If you want to pass from Wuxiong Mountain smoothly, in addition to risking being robbed by bandits on the mountain, you can also choose to worship at the top of the mountain.
That is to say, on someone else's territory, you can spend a lot of money to take the initiative to show your respect.
But the people in Rakshasa Village are very unruly, and sometimes they are still looted despite being given filial piety.
But it's better to do less than to do more. The guide's intentions are good, but he just doesn't want everyone to conflict.
With courage, the guide walked to the place designated by Luosha Village to lay down the filial piety silver coins.
It was a half-person-high earth temple. It was dark inside and there might not be any real Buddha statues. There was just an incense burner with a hole missing at the entrance of the temple.
Anyone who wants to show filial piety in advance can put money under the incense burner and press it.
In most cases, bandits who have received the silver will let it go.
But this also means that there will be hidden sentries of bandits here. .??.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid. After all, he had seen with his own eyes corpses cut in half by bandits.
Although he knew that San Juetang, who was backed by him, was more powerful, he still had the power, so he could only grit his teeth and put the silver under the incense burner.
"Brothers on the mountain have worked hard, so please accept this filial piety."
According to the rules, if the bandits in Rakshasa Village agree to let them go, someone will come out to shout.
But the guide waited and waited, but no one responded.
Immediately, my heart sank and I bowed to the mountain.
"Brothers, if you think it's too little, feel free to mention it. Our boss is a generous man, and he admires the heroes on our mountain the most. Please show your support, brothers."
All around, only his own voice echoed.
A drop of cold sweat ran down the corner of his forehead, and then more and more began to appear.
The guide's scalp was numb and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He was a local and naturally knew that something was wrong.
But it was still quiet on the mountain, not even a bird chirping.
He was in a dilemma, and he knew it very well.
I'm just afraid that today's level in Rakshasa Village will be difficult.
"Who is your boss?"
I don't know how long it took before a faint movement came from the mountain.
The guide didn't bother to wipe his cold sweat, and immediately took out the plan he had discussed before.
"Our boss is a medicinal herb dealer from the south. He has a small business. He knows the rules here and doesn't dare to make mistakes."
The other side fell silent again, and after a while, someone continued to shout.
"Since everyone is sensible, let's open the skylight and speak frankly. We are in charge of asking for money and favors. If you know the truth, leave all your money with that woman. If you don't know the truth, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Clenching his fist, the guide only felt that this Rakshasa The village is too much of a deception.
"Brother, I can give you money. I just ask you to show your kindness and let us go."
"Stop talking nonsense! Either give someone to someone or kill someone, it's up to you!"
The tone of the people on the mountain suddenly became harsh. Although the guide knew that there was danger, he still couldn't help but feel angry.
"No one can give you anything. Even though you are bandits, you should still behave yourself!"
The guide's words offended the bandits, who never spoke truthfully.
He only heard a sound piercing the sky from the mountains, and before the guide could react, a long feathered arrow whizzed towards him, heading straight for his heart.
He only had time to shout "It's broken" in his heart, and he was about to be penetrated by an arrow into his chest. At the critical moment, a silver light flashed, and the arrow was cut into two pieces and fell at his feet.
"What kind of rules should I tell these bandits? Just kill them if they need to be killed. It's a waste of time."
A slender figure jumped to his side, and the man pulled out the trembling steel knife on the ground with his backhand.
"Deputy Deputy Hall Master!"
It was only after the disaster that the man realized that his legs were weak, but when he saw Qinghu standing in front of him with a cold eyebrow, the guide finally came to his senses.
It turned out that the deputy hall master had been secretly protecting him.
Turning around, Qinghu looked towards the mountain, the sneer on his lips filled with naked murderous intent.
"Those who want to hurt me, who dares to give you the courage! Tell that bullshit mountain king of yours, if you don't want to die, just make way for us and don't cause trouble for us. Otherwise, I will crush you."
Shazhai!"
Qinghu's murderous intent was even worse than that of the bandits. None of the bandits hiding in the forest dared to reply.
He carried the guide, whose back was soaked with cold sweat, down the mountain without a care in the world. After placing him on a carriage, he turned around and returned to Lin Mengya.
"Girl, why don't I go up the mountain and kill them? If you don't have any shame, I think they have had enough!"
According to Qinghu's previous temper, he would not give a single copper, and would even kill those people.
But Lin Mengya was thoughtful, she saw everything that just happened.
"No, I always feel that something is not right about this. You ask everyone to be more careful. Since we choose to confront you head-on, don't hold back."
Compared to being cruel and cunning, Lin Mengya is definitely one of the best.
But there was something wrong with the way the guide shouted to the bandits just now. I'm afraid things are not that simple.
"Okay, everyone is on alert, let's go!"
No need to clear the fox
Said that those people also tightened their nerves, knowing that there would be dangers on the next journey.
With a strong spirit of 120,000, the caravan carefully crossed the hill.
Until sunset, there was no movement.
However, Qinghu was keenly aware that many people had gathered around them.
Thinking about it, the bandits also wanted to find an opportunity for them to relax, and then swarmed them like wild dogs.
Others in the caravan take turns to rest to ensure that everyone is in the best condition.
Finally, midnight came.
In the quiet forest, a fist-sized fire suddenly appeared.
The fire was getting denser and denser, and it was getting closer and closer to the caravan.
Qinghu immediately ordered everyone to meet the enemy and formed an airtight circle using the carriage as a shield.
There were more and more fires, at least several hundred, and when they got closer, everyone realized that each fire was a torch.
This means that they were surrounded by hundreds of bandits.
"Humph, the ghost is really lingering. Where is your master, get out of here!"
Qinghu looked at the crowd around him coldly. For some reason, he felt a hint of danger.
The master's intuition is very sharp. If it were normal, he would not take these people seriously at all.
Anyway, they couldn't stop him at all and let him come and go as he pleased.
But today, he still has people behind him to protect.
The crowd was separated, and the only man riding behind him looked quite charming and romantic.
But unlike the male and female Mo Bian of Qinghu, this person's facial features are too feminine, and he is not a good bird at first glance.
The man was dressed in fine silk and satin, and he didn't look like a bandit, but more like an opera singer down the mountain.
"Hey, is this the legendary number one killer in Taohuawu? It's a pleasure to meet you, but now that you've arrived at my Luosha village, I can't help you!"
The man's tone was the same as his appearance, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl.
Qinghu narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person. He always felt like he had seen this person before somewhere.
"The person behind you is the Princess Yu back then, right? Don't worry, as long as she comes with me, I will never embarrass you. Your calculations are good. If these people were placed in the past, I'm afraid
I also want to weigh it up. But now - come here, let the masters see the power of our Rakshasa Village!"
The Mountain King's tone was cold, and then the people in front moved away, revealing everything behind him.
The surrounding area was filled with archers and large crossbows.
As long as that person gives the order, Even if a clear fox has great abilities, he will be turned into a hedgehog.
His eyes revealed a coldness, and Qinghu knew that he only had one chance.
As long as you hold that person hostage, you won't have to worry about his subordinates being disobedient.
But before he could make a secret move, a warm little hand grabbed his sleeve.
Turning his head, what he saw was Lin Mengya's expressionless side face. Qinghu, who didn't know what he meant, had to give up his plan for the time being.
"Since the boss has something to ask me for, we will go with you. But there is something I have to tell the boss. If your brother dares to hurt my people, then I guarantee that no one here will be able to see it.
Tomorrow’s sun.”
She curved her lips and smiled softly.
It can be seen that the boss, who is accustomed to the storm, only feels that the woman in front of him is like a poppy blooming silently in the dark night.
Beautiful, but also extremely poisonous.
Thinking of what someone warned him, he had no choice but to put away his contempt.
"That's natural. I'm just inviting all the brothers to go up the mountain for a talk. Come, take the distinguished guests up the mountain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone took the initiative to step forward.
The man looked unremarkable, about forty years old, and looked like a steward, but the shrewdness in his eyes gave him a somewhat cunning look.
"Dear guests, please come."
Lin Mengya didn't reply, but returned to the carriage.
Qinghu glanced at those people lightly and waved.
Everyone packed up immediately and followed the large number of bandits up the mountain.
The bandits didn't dare to take action again, but their malicious eyes made Qinghu slightly uncomfortable.
However, his eyes always fell on the mountain king riding on the horse.
That inexplicably familiar feeling became stronger and stronger.
He deliberately slowed down his pace and lowered his voice after he was level with Lin Mengya's carriage.
"I seem to have seen that person somewhere."
In the carriage, Lin Mengya, who had closed her eyes to relax, opened her eyes.
"I also find it a bit strange. Look at those crossbows and bows. They can't find such good weapons in a bandit's den."
She was born in the Lin family, and although she had always been stupid before, she was still influenced by it.
Even though she only glanced at it from a distance, she could accurately identify that those bows, arrows and crossbows were weapons that could only be used by the regular army.
These things are not only expensive to make, but also because they are extremely lethal, so private use has always been restricted by the public.
