Chapter 42 [Wandering into the depths of the village by mistake]
The figure of Shen Xiu, who was completely shocked, suddenly sprang out like a leopard, heading towards the Jinhong Martial Arts Hall in the upper section of the Lishui River.
He didn't care about other people, but Duan, who was really good to him, there was no way he could just watch him step into the tiger's mouth.
With the bonus of the three levels of bone-cutting cultivation, Shen Xiu's speed is no longer as fast as before, and the crackling sound in his bones is really like sparks and lightning all the way.
Soon, Shen Xiu rushed to the martial arts hall, crossed the gate and rushed in.
As soon as he entered, Shen Xiu was a little stunned.
The martial arts hall was quiet and quiet, and the huge martial arts training ground was deserted and no one was around. There was a crowded scene as he imagined.
After a moment's thought, he rushed into Duan's teaching courtyard. When he opened the door, no one was there. He changed to another teaching courtyard, but no one was there yet. Several teachers and many disciples had left without knowing when.
"Where are they? Where have they gone?"
While confused, Chen Xiu saw a disciple in the hall walking past the martial arts training ground, and immediately stepped forward to catch him and ask.
However, the disciple also looked at him in astonishment.
"Where are we going? Of course we are going to Baihu Ridge! We have already set off at three o'clock in the ugly hour!"
"How could it be Chou Shi San Ji? Didn't we promise Yin Shi before?"
"Then I don't know. I only know that our host temporarily changed the time and set off early."
Shen Xiu stood there for a while. He really didn't expect such an operation, and he missed it magnificently.
He is almost certain that Hall Leader Yang may not only have practiced magic attacks, but may also be colluding with the Red Fire Pirate Sect.
Immediately, Chen Xiu no longer hesitated, returned to his room, took out the Hundred Refined Sword in the room and rushed out again.
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Half an hour later, in the Baihuling Valley, the mountain wind howled under the moonlight.
With a faint sound, Shen Xiu pushed aside a patch of grass and appeared in the middle of a lush green grassland.
The location of Chihuo Village is deep in this mountain range. Shen Xiu doesn't know the exact location, but from what Guild Master Yang said yesterday, he also remembered a rough idea.
Now all he can do is search for the memories in his mind, and see if there are any traces left on the ground to see if he can keep up with the large army ahead.
However, there was a slight deviation. He drove with all his strength and didn't even see the queue.
Shen Xiu could only guess that he had strayed from the path.
Otherwise, he would not be unable to catch up with his own foot strength, but there was nothing he could do. He could only find a feeling and rush in one direction.
As I walked, I suddenly noticed that the place I was walking in was getting more and more remote and strange.
When he passed through a jungle and entered a depression, Chen Xiu suddenly found that he had stepped into a village inexplicably.
He seemed to hear voices and immediately hid in the bushes on a high slope nearby.
Looking out through the branches, one can clearly see the general situation of a village in the mountain col.
This village is located in a mountain depression, surrounded by tall mountains on both sides, leaving only an awkward opening in the south to the outside world.
The strong village gate, tied with thick wood, stands condescendingly in front of Aokou.
No matter entering or exiting, you must pass through here.
As for him, he got in from the slope of the fence in a remote corner, and now he is still in the center.
As for the crowd.
Shen Xiu observed it.
I found that more people were in the wooden houses deep in the mountain col, and I could vaguely see people gathering around eating meat and drinking wine.
From time to time there is the sound of drinking and guessing, and the sound of laughter and curses can be faintly conveyed through the air.
Observing intently.
Seeing those vague clothes that matched the previous visitors from Lijiazhuang, who could they be if they weren't the Red Fire Thieves?
It was not that he failed to catch up with the large army in front, but that he inexplicably entered the Red Fire Stronghold ahead of schedule. Shen Xiu was a little convinced of his luck, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
In the open space behind the village gate ahead, there are one or two bonfires burning simply, and a few lazy red fire bandits nearby are drinking.
From time to time, someone would come over to replace it and take turns drinking.
The crowds in Chihuo Village were noisy and lively. Before dawn, a banquet started almost eerily, as if to celebrate the newly opened Sheep.
"Brother... your poop is a bit long!"
A drunken red fire thief stood up from the trash can road nearby, looked at Shen Xiu with hazy eyes and said.
Before he could continue, Shen Xiu stepped forward and crushed the other person's throat with a crack.
After dragging the corpse into the shadows, Shen Xiu directly changed into the other party's clothes. When he found that the other party was carrying a straw hat on his back, he immediately took it off and put it on his head, with the brim of the hat held low.
It happened that there were red fire thieves passing by at this time, so he walked to a bonfire and picked up an empty bowl on the ground.
Seeing the red fire thief pouring wine, he looked over and handed it out without any surprise, "Give me some too."
Chihuo Piao, who was pouring the wine, glanced at him, and while filling him up, he said: "Brother, you can't even drink enough to be energetic?"
Shen Xiu lowered the brim of his hat, as if it was covering his entire face. In addition, he imitated the drunken Red Fire Bandit just now and acted very much like him.
"Damn it... they got up to drink in the middle of the night, how can they be energetic?"
When he complained like this, the people next to him burst out laughing.
Shen Xiu picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, feeling that the blood all over his body was heating up at this moment.
"One more bowl."
The man poured him another bowl and said, "Brother, why do you order noodles?"
Shen Xiu finished the second bowl of wine and imitated the other person's accent and said, "It's strange. I just came here a few days ago, and my brother-in-law asked me to do it well."
"Your brother-in-law is very discerning. He has a bright future by following our boss."
Shen Xiu continued speaking, "I was in a daze in the middle of the night, and I didn't even know what to do?"
"Hehehehe, you kid didn't know that someone would send us a 'dart' tonight."
At this moment, Shen Xiu's mind was moved. Just when he was about to ask what escort he was, he saw a little boss walking over with a bowl of food.
Without looking, he handed it to Shen Xiudao, who had his hat brim hanging down.
"Don't be a escort. Go and deliver a bowl of rice to the man in that room. That guy is also a man, and he can persist until now. Let him be full and send him on his way later."
Chen Xiu saw that there was no one around the house, so he happily took over the little boss's job and walked towards the house.
Opening the door, a skinny and thin man was sitting on a wooden shelf among the hay in the dilapidated house.
The man lowered his head and could not see his face.
Due to the long-term binding of iron chains, the body has a layer of black blood scabs on the wrists and ankles, making it look particularly miserable.
Shen Xiu knelt down and put down the bowl and chopsticks. When he looked up, he saw a face he had never expected.