The town is bustling during the day and lively at night.
The lights in front of the City God's Temple were bright, and the jugglers with grimaces on the stage rolled like windmills, dazzling the eyes. Amidst the clanging gongs and drums, two more people jumped out, held up torches and blew out the flames. The flames rose up to a height of ten feet, almost covering the stage.
The "little devils" on the stage were all swallowed up, and the audience under the stage burst into exclamation.
When the fire light receded, the "little ghosts" disappeared without a trace. Only the two warriors holding torches, pretending to be the followers of the City God, stood majestically.
The audience in the audience cheered like thunder.
The front desk was busy, and the narrow backstage was crowded with men, women, and children, putting on makeup, eating, and flexing their bodies waiting to go on stage. The "little devils" who had come back from under the floor shuttled around, bumping into this and stepping on that, causing a lot of curses.
Among them, there is a "little ghost" who is different from the others. No matter how crowded the place is, he can always dodge without bumping into or stepping on anyone. There is even an actress holding a mirror with one hand and a mirror with the other.
The mirror traced her eyebrows, and the "little devil" slid past her. At the same time, the actress' hand steadily traced a phoenix tail at the corner of her eyes.
The "little devil" continued to move forward, but was stopped by the actress.
"Ground Dragon."
The ground dragon paused for a moment, raised his hand and hissed at her, the ghostly look on his face covering his true appearance.
The actress smiled, took out a straw knot from her sleeve and shook it: "New news."
The gongs and drums at the front desk were clanging again, and a new performance began. The ground dragon and the heroine crowded under the colorful costumes and finished sharing the latest leadership order.
"Going to the north."
The ground dragon repeated these words, his grimace could not conceal his vitality, and he stood up.
"I'll go right away!"
The actress grabbed his sleeve and said, "You are not an ink artist. What are you going to do? Don't cause trouble!"
The ground dragon smiled and shook his hands: "I can pull the cart and carry the materials!"
The actress wanted to say something else, but the ground dragon had already swayed, squeezed out from the narrow gap of the clothes rack, and disappeared into the night show of the City God's Temple with the noisy gongs and drums and the swaying lights.
Many places in the night world fell into silence, but many people were walking by the light of stars and moonlight.
On the plain here, an old man is pushing a cart, with a sleeping girl lying on the cart, squeaking and squeaking, and driving steadily and hastily on the bumpy road at night.
There are also the sounds of carriages and horses on the densely forested mountain road over there. Bright lights are hung on the carriages, illuminating the path for the horses and the slightly weathered face of the driver. The hands holding the reins are also all over the ravines.
"Master." The car curtain was opened, and a young disciple rubbed his sleepy eyes, "I'll drive the car, you can get some sleep."
The master did not look back, and kept holding the rocker in front of the car with his hand: "The road at night is difficult, and you can't control this car."
The disciple said no more and did not insist. A craftsman's apprentice, if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it. Every inch is measured, and there is no room for any impulse.
The disciple raised his eyes and looked at the dense forest ahead. In the night, it looked like a monster showing its teeth and claws, mixed with the strange calls of wild birds, which was very scary.
"Master, why don't you rest on the roadside and wait until dawn before continuing on your way?" the disciple suggested in a low voice.
The master shook his head again: "One day earlier, the construction schedule can be advanced one day. The northern border is too far and there is no room for rest."
The master and apprentice were talking here, the carriages and horses were not stopping, and after turning the winding road in the mountain, a fire suddenly lit up in front of them, and a dozen people suddenly appeared from behind the rugged rocks.
They were dressed in mixed clothes, including silks, cloths, and leaf and animal skins. They held swords in their hands and howled louder than wild birds.
"What the hell! Passing through grandpa's mountain in the middle of the night!"
"It disturbed the dreams of grandpas! Keep the money!"
When they saw these people, the master and the apprentice already knew that they had encountered bandits.
Although his face turned a little pale, Master still answered calmly.
"Heroes, we are carpenters passing by." He said loudly, taking out the money bag from his waist and holding it up. "The craftsmen are pitiful. This is all the money for the heroes to have a midnight snack."
The disciples behind him were also busy imitating the master and opening their sleeves and belts: "I am an apprentice. I haven't made any money yet, and I don't have any money either."
The bandits jumped down with strange laughter and screamed, and pulled the master and apprentice out of the car. After a search, it turned out that except for the money bag, there was nothing else. The car was also overturned, and there was nothing else except a pile of carpenter's tools.
"Bah! You know those who travel at night are poor!" the bandit cursed.
"Pull the carts and horses up the mountain!" shouted another bandit. "Kill the horses and eat their meat, and dismantle the carts and use them as firewood!"
As expected, the bandits shouted and pulled the horse and cart. The disciple leaned next to the master and couldn't help but want to leave the tools behind. The master shook his head to stop it.
"As long as there are people around, it's fine. We craftsmen travel around the world, and the people in the world give us face. We only rob money but not lives." He whispered, "Don't anger them. When we get there, we will have all the tools we need."
After that, he thanked the bandits, "Thank you heroes for sparing your lives."
The disciples also shouted.
But this time it was obviously some bad luck. A bandit suddenly looked at them.
"Our shack always leaks when it breaks down." He said, "This guy is a carpenter. Let them repair our shack."
After hearing these words, the master and disciples turned pale. People were taken to the mountain. Life or death was uncertain. It was not easy to leave. What a waste!
"Hero, our craftsmanship is not good." The master shouted tremblingly.
At the same time, he pushed the disciple back, signaling him to escape first.
The bandits laughed.
"It doesn't matter whether the craftsmanship is good or not."
"Just use it as manpower."
As they were talking, several people came around waving their swords. However, the disciple who was pushed behind him by his master did not run away, but stood up suddenly and pushed his master back.
"Use it as a manpower, I am young and I have strength." He shouted, "Master, run quickly -"
The master was caught off guard and staggered back, only to see his disciples rushing towards the bandits.
What a fool!
The master's vision was blurred, and he seemed to see blood splattered on the spot by the stupid apprentice.
A cold light flashed, and the blood bloomed in the dark night under the light of the torch.
But it was not the thin apprentice, but a bandit holding up a hatchet.
The bandit's hand was still holding the hatchet, his face looked half ferocious and half frightened, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.
The other bandits were startled and screamed strangely. They subconsciously looked back and saw a cold light coming out of the night on the road.
"who!"
"Cut the nonsense!"
"He's coming!"
"Kill him quickly!"
Accompanied by the shouts of the bandits and the clash of weapons, Master stood on the roadside and watched the light of the sword flying like a silver dragon, cutting through the darkness and cutting off the life of the bandits.
With a scream, the last bandit who fled towards the mountain fell down on the rocks and became motionless.
The night sky sounded like the cry of a silver dragon. The next moment, the silver light flashed and fell into the hands of a man. Under the light of the torch, it was a silver scimitar. The back of the sword had undulating edges, dancing like a silver dragon.
The man turned around and looked at the dazed master and apprentice.
"But to the north?" he asked.
Before the master could answer, the disciple jumped up.
"You are Mo Xia!" he said excitedly.
The man with the silver dragon sword nodded: "On the order of the leader, I will escort Mo Gong to the north."
The disciples were overjoyed and kept shouting that this was great.
The master also came over, thanked the knight with a bow, and glared at the disciple: "Quickly pack up the carriage and horses. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
Although those who died were bandits, their identity as Mohists was also in trouble when the government inquired about them.
The man with the Silver Dragon Knife said: "It doesn't matter, I will take care of the aftermath here."
The disciple who was harnessing the horse to the chariot was startled: "Xiashi, won't you go with us?"
Didn't you say escort?
The man with the Silver Dragon Sword smiled: "You can go without worry, there will be Mo Xia ahead to protect you along the way. I will stay here to prevent Mo Xia from encountering thieves again."
It turns out that this is the case. The disciples are happy and excited. Mo Xia is watching over them all the way, so they really don’t have to worry about their journey.
"Master, master, hurry up and drive." He urged.
The master pushed him into the car, jumped up, raised his whip with one hand, and waved goodbye to the Mo Xia with the other hand: "Thank you, knight."
Mo Xia held the Silver Dragon Sword in his arms as a salute: "Take care of it now!"
The revolving lantern hanging in front of the carriage turned, and the carriage galloped forward, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
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Night enveloped Duchasi, and the lights of Duchasi forced out the night, like burning white fire.
Zhu Chuan stood on the corridor and looked at the figure of the woman walking over in the night.
"It's really outrageous." He turned to look aside and saw a hidden figure in the corner. "Although you have always let people in, now you don't even report them?"
The figure leaned out and smiled awkwardly: "Well, it doesn't mean that it is natural to go back and get something, and come back after taking it."
Zhu Chuan sighed and looked at the approaching woman.
"Seventh Master, you haven't left yet?" He said in a long voice, "How long has it been? Are you reluctant to leave or unable to leave?"
Qixing laughed and said: "I'm not in a hurry, I walk fast, and I'll be like others for three days."
He was never polite when speaking big words. Zhu Chuan curled his lips and said, "What are you doing here?" Then he said first, "The Governor is not here, and the Governor is accompanying you today."
Qixing nodded: "Then I'll go see Miss Liang."
After saying that, he flashed his body and walked towards the back house.
Zhu Chuan let out a loud shout and ran after him.
He knew that as long as this woman was around, Du Cha Si would have no peace!