The Black Wind Mountains are located in the southern part of the Qin State, sandwiched between the two states of Yucang, and the mountains are rolling and stretching for dozens of miles.

Due to the special geographical location and the rampant bandits here, the two prefectures and government offices of Yucang and the prefectures were unwilling to take over this mess. Over time, this place became a three-no-door area.

The government's laissez-faire and the place is a shortcut for communicating north-south communication, gradually became the gathering place for robbers, roadblacks, and murderers.

Every time when winter snow first melts into the earth, some merchants will carry a large amount of goods and hire a large number of corpses and warriors to transport these goods from south to north.

Of course, at this time, some merchants who claim to be strong or have a lucky mentality will take the risk of taking this shortcut for convenience.

On a path at the foot of the vast Black Wind Mountain, five gorgeous carriages inlaid with silver wire were lying in the road. One of the carriages had been dispersed, and a large amount of exquisite and smooth brand new silk was scattered all over the ground, trampled by the people around him.

Anyone who knows a little bit of knowledge knows that the silkworms feed on nanmu leaves and call it nanmu silk. Nanmu silk is a specialty of the bitter and cold places in the southwest. It has very little output and is expensive. An ordinary exquisite nanmu silk scarf costs at least five taels of silver. In Kyoto, the price can at least be increased.

At present, a car full of nanny silk worth tens of thousands of taels of silver is scattered all over the ground and no one pays attention to it. The reason is that a tragic melee that will lose one's life if you are careless.

What is happening now is a scene of bandits robbing the way. In early spring, such scenes are not uncommon in the Black Wind Mountains.

Tiezhu Village is not strong among the seven or eight ruthless bandits in the Black Wind Mountains, and the number is barely over 100. The only one who can be called a master in the village is Tiezhu, who has just reached the level of entry.

Perhaps they were used to the days of licking blood from the knife, and these bandits all developed a fierce temperament of daring to kill and fight. Faced with almost twice as many stadium warriors, these bandits were not afraid and were directly killed.

The leader of the village, Tiezhu, is as tall and thin as bamboo, with red tendons and muscles like iron cast, fierce and domineering. At this moment, the leader of the village, holding a half-meter-long steel knife, opened and closed, extremely sharp, and suppressed his opponent step by step. The one who fought with him was a thin old man in his fifties, with a slightly bald and blushed face, and flexible and agile. Faced with the boss of the iron village, he had to find a gap and barely resolve the opponent's offensive. However, under this situation, it was obvious that he couldn't last long.

Sure enough, after only half an hour of stalemate, the old man's face gradually turned red, panting like a cow, sweat dripping like a stream, and his physical strength was obviously not supported.

Seeing this, the Iron Village Master shouted loudly, kicked his feet suddenly, and his whole body jumped three feet, and his muscles were instantly tense. At the same time, his hands holding the steel knife became extremely red, and a strong blood energy spread from his hands, and the entire half-meter-long blade was covered with a layer of extremely thin blood energy.

"Break it for me!"

The long sword slashed down hard with the force of Mount Tai. The old man was shocked and hurriedly raised the bronze crutch in his hand and crossed it over his head. Only the next moment, a shocking scene happened.

With a "knock" sound, a harsh sound of breaking sound was heard. The long sword attached to the blood and energy seemed to be an invincible magic weapon. It actually cut the crutch made of refined iron into two pieces, and the long sword did not diminish and slashed directly on the old man's head.

The whole head was like a broken watermelon, with blood gushing and yellow and white splattering, making people's scalp numb.

These stooges and warriors were completely killed in less than two hours. The bandits confiscated the spoils and cleaned the battlefield. After only half an hour, they shouted and returned to the village.

Tiezhu Village is located on a low and unknown mountain in the Black Wind Mountains. It is surrounded by cliffs and only a winding and winding path leading directly to the top of the mountain.

Perhaps it was just now that Li City was released, in the evening, the entire Tiezhu Village was extremely noisy, with bright lights on the open sky and ground, hundreds of men setting fires, barbecue and drinking, and chatting freely, and they were extremely happy.

In the main hall, there was a table full of melons, fruits, wine and meat, with a strong aroma. The leader of the village, Tiezhu, Dama, Jindao, sat on the main seat, with two beautiful ladies beside him serving one left and one right, and the fragrant meat and wine were handed over to his mouth in turn. On both sides of the bottom were more than a dozen managers in the village, and the whole lobby was filled with cups and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Just as everyone was drunk, a man holding a knife like a servant suddenly slipped in and bowed to the big village leader Tie Zhu, "The village leader, there are big and small things outside, and I said there is a deal to discuss with the village leader!"

"Oh? Buying and selling? Why are you here at this time?"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the village Tiezhu waved his hand, and the two beautiful ladies beside him bowed and retreated outside.

"Haha, brother, you dare to come to our Tiezhu Village to do business. The people who come here are very brave. Why don't you let them come up? There are so many of us who are afraid that he will do anything!"

On the left, a man with a bald tattooed man was already drunk and spoke with his tongue. The voice fell, and he attracted a burst of consent in the lobby without any surprise.

However, Tie Zhu, the leader of the village, did not let go, but rubbed his forehead, trying to make himself more awake. After half a cup of tea, the voice slowly came, "Tell me what they look like?"

"A middle-aged Taoist, an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy, looks like he is a master and apprentice. The Taoist dresses very well. The Taoist boy looks a little stupid, and now he is waiting outside the village."

It seemed that he hadn't expected the village leader to ask this question. The servant who sent the message was slightly stunned and spoke in a vague way.

"Forget it, bring them here first, remember to be polite for the time being."

Tiezhu waved his hand, held his dizzy head, squinted his eyes, and spoke weakly.

"The wine and meat are fragrant, it seems that Master Dao is coming at the right time."

But for a moment, a slightly joking voice came from outside the lobby, and a hint of sarcasm was faintly revealed in the voice. However, the manager of the Tiezhu Village who was present was drunk and couldn't stand steadily, so how could he hear it?

"You Taoist priest, please release it as soon as possible, which delays the grandpas from drinking and is careful to kill you."

The bald tattooed man who had just spoken slapped the table and stood up shakingly, and spoke viciously at the Taoist priest, saying, he had already come to the front of him.

Seeing this scene, beside the Taoist, holding the ghost banner in his left hand, holding a half-human-sized purple gourd in his right hand, grinning with a heavy package on his back, grinning, as if there was a little more joy in his laughter than before.

Hearing the bald man's words, the Taoist face, which was originally three-point joking, darkened, and then snorted coldly, without saying nonsense. He stretched his right hand forward and landed directly on the bald man's neck. He smiled and said with a stern smile, "Hell, what you don't know is alive, you dare to call yourself "Master" in front of Dao Master?"

As the sound fell, he held his right hand hard, and a sour "creaking" sound spread throughout the lobby in a very crisp way. The bald-headed tattooed man had no time to struggle and was directly twisted off his neck, like a broken sack, and was thrown aside by the Taoist casually.

No one expected that on his territory, the Taoist in front of him would take action with disagreement. Until the bald man fell to the ground, the drunk people came to their senses. In a rage, they pulled out the steel knives under the table, rushed forward, and chopped the Taoist in front of him into meat paste. Even the leader of the village Tie Zhu showed a look of shock and anger, and suddenly stood up from the head seat, with blue veins on his face leaping, and a blood-red face.

"Well come, Master Dao will accompany you to exercise your muscles today."

Seeing everyone surrounding him, the vicious Taoist face not only showed any panic, but instead wanted to try it out. He took out a piece of light yellow talisman paper from his waist, and then pressed it directly on his chest. Suddenly, a layer of light golden light extended out of the talisman paper, wrapping the whole body firmly.

After activating the golden light talisman, it can condense into a golden light shield outside the body, which is invasive to water and fire, and cannot penetrate swords and guns until the spiritual power on the talisman is exhausted. Half a month ago, the Taoist used it to deal with the ghost in the backyard of the Chen family in Liucheng.

With the body of talisman paper, the Taoist took out a long sword from nowhere and rushed towards the crowd without dodging.

On the side, the silly disciple held a banner in his left hand and placed the purple wood gourd that he was originally holding in his right hand under his butt, crossed his legs, and watched the show leisurely.
Chapter completed!