With Murong Fu's current ability, if he wanted to, he could clearly hear the sound of a broken tea cup within a radius of five miles, let alone a group of noisy grass bandits ten miles away.
He was shocked at first and found it unbelievable that he could meet water bandits similar to car bandits and road hogs on the Bianhe River. However, after thinking about it for a while, he thought of something and was relieved.
He wasn't worried at all.
Generally speaking, most of these grass bandits are composed of some refugees and landless farmers. They usually work on the land and look like honest and good people. When they are free, they do some business without capital.
Most of their leaders are local gangsters. In terms of martial arts, they belong to the third-rate figures with some reputation in small places. They are the kind of people whose nicknames are louder than the others, and in a fight, each one will die faster than the other.
The important thing is that most of these people belong to the black and white circles, and they generally don't have much control from the official side. Some of them are even white gloves for local officials to make money, tools to improve their political performance, and specialize in doing some dirty things that are not visible in the light.
Most people don't dare to mess with this kind of people, and those who can afford it usually don't bother to mess with them.
As for why he became the target of these people, Murong Fu thought about it for a while and understood that it was probably because his ship did not have the mark of an official ship and was too ostentatious, which led to such an unnecessary disaster.
Murong Fu smiled helplessly.
Gong Yeqian beside him asked for instructions: "Master, do you want to take action?"
"Second brother Gongye, the leading few will lose their martial arts skills and the others will suffer a little. Don't waste time and fight quickly!"
But he saw the young man smile contemptuously, and the chain blocked the sharp-looking sword, and he did not forget to mock: "Did you learn such a soft sword technique from your master's wife?"
As expected, Xiang Wanghai did not stop him, and within a short while, the original number of seventy or eighty trackers and boatmen were reduced by more than half, leaving only a sparse twenty or so people.
But after all, there were too few people on the boatman's side. Soon, someone fell down with a knife, and the blood dyed the river red, giving it an eerie beauty under the moonlight.
The remaining boatmen and trackers waved their poles, iron bars and other equipment and gritted their teeth to meet them.
A group of minions shouted in unison, and then waved their weapons to greet him.
Originally seeing that there were many people and equipment on the other side, a group of minions were wary and did not dare to go up. But now seeing that there were only a few people left on the other side, they suddenly returned to their arrogant nature. They were thinking in their hearts, even if that mysterious man
No matter how good his martial arts skills are, he can beat a dozen people, can he still beat dozens of people?
The crowd was furious for a while, with more than ten or twenty young adults shouting and shouting together, which was very powerful. However, more people were still silent and lowered their heads, with a look of fear on their faces.
"You are so stupid, do you really think that all men are stupid?"
Xiang Wanghai smiled gloomily: "Brothers, we all come from poor families. We have always only robbed these rich people. We have never done anything to the poor. Now let us go and leave. I promise Wanghai that we will not hurt anyone."
A finger. But if someone doesn’t have eyes and insists on going against his brother, then don’t blame the sword for having no eyes!"
Xiang Wanghai pretended to smile boldly: "I, Xiang Wanghai, Mr. Xiang always keep his word, every spit is a nail!"
Murong Fu shook his head gently: "It's not the time yet, let's wait a while."
Especially the two young and strong brothers, each of them wielded an iron chain like a tiger, and they worked together to block dozens of people. From time to time, water bandits were hit by the iron chain, and their skin and flesh were suddenly torn, and they screamed in agony.
He roared angrily, and used a machete that looked like a flying sword to hit the big man forty-five times. Normally, he would cut down a wall with such fierceness, even if there was a wall in front of him.
Xiang Wanghai, a well-dressed man, had his weapons taken away in front of so many people, and he suddenly felt that he could not save his face. In anger, he snatched a waist knife from the hands of the younger brother beside him, yelled and pointed it at the strong man. The man was slashing across the face. If the sword hit, the big man's head would definitely be split into two pieces.
All this was watched quietly by Murong Fu and Gong Yeqian on the boat.
Then, he waved to his men and said: "Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
Xiang Wanghai said with a cruel smile: "The remaining people are determined to go against Mr. Xiang, right? Well, if that's the case, don't blame Mr. Xiang for being ruthless!"
Gong Yeqian lightly twirled his beard and said in deep thought: "Master Qi, according to what I have seen, Xiang Wanghai's sword skills seem to be powerful, but in fact they are just a showpiece and cannot be put on the stage. As for the big man who uses the iron chain, he has A bit of real skill, but I guess his original weapon was not an iron chain, but a soft braid, and he should have used a martial art known as the "Spiritual Snake Braid Technique".
"yes!"
When Xiang Wanghai heard that his proud swordsmanship was ridiculed as a woman's swordsmanship by this big man, he suddenly felt as if there was a pot of hot coals poured with oil in his chest, and the nameless fire burned thousands of feet high.
Just when everyone was in despair, a faint voice came. The voice was obviously very soft, but it reached everyone's ears very clearly, as if someone was talking in their ears.
The boss of the ship's face turned the color of pig liver with anger. He was the person in charge of the ship. If something happened, others could run away, and the ship owner would definitely fall on him. Thinking of the terrible consequences, he was anxious and afraid.
His eyes were full of sparks, and he wished he could devour this unknown man who had caused him such a huge loss of face.
Murong Fu shook his head: "Don't worry, it's rare to have such a good show, how can you let it end like this?"
Although none of them knew martial arts, they were young and strong and could withstand it for a while.
He mainly wanted to use this grass bandit to see the quality of the people on his side.
The young strong man yelled at the trackers who were pulling fiber together: "Brothers, although we work hard, we can't pretend to be cowards after eating other people's food and receiving their rewards! People treat us as human beings, so we can't act like cowards." You have to fight for this! If you have the guts, stay and work with your brothers. If you don’t have the guts, we won’t blame you, but even if you don’t have the guts and want to run away, people may not be willing to let you go in this situation! Stay and follow these bastards If we fight hard, there might still be a chance of survival!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several boatmen started to move, and then the small movement turned into a commotion, and the commotion turned into a noise that spread to the entire crowd.
But today it was as if he had seen a ghost. The big man was in the same place without moving his feet, and the chain seemed to have a magical power, always sticking to the knife, no matter how fast Xiang Wanghai moved the big knife. , from the beginning to the end, the blade never came within two feet of the big man's body.
The boss of the boat yelled: "You bastard, you bastard! Get out of here, get out of here. You have no moral integrity to eat anything that is inside or outside! Just wait for the Dragon King to collect your corpses!", then he sat down and collapsed crying.
The whole crowd was like a ladle of boiling water poured into boiling oil, and it exploded all of a sudden. There were shouts, curses, and quarrels mixed together, making the scene chaotic.
When Xiang Wanghai saw that his sword skills, which he was proud of all his life, were blocked by the opponent so lightly, he suddenly felt humiliated and shouted: "What are you all looking at? Chop up these bastards!"
This martial arts belongs to the relatively common third-rate martial arts in the world, so it is naturally not suitable for the master. However, this big man can actually exert the power of such a third-rate martial arts to this extent. It can be said to be rare. A martial arts prodigy you’ve seen.”
"Yes." Gong Yeqian responded respectfully.
At this time, the people who were originally wavering were completely shocked. They put down their things and ran away. No matter how the boss of the ship roared, he just ignored it.
Gong Yeqian really didn't know what kind of medicine his son was selling in his gourd, so he had no choice but to keep silent and watch the development of the situation quietly.
As he spoke, he put his hands on the railing and watched the movement below with great interest.
Immediately, in front of everyone, a figure jumped from the boat and landed like a big eagle among the fiercely fighting people. He was seen waving two short stick-like weapons in his hands, like a ghost among the people. In the blink of an eye, a dozen gangsters fell into the water like empty pockets.
All the boatmen were frightened. The timid ones were so frightened that they fell into the water. The more courageous ones were so frightened that their hands and feet were weak. Only a few of them roared: "Stop!"
Murong Fu looked at Gong Yeqian and said, "How is it?"
On the deck, a boatman suddenly knelt down in front of the boss of the ship: "Boss, we are brothers. Although you treat me well, we still have a wife, children, and a large family to support. We are not brothers and I have no loyalty. But. We really can’t afford to take this risk, so just let me go!”
"yes!"
Gong Yeqian was usually deep-tempered and seldom talked, but Bao Bubu's character was completely different from Bao Bu Tong's, who always made trouble with his mouth. The fact that the man with the iron chain could be evaluated like this by him showed that he really had something.
Marde, fight with these bastards!" "Fuck, I just had a meal of wine and meat from the young master at noon, it was worth it! Damn it!"
Now that he saw his brother who had worked with him for many years looking like such a heartless coward, he was annoyed and heartbroken, and his voice was distorted: "Do you think you can get away with it just because he said he wanted you to leave? This Bian Henai is going to Beijing. Seriously, how many customers have become nameless water ghosts! Do you think these murderous guys will let you go?"
When all the boatmen saw the heroic figure of the young man fighting the water bandits with an iron chain, they were so excited that their blood filled their chests. A few of the younger ones picked up the wooden sticks they carried with them and shouted: "
Murong Fu nodded, seemingly satisfied with Gong Yeqian's answer.
"In that case, Master, do you want me to go down and help you?" Gong Yeqian asked in a deep voice.
He had lost all face today, and now he didn't care about the one-on-one rules of the world. He waved his hand angrily, wanting to invite others to rush forward.
Frankly speaking, with the martial arts of Murong Fu and his crew, not to mention a mere hundred or so grass bandits, even a few hundred so-called elite officers and soldiers, it would only take a few more moves.
The fierce fight suddenly stopped, and everyone stared blankly at the middle-aged scholar-looking man in front of them, like a group of clay elephants in a temple.
Some people say that meeting water bandits in the Bianhe River is incredible. First of all, this statement subconsciously regards the Bianhe River as the moat of Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty. In fact, this Bianhe River is the predecessor of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, ending in Yangzhou.
One piece, the whole is longer than the Pearl River. Secondly, banditry in China has always been a social problem as famous as drought and floods in the past dynasties, even in the so-called peaceful and prosperous times. In Water Margin, the cross slope where Sun Erniang, the nun, sells buns, is actually far away from Mengzhou.
In other words, the urban area is only twenty miles away. In fact, before the establishment of PROC, China's vast rural society was basically in a state of disorder and controlled by local clans, which is the so-called imperial power did not extend to the county. This created a lot of vacuum
Zone. In short, ancient Chinese society was far more chaotic and disordered than modern people imagine. Of course, I am not a professional in studying history, so I can only design the plot based on limited information and speculation. If I really want to be honest, the protagonist and others are also fictional
The characters are too realistic and hard to watch.
Recently, the pre-defense of graduation thesis is approaching, and the tutor is urging me, so I'm sorry, I will resume single updates in the next period of time.