Volume 1: Abandoned Land Chapter 4: Mountain Bandits
The Heifeng Mountains are located in the southern part of the Qin State, sandwiched between the Yu and Cang states in the north and south. The mountains are undulating and stretch for dozens of miles.
Due to the special geographical location and the rampant bandits here, the yamen of the two prefectures of Yu and Cang were unwilling to take over this mess. Over time, this place became a no-care zone.
Due to the laissez-faire nature of the government, and the fact that this place was a shortcut connecting the north and the south, it gradually became a gathering place for bandits and murderous criminals.
Whenever the winter snow melts and spring comes to the earth, some merchant consortiums will carry a large amount of goods, hire a large number of bodyguards and warriors, and transport these goods to all parts of the empire from south to north.
Of course, at this time, some merchants who think they are strong or have a lucky mentality will risk taking this shortcut for the sake of convenience.
On a trail at the foot of the vast Black Wind Mountain, five gorgeous carriages inlaid with silver were lying on the road. One of the carriages had fallen apart. A large number of exquisite and smooth new silks were scattered on the ground, trampled by the people around them.
Out of shape.
Anyone with a little knowledge knows that nanmu silkworms feed on nanmu leaves, and the silk they spit out is called nansi. Nansi is a specialty of the bitter cold land in the southwest. The output is very small and the price is expensive. Generally, a fine nansi scarf costs less than
The price is said to be five taels of silver. If placed in Kyoto, the price would at least double.
But right now, a cart full of Nansi silk worth tens of thousands of taels of silver was scattered all over the place and no one was paying attention to it. The reason was that a single mistake in front of us could lead to a tragic melee that could cost one's life.
What is going on right now is a drama of mountain bandits robbing the road. In early spring, such scenes are not uncommon in the Black Wind Mountains.
Tie Zhu Village is not strong among the seven or eight gangs of ruthless bandits in the Black Wind Mountains. The number of people in the village is barely over a hundred. The only one who can be called a master in the village is Tie Zhu, the leader of the village who has reached the first-class level.
Perhaps because they were used to licking blood with their swords, each of these bandits developed a fierce temperament that dared to kill and fight. Facing almost twice as many bodyguards and warriors, these bandits were not afraid, and directly
His eyes turned red.
The leader of Dazhai, Tie Zhu, lives up to his name. He is as tall and thin as bamboo, with red tendons and muscles like iron, and is fierce and domineering. At this moment, the leader of Dazhai is holding a half-foot-long steel knife, which is sharp and sharp.
The opponent was suppressed and retreated steadily. The person he fought was a skinny old man in his fifties, slightly bald and red-faced, with nimble and agile movements. Faced with the desperate fighting style of the Iron Village Master, he could only try his best to find an opening.
, barely able to neutralize the opponent's offensive, but under such circumstances, it was obvious that it would not last long.
Sure enough, after only half an hour of stalemate, the old man's face began to gradually turn red, he was panting like an ox, sweat was dripping like a stream, and his physical strength was obviously exhausted.
Seeing this, the leader of Tie Village shouted loudly, kicked his feet violently, and jumped up three feet. His muscles tightened instantly. At the same time, the hands holding the steel knife became extremely bright red, and there was an extremely strong aura.
Blood energy spread from the hands, and the entire half-foot-long blade was covered with an extremely thin layer of blood energy.
"Break it for me!"
The long knife slashed down hard with the force of a mountain. The old man was horrified and hurriedly raised the bronze crutch in his hand across his head. But the next moment, a shocking scene happened.
With a "bang bang" sound, a harsh breaking sound was heard. The long knife attached to the blood energy was like an indestructible magic weapon. It actually cut the crutch made of hundreds of refined iron into two pieces, and the force of the long knife continued unabated.
It hit the old man's head directly.
The whole head was like a burst watermelon, with blood gushing wildly and yellow and white splattering, making people's scalp numb.
These bodyguards and warriors lost all their courage, and in less than two hours, they were all killed. The bandits collected their trophies, cleaned up the battlefield, and returned to the village after only half an hour, shouting and shouting.
Tiezhu Village is located on a low, unnamed mountain in the Black Wind Mountains. It is surrounded by cliffs and has only a winding path leading directly to the top of the mountain.
Perhaps it was due to the recent profit-making. In the evening, the whole Tiezhu Village was extremely noisy. In the open space, the lights were brightly lit. Hundreds of men lit fires, grilled meat, drank wine, and chatted nonsense. They were extremely happy.
In the main hall, there is a table full of melons, fruits, wine and meat, and the aroma is astonishing. The master of Dazhai, Tie Zhu, Da Ma and Jin Dao, is sitting in the main seat. Next to him, two beautiful ladies are serving on the left and right, and the fragrant meat and wine are handed to them in turn.
On either side of the mouth and below were a dozen or so stewards in the village. The whole hall was changing cups and cups, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
Just when everyone was drunk, a man with a knife who looked like a young boy suddenly slipped in, saluted Tie Zhu, the leader of the village, and said, "Master, there are a large one and a small one outside. They say they have a business idea."
Discuss with the village leader!"
"Oh? Buying and selling? Why are you here at this time?"
Hearing this, the leader of Dazhai, Tie Zhu, waved his hand, and the two beauties beside him bowed and retreated outside.
"Haha, brother, you dare to come to our Tiezhu Village to do business. The people here are very courageous. Why don't we let them come up? There are so many of us, what are we afraid of what he will do!"
On the left, a drunken man with a bald head and tattoos opened his mouth and said, his voice fell, and as expected, there was a burst of agreement in the lobby.
However, the leader of Dazhai, Tie Zhu, did not let go. Instead, he rubbed his forehead, trying to wake himself up more. After half a cup of tea, his voice came slowly, "Tell me what they look like?"
"A middle-aged Taoist priest and a Taoist boy of eight or nine years old. It looks like they are a master and a disciple. The Taoist priest is very well-dressed and the Taoist boy looks a little silly. They are waiting outside the village now."
As if he didn't expect the village leader to ask this question, the boy who delivered the message was slightly startled, and then spoke in a vague voice.
"That's all, bring them here first, remember to be polite for now."
Tie Zhu waved his hand, held his somewhat dizzy head, squinted his eyes, and spoke feebly.
"The wine and meat are fragrant. It seems that Master Dao has come at the right time."
But after a moment, a slightly joking voice came from outside the lobby, with a hint of sarcasm in the voice. However, the supervisors of Tiezhu Village who were present at the table were already too drunk to stand, so it was impossible to hear it.
"You Taoist priest, if you fart, hurry up and delay my grandfather's drinking. I will kill you carefully."
The bald man with tattoos who just spoke slapped the table, stood up unsteadily, and spoke fiercely to the Taoist priest. As he spoke, he came closer in a crooked manner.
Seeing this scene, next to the Taoist, the silly disciple, holding the Yinhun Banner in his left hand and carrying a half-human-sized purple gourd in his right hand and carrying a heavy package on his back, grinned, and his laughter seemed to be a little more intense than before.
Pleasure.
Hearing the words of the bald man, the Taoist who originally had a hint of joking on his face darkened, then he snorted coldly, without saying anything nonsense, he reached forward with his right hand and landed directly on the bald man's neck, and said with a stern smile,
"You don't know how to live or die, how dare you call yourself "Master" in front of the Taoist Master?"
At the same time as the voice fell, he clenched his right hand hard, and a heart-wrenching "crack" sound spread throughout the entire lobby. The bald man with tattoos didn't have time to struggle at all, and his neck was broken directly, like a broken sack.
Like this, he was casually thrown aside by the Taoist.
No one would have thought that on their own territory, the Taoist in front of them would take action directly after a disagreement. It was not until the bald man fell to the ground that everyone who was originally drunk came back to their senses. In anger, they took out the steel knives under the table and
A group of people swarmed up and chopped the Taoist in front of them into pieces. Even the leader of Dazhai, Tie Zhu, showed a look of shock and anger. He suddenly stood up from his seat, with veins pulsing on his face and his face was blood red.
"You're welcome, Taoist Master will accompany you to stretch your muscles today."
Seeing the crowd coming to fight, the vicious Taoist not only showed no sign of panic on his face, but was eager to try. He took out a piece of light yellow talisman paper from his waist, urged it, and put it directly on his chest. Suddenly,
A layer of faint golden light extended from the talisman paper, wrapping the entire body tightly.
The golden light talisman, when activated, can condense into a golden light shield outside the body, which is invulnerable to water, fire, and invulnerable to swords and guns until the spiritual power on the talisman is exhausted. Half a month ago, the Taoist used it to deal with the ghost in the backyard of Chen's family in Liucheng.
With the talisman attached to his body, the Taoist took out a long knife from nowhere and rushed towards the crowd without dodging.
On the side, the silly disciple held a flag in his left hand, put the purple wood gourd originally held in his right hand under his buttocks, crossed his legs, and watched the show leisurely.
At this moment, everyone's eyes in the lobby were focused on the life-and-death battle between the two sides. They did not notice at all that as the fool's lips moved, the appearance of a stunning girl was looming on the dark banner, and she was whispering something in fear.
, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes nodding, and finally the hesitation on his face was replaced by a touch of determination.