Three hundred and twenty-seven town three mountains twenty
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Ye Chenliang, who always showed a calm and calm expression, had a twisted and ferocious face. He was so close, as if the success that was within easy reach was missed by the ignorant boy... No, he had no idea of taking action at all.
,Why is he hesitating anymore? Stupid! Stupid!
Wei Changpan was still in a daze. He understood the reason why Ye Chenliang lost his composure in front of him, and when he asked himself, he felt a little regretful. This was not the first time this happened. As long as he drew his sword, Wu Erlang would be a corpse. The people around him, those and others
People close to him no longer have to take such huge risks to attack and kill Wu Erlang.
"Never again, this is the last time."
These were the last words that Ye Chenliang left before he walked away. If he had any chance to choose, this flower-picking master would resolutely leave Wei Changpan. However, the promise of the military attaché surnamed Su he met that night was his.
What he must get, without the guarantee that the government will no longer pursue him, can he fearlessly settle the scores with the government?
The large carts they used were obtained by robbing and killing a group of merchants. They encountered several interrogations along the way and never showed any signs of timidity. As for why this group of merchants hired so many road guards... How can anyone care about these minutiae after all the money is in their pockets?
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The government's wanted notices for several leaders of Xiaoyao Mountain were posted all over the remote and remote areas of Suzhou. The portraits posted on the notices at various city passes were extremely handsome. Wu Erlang and Wei Changpan did not want to cause trouble, so they used
The superficial disguise techniques in the world can easily deceive the past.
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"Is this the painting of the Sa family?" Wu Erlang pointed at the poster posted on the big elm tree as thick as a hug and said with laughter, "It's better to just paint the head with monsters and monsters to scare the children."
Most of the portraits at the city pass were painted by city painters hired by the government. No matter how low the price was for a painter, a picture of dozens of copper plates would never be able to escape. Even if the government servants were to count the money, at most they would be nothing more than paintings.
If the amount is too big, it's just a fraction. In addition, some of the painters hired cheaply by villages and towns are incompetent. They are completely different from the important criminals wanted for government portraits. They are the ones who were removed by Takejiro and others.
No one might be able to recognize that this is the person in the painting even if he is disguised in a grand manner.
The more the portrait on the list looked less like him, the better it was for Wei Changpan. However, when he turned to look at Ye Chenliang, he saw that the flower-picking master's face was ashen. Wei Changpan was about to stretch his neck to take a look, but was unexpectedly caught by him.
He pulled off the portrait and said angrily, "What's there to see? It's more important to find those escorts earlier..."
Wu Erlang, who was standing by, nodded and said, "More than 20 brothers have spread out on the mountain. It's already dusk on the third day. I think there should be some news."
There is something in Ye Chen's sarcastic words. It has been more than three days since the gangsters in Xiaoyao Mountain were released. There are only about 20 gangsters who are still with Wu Erlang and them. Half of them are still his confidants. Now is the time to take action.
It's a good time. Once the Jinzhou Military Attache headed by Su Qilian is in place, that will be the perfect opportunity for them to close the net.
Everyone in Xiaoyaoshan stayed in an inn dozens of miles south of Huangling County. The owner of the inn was Xiaoyaoshan's spy hidden under the mountain. He had sent news to the mountain when he had robbed and killed the escort team of Wuhe Escort Bureau several times before.
There are one of the few safe places to stay at the foot of Yaoshan Mountain. The owner of the inn is a man of fifty years old, with a fairly strong body.
It happened that there was a relative in the family who worked as a small boss on Xiaoyao Mountain, and several times the inn was deliberately made difficult by local gangsters, but Xiaoyao Mountain turned the danger around, and a hard-won love developed between the two.
Wei Changpan knew clearly in his heart that Wu Erlang's martial arts realm was obvious to both him and Ye Chenliang. In fact, not long after the men and horses came down from Xiaoyao Mountain, there was a mutilated tail quietly behind them. Earlier, he was a little worried because of the former's sharp five senses and martial arts skills.
His innate intuition would allow him to sense the scouts behind him, but now it seems that he overestimated Wu Erlang's level, but also underestimated the abilities of his uncles, the Jinzhou military attachés.
"The wine in this inn is good, and the shopkeeper has the conscience not to add water to it." Wu Erlang brought a jar of wine and placed it on the Eight Immortals table, and motioned to Wei Changpan and the two of them to come over and drink together. "You guys, come and report the news."
There are still times when I have time to drink two more bowls."
The sun has set outside the inn, and the afterglow is full of clouds.
The innkeeper, who had arranged for the remaining twenty or so minions in Xiaoyao Mountain, brought some wine and food, and placed them respectfully on the Eight Immortals table before he dared to retreat. Before leaving the room, he heard Wu Erlang greeting him:
"The shopkeeper's hard work."
"Being able to serve all the kings is a small blessing, not hard work." The shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly, "Your Majesty, don't try to hurt the villain."
The innkeeper, who was more afraid of the people in Xiaoyaoshan than being close to him, left the room and then dared to rub his sore waist and legs and sigh. He went back to sleep while he could barely see clearly, and it was also good to save a lamp's oil money.
These kings of Xiaoyaoshan always come to the inn for food and accommodation, regardless of money. Even if the former wants to give it, the innkeeper may not dare to accept it. Every time these twenty or so people stay in the inn for a day, the innkeeper will give it to them.
There is no way to attract business every day, and there are more than twenty young and strong men, each of whom can eat as much as two or three others. They serve them with good wine, meat and delicious food every day, and the money is flowing away like water.
Already.
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind... The shopkeeper thought in his heart and didn't even dare to murmur out loud, for fear of being overheard by those Xiaoyaoshan kings, which would really lead to disaster.
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"This man runs the inn by himself. He serves as both the shopkeeper and the cook and also does the work of a boy. Twenty or so of us are staying here. Although the shopkeeper is still serving us respectfully on the outside, he may be feeling like a mother-in-law in his heart right now.
Here." Wu Erlang with a teasing tone picked up the bowl and poured wine for Wei Changpan, Ye Chenliang and both of them. Seeing Xiao Heizi standing by the side, he thought for a while and poured a small amount of wine from the bottom of the bowl to this disciple.
, "At your age, it doesn't hurt to try some drinks. Just remember not to drink too much when practicing martial arts in the future."
Xiao Heizi took the wine bowl with both hands, put his mouth to the edge of the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He only took half a mouthful of it, and immediately felt his throat burning.
Wu Erlang raised his head and finished the bowl of wine. Seeing Xiao Heizi choking on his throat, his cheeks were red and coughing, he laughed heartily: "Drink slowly, no one will compete with you!"
Xiao Heizi, who had suffered a lot, only dared to take a sip this time. Although these drinks were brewed by the innkeeper, he did not skimp on the ingredients due to the unique brewing technique. This unknown self-brewed water is as good as
In terms of taste, it often has a longer aftertaste than those famous cellared wines in big city restaurants that are said to be three years old or five years old.
After taking a small sip this time, Xiao Heizi's face was still red, but he was no longer as embarrassed as before.
There is already a faint sweetness between the lips and teeth.
Wei Changpan slowly sipped the wine from the bowl, and Ye Chenliang did the same.
"The Sa family is a little curious, how can you two endure it until now and still not take action? Is it possible that you are really thinking about the brotherhood on Xiaoyao Mountain that you can't bear to take action?"
Wu Erlang's words exploded in Wei Changpan's ears like thunder on the ground. He didn't have time to think, so he naturally reached out and held the knife.
But Ye Chenliang didn't move at all, but his eyes were fixed on the King of Xiaoyao Mountain in front of him, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
"It's just one sentence, so you can't hold it back? Wei Changpan, Wei Changpan, after all, is a fourth-floor martial artist with a lot of energy, how come he doesn't even have this bit of concentration?" Wu Erlang sighed faintly, "Originally, I only had four or five points.
That's all I'm convinced of. Now that you don't bring it upon yourself, it will be difficult for the Sa family to be merciful."
It turned out that that sentence was just a test, but Wei Changpan, who was originally nervous, believed it to be true. Before he could think about it carefully, his body felt threatened and reacted first.
Thousands of miles of foreshadowing, only a single step of success.
"Third brother, if you want to wash your hands in a golden basin, the Sa family will not stop you. But after all, you and the Sa family are old acquaintances. Why don't you even talk about the past friendship at this time?"
Xiao Heizi was confused and confused. He didn't know why the atmosphere at the table suddenly cooled down. It was just that this black boy always stood on the master's side, so he took a step forward and stood behind Wu Erlang, widening his eyes and posing.
With a ferocious look on his face, he looked at Wei Changpan and Ye Chenliang.
"The scouts you use for tracking are very good. Those useless military attachés in Suzhou can't train them to that level no matter how many years they are." Wu Erlang hit the nail on the head, "When your martial arts realm is higher, you may understand what it feels like...
..It’s a pity that you won’t have that opportunity again.”
Ye Chen's cold sleeves moved slightly.
Wu Erlang shook his head and said with a helpless expression: "There is no need to involve those little ones too. Lao San, the reason why the Sa family turns a blind eye to you cultivating confidants in the mountains is because they regard this as a means of self-protection for you, even if you give orders.
, even if all of those ten people succeed in one attack, more than ten people will be killed in vain, and the help to you will be quite limited."
"Let them all live so that we brothers can get together and get together easily, okay?"
There was actually a hint of request in the words of the King of Xiaoyaoshan.
Ye Chenliang stopped moving and fell into deep thought.
"You can live, third brother, but if you still have one more person, you must die." Wu Erlang turned to Wei Changpan with an indifferent expression, "Should we kill him at the neck, or should we fight to the death?"
Wei Changpan's posture slowly changed, and Ye Chenliang, who was close at hand, was also included in the sword's movement.
"Master Jiang is right. You are indeed a remnant of the Zhang family in Qishan County. The Sa family has no control over your relationship with Master Jiang at the beginning, but you deliberately planned to sneak into Xiaoyao Mountain to kill the Sa family..."
"Sajia can only kill you."
The careful design and advance arrangements all came to nothing. In the inn dozens of miles south of Huangling County, Suzhou, Dayao, in front of the young man holding a knife and preparing for power was Wu Erlang, the king of Xiaoyao Mountain.
This was his fault, and only by holding the knife could he be able to make some recovery.