Three hundred and twenty town three mountains thirteen
Even though Wei Changpan saw with his own eyes that Wu Erlang's skills far exceeded their earlier expectations, the former Jinzhou Prefecture Army's Beidaying general was still stubborn. Wei Changpan, who was far inferior to the latter in both age and experience, was not in a position to say anything more.
, the unprovoked heart palpitations in his chest made him slightly uneasy, but he couldn't explain why.
When I climbed up the mountain again, my mind was filled with Su Qilian's hopeful look and words of encouragement. Since they had already come this far, why not just grit their teeth and finish the last short distance? A person who travels a hundred miles is half a mile, and for the latter,
He took these last words seriously.
Wei Changpan, who carefully erased the traces of his descent, happened to run into Zhao Hou'er face to face when he strolled back to his residence on the mountain. Perhaps it was because he was on the line with him, the fifth leader, that even with his status as a big boss on the mountain, he
The rising tide lifted all boats, and he became a small boss with a certain number, which gave him more confidence when he stopped people for questioning.
Zhao Hou'er, who thought he was a blessing in disguise, was naturally grateful to Wei Changpan. The position of the junior boss sounded a bit awkward, but Zhao Hou'er, who had got rid of his status as a big boss, was now on an equal footing with other bosses in the mountain, and he no longer had to show filial piety when he got money.
Now I don't have to worry about getting medicine for my daughter every month. How can I not be happy?
"The fifth master came out to enjoy the night view? Let's not talk about anything else in our Xiaoyao Mountain. The scenery is first-class and moving. How about you take the fifth master to the mountain for a walk?" Zhao, who was dressed in brand new clothes and holding a bamboo lantern.
Monkey patted his chest and said, "How do you put it in the language of a scholar? We don't have much knowledge and can't explain it...anyway, it's really damn good."
Even after being politely rejected by Wei Changpan, Zhao Hou'er was not discouraged. He held a lantern and sent him to his residence in the side hall on the mountain before leaving with satisfaction.
Zhao Hou'er has never been to a private school, and he doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters. However, he has really received favors from others. Even though he didn't say anything, he still has to do something, right?
Zhao Hou'er, who was humming a little tune, continued to patrol the mountain with a lantern. After all, this bamboo lantern was better than the tung oil torch. He would not always pay attention to the falling sparks and burn his body. Passers-by passed by the mountain.
The new clothes he had stripped off his body looked like a bitch, but he only had a dozen or so taels of silver...
Zhao Hou'er, who was originally in a leisurely mood, suddenly widened his eyes. There were at least half a hundred beads of fire on the mountainside. Was it because the government finally couldn't hold back and wanted to attack Xiaoyao Mountain at night? Or was it someone from the Wuwei Escort Bureau?
Revenge? Zhao Hou'er didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and went back to warn him. He was so good at patrolling the mountains with lanterns, so he had to leave the matter of fighting in battle to those with martial arts skills...
"There is no need to rush back in such a hurry. There are so many open and hidden sentries on the mountainside. You are not blind. Think about it. Who dares to go up the mountain so blatantly in the middle of the night? Who is a member of the government?"
Jiang Beipo patted Zhao Hou'er on the shoulder to calm him down, and said with a chuckle: "It's our third and fourth masters of Xiaoyaoshan who are back. It seems that the things the king told us have been completed, and we will inevitably have to kill the pigs again."
Slaughter the sheep, I just cleaned up the dust for the fifth head of the family a few days ago, you are quite lucky."
After hearing what the master said, Zhao Hou'er looked away intently. After a while, he saw clearly the approaching brothers with torches on the mountain. Almost everyone had a draft horse carrying goods next to them, and some of the horses had horses behind them.
Tie a rope and tie the other end of the rope
In the hands of the blindfolded people, those in ragged clothes had many injuries, and from time to time they were punched and kicked by Xiaoyaoshan's gangsters.
The two leaders of the team on the mountain have very different looks. One of them has a stocky build and rough and terrifying facial features. He is 80% similar in appearance to the ruthless bandit rumored to be. The other one has a skin that puts all the men in Xiaoyao Mountain to shame.
Presumably, even if he went out on the street to make trouble and said that he was the king of Xiaoyaoshan, not many people would believe him. Maybe there would be handsome ladies who would laugh at this young man's witty words.
However, if those handsome ladies knew about the countless deeds of the fifth master of Xiaoyaoshan picking flowers in those years, they might not have time to run away, and they would not have the courage to make fun of them.
Ye Chen slowly shook his peach blossom fan and walked leisurely and leisurely. The wide sleeves of his Confucian shirt fluttered in the wind, which was very charming. The stocky man next to him thought about returning to the mountain early, and he looked quite dissatisfied when he saw this.
The fourth leader was still behind this sissy, so he had to suppress his anger and remind him loudly:
"Before, I traveled day and night to avoid the government's pursuit. Now I have gone to the top of my mountain. It would be good to meet the king earlier."
"We've all arrived at our own territory, why should we be in such a hurry and embarrassed like before?" Ye Chenliang didn't take it seriously, but he didn't forget to stab this stupid man in his words, "This time I captured the king alive and named him to wait until then.
Naturally, you have done a great job, but there is no need for you, Fourth Brother, to be in such a hurry to go back and receive the reward."
The stocky man who was choked by Ye Chenliang snorted coldly and stopped talking. His temperament was not the same as that of this sissy, but for this man's acupuncture skills, he could only hold his nose and say hello. If it hadn't been for him earlier
Two shots were taken to restrain the life-threatening dart head, but it was still unknown whether he could be captured alive.
"Thank you for taking such a dangerous trip with your brothers on the mountain. Your Majesty felt quite sorry when you mentioned it to Jiang in the past few days. He estimated that he would be able to return to the mountain in the next few days, so he always ordered the kitchen to prepare good wine and meat.
Waiting for a banquet to wash away the dust."
Ye Chenliang and the stocky man were a little surprised to see Jiang Beipo greeting him here late at night. After all, the latter's seat on the mountain was ahead of the two of them, so there was no need for Mr. Jiang who was waiting to greet him in the middle of the night to show up here.
The two people, whose temperaments were at odds with each other, were both a little confused by the surprise.
Ye Chen, who was disdainful of the vulgar food on the mountain, bowed slightly on the north slope of the river, which was a sign of the latter's waiting here late at night. A solid man is not good at words, but he still understands this bit of human sophistication, but he is unwilling to imitate that person.
The sissy bowed and gave Master Jiang a fist in the air.
Jiangbeipo accepted it calmly.
"Although this is a redundant question, there are some things Jiang still has to say. The person the king named to be captured alive..."
Both of them heard the word "capture alive" that was emphasized in these words. However, the stocky man was still a little confused. He was clearly the head of the Wuhe Escort Agency, so why did he and Ye Chenliang need to mobilize all the troops?
After he was captured, he was given many warnings to keep him alive. However, the man named Ye was not good at fighting at close quarters, and he was so tired that he had two more scars on his body.
Ye Chenliang, who had earlier proclaimed himself king on a hill near Woniu Mountain, was in Washington at the time and naturally knew the inside story, but he just didn't bother to tell this foolish and reckless man.
Ye Chenliang is notorious in the world of several states in the southeast of Dayao because of his identity as a flower picker.
By the way, a few years ago, he had no choice but to hold his nose and become a king on that mountain. Rather than being a king, in his eyes, he was more like an old woman who took care of the eating, drinking and drinking of hundreds of people. How could he be the same as when he was alone? Chic and free. This libertine himself was not good at business management. In addition, he played the role of a hands-off shopkeeper on that mountain. It was only a matter of time before those hundreds of minions were wiped out by the government.
Ye Chenliang, who had given up the lives of hundreds of people on that mountain and only escaped with him, still felt a little guilty. Although the minions on that mountain were all useless villagers, they were all useless to him. His loyalty was impeccable, and for the first time many people asked him, a great king who knew everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, to learn how to write. What they learned was not how to write their own names, but how to write their own names.
Even when he went down the mountain to abduct a good family, he did the scene of a hero rescuing a beautiful woman. He had to look fierce to play the role of the adulterer, but he himself stepped forward at the right moment and beat the adulterer away with three strikes, five, five, and two. Isn't his heart already within reach? As he gets older and has been displaced in recent years, Ye Chenliang, who can no longer rely solely on his inferior skin to become a flower picker, has no choice but to make this move. He never thought about it several times in succession, except for... The first time he hit the guard next to a young lady from a wealthy family, it turned out to be a three-story martial artist. He beat the mountain goon who had just made fun of her until his muscles and bones were broken, and he succeeded without any effort.
The one man escaped easily, but the hundreds of minions on the hilltop dispersed in front of the officers and soldiers. Most of them were caught on the vegetable market and had their heads chopped off, and some of them were even accused of being adulterers. It's really unjust.
At that time, he was watching the beheadings at Caishikou. Ye Chenliang, who was excellent in acupuncture and light body skills, had not thought about robbing the execution ground, but the execution ground was heavily guarded and had to chop off the heads of dozens of people. , he was alone, even if he risked his life to save, how many could he save, and which ones should he save?
Go, go, you don’t even know how to write your own names, why are you learning how to write the name of this great king?
A few days ago, I gave my mother the medicine according to the prescription written by the king. She said a lot and asked me to come and ask for the king's name so that she could pray for his peace at the foot of the mountain.
It's just a random prescription. It may not cure your mother's illness. Don't be in a hurry to be grateful. If something happens to your mother, why don't you curse me to death with your name?
How can I dare? Your Majesty always remembers how kind you are to us brothers. Even the doctors in the city say my mother’s illness is incurable. Now that I have earned an extra day of living, there is no reason to resent the Majesty. ...
It was this guy on the mountain who suddenly remembered his compassion. When he was being led to the guillotine, he found Ye Chenliang's eyes in the crowd for no reason. When their eyes met, the latter was already ready to run away. He was preparing for the road, but the bruised man just grinned, half-turned his head and yelled at the executioner on the side, cut the knife faster, so that I can go down earlier to accompany my mother.