gone to the rest of the villages on the mountain. Those who stayed are all suffering from injuries and burdened. They have a strong temper in the village. They either dislike the lack of fresh women or complain about the lack of wine and meat. Han Fang also knew that it was because of her reputation. Many words were difficult to say, and she could not even show any expression. Now that the only one who could tell the truth was Zhang Xiucheng, who had a similar family background, was left.

It is not scary to scatter, but it is only when the tree falls and pushes people to make people feel sad. Some nearby villages that were sent to him to ask for food and food, spared no effort to lure gold, silver and pretty women, gathered up a large number of people, and took their brothers to the bottom of the mountain to kill them. Several villages that had secret contact with Liuyi Mountain were smoothed out for Bu Nian's old love. Those who were in charge of doing things by any means and never paid attention to them. Some even had a lot of money to do with the government military academies and constables, and they threw a lot of money into the money bags of these people, and helped even more.

I did a lot of blood-stained work that should have been done by the public. Not long ago, an official who had acquainted with Yinping Village spent 500 taels of silver to hire a gangster from a village to slaughter a dozen knives from a foreigner in the countryside village. He was even a few young children who were not spared. It is said that he just hanged it on a spear. Other villages licked their faces and went to be willing to be dogs for the officials in Shenmen Caotang, recognized their uncle's godfather, and even had a 40-year-old village owner.

, I recognized a young woman in the Caotang as my godmother, just because she was the favorite concubine of a demon and evil deeds in the Caotang. These things that were not moral and shameful, especially the collusion between officials and bandits, Han Fang had always despised it. It was no wonder that the huge Zhongyi Village was declining. It was funny that the village could disperse but not fall, and it was also due to the Qingzhu Niang at the foot of the mountain. If she had not had a marriage between the top devil in the Caotang for half a year, the other big villages would have probably not seen the monks and the Buddha's faces, and they would have come to annex the real swords and guns.

After knocking on the door twice, Zhang Xiucheng pushed the door in without waiting for Yingnuo. He and Han Fang were in a similar mood, and he was also the military advisor who was in charge of the village's internal affairs, so he didn't have to be pretentious about the details. When Han Fang saw this confidant who had known each other for many years, she felt better. She shouted Zhang Xiucheng's words and said with a smile: "Fu Ling, can't you sleep?"

Zhang Xiucheng said with a gloomy face: "Fang Dayi and Hong Qian fight again, and threatened to make a life-and-death case, saying that they were irreconcilable and asked me to write a letter. I ignored anyone in anger, so that I would not be upset."

Han Fang smiled and said, "For Song Kui, the concubine who bought it from a brothel for 200 taels of silver?"

Zhang Xiucheng snorted coldly, "I always rush to my brothers to slap my swords, but in the end I'm not drawing my swords to my brothers."

Han Fang said guiltily: "I also know that the woman had already had an affair with Hong Qian and should have entered his house, but Fang Dayi was jealous and insisted on interfering with it. It was really unreasonable for this good thing. If you have any difficulties, it is actually all my fault. Hong Qian went to a private school for a few years in his early years. He has studied a lot of medical and divination with you over the years, and has great ambitions. This kid is only 24 or 25 years old. He wants to win a wife and a son with one sword and a gun, and be proud of his ancestors. If it weren't for your cultivation, with his ability, he would have been able to switch to a doorstep and change his friendship with the government. He has changed his household registration and has a chance to make achievements. The whole village knows that Fang Dayi has a good relationship with me, and he also regards himself as a child of the Han family, so it is my fault that Han Fang."

Zhang Xiucheng's face cleared a little, and he waved his hand and said, "The boss's words are so heavy. Fu Ling is just a pity for this family business."

Han Fang sighed softly: "It's going to rain and my mother wants to get married, it's all helpless and terrible things."

Han Fang stood up and came to the window with the chief adviser. The breeze blew, then looked at the night view of the mountains with a bright moon. She felt a little calmer and suddenly smiled: "The woman in the countryside looks like a countryside. No matter how beautiful the fox charming girl looks, she has a local flavor."

Zhang Xiucheng smiled knowingly and said, "Hong Qianfang Dayi is just a man from the countryside. He has never tasted the delicacies of mountains and seas, so he naturally put in full force to compete. Look, I'm going to invite him to the square to compete."

Han Fang pressed his hands on the window railing, "It's not a big deal. Fang Dayi looked rough and his mind was actually a bit more delicate than that of a woman in Huaichun. He had the most calculus. He just took the opportunity to find trouble for Hong Qian. Now that the village has withered and the third seat is empty, he wanted to sit under his butt. Hong Qian has good roots and bones, and his martial arts are steadily promoted. Fang Dayi can only fight as soon as possible with brute force. In another year and a half, he won't have to compete with Hong Qian. This black cow is too clever, but he doesn't know that Hong Qian is not here at all. In fact, now he has more incense, and he may have to rely on Hong Qian to support the apricot yellow flag in the future. Fu Ling, I will teach Fang Dayi a lesson and let him be at peace. You also say a few words to Hong Qian, who is half an apprentice, "We are really fathers and mothers, thank you."

Zhang Xiucheng smiled and said, "It's OK. Compared with those village leaders who are grandchildren, we are at least still serving as elders."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhang Xiucheng frowned and asked, "The boss, how should the scholar in Gusaizhou, who is named Xu Lang, deal with it?"

Han Fang shook her head and said, "If you don't care, today is different from the past. Whether he is a scholar who is studying abroad or a spy sent by the government deliberately, we can't afford to provoke it. The former is fine, treat it with courtesy. If it is the latter, even if it is the latter, even if it is the one who can't afford to provoke it, we can still afford to hide."

Zhang Xiucheng narrowed his apricot eyes and felt murderous intent: "It's okay, the government really dares to lead troops to kill us, leaving no way out. Just let me bring ten elite brothers to lurk into the city and kill these officials in the backyard without leaving any chickens and dogs."

Han Fang smiled and said, "You, the Heavenly Lord of Thunder, are not like the real person in Fangwai."

Zhang Xiucheng's eyes were dull and he sighed: "What real person is a bandit in a Taoist robe. He can only subdue demons and capture ghosts in the pile of paper."

Han Fang said with regret: "It's a small village, and it can't accommodate Brother Fu Ling to display his talents and fists. If he could have a little more power and grow to 300 brothers, he would have the weight to ask for the official price and was recruited by the court. He would have to have six or seven official positions in the country and thirty or forty officials outside the country. Not to mention Brother Fu Ling's Jingwei strategy, just the identity of the outer disciple of the Daode Sect, why should he deal with the firewood, rice, oil and salt in the village?"

Zhang Xiucheng stretched out his fingers and twisted his beards, and smiled openly: "Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. I am an ordinary person who cannot force me to do it."

Han Fang suddenly opened her eyes wide, and at the same time, the Taoist blurted out: "No, why did this demon show up!"

Han Fang glanced at the Taoist priest beside her from the corner of her eyes.

There was a group of people in the school martial arts field paved with bluestone. They were all rare brocade clothes on the mountain. Moreover, even if the bandits in the village were wearing silk clothes, they were inevitably suspected of being soaked in monkeys. These dozen handsome men and beauties had a very nice temperament, like the immortals in the heavenly court, which made people jealous. The middle-aged man was wearing a big white robe with wide sleeves and a big white robe. He came barefoot with his face as a jade-like face, and did not wear a sword, but there were several sword-holding boys with red lips and white teeth around him. Needless to say, there were such a grand scene.

It was the noble man from the Shenmen thatched cottage on Changle Peak of Liuli Mountain. When Han Fang saw Hong Qian withdrawing from the field, not fighting with Fang Dayi, he walked towards the graceful man who looked like a Duke of the World, and bowed respectfully. Han Fang's heart suddenly sank into the bottom of the valley. Sure enough, Hong Qian had already secretly changed the door and threw himself into the cottage. Han Fang sneered, Taoist Zhang Xiucheng was furious and scolded him "the evil", his figure flew out of the window and fell into the square. Fang Dayi and more than a dozen brothers in the village who were watching the fun were also facing a great enemy.

Zhang Xiucheng pulled out the pine-patterned peach wood sword behind him, pointed at Hong Qian's sword, and said sadly: "Hong Qian, the village treats you well. When you were arbitrarily killed officers and soldiers, you were desperate. It was the head of the family who pity you for all your skills and took refuge. Why did you do such a disobedient thing?!"

Hong Qian's simple words made Zhang Xiucheng, who was half a master, speechless: "People go to a high place."

Hong Qian continued to say expressionlessly: "Yes, it was me who reported to Zhongli Immortal Master that a strange man tried to approach Qingzhuniang. Since Qingzhuniang had entered the Caotang Immortal Palace, he should have been born as a Caotang and died as a ghost of the Caotang. Her style is unrestrained. I went to say to the immortal master, what's wrong with this? Master, the immortal master has promised me that as long as you are willing to leave the village, the immortal master will be kind to you, the Caotang will have a place. Isn't this soaring glory the master you have dreamed of for many years? My disciple kindly built a green cloud ladder for you, what's wrong with it? Master Zhongli's trip came along the way, and he had no intention of calculating the village, but he just went to take the life of the dog man and female."

The noble man who stepped on the ground barefoot finally spoke and narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that the two leaders in Zhongyi Village are good at being good. Otherwise, they would have made a fake with Hong Qian to make this immortal, but they changed their original surname and given their surname Zhongli. However, before this, I would have to see if it was in my eyes, how Han Fang's stick technique hit all the thirteen border towns, and whether your swordsmanship can really cause thunder. If I disappointed me, the village would have flattened tonight and erased its name. This apricot yellow flag has long been disliked by the experts in Caotang. He practiced the evil ways for heaven, which was ridiculous."

The man raised his head and looked surprised.

At the top of the flag, a young man standing with a sword standing.

He laughed furiously: "The little kid doesn't know the world is high, and he dares to shake the little tricks of the immortal in front of him. Hong Qian went to kill the flagpole."

If he cut the flag, it would be like he had a bloody feud with the village. Hong Qian knew the importance of it, but he still gritted his teeth and ran forward and cut off the flagpole with one knife.

Zhang Xiucheng, who dared not stop Hong Qian in front of the devil of Caotang, looked as if dead.

Zhongyi Village is completely finished.

The flagpole fell down with a bang and collapsed to the center of the square, but the scholar-in-law who only dared to be a widow at the foot of the mountain did not fall to the ground. His figure was always straight like a spear. When he landed with the flagpole, the flagpole that smashed the ground swayed and was kicked out by him.

The flagpole is used as a sword and shoots towards the devil of the grass cottage with a free and easy mind.

During the period, Hong Qian shouted angrily and slashed, but he never thought that the sharp blade would be slashed. Not only did he not cut off the flagpole, a huge force bounced back into the knife, and he could hardly hold it. Hong Qian, who was tumbling in the sea of ​​energy, staggered back a few steps, looked in horror, and could no longer see the trace of the weak scholar.

The devil of Caotang surnamed Zhongli sneered, stepped out, stretched out his palm and pressed it to one end of the flagpole, breaking inch by inch.

The master's style was undoubtedly full of its style. Everyone only saw the unstoppable scene, but they did not see his footsteps slipping a few inches quietly. The devil raised his breath several times, but he could not stop the sign of retreating. His eyes were already frightened and Hong Qian was not inferior to Hong Qian.

When he saw the young swordsman flashing away, he finally couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "Come on the sword!"

The sword boy hurriedly threw out a simple ancient sword covered with ice cracked muscle patterns.

The next scene was when the young man stood in front of the famous middle-aged devil in Liuyi Mountain, and took the Gu Jian with one hand, and grabbed the devil's neck with the other hand, lifted it up.

The devil shattered a flag, and the young man twisted and broke the ancient sword in his hand.

Gu Xianfo stared at the hideous and red face and asked coldly: "You deserve to use a sword? You deserve to use a sword?"
Chapter completed!