Three hundred and twenty six town three mountains nineteen
Wu Erlang, Ye Chenliang and Wei Changpan were sitting in a large car together. Previously, the king of Xiaoyao Mountain suddenly became interested in driving the big car, so he took over the place of Xiao Heizi who was driving the big car. Not long after, he bumped into that person.
Several sergeants of the state army blocked the road, but fortunately those sergeants were only greedy for a few taels of silver and did not make things more difficult. Otherwise, the Xiaoyaoshan gangsters who were waiting in the first few large cars swarmed up and struck each one with a knife.
Cut these soldiers with sparse fists and feet into pulp.
After living together in the big car for two days, Wei Changpan also knew a lot about the charcoal boy's life experience. He was exactly the same as him ten years ago, but he didn't have such good luck. He met the girl from the brothel.
Mr. Qian is such a good master.
I couldn't survive at the bottom of the mountain, so I went up the mountain.
The black boy named Xiao Heizi was only ten years old when he went up the mountain. He had thin arms and legs that were no thicker than sticks, and he was half a head shorter than his peers. However, he was very capable of digging for food in the mountains and water all day long.
The strength developed by doing physical work at a young age is much higher than that of a child of this age, but he is still just a kid without all his teeth, working humbly and serving people all day long on Xiaoyao Mountain.
Privately, they were often bullied by the big and small bosses, but at least they were restrained by the rules set by Master Jiang on Xiaoyao Mountain, so these people didn't do anything openly.
What really made this mud-legged boy who was looked down upon by no one on Xiaoyao Mountain turn around was the time when some gangsters on the mountain went too far when they bullied this charcoal boy. As a result, the three big, muscular young men were stunned by this teenage boy.
The little black boy took a kitchen knife and slashed two of them wildly. The other one was so frightened by his fierceness that he ran away on the mountain with his head in his arms. The boy who was usually bullied had no intention of giving up and chased the man away for half a mile.
Only then did Xiao Yaoshan chop him in the back.
"At such a young age, I'm not slow with my sword, but it's just not fast enough to kill someone." Takejiro, who arrived belatedly, saw the black boy who was pinned to the ground by the mountain minions and was still struggling, squatted down and asked with a smile
, “Why hurt people?”
"They bully me every day!"
"Are you going to do anything wrong again?" The mountain minions nearby, who had pity for this little Heitan, reminded him. It was the three minions who made the mistake in the first place. As long as he admits his mistakes and surrenders in front of the king, he will be able to do better in the future.
The king's attitude towards the brothers on the mountain means that he can continue to stay on the mountain. With today's lesson, I believe those minions can also restrain themselves.
"If I learn martial arts in the future, these three people will be the first to be killed!" Xiao Heizi said angrily, "The reason why I go up the mountain is not to be bullied by the officials and their families. Why do I get bullied when I go up the mountain? The king also
Don’t you want to take care of it? Since your Majesty doesn’t take care of it, then they deserve to be killed! I only regret that I was greedy and gave them all their lives!”
The three people who had their wounds bandaged by the minions on the mountain limped to Wu Erlang and knelt down in fear. Everyone knew that the king attached great importance to friendship. They were considered old people in terms of seniority on Xiaoyao Mountain, even if they had many servants on weekdays.
The little one is a little black. After thinking about this past friendship, the king will not punish him too severely. A few whips and canes are better than being driven down the mountain to live the miserable and panic-stricken life again.
"You have never practiced martial arts, how come you dared to chop three people with a kitchen knife?"
"I want to live a good life, but they won't let me live a good life." The charcoal-black young man's eyes were as bright as wildfire, "I want to live..."
"This mountain is full of people who want to live. If you want to live, why don't they want to live?" said the tall and burly man.
There was an unquestionable majesty in King Xiaoyaoshan's voice, "Although they were at fault first, you used a knife on your brother. This is the biggest taboo. Kowtow to the three of them to apologize, and the matter will be over.
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"Otherwise, I'll break your legs, throw you down the mountain, and live the rest of your life begging for food in the mud."
The two men who restrained the black boy felt the strength under them increase. They didn't understand why this skinny and dark boy had so much strength, but no matter what, this boy could not match the strength of two strong men.
, his slightly raised head was slowly pushed down again, and half of his cheek, which was so thin that it was slightly sunken, was pressed against the gravel on the ground and rubbed, causing pain.
Next to his face were shoes, black cloth shoes with square tops, thick-soled short leather soap boots, and a few straw sandals.
There is nothing on his feet.
There seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, and he used up all the strength in his thin body to support his upper body upright little by little. Even though the severe pain when his arms were twisted behind his back and dislocated made his vision darken, he still couldn't.
He straightened his back and raised his head to look at the tall and burly king.
"You are really stubborn..." The king scratched his head and showed a helpless look, "There is no way..."
In the eyes of the black boy, this big man from Xiaoyaoshan, who was as tall as a god from heaven, pulled out his sword from his waist and chopped off the heads of the three minions with one blow. He looked up to the sky and laughed, "Only someone with such a stubborn head and brains can be regarded as a disciple of the Sa family."
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As a blessing in disguise, Xiao Heizi, who had the thickest thigh on Xiaoyao Mountain, embarked on the road of martial arts practice under the guidance of Wu Erlang. Everyone in Xiaoyao Mountain was jealous. This kid suddenly got the king to guide him. It is not said that martial arts will be smooth sailing in the future, but it will definitely be a lot less.
Due to the obstacles of quantity, there are also some sour remarks, saying that Xiao Heizi got this great opportunity and got a lot of guidance from the king in the future. It was like a pheasant turned into a phoenix.
When Wu Erlang taught Xiao Heizi martial arts, he did not avoid the sight of the gangsters in Xiaoyao Mountain. Therefore, there were many gangsters who secretly spied on him and wanted to steal the two powerful killers' moves. However, for half a year, these people could not see anything.
Come on, these are all moves that all the minions know. Some people kept looking at the scene for half a year, but in the end they still didn't see that the king had any secrets from them, so they all retreated in shame. Originally, they were in Xiaoyao.
Rumor has it that all those jealous criticisms are self-defeating.
Since that day when the three heads rolled down Xiaoyao Mountain, no one dared to provoke the originally low-status little Heizi. After all, no one was willing to use their heads to help the king sharpen the edge of his sword. Some
They were used to following the wind and seeing this little Heitan transform into the direct disciple of the King, they began to fawn over this little Heitan who they could step on whenever they were in a bad mood not long ago.
After only a few years on the mountain, he has experienced all kinds of humiliation. The grudge in Xiao Heizi's heart has become a huge mountain. How can one or two flattering words be enough to smooth it over?
On Xiaoyao Mountain, the first person he respected was the king, followed by Master Jiang, who had a sworn relationship with the king, and then, the fifth leader who had recently come to the mountain.
For some reason, Xiao Heizi felt close to the young Fifth Master at the first sight. He couldn't explain why, but the words and deeds of the Fifth Master, who also wore a sword like him, convinced Xiao Heizi that he was
People like myself.
I have also had very hard days, and then I cherish my current situation very much.
people.
"There are no specific routes for the escorts of Wuhe Escort Agency. Suzhou is so big that you don't know when you will pass by. How can you prepare in advance in a hurry?" Ye Chenliang kept silent as he got on the cart.
He suddenly said, "Why don't we send out some of the young men to act as scouts and report back as soon as they find the traces of Wu and the escort's men?"
"Third brother's idea is good. The reports from down the mountain are nonsense. If we really follow the routes listed above and search them one by one, I'm afraid the day lilies will be cold by then." Wu Erlang thought for a moment and then looked to the side as if he was wandering.
Wanli's little Heizi, seeing his absent-minded look, knocked a chestnut at him, "What's going on? You don't even listen to Master?"
"Your Majesty..."
"Call Master, this is not Xiaoyao Mountain, there are two masters, the third master and the fifth master."
"Master, let's go out to find out the news. What if by chance we meet someone from the Wuhe Escort Agency?" The black charcoal boy was a little nervous. After all, there were two bosses around, unlike him and his master on weekdays.
He spoke in a somewhat reserved manner, "I have little experience. If I make a mistake, Master and the two masters, please don't laugh at me..."
Wu Erlang shook his wrist, flicked his riding crop to stop the cart, turned over and got into the carriage, "That's true. If you send people out as scouts, it would be meaningless. If you use more, you will worry about running into those Wuhe Escorts."
The men and horses are going to suffer, right?"
Xiao Heizi nodded like he was pounding garlic.
"The Sa family originally respected the Wuhe Escort Bureau, not only because of the escort flags that had been erected for generations. Xiao Heizi, when your master's master took his master to travel around the world, he happened to come across the Wuhe Escort Bureau with the escort flags. Every escort master
They were all riding tall horses, so majestic." Wu Erlang actually had a smile on his face when he talked about this. "There was a young bodyguard who saw Sajia and was covetous of the tall horse, so he actually let Sajia sit on it.
Get on horseback and walk a few miles."
It was his first time riding a horse. The young escort surnamed Gu asked him to sit in front of him, held his hand and taught him to hold the reins. He did not need to be as stiff as a piece of wood. His body should rise and fall with the horse's back, otherwise he would not be able to walk.
After traveling more than ten miles, I will have backache...
These memories of the past made the King of Xiaoyaoshan feel a little dazed. How could he and Wuhe Escort, whom he once respected so much, reach such a desperate situation now?
Xiao Heizi put his chin in his hand and listened in fascination.
Anyone could see that Wu Erlang was almost defenseless at this time, exposing almost all his holes and flaws in front of Wei Changpan and Ye Chenliang.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Ye Chenliang signaled Wei Changpan with his sharp eyes to use his sword. He was able to restrain the charcoal young man nearby, but he could kill these two people in the blink of an eye. Xiao Yao, who was in the car a few years behind,
Before the mountain minions noticed anything, they could still calmly escape after killing Wu Erlang.
As long as you use the sword, things will come true.
Wei Changpan reached out and grasped the handle of the knife, but he still did not draw it out.
Once upon a time there was a mountain, a town in the mountain, and a small brothel in the town. In the small brothel, the master was telling stories to his disciples.