Two hundred and seventy-two little ghosts know each other
There were no twists and turns in this day's journey, and the journey was smooth and smooth. Wang Qizheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little regretful at the same time. However, the Songfengshan disciples in the same carriage were all somewhat lucky to have survived the disaster. It seemed that The remnants of the Yanyu Tower became suspicious, or simply missed their large train. From the perspective of these disciples from outside the Songfeng Mountain, it was the best situation. After all, no one was willing to have their heads tied to their belts to watch life and death. Bo, what kind of sworn remnants of the Yanyu Tower are there? How many of them have actually had grudges with these disciples from outside the mountain?
We were in the big car all the way, eating, drinking, and peeing in such a palm-sized place, which made us feel stuffy. Two disciples from outside Songfeng Mountain were just unkempt these past few days. They pooped, peeed, and ate in the same place. , but I really couldn’t stand it anymore. I was just thinking about getting off the cart to get some fresh air, wash up, and have a few hot meals, when I heard Wang Qizheng say:
"I have endured it for most of the day, is it at this moment? When we set out, the deacon on the mountain and the manager Zhou in the city had already promised that they would relax before they even got there. Those remnants of the Yanyu Tower who were still waiting for an opportunity to act in case something happened by then. , how many of you can afford it?"
Upon hearing Wang Qi's serious words, one of the two people returned to his original position angrily, but the other person obviously didn't buy it very much. His face was full of dissatisfaction and he couldn't help mumbling:
"In such a big place, there is no place to hide. It's obvious that the remnants of Yanyu Tower don't have the guts to come. Why don't you let someone relieve themselves comfortably?"
"When we get back from this trip, you can help yourself up and down Songfeng Mountain. It's your ability to solve all the problems in the mountain." Wang Qizheng closed his eyes and his expression remained unchanged, "Suppose that because you went out to relieve yourself, these two cars were damaged. The ten people in the big car have failed after days of hard work. I don’t need to say more about what will happen to them after they return to the mountain."
The outer disciple of Songfeng Mountain, who had a good-looking jade pendant hanging around his waist, wanted to argue with Wang Qizheng, but was pulled back to his original position by the man who had stood up with him before. The latter managed to persuade the man, who was originally angry, to calm down. When he was angry, he did not forget to retort to Wang Qizheng.
"I have not been able to enter the inner mountain for more than ten years because of my poor qualifications. Only then can I show off my power in front of us disciples who have only been in the training for three or four years. I usually call you a few words of senior brother. Considering your seniority, you are really Do you think you are a person? If not for the sake of..."
Wang Qizheng remained calm, but held the hilt of the long and short sword at his waist with his right hand, and slowly drew the sword.
This disciple from outside Songfeng Mountain wanted to find some mean and insulting words to say, but the sharpness of the unsheathed long and short sword made him have to swallow the rest of his words back into his stomach. It didn't hurt to take advantage of him, but it didn't hurt. Being beaten up by this guy named Wang will definitely hurt you for a long time, so it doesn't matter if you don't succeed in your quick talk. Seeing that this guy has become a turtle, Wang Qizheng is too lazy to argue with him anymore and sheathes his sword.
The drivers of the two large cars took out the food pots and urinals in the carriage without leaving a trace. Originally, after eating in the hotel, they could rest comfortably in the guest room, but there were no guards around. According to common sense, one person should be left behind. With the goods on the cart, I could only sleep in the carriage of the cart and squeezed in with the people in Songfeng Mountain. Fortunately, the two cart drivers who were low-status disciples in Songfeng Mountain slept well and did not forget to bring in some passengers. After eating in the store, these Songfengshan disciples, who were all suffocating, wanted to get two
The thought of the coachman venting his anger.
During the day, the two trains of Songfeng Mountain disciples had nothing to do. Most of them were resting energetically, so there was no shortage of night watchmen. However, most people still felt that Wang Qizheng was a little too cautious. After all, it was an inn on Jiangzhou Avenue.
, in addition to their group, there are at least thirty or forty visitors living there. Even if those remnants of Yanyu Tower have the intention of taking action, wouldn't they just throw a stick at them?
Wang Qizheng, the only one among them who had fought against those remnants of Yanyu Tower, remained silent. The rest of them did not dare to sleep comfortably, but they still couldn't help but mutter a few words in their hearts, how about you, the remnants of Yanyu Tower, tonight?
Come earlier or don't come at all. If you make the uncle unhappy, I won't even reward you with a happy death... Many disciples from outside Songfeng Mountain who know their own weight are still unable to avoid having such thoughts. After all,
The Yanyu Tower, which once stood side by side with their sect, has been destroyed. What will happen if they spend three or two nights dancing non-stop?
....
Third watch time.
The Songfengshan disciples in the carriages of the two carts were at their most sleepy stage. Except for a few people who were keeping watch, they all fell asleep not long ago. Before going to bed, they did not forget to express a few words of slander to Yanyulou, who had been tired from traveling and traveling for the past few days.
Remaining sins.
Wang Qi, who had closed his eyes for several hours, slowly opened his eyes.
The Songfengshan disciples in the two carts were quietly awakened by the vigilant disciples one after another. There was no need to say anything, and they all silently held their swords in hand gestures.
Wang Qi was holding a long sword in his right hand, but he did not hold the dagger in his left hand. Instead, he took out a paper tube and a fire folding piece and held it in his hand. The disciples from Songfeng Mountain who had woken up nearby were also attentive and did not dare to make the slightest sound.
The driver of the cart, who had woken up long ago, was still snoring like he was sound asleep.
Everyone is waiting.
....
Three hundred steps away.
Hu Weiyong, the former master of the Yanyu Tower, had forty more people nearby, which gave him a little bit of the pleasure of leading hundreds of Yanyu Tower disciples to grab territory a few years ago at the port. Except for those who never left him,
In addition to the eyebrow-cutting stick, there is also a good knife seized from the cart in Songfeng Mountain as a supplement. After all, no matter how good the wood is for a weapon like the eyebrow-cutting stick, if you encounter the enemy and encounter many sword collisions, it is inevitable
There is a risk of breaking, so you can't just fight with bare hands.
"Brother Hu, are you sure it's a cart from Songfeng Mountain?" The scar-faced man from the Yanyu Tower in Wei Changpan's group had some friendship with Hu Weiyong. In addition, they were from the same school as the Yanyu Tower, so they could talk freely, "Then
Songfeng Mountain is now as timid as a pika, going back to its cave at the slightest sign of trouble. Mr. Chen and his team have not been open for two decades. Earlier, he and Wei Xiaoxia of the Zhang family in Qishan County entered Songfeng County.
I was looking for information, but I never expected to be smelled bad. Fortunately, I and Wei Xiaoxia fought back and cut off the arm of an old dog on Songfeng Mountain..."
Hearing the words of this scar-faced man, the Yanyulou disciples other than Chen Shi, Wei Changpan and others were quite surprised. During the past few days, more than one of them had cut off the heads of three or four Songfeng Mountain disciples, seriously injuring them.
It has never happened before that the elder of Songfeng Mountain cut off his arm. After all, these old guys are afraid of death, and they mostly stay on Songfeng Mountain like turtles and don’t want to go down the mountain. These seemingly ridiculing words do not mean
The elder Songfengshan does not have enough weight in their eyes. These disciples of Yanyulou all understand that even if the elder Songfengshan stands in front of them and is slashed twice, he may not be able to kill him with two knives, seriously injuring him and breaking his arm? Or should he fight with Naqishan County Zhang?
We almost made a dish from our young lady’s son-in-law named Wei?
"Zhao Dashen's capable brothers know well that they still have the strength to fight against the inner disciples of Songfeng Mountain, but the elders of Songfeng Mountain?" Hu Weiyong saw that it was still too early, so he simply started talking, "Zhao Dascar
You have to touch your conscience and say, can you walk more than twenty strokes? You also broke one of his arms. You are the boss, so don’t lie."
"We have something to talk about. It's a joke that we are slow to enter the realm of martial arts. In three to five years, we will develop martial arts skills, and we will be able to fight against the elder of Songfeng Mountain twenty times. But that
You have to get to the point where you have no place to escape, otherwise if you fight against these old guys who have been practicing martial arts for a long time, you will always feel that you have been seen through before you even draw the sword." The scar-faced man from Yanyulou, that is,
Zhao Dashen sighed and said, "Don't laugh at me. Although Wei Xiaoxia and I bully the small ones, and Mr. Chen's power of four arrows, if Wei Xiaoxia hadn't given the old guy a slap on the chest in exchange for one,
Arms, can you still stand here and talk?"
After saying that, he showed off his severed finger and the incompletely healed injuries to the pipa bone to the surrounding Yanyu Tower disciples. In the Yanyu Tower, the disciples were all ashamed of being afraid of fighting and were proud to be the first to be brave. There was never any discussion of seniority in the building.
One set, the most contested thing on weekdays is who has the number of wounds and sword wounds on his body. There was even a scene where a boy in the building stabbed himself in order not to lose face in front of his fellow disciples, but he almost couldn't stop the bleeding.
Such ridiculous rumors like his life were lost.
Since the injuries on Zhao Dashen's body cannot be faked, is it possible that what he said before was the truth?
"Let us believe half of your boastful words of Zhao Dascar." Hu Weiyong saw the scars on his body, shook his head and smiled, "But in the Zhang family of Qishan County, where is the Wei Xiaoxia? You, Zhao Dascar, have so many surnames.
, why don’t you make up a more reliable one?”
"I would like to ask Brother Hu, why is there no Xiaoxia named Wei in the Zhang family in Qishan County?"
Seeing Zhao Dashen, who suddenly became serious for some reason, asked seriously, the disciples of Yanyulou nearby all looked at each other and smiled. Although the Zhang family in Qishan County said that everyone in Yanyulou was in the same boat now, Zhang Wu and Chen Shi were unequivocal in their own skills.
Many of the Zhang family in Qishan County admired him very much, but that didn't stop these Yanyulou children from hating the rat excrement in this pot of good porridge.
"I, Hu Weiyong, only know that the Zhang family in Qishan County has a son named Wei who is as timid as a mouse and has failed our lady." Hu Weiyong's face was cold and he said in a deep voice, "Wei Xiaoxia? Xia, I am also, that person's surname is Wei.
Can you still bear the title of chivalrous person?"
"You said he can't bear it because he can't bear it?" Zhao Dashen blinked anxiously, "I'm leaving it here, the Zhang family, Wei Changpan, and Wei Xiaoxia of Qishan County can bear this title!"
For no other reason than to be willing to exchange a palm for a sword for Wei Changpan, Zhao Dashen no longer thought that he was as useless as he had been in the past and what was said in the building.