Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Stealth

Bunches of dim sunlight, like arrow rain, slanted in from the gaps in the branches and leaves, and fell into the depths of the mountain forest, only to be swallowed by the dense and dark. In the smoky light, there are foreign objects darting. If you look at it from a distance, you may think it is just the shadow of leaves blown by the wind; only when you look closely, can you tell that it is the figure of a person. The figure moved slowly and steadily, sneaking between the tree trunks without making the slightest sound.Those strides that suppressed strength made one imagine a boa constrictor quietly approaching its prey.

The owner of this strange figure is Meng Qihe, the leader of the bandits. Just like in the cottage yesterday, Meng Qihe still had his lean and strong upper body bare, but his originally copper-colored skin was painted in turquoise—it was a pigment prepared by smashing leaves and green fruits into a paste. Afterwards, the color of the body is blended with the surrounding woods, and the body odor is also covered up, even the noses of wild animals in the forest can be concealed. On the green painted body, Meng Qihe used charcoal ash to smear many markings, which made the outline even more difficult to detect.The dark brown trousers on his lower body are surrounded by many vines with leaves, which is another layer of concealment camouflage.

These were all taught to him by his hunter father. Meng Qihe walked among the uneven, dead branches and fallen leaves in the woods, his steps were as easy as walking in daily life, and he didn't hear any sound with each step, which fully demonstrated the exquisite kung fu of Baguamen's footwork. Two years ago, Meng Qihe was rounded up by a brigade led by Wang Shouren. It was because of this camouflage and footwork that he sneaked through the opponent's line of defense alone and soundlessly, and opened a gap in the back. into the mountains. ——Today, I am serving Lord Wang with the same set of kung fu.

Meng Qihe reached the top of the slope in the woods, slowly squatted down and remained motionless, holding a dagger with a blackened blade in his hand, maintaining a curled up posture, his eyes scanned all directions, and his hearing was greatly expanded. He inspected for a while, making sure that there were no enemy sentries in front of the forest, and then he stood up, his posture and movements changed immediately, like a restless ape, he jumped back towards the way he came. Meng Qihe ran back to the shade of a tree in the middle of the mountain.There was a relatively gentle slope, and many figures were sitting and resting on the rocks, with a lot of heavy luggage beside them.

Tang Ba, a young bandit wearing a bamboo armor, was slapping the mosquitoes that crawled on him wonderingly, but when he saw the leader return, he immediately stood up excitedly. "There is no one ahead, we can go on." Meng Qihe was actually covered in sweat from running, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. After he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to lift the Eight Diagrams Broadsword that was resting on the corner of the hillside, and hung it obliquely behind his back. Those figures set off at the same time.The nineteen people are bandits under Meng Qihe's command, and they all select the strongest elites.They traveled as lightly as the leader, but each carried or carried a large and heavy cloth bag.The cloth bags were all swollen, and it was vaguely visible that there were things the size of human heads stored inside. When they were lifted up, there was a sound of rubbing stones inside.

Among the nineteen people, only Tang Ba and another bandit didn't carry cloth bags, but they carried a large thick and long rope in a circle on their shoulders, which seemed not much lighter than those cloth bags. . This time they climbed the mountain, they walked through the desolate forest without paths, the hillside was rugged and difficult to walk, and the forest was extremely dense, and they had to carry such a heavy thing. The walking was very hard and slow, and it was only half completed at dusk.Seeing that it is almost night, it will be more difficult to climb in the dark for the long distance ahead.

But none of the nineteen people complained, Meng Qihe gave an order, and they silently picked up their things and started on the road. This is of course because the leader they respect, Meng Qihe, is at the front; what's more, a group of innocent villagers are in the clutches of King Bolongshu at this moment, and they all know that there is no further delay. But there were more than these reasons: among them, there was a twentieth person. This figure was taller than everyone else, with long things in his hands and behind his back, and he was walking up the mountain with slightly crooked steps.

That was Shimadzu Hu Linglan with a longbow on her back.She tied the handle of the Nodachi to the scabbard, used it as a walking stick, and climbed up step by step, frowning. Although Hu Linglan had tightly bound her waist and hips several times with cloth belts, every step she took still brought pain.But she is refusing to slow down. ——As long as you think that every moment you are late, another villager will be executed in front of the "Qinglian Temple", and your physical pain is nothing. Meng Qihe couldn't help but look at this heroic female swordsman again.In order to hide her presence in the mountains, Hu Linglan changed into a set of dark blue coarse cloth men's clothes, but she still didn't lose her beauty in the slightest.After a long hike, her clothes were drenched with sweat, showing a beautiful body curve.The bandit walking behind looked dumbfounded, couldn't help swallowing his Adam's apple, and then let out a sharp breath, bracing himself and continuing to walk.

Seeing this, Meng Qihe couldn't help laughing and cursing inwardly: ——Master Wang, you old fox... Did you make her up on purpose? Meng Qihe has been with his subordinates for a long time, and knows their tempers well.If it were normal, forcing them to do the drudgery of carrying heavy loads and climbing the mountain, no matter how urgent it was, they would definitely be complaining at this moment, and they would slow down to some extent. But now everyone is unwilling to fall behind the companions next to them, competing to climb up the mountain, and the younger ones even compete to get the heaviest cloth bag.No one is willing to show weakness in front of such a beautiful woman from a foreign country - fatigue and hard work are trivial matters, and the prestige of a Jiangxi man is absolutely not to be lost!

Meng Qihe is naturally short and thin, and he has long been used to getting along with people who are much taller than himself. It is not unpleasant to walk with Hu Linglan; but the big knife she uses is even longer than his. He felt a little uncomfortable. He has been trapped on the mountain with a group of stinky men for a long time. When he saw such a beautiful woman, he couldn't help teasing her and said: "Woman, have you had a hard time walking? Do you want me to give you a ride?" Meng Qihe patted himself on the back: "Come on!" "Huh" came towards Meng Qihe head-on, he frantically swung the "Ba Gua Zhang" outwards, and removed the sheath tail that Hu Linglan had stabbed!

Hu Linglan's move went very fast, the long knife was even heavier with the sheath attached, but she was still very easy to use it with one hand.Meng Qihe blocked the thorn in embarrassment, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue. "You're joking! You're joking!" Meng Qihe started to walk backwards up the slope as he spoke, pulling away from Hu Linglan by a foot, thinking that this Japanese female swordsman really couldn't offend her. "Boss, eat tofu and eat rocks!" The bandits behind laughed, and their morale improved a lot.This is exactly what Meng Qihe hoped for. Meng Qihe turned his head, put away his smile, and concentrated on driving up the mountain again. Although he didn't carry heavy loads, he was actually no easier than his subordinates: in case King Bolongshu might set up sentries at the eastern foot of Qingyuan Mountain, Meng Qihe acted as an arrow to explore, first make sure that there were no enemies in the way ahead, and then turned back to inform the brigade to move forward, so every section He has to walk the road three times, especially the first silent sneak, which is very energy-consuming. Although the chances of the Shu kings deploying defenses in this wild forest are not great, Meng Qihe dare not be rash, because he knows how important his surprise army is in Wang Shouren's strategy of attacking "Qinglian Temple". Thinking of Lord Wang, Meng Qihe's eyes lit up in the increasingly dark woods. He recalled the scene when he returned to his long-lost hometown in the county this morning: Meng Qihe was notified by Tang Ba's fast horse that he knew the terrible news that King Bolongshu had kidnapped more than 400 people from Sitang Village and was about to execute them one by one on a regular basis, so he quickly gathered his people and rushed to the county town to join them. A year ago, he once again became a bandit, and with no one to see him off, he left the city at night with anger and helplessness; today he came back with a hundred people, and the people of Luling County opened the city gates to welcome them. All of them showed expressions of relief and anticipation as they watched him pass by.Seeing this, Meng Qihe sighed inwardly. Although Meng Qihe was exonerated by Wang Shouren last time, his life in Luling was not easy.After all, he is not innocent, and he did kill or injure people when he was a thief, so he was often looked down upon in the city; even decent merchants and wealthy households dare not hire him, so he can only do some low-level and rough jobs, and he is often punished. The government insulted. Born and raised in Luling, Meng Qihe has never been so respected as he is today for more than 20 years. ——It was Wang Shouren, teaching him to find the true value of being a person. But when they reunited with Wang Shouren outside Guanwang Temple, neither of them said anything.Wang Shouren only glanced at Meng Qihe, without even saying hello, he unfolded the topographical map of "Qinglian Temple" he had sketched, and began to explain his proposed strategy. ——Now is not the time to waste time gathering old people.If there is anything to say, save it after saving people and killing enemies. Meng Qihe was an enemy of Wang Shouren in the past, and it was the first time he was under his command.But Meng Qihe already had rich experience in leading a brigade of bandits. He understood Master Wang's strategy immediately after hearing it, and quickly arranged for his men to collect the necessary supplies and equipment. trip.Before noon, a total of twenty-two of them, together with three pack horses, had set off to leave the city. Before dispatching, Meng Qihe handed over the main force of the rest of the brigade to the command of his one-eyed old confidant Liang Futong, and said to the temporarily separated subordinates: "Today, never show mercy." Meng Qihe glanced at his subordinates.Although he is a thief, he is not a murderous person after all. He often restrains his subordinates on weekdays, and when doing business and confronting the government, he should try to hurt as little as possible. — but today is the time to lift the ban. "This time, they are the thieves!" Meng Qihe raised the gossip sword and shouted, and then rode out of the city with his brother's sudden response. In Wang Shouren's strategy, the 22 people including Meng Qihe and Hu Linglan were in charge of the most important surprise attack, the first task was to avoid the eyes and ears of King Shu, so they took a detour to the east of Qingyuan Mountain.The group of people was full of spirits, and it took less than two hours to reach the foot of the mountain. However, the dangerous mountains and forests at the eastern foot were more difficult to cross than Meng Qihe estimated.Not long after going up the mountain, one brother sprained his ankle and could no longer walk, so he stayed behind, so there were only nineteen people left. ——I can't go on like this.One person dies every half an hour over there!And if we want to cooperate with the main attack, we must reach the summit before midnight! Meng Qihe was in the front, cutting branches with the sickle Tang Ba gave him to open the way, while speeding up the pace of climbing, imperceptibly urging his companions behind him to speed up to keep up.He knew that doing so was pushing the physical exertion of his subordinates to the limit, and he was afraid that more people would be accidentally injured at any time.But he has no choice. The panting in the back gradually increased, and the laughter could no longer be heard.Even the existence of Hu Linglan lost its motivating effect, and the bandits no longer had the leisure to glance at her. But Hu Linglan herself, still bearing the knife wound on her waist, followed Meng Qihe's footsteps closely.Meng Qihe scratched at her messy hair like a bird's nest, amazed at this woman's perseverance. ——Where did she get this strength?Who the hell are these guys? In the morning in the county town, Meng Qihe was only focused on preparing for the battle, and had no time to really get to know "Six Swords of Breaking the Door".Yesterday Qingcheng sent young swordsman Yan Heng to the Mapiling cottage, which surprised Meng Qihe. Unexpectedly, Yan Heng's companions were more weird than the other, either a beautiful girl with a sword, or a monk in battle armor; The other weird old man covered in weapons is also extraordinary. But what impressed Meng Qihe the most was the burly man with a limping leg, a wounded left arm hanging on his chest, and a black armor and cloak. "My name is Jing Li." Among the group, he was the first to come over to say hello to Meng Qihe.There was a bright and heroic smile on the face slanted with black cloth strips. Meng Qihe nodded towards him.He could smell that Jing Li had a similar smell to himself, and everyone also carried an unruly wildness.He immediately had a good impression of Jing Li. At that time, Meng Qihe was applying the prepared green paint to his body.Jing Li looked curiously, guessing that this was a means of concealment in the mountains, and patted his thigh with a smile: "This is really interesting! Can you teach me?" "Okay." Meng Qihe replied straightforwardly, and then added: "If we all come back alive." The two men looked at each other and smiled together... Meng Qihe has seen the sword wounds suffered by the "Six Swords of Breaking the Door", and imagined how dangerous their previous battle with King Bolongshu was. ——They have fought to such a degree for ordinary people they don't know at all; how can we Luling children be compared? Meng Qihe gritted his teeth, swung his sickle fiercely, chopped off a bunch of thorny branches, and continued to step up. Hu Linglan, who was following behind him, was also thinking about Jing Li. In the county seat in the morning, when she learned of Wang Shouren's strategy and asked her to separate from Jing Li, she immediately protested anxiously. "No! I want to follow him!" Hearing this, even Tong Jing was surprised.Although Tong Jing knew that Huling Lan's heart was broken, the strong Lan sister always concealed it with arrogance, and she was rarely so direct. ——It can be seen how much brother Jing's serious injury made her feel distressed... "Don't say anything willful." Jing Li categorically rejects Hu Linglan. "This time, hundreds of lives are tied to us." "But..." Hu Linglan blushed and wanted to retort: ——Hundreds of lives are not as important as yours. But she still couldn't say such words in such a situation. "You want me to be safe, so go and do your best to complete the task Master Wang entrusted to you." Jing Li said: "If you give the enemy the most trouble and damage, the danger on my side will be the least." When Hu Linglan followed Meng Qihe out of the city, she looked back at Jing Li, who was dressed in black. She recalled that night in Hanyang City: He held her palm and said that he would marry her... good.Born as the daughter of a samurai family, Shimadzu Hu Linglan was destined to marry a samurai's wife. Then you should have the bearing of a samurai's wife. Hu Linglan supported the rock with her wild sword, raised her injured long leg, bit her cherry lip, and tried her best to climb up in the direction of victory. —He was waiting for me at the other end.
Denglong Village at the northern foot of Qingyuan Mountain has never been as noisy as this evening in a hundred years. Even in the days of peace in the past, such as crucian carp tourists visiting the "Qinglian Temple" and resting in the village shop halfway; There are not as many people crammed into the place as it is at the moment. Wang Shouren led a rebel army of more than 600 people from Luling to fill up the small village that had been abandoned due to the occupation by King Bolongshu, and the rows of empty houses suddenly revived with life. The twilight of the West is but a thin line.The folks lit fires in various open spaces in the village to illuminate, and strictly guarded the roads in and out of the village to prevent the disciples of King Shu from sneaking in to make trouble.Some people are responsible for making fire and cooking in the house. ——A long night is about to begin.It is natural to have a full stomach before fighting. Wang Shouren, under the protection of Yan Heng and Lian Feihong, followed by six disciples, walked and inspected the village.Along the way, he personally greeted many armed Luling civilians, in order to boost their morale. "They... are still very scared." Mr. Feihong, who was on Wang Shouren's right, put his injured right arm on the handle of the knife at his waist while walking, and stroked his white beard with the other hand, whispering to Wang Shouren in a worried tone. Yan Heng took a closer look, under the shadow of the fire, the faces of those men were all pale and solemn. "No way." Wang Shouren said.Now they are not guarding the city, but directly stepping on the stronghold of King Bolongshu. For these township civilians, it feels like putting their hands into the mouth of a tiger.Although these hundreds of people are volunteers, after all, a few days ago, they were still alive under the clutches of King Shu. Except for the "Six Swords of Breaking the Door" and the eighty bandits left behind by Meng Qihe, the remaining five hundred people in this rebel army were all men who voluntarily joined in Luling County and neighboring villages.Since the king of Shu has been in trouble for a long time, many young and strong people in Luling who can leave their hometowns to make a living have escaped, or they have become bandits like Meng Qihe. The remaining men are either too young or too old. Can Wang Shouren recruit them? This number is not easy. Although there is an advantage of several times the number of troops on the surface, Wang Shouren knows very well that this group of people is not a reliable combat force.They can still use the formation to defend the city, but now it is too reluctant to go out of the city to attack.He didn't expect to rely on this number of people to attack the "Qinglian Temple". The mobilization of such a number was mainly to strengthen the momentum. ——But if it comes to the worst moment, they still have to fight... There are also young men similar to Xue Jiuniu's age in Minzhuang.When Wang Shouren saw them, although he didn't want to send them to the battlefield, he had no choice. ——If this battle is not defeated, everyone will have no tomorrow. Yan Heng looked at Wang Shouren's worried face from the side. ——When a leader is responsible for the life and death of others, it is really not easy. He thought that if he really wanted to revive the Qingcheng School, he would have to take on this role one day, and now he had to learn from Master Wang.He saw it with his own eyes yesterday, how Wang Shouren convinced Meng Qihe, and his rhetoric was both reasonable and reasonable, it was really admirable. At this time, in the center of the village, the sound of a man crying was heard. Wang Shouren was afraid that the morale of the army would be affected, so he rushed to find out what happened.I saw two men sitting on the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall in Denglong Village. The older one was holding an ancestral tablet in his hand, and they embraced and cried.Other nearby folks also gathered around and looked at them curiously. Seeing Wang Shouren approaching, the two knelt down and kowtowed to him: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for bringing our brothers home! Our ancestors are still here! Our ancestors are still here!" The brothers surnamed Zhao were originally from Denglong Village. On the day Bolongshu King came to Qingyuan Mountain, Zhao Da just took his younger brother to another village to talk about marriage, so they escaped, but they were never able to return home.Zhao Da's wife was raped and humiliated by the kings of Shu for a long time, and Jing Li and Xue Jiuniu rescued the county seat the day before yesterday. The two brothers felt the kindness of the knights and resolutely volunteered to join the rebel army. Not being defiled by the monster, he burst into tears with excitement. Wang Shouren's disciple stepped forward and quickly helped them up.The surrounding people, whose homes have also been abused by the King of Shu for a long time, couldn't help being touched when they saw the situation of the Zhao brothers. They had long accumulated bitterness, and many of them couldn't help crying along with them. At this time, a figure jumped forward and kicked a kick on the buttocks of a crying man next to him. The man yelled and fell to the ground. "Why are you crying? Sissy!" Lian Feihong's white beard was blown by the wind, his expression was full of majesty, and he glanced at the crowd with disgust, making them all frightened. "What do you think you're here for now?" Lian Feihong raised his right arm, which was severely wounded by the Bolongshu King's magic sword and was now wrapped in layers.When everyone saw it, they all thought of the blood shed by this old chivalrous man to save Luling. "Today, you will take back your own place!" When all the people heard it, the original sad atmosphere was swept away. - That's right.It was originally ours. —There is no reason for someone to take it away and not make a sound. They all looked towards the dark top of Qingyuan Mountain. Although the flames rising in their hearts were not enough to completely drive away their fear, at least they had the courage to climb the mountain. Wang Shouren looked at Lian Feihong and nodded in greeting. "It's nothing." Mr. Feihong shrugged his shoulders: "I hate the guy who is timid." He looked at Yan Heng and said with a smile: "I didn't know how many butts I kicked in Kongtong Mountain before!" On the other side of the village, Jing Li, dressed in black, seemed to be half-melted in the night. He stood next to the black horse he had snatched from the plum heart tree, checked the saddle belt to make sure it was not loose, then stroked the horse's mane and looked at the people in the village. I saw the group of bandits led by Meng Qihe's subordinate Liang Futong, dozens of them formed a group of their own, eating, drinking and laughing together, with a calm demeanor, far calmer than Min Zhuang. After all, they are used to living on the edge of a knife, and once they fight with the leader, they don't think much about life and death.Of course, it would be a lie to say that there is no fear at all; but this group of guys loves to be competitive in the cottage, and no one wants to show weakness in front of their companions. Jing Li looked at the surrounding village houses again, recalling the scene where he sneaked in with Xue Jiuniu two nights ago, and what Xue Jiuniu had said to him. ——Boy, at that time, I lost to you. Jing Li reached out to touch the long Japanese sword hanging on the side of the saddle. Yesterday Xue Jiuniu exchanged his life and sent it to Jing Lie. Jing Li gently pulled out the Japanese sword by an inch or so.The silver blade reflected the fire in the distance, shining slightly. ——Tonight, I will cut off that guy's head and take it back as a sacrifice to you. He forcefully put the knife back into its sheath, making a clear sound of gold and iron in the night sky. At the same time, a few houses behind him, Yuan Xing was sitting quietly on a rock, and a county official behind him shaved off the thin layer of hair on his head with a knife. The stubble on the round cheeks and chin was also shaved.He stroked his smooth face and said to the county man who shaved his head: "This knife is really good." "Of course." The man replied with a smile: "This knife was sharpened by Mr. Han Shizi before, and the edge is extremely fast. He only sharpened it once, and it hasn't blunted in the slightest after using it for more than a year." Tong Jing squatted aside, put the "Still Life Sword" horizontally in front of her abdomen, held her face in her hands, and watched Yuan Xing shaved off her beard. "Monk, you still look better like this. You are more than ten years younger than before." "Stop talking nonsense." Yuan Xing blushed when she said that.After all, he grew up in a Buddhist temple and rarely talked to women. It felt unnatural to be stared at by a delicate girl. At this time, the top of the head was also shaved.When Yuan Xing touched it, he felt that it was even more unnatural than usual messy hair.There may be only one monk in the world who doesn't like to shave his head. "Why do you have to shave it clean?" Tong Jing asked curiously. "It's Lord Wang's order." Yuan Xing smiled mysteriously, picked up the small cloth bag on the ground, and handed it to Tong Jing. "Now it's up to you." Tong Jing took the cloth bag puzzled. "What is this... for?" "Master Wang called you." Yuan Xing said, "You are a girl with thin hands. Do you like drawing things?" Tong Jing opened the cloth bag, and inside was an inkstone and a tube of thin brushes.The county man brought over the bowl of water used to wash the blade. She was full of suspicion: what is this for?Seeing the county official behind Yuanxing, he took out a piece of clothing from a large cloth bag. Seeing that dress, the clever Tong Jing was stunned. "I said... Lord Wang, what an old fox..." She rubbed the ink as she spoke.Although Tong Jing was born in a gang family, it is impossible for her to be in-laws with the innocent official Jia, but her father, Tong Boxiong, still has high hopes for his only daughter. Since his daughter became sensible, he hired a husband to teach her to read and write at home. "By the way, Miss Tong..." Yuan Xing looked at her and asked, "How did you follow Jing to crack them?" While grinding the ink, Tong Jing talked about what happened in Chengdu.Thinking back to meeting Yan Heng, now I just feel annoyed and funny. "I don't know why. When I was a child in the head office of the gang, I just liked seeing the swords, guns, swords and halberds and the gang members practicing martial arts." Yuan Xing raised his thick eyebrows and scratched his bald head: "Me too! When I was young in Shaolin Temple, I was thinking about punching and sticking all day long, and I refused to read Buddhist scriptures. , I copied while gaiting, haha..." When Tong Jing met her confidant, she couldn't help laughing with her rabbit-like front teeth. "Okay." Tong Jing polished the ink well and rubbed it with a fine brush a few times: "Come on, Master, sit still and don't move." Yuan Xing winked at her: "Remember, draw more scary." Tong Jing lifted the tip of the pen and touched it on her round cheeks.
A spacious meditation room in the back of the "Qinglian Temple" is furnished like a warehouse, and it is full of sundries.The shelf on the wall where scriptures were originally placed was filled with medicine bottles and cans, and a small green brick stove was piled up in the corner, and the pot on it was boiling an unknown slurry. There is a long table in the middle of the room, surrounded by ten or eight skinny young girls, with cloth towels covering their mouths and noses, they put the prepared medicinal powder into small paper packets according to the amount, and after gathering twenty small packets, they wrapped them into a large packet. .Looking closely at the papers, they are all pages torn from the Buddhist scriptures stored in the "Qinglian Temple". The doors and windows of the meditation room are tightly sealed to prevent impurities and dust from flying in.These girls were all plundered by King Shu from nearby villages, and a dozen or so of them were selected to be trapped here, working day and night to make medicines for King Shu.The king of surgery even made it clear that his subordinates must not violate them—of course, the reason was not to be sympathetic, but to not want to hinder the progress of the pharmaceutical. Bolongshu King Wu Jihong stood near the door, stretched out his big palm like a banana leaf, and caressed the two stacks of small wooden boxes placed by the wall.The collection inside is all "Fangxian San" made here. Although the war is currently under way, the delivery of the goods is imminent. Bo Longshu King will never allow it to stop, even more so as usual twice a day to personally monitor. It took three months to make this batch of "Fang Xian San".Previously, the king of Shu even conducted several months of experiments with the people of Luling County, constantly improving the formula. He firmly believes that the current batch is very close to the effect of the original prescription of Wuyijiao. ——These medicines will be exchanged for our first capital. Wu Jihong is already planning in his heart: how to use this magic drug that makes people unable to extricate themselves, to increase the capital several times; and then to carry out that great ideal, and prepare for the return of "senior brother"... ——Unfortunately, Junior Brother Mei cannot accompany me to see this day... Thinking of the plum heart tree that was killed, King Bolongshu's nails were like sharp knives, grabbing into the wooden box. "Exit King Shu!" A disciple's voice came from outside the back door. This pharmaceutical meditation room is a forbidden place, and the disciples came to him urgently, so they must report something important. King Bolongshu took another look at the girls.They have been imprisoned here for a long time to refine "Fangxiansan". Although they cover their mouths and noses with cloth, they still inevitably inhale a small amount every day. Their bodies have been damaged, and their eyes are dull. Work non-stop. King Shu felt satisfied after seeing it, so he opened the door and went out.Apart from the two disciples in charge of guarding outside, there was another person half-kneeling in front of him. "Let me tell you, the other party has already entered the village at the foot of the mountain..." The disciple said anxiously, "There are hundreds of people, but they haven't come up the mountain yet." ——The enemy was several times as many as ours, and this disciple was actually very uneasy; but he knew that the king of the arts hated the fear of his disciples the most, so he pretended to be calm and ordinary. "Haven't come here... Aren't they anxious?" Bo Longshu King pondered.He had made a rule to execute a hostage in Sitang Village every half hour, but the enemy did not rush up immediately when they reached the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.He can endure when he should endure; and he can organize and mobilize hundreds of people within half a day... It can be seen that this leader is definitely a character. ——Could it be the one who killed Junior Brother Mei?Or one of the few swordsmen who didn't make a move? Thinking of the coming time to slash the enemy for Mei Xinshu, King Bolongshu held the handle of the Wudang sword on his waist, his five knuckles turned white. "Your Majesty, how should we deal with it?..." asked the disciple in charge of delivering the order. "Stay safe and guard the mountain gate. There will be a pile of corpses." King Shu said coldly, and then added: "Continue to execute on time." The disciple took the order and turned back.King Shu thought for a while but called again: "Wait a minute. Today's hostage... was killed by Huo Huqi?" The disciple turned around and stopped, bowed his head and said, "She's just left to us to handle... When I came here, I didn't see her along the way." Shu Wang waved him away, but he was thinking in his heart: Huo Yaohua would always kill one or two of these things with his own hands, so as not to be looked down upon by many male disciples as being soft-hearted... King Bolongshu faintly sensed that something was wrong with Huo Yaohua since yesterday, but he couldn't tell what had changed. However, King Bolongshu's trust in Huo Yaohua is still unshakable. He doesn't believe that there is anything in the world that can control people's hearts more than his evil, majesty and magic medicine.
The curved blade was carved into the wooden post.But the palm holding the knife was trembling, and the horizontal stripes on the pillar became crooked. Huo Yaohua took back the hunting knife from a foreign country of Nanman, and stared at it blankly.The tip of the knife was still trembling involuntarily along with the palm. This is the consequence of the onset of drug addiction after stopping taking "Zhao Ling Pill" for one day and one night. Huo Yaohua showed black eye circles, and lost her usual charming and dangerous look.She feels very hard.In the fierce sword fight with Hu Linglan the night before, Huo Yaohua's wounds were actually not much lighter than the opponent's, but the pain was relieved by the medicine that has been transferred; after the medicine faded, the knife felt like it was about to split The feeling, after adjusting the breath, has now regained its strength. Huo Yaohua touched the forehead hit by Hu Linglan with the handle of the knife, and a deep pain hit the center of her head with just a light touch.She cursed and shook her head, shaking off the dizziness. "That stinking woman... sooner or later she will be beheaded..." She knew that it was very simple to relieve the pain and stop the trembling. She just took out the pack of "Zhao Ling Dan" from her pocket and took it.But she endured it.Thinking of all the horrible hallucinations in his mind after being hit by Hu Linglan that night, Huo Yaohua felt his mouth dry, and still had a reaction of wanting to vomit.She had never felt such disgust before—she always enjoyed the elixir bestowed by His Majesty the King of Art as candy. The strange thing is that after not taking the "Zhaoling Pill" for a day, Huo Yaohua felt a long-lost clarity in her mind, as if suddenly thinking about many things. She supported the wooden pillar outside the "Qinglian Temple" and sat down, unconsciously playing with the wooden handle of the knife with her fingers, her eyes looking far ahead. This is facing the open space on the south side of the Zen temple. There are several piles of fire burning at the other end. There are many figures under the firelight. There are low crying sounds from inside. It is the more than 400 hostages from Sitang Village who came up to the mountain last night. . She saw a disciple of King Shu coming out of the crowd, holding a shining machete in one hand and something in the other.He walked to the creek in front of the clearing, threw the thing aside, and squatted down to wash the blade with the stream water.After a while, he stood up, wiped the blade with the five-color robe of Wuyijiao on his body, put the knife back into the sheath around his waist, and hummed "The True Song of Things Destroyed" relaxedly, and walked back to the crowd of hostages: "Do all my desires, everything will be destroyed and the soul will return... Serve God with sincerity, preach the great power..." Another Sitang villager was beheaded. During these years following Queen Bolongshu, Huo Yaohua has always been indifferent to such massacres.But at this moment, she had many thoughts. She looked down again at the pocket knife she got yesterday.The man with tattoos on his shoulder not only reminded her of her senior brother Weng Chengtian, but also taught her to recall her past self. Exchanging the body for martial arts; murdering the master and running away; killing fellow members of the Chu Lang Dao Sect... Huo Yaohua has never felt the slightest bit of guilt or regret about these things. ——It was all forced out by that stinking man! She kept telling herself: I am the one being persecuted.Even if she later became a bandit and murdered for money, she firmly believed that she was just helpless: a lonely woman like me only has the ability to kill, if I don't do this, how can I survive? But at this moment she suddenly turned her head, only then did she realize: ——When did I change from a victim to the victim? Huo Yaohua's back was dripping with cold sweat. She has always been a female wolf surviving in the wilderness, and she is proud of it; but now she realizes that at some point, she has become a dog raised by others to bite people. She gripped the handle tightly.My hands trembled even more. ——The owner of this knife...what does he think of me? ... Huo Yaohua has never minded being hated - this has always been the energy that drives her to survive.She dared to be an enemy of the world. But being hated and despised by others is another matter... She felt her mind was in turmoil, and she just wanted to get away from it all, to think about nothing.Trembling fingers began to slowly reach into the pockets of the five-color shirt... ——What's the use of thinking about it again... Haha, Huo Yaohua, Huo Yaohua, do you think you can turn your head back today? —Take one...forget about it all... At this moment, the sound of gongs on the opposite side of the "Karma Bridge" in the south suddenly broke out. Awakened by the sudden sound, Huo Yaohua's hand stopped. "Here we come! We are here!" The large open space on the other side of the creek is where the main forces of Shu Wang's defenders gathered, and there was a call from there: "Set up the formation!" Then the leader of the art kings blew a sharp wooden whistle among the crowd, and chanted strange mantras.This is to stimulate the fighting spirit of the disciples of the art master. Huo Yaohua listened to these numbers, and naturally aroused her unwillingness to admit defeat.The hand that was going to take the "Zhao Ling Pill" instead grabbed the big saw knife beside him, stood up with the scabbard, and put the hunting knife in his belt with the other hand. She decided that no matter how hard it was, she still had to keep a clear mind and go see the man again. Even if it is death, Huo Yaohua still needs to know how she really feels about Jing Li.