Chapter 9 Chapter Eight Helping the World

Midsummer's night is short, and the sky has long since turned white. But Han Sidao still slept until the sun was high before waking up. He stepped out of the door of the house of the head of Cheqian Village, and the bright sun shone on his white chest.Han Sidao was naked from the upper body, and only put the five-color robe on his shoulders. His white and thin body was so beautiful that it was hard to imagine that there was such an ugly heart inside. He stretched vigorously, and looked back into the door.The village girl who had been raped by him all night was still lying on the bed in a state of exhaustion, moaning weakly.

Han Sidao smiled. ——Just bear with it... soon you won't have to suffer anymore... He looked at the rising sun with disgust, took out the paper bag containing "Fangxiansan" from the pocket of his robe, picked up some suction, and just lifted his spirits.It was very hot today, so he put his robe over his head to block the sun, held the hilt of the sword around his waist with his left hand, and walked to the road in the village. There was no one in the village, and the villagers were hiding in their houses, and everyone stayed up all night in fear.They didn't dare to guess what this group of beasts were doing in Cheqian Village.

Han Sidao walked to the ancestral hall of the nearby village.Erhan had already been sitting inside, along with the eight Shu King tribesmen who were traveling with him.There were more than a dozen dishes on the table in front of them, including cows, chickens, and the rice wine brewed by the farmhouse, which was already a mess. Eating these for breakfast is unimaginably extravagant for the villagers.They were also forced to slaughter a young farm ox just to feed the group. Han Sidao loves women, while Erhan loves food.He was still gnawing on a chicken leg, and his yellow beard was covered with oil.Two village girls were serving the wine, their hands shaking the wine jar.

The disciples of King Shu were eating, drinking and playing, but when they saw Han Sidao, they fell silent.After all, he was the "Deputy Guard Flag" conferred by the King of Shu himself, and since he set off yesterday afternoon, he seemed to be in a very bad mood—it was said that he had been punished by the King of Shu—so they were all more respectful than usual. Han Sidao touched his face that was swollen by Erhan yesterday, and only nodded to him. "Finally woke up?" Erhan was still chewing the chicken when he spoke, slurring his words. "Aren't you going out to prepare?" Han Sidao said to the eight people.They nodded immediately, picked up the weapons that had been set aside and left the ancestral hall.

Seeing this Han Sidao appear, the two village girls panicked even more, pouring wine for him all over the table.Han Sidao was furious and knocked the village girl down with a slap.The wine jar fell to pieces, the village girl spat out two bloody teeth, her lips were swollen, but she didn't even dare to hum. These ten people came to Cheqian Village yesterday evening on horseback, but they didn't say anything. The villagers offered good wine and food in panic, and offered money and food, but the two leaders only looked at it and didn't count it. He asked his subordinates to put it aside.The ten people spent the night in the village. It seems that they did not simply come to loot, which made the villagers in front of the car very disturbed.

What made them even more worried was the horses ridden by the Shu kings. There were many empty hemp bags hanging beside the saddles, and they didn't know what they were for. After eating the chicken leg, Erhan threw the bone away, took another sip of rice wine, and then heaved a sigh of satisfaction.He took out a clean cloth towel, dipped it in water, first wiped his hands and fingers carefully, and then wiped his beard and mouth. ——A swordsman who has worked hard, he pays special attention to the cleanliness of his hands. "It's almost there." Erhan patted his belly, then stood up, picked up the two swords that were lying flat on the table and hung them back on his belt.

"Is it enough?" Han Sidao asked while putting on the five-color robe. "I asked them to count last night. There are more than thirty more." Erhan combed his beard with his fingers. "Take them all away?" Han Sidao turned his wrist when he asked, "The work of collecting 'You Nu' is very tiring..." "Don't say that. It's lucky for us to atone for our sins." When Erhan mentioned King Bolong, his eyes were full of reverence: "This is to repay his great kindness." The ancestor of Erhan was a senior official of the Semu people in the former dynasty. The Mongolian Khan did not follow him when he retreated back to his hometown. He stayed in the middle land and submitted to the rule of the Han people.He was stared at all the time because of his looks, let alone learning martial arts from a famous family.However, King Bolongshu gave him this privilege and taught him the most advanced martial art "Tai Chi Sword". Erhan was very grateful to King Bolong.

Han Sidao shrugged and smiled.He has been an orphan wandering around the streets since he was a teenager, and conspired with others to make a living by seducing and robbing men. Since he was fifteen years old, he has followed King Bolongshu—his real name is Han Si, and the name "Si Dao" was also given to him by King Shu.Because of his vicious thoughts, he was especially favored by King Shu, and he was always proud and contemptuous—that's why he had the delusional idea of ​​attacking King Shu in "Qinglian Temple". Han Sidao and Erhan's days of learning swords were actually shorter than Yan Heng's, but they had such skill, all relying on the help of the strange medicine of material transfer and teaching, their reaction and strength could be improved in a short period of time, but recently Have felt that you have hit an obstacle to progress.Erhan is more mature, knowing that relying on drugs for a long time will only harm his body, and his hard-won martial arts will gradually regress, so he began to gradually reduce taking drugs and rely on hard training to make up for it; Han Sidao used to take shortcuts since he was a child. Constantly increasing the dose of medicine, and designing various sub-plans, such as painting "Fangxian San" on the body of the sword to help in the battle.

"Okay." Han Sidao looked at the two village girls maliciously: "Let's take them all away." Although they didn't fully understand the conversation between the two, they vaguely felt that something very terrible was being said. Han Sidao urged all the village girls to go out, and he and Erhan stepped out.Han Sidao still held a jar of unopened rice wine in his hand. The Shu kings were already outside, shouting fiercely everywhere, driving out the villagers hiding in the house, and gathered in the open space outside the ancestral hall.Men, women, old and children stood in fear, the sun reflected on faces deeply wrinkled from hard work, and almost two hundred people were silent.

Han Sidao walked up to the crowd, put the wine jar on the ground beside him, stepped on it with one leg, and rested his elbows on that knee, looking very relaxed. Cheqian Village is three miles northeast of Luling County.They purposely turned a big bend from Qingyuan Mountain to come here, because Qingyuan Mountain is in the southeast of the county; those meddling warriors in the city should already know that King Bolongshu's base is on the mountain, so they definitely didn't. It is estimated that they will go around to the village in the north to do evil again.Han Sidao and Erhan were not at all worried about meeting that dry man again.

——What's more, those guys must be very busy if the king of art is going to make a move, maybe two or three of them have already died! "We stayed here for one night. We ate, drank, and slept enough. Finally, we got rid of the bad luck from yesterday." Han Sidao smiled at the villagers and said, "It's time to go." The villagers breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and thanked God for blessings in their hearts, but they still dared not say anything, for fear that showing a happy expression would anger the demons again. "However, before we leave, we have to take some things away..." Han Sidao waved his hand, signaling his men to pull their horses out.The villagers were puzzled when they saw the cloth bags beside the saddle. One of Shu Wang's disciples was holding a large stack of paper talismans with mantras in his hand, which made people feel even more ominous. "It's you who we want to take away. Everyone." Han Sidao said frivolously, as if telling a not-so-funny joke. The villagers were shocked, but couldn't understand.Although these ten or so cloth bags are wide and big, how could they hold more than a hundred or two hundred people? But after thinking about it, they finally understood: It is not the whole person to take away.is part of the human body.head. The cry of fear sounded like a tidal wave. Han Sidao pulled out the long sword at his waist in a "choke", the silver light shone in the sun so that people could not look directly at it. The eight art kings also pulled out their weapons one by one, guarding all the roads outside. Erhan folded his arms in front of his chest and remained motionless.Those dead fish-like eyes were even more shocking. "Shut up!" Han Sidao yelled fiercely, stopping the villagers from exclaiming.People crowded together, and some hugged each other in fear. "Don't make us waste too much time." Han Sidao then ordered: "Be good, everyone has a way. As long as there is one person who wants to escape, hehe... then everyone will not be too straightforward... In short, before death Let's lose something..." The villagers looked at the light of the sword in his hand, and were so shocked that they were covered in cold sweat.The body odor from nearly 200 people was lingering even in the summer wind.The smell of fear. Obviously there are nearly twenty times the number of people, but the villagers of Cheqian Village are not at all sure of defeating this monster.They have long heard how terrifying the disciples of King Bolongshu are, even the county towns can come and go to kill people freely. Some of the strong men among the crowd were burning with anger in their hearts, but when they thought that if they resisted, all the villagers would suffer unimaginable torture, their courage shrank by half. ——Are you going to kill him so willingly?Are we not like domestic animals? Han Sidao looked at them, a pair of fine eyes flashed vicious light.He just wanted them to resist.Although it will take more effort, watching the dying struggle of the lamb is much more fun than simply executing it. When he was thinking about how to start, a disciple of Shu Wang suddenly said: "Someone came into the village..." Han Sidao raised his sparse eyebrows and looked in the direction pointed by his men. I saw a shadow in the distance at the entrance of the village in the north, like a wooden cart pulled by an ox or a donkey, slowly approaching the village. "I'll go and have a look." He turned his head and said to Erhan, and then started to restrain the villagers, and then ran towards the person who came. It was only when Han Sidao got closer that he could see clearly that it was indeed a cart, but the ones pulling the cart were not cattle or horses. but people. I saw four rather strong men, their wrists were all tied together, and they were pulling the dilapidated wooden cart behind them with ropes. It seemed that they were pulling a long distance.The men pulling the cart were in tattered clothes, unkempt, and had their noses and eyes swollen. They were very embarrassed, and their expressions were very unwilling, but they seemed to be driven forward by some kind of fear. There was nothing on the cart, only one person sitting cross-legged. Han Sidao saw that the man in the car was very tall and strong, with sloppy thick short hair and a messy beard on his cheeks.His body was covered with a tattered cloak, which covered most of his body, and a thick hexagonal stick with iron plates on both ends rested across his knees.It looks like a wild monk. The monk stretched out his right hand from under the torn cloak, and was eating a steamed bun. "Go faster." The monk urged the man pulling the cart: "When you reach the village, let you rest." It was none other than Shaolin monk Yuan Xing. These cart pullers were horse thieves who robbed Hengxi Village yesterday afternoon. There were originally seven of them, three of whom were killed by heavy hands who couldn't stand Yuanxing. Stop by to meet up with Jing Li and the other five. Next to him was a cloth bag, a thank-you gift from Hengxi villagers: a big bag of steamed buns.All the way out, so far only two left. Yuan Xing saw this strangely dressed boy walking in front of him, holding a shining long sword in his hand.Yuan Xing didn't show any expression, just called the four people in front to stop the car. The four horse thieves were so tired that they wanted to lie down on the road, but when they saw Han Sidao walking, wearing the five-colored strange robes, all four of them showed the panic that was no less than that of the villagers, and they could no longer care about the monk behind them, desperately Just want to escape. ——The man who is the king of surgery! But they were all connected to the car with thick ropes around their necks, and the four of them were tied together with ropes.But they all seemed to have lost their normality and pulled the rope around their necks like crazy, so that their necks were bleeding. Yuan Xing beat them like dogs in Hengxi Village yesterday, but seeing that they were more afraid of this sword-wielding boy than him, he was even more surprised, so he stepped off the cart. Han Sidao stopped seven feet in front of Yuanxing, put his hands behind his back, and didn't seem to want to make trouble at all. ——But in fact, the left hand has already taken out a pack of special sticky "fake fairy powder" from the hidden pocket of the robe, and is quietly spreading it on the blade behind the back.He has long been used to this movement, and the people in front can't see it at all. Yuan Xing put the eyebrow-level stick on the right side, standing tall and straight, and his body was much stronger than Han Sidao.That aura did not have the slightest kindness of a monk. Han Sidao looked at him and smiled.Ever since he occupied the "Qinglian Temple", he especially liked to kill monks, and he loved to hear the cries of these monks who claimed to be all empty, under torture and humiliation. Yuan Xing looked at the crowd gathered in the open space in the distance, and said, "It's quite lively." "Does the monk come to the village for alms?" When Han Sidao asked, he was touching the spine of the sword with his left index finger behind his back, making sure that enough "Fangxian powder" had been stained on it. "I'm going to the county seat. I pass by here and want to ask for a drink of water. The weather is so hot." Yuanxing said, sticking out his tongue and licking his dry lips: "What are you doing outside?" "We've come to this village to have a feast." "Oh? What a coincidence. Am I in your way?" "That's not the case." Han Sidao said in a very polite tone. "This banquet is so big, adding you is not too much." When he spoke, his face remained unchanged, but the long sword flashed from behind silently! When Han Sidao drew out his sword, he took a step to the left with his footsteps. It was "Wudang Xingjian", and the edge of the blade slashed fiercely at the round left shoulder and neck! —Block it. Han Sidao had already planned in his heart that this sword might be blocked by the opponent's stick, and he was ready to retreat with snake steps as soon as the weapons intersected.This is the same method of fighting against Yan Heng yesterday, the purpose is also to absorb the "Fangxian powder" shaken from the blade with roundness, and deal with it slowly after he has been infused with the medicine. He paid close attention to the hexagonal eyebrow stick on Yuan Xing's right hand. However, the stick did not move an inch. Instead, Yuanxing's left body moved violently. I saw the cloak on Yuan Xing's left body spinning and puffing up like a hurricane and cirrus clouds, and a fierce energy burst out from underneath! Roundness's left foot strode forward, and his left fist quickly struck out from under the cloak, facing the sword's edge! ——Do you want to catch the sword with your bare hands? Han Sidao was astonished. The round fist meets the blade.The strength of the fist completely overwhelmed Han Sidao's power to cut the sword. Strange and crisp sound. The fist broke the sword body from it! Han Sidao was focused on plotting against his opponent, but ignored the reaction of the move. The moment the sword broke, he froze for a moment, and the step back that he had planned was slow to start—— Roundness, the "Single Dragon Going to the Sea" of the "Five Forms Fist" of the Shaolin School, the remaining energy behind the fist breaking the sword is still there, and it hits Han Sidao's right face firmly! Han Sidao's thin body flew up, fell backwards and fell to the ground, raising a puff of smoke.The remaining half of the broken sword was also dropped. The Shu kings and villagers watching from a distance were all stunned. Erhan let go of his folded arms on his chest, and his originally dull eyes also widened. Erhan is very clear about Han Sidao's martial arts.Even if this kid underestimated the enemy, he was instantly knocked down by such a simple punch - this wild monk is not easy at all! At this time, everyone saw that Yuan Xing's left arm was covered with iron armor inlaid with copper plates from fist to shoulder, no wonder it was able to face the sharp long sword head-on. ——The strength of that fist can break the blade of fine steel, which is even more astonishing! Han Sidao struggled to stand up, but his hands and legs seemed to be unable to control him.The blood from the nose stained his chest and clothes, one right eye was red with bloodshot eyes, and the right side of his face was swollen like a big tumor, and his face was very scary.He was delirious and had bloody saliva from his mouth. ——If it wasn't for the blade of the sword that had partially absorbed the strength of the punch, his head and face were sunken at this moment. Erhan stepped forward quickly, with his hands crossed on the handles of the swords on his left and right waists. But Yuan Xing took a step faster than him, a left leg also wearing bronze armor stepped on the heavily injured Han Sidao's chest. He didn't even look at the loser on the ground, he just stared at Erhan who was within ten feet of him with thick eyebrows and big eyes.Erhan immediately stopped. Yuan Xing pulled down the cloak with his left hand, revealing a full set of "half-body bronze armor". The bright sun shone on the mottled battle-scarred armor surface, emitting a golden-red brilliance. "Are you the 'Wudang disciples' I've heard of?" While Yuan Xing was speaking, he took out a half-shaped Yasha evil god's mask from his belt and put it on. "Great." The Yaksha on the left half of the round mask has a fierce expression and angry facial features; the other half of the face exposed has a heroic smile.
Wang Shouren stepped into the largest inn "Fuchang Inn" in Luling County.Because of the recent bandit rampage, the inn has been empty for a long time, and now it is used as a place to heal the wounded. The hall downstairs was filled with the smell of blood and herbs, and the groans of the wounded could be heard everywhere. Only the three wounded did not grunt.Hu Linglan was half lying on the wooden bed, drinking water in small sips.There is a thick cloth around her waist, and there are many bandages on her body.The long Nodachi sword and bow and arrow were placed beside the bed, and she looked as if she could stand up and fight again at any time - although at this moment, every step she took, the knife wound on her waist would feel pain like a sharp cone piercing. Lian Feihong's wrapped right arm was hanging in front of his chest, and he was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.The sword wound on his arm was deep, and the relationship of age is not easy to recover. It seems that he has not been able to use his right hand for a long time. The number of bandages on Yan Heng's body was the most, but compared to the two, the wounds were the shallowest.He had a whole cloth band around his head and face from his left ear to his chin, but his face was still very energetic, but he had lost a lot of blood and his skin was slightly pale.Yan Heng was standing at a corner of the inn at the moment, looking into the distance, moving his hands lightly, apparently recalling the sword moves he used last night. The other injured people were all hostages in that room who survived the sword of King Bolongshu.Two of them were seriously injured. I don't know if they will be able to survive; some of them may be disabled for life. Tong Jing and Wang Shouren's disciples were also present, helping the only two doctors in the city to treat the wounded.Tong Jing ran around to collect various things, already sweating profusely, and her face was completely red.Miss Tong used to do this kind of drudgery when she was in the Minjiang Gang family in Chengdu?Now she is very enthusiastic. She just feels that she can help the people here, and she is very relieved and relieved. "I can't tell." Hu Linglan beside her couldn't help but said, "You will be a good wife in the future." Tong Jing blushed even more when she heard that, and made a sullen expression to Sister Lan, ignored her, and continued to help the doctor smash herbs. "Hero Jing...hasn't come back yet." It was Xue Jiuniu who spoke.He also held the medicine in his hand, but he stood blankly in front of the inn gate, looking at the sun that had risen very high outside. Xue Jiuniu also just came back to the county seat, bringing with him the group of women who were imprisoned in Denglong Village by the Shu kings.They fled all night and ran a long way without stopping.When they saw the county seat in the morning, the women all burst into tears. Xue Jiuniu left one horse at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain for Jing Lie to use on his return journey, while he took the other horse away for the women to sit on and rest in turn.He thought that Jing Li must return to the city sooner than himself, but until now there is no sign of him. After hearing what he said, Tong Jing said, "Don't worry. Brother Jing is the one among us who need not worry the least." Tong Jing said so, but she was really worried.After seeing the vicious heart of that wave of Dragon Art King last night, she really didn't dare to feel relieved. The other companions also have general thoughts.If it is purely about force, Shu Wang and his subordinates are of course impossible to compare with the former enemy - the genuine Wudang faction; but the Wudang faction is not as cunning and vicious as the Shu kings. And retreat is also unknown... Xue Jiuniu didn't know if something happened to Jing Li, but he had already started to blame himself in his heart, suspecting that his stubbornness had ruined the big thing. Wang Shouren understood what he was thinking and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder. "Although I haven't known Jing Xiashi for a long time, I can see that he is not so easy to deal with." Wang Shouren said encouragingly.He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone in the inn could hear him.At this time, everyone in the city needs to boost their morale. But they couldn't help being frustrated.Wang Shouren had just come from Yizhuang, and there were more than 30 corpses parked there.Last night, before Yan Heng discovered King Bo Longshu, he had sneaked into the houses and silently slaughtered more than 20 people in a house. Of course it is sad that so many people have died, but what worries Wang Shouren even more is the three wounded knights in front of him.The power of this wave of dragon art kings is even more terrifying than estimated. Although he resisted Bo Longshu King for a while, Wang Shouren knew that the opponent would commit another crime within a few days, and this time he would definitely lead his troops. King Bolongshu even made it clear: See you next time, and the city will be slaughtered. He looked at the injured Lian Feihong and the others. ——This heavy burden cannot be entrusted to only five of them. Wang Shouren walked up to Yan Heng and looked at him carefully. Yan Heng was still obsessed with sword moves. He was worried that his progress last night was only a flash in the pan. While his memory was still fresh, he kept revisiting the situation of the enemy and the feeling when he used the sword—especially the last move. The style of "breaking the sky". ——Ah, if I had swung my sword like this...maybe that guy would be even harder to resist.Later, I will ask Mr. Feihong for his opinion... Just like what Jing Li taught him: Kungfu is not only practiced with the body, but also with the heart.Re-examining one's own techniques and finding what is missing is a great way to improve. It was at this time that Yan Heng woke up, Lord Wang was right in front of him, and had been watching him for a long time.He hastily clasped his fists in salute. Wang Shouren looked at the wounded young swordsman, and felt that he had changed from the time he talked on the roof last night. ——It has an extra air of self-confidence. "Is your injury okay?" Wang Shouren asked with concern. Yan Heng touched his chin: "It's nothing... just a few more scars." "A decent man, how come there are not many scars on his body?" Wang Shouren said: "I offended Liu Jin back then, and I was beaten with forty court sticks, and my ass is ugly even now!" The two looked at each other and smiled. "Thank you very much Mr. Wang for talking to me last night." Yan Heng said solemnly: "After listening to it, it reminded me of my teacher's words and deeds before his death. Coupled with the personal experience of the battle last night, I seem to have figured something out thing." Wang Shouren stroked his long beard: "What is it?" There was a fiery look in Yan Heng's eyes.But he couldn't speak for a moment. "Don't hesitate." Wang Shouren encouraged, "As long as you speak from the heart, it will be valuable." Yan Heng took a deep breath and said loudly: "I think: A person can only become strong if he does what he truly believes in, without any ties or fears. It doesn't matter even if he is regarded as a persistent fool, even if he knows he will take the farthest road. . "Avenge the Wudang faction and seek justice for the sect. This sad wish will not change after death. But my sword cannot only be hatred. Revenge is only half, and the other half is to shoulder the important task of revitalizing the Qingcheng faction. A valuable Qingcheng faction. "The incident in Luling this time may seem to have nothing to do with my aspirations, but it is actually the same thing: Since you have power stronger than the world, you have to think about how to use it in the world. Otherwise, there will be no such thing as the Wudang faction that I hate. parted. "I believe that this is the real Qingcheng swordsmanship." Wang Shouren stopped stroking his beard.He stared at Yan Heng speechlessly for a long time. ——This child will become a master after going through trials. He looked at the other three knights.Tong Jing obviously hasn't been able to take care of herself; Lian Feihong and Hu Linglan are seriously injured and need to recuperate; Jing Li is not here.Yan Heng is the best candidate in front of him. "I have something to do, and I need to go out of the city immediately." Wang Shouren said, "If Shaoxia Yan is fine, can you walk with me?" Without saying a word, Yan Heng immediately picked up the "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Sword" which was placed on the table beside him. This is the answer. Wang Shouren laughed again. Yan Heng walked out of the inn with Wang Shouren. Tong Jing and the other three companions and Wangmen's students didn't know where they were going when they saw them, but they could feel a similar awe-inspiring aura from the backs of the two walking. The two walked to the street in the county seat.The sun shines on the streets with few pedestrians.They are like a pair of friends who have known each other for a long time, walking side by side. Yan Heng put the two swords on his back and asked, "Lord Wang, where are we going? What are we doing?" Wang Shouren's thin, wrinkled face has a solemn expression, full of worries for the people of the Li people; but at the same time, his eyes are full of gods, shining with the wisdom of a strategist. "Go borrow soldiers."