Volume 1: Asking about Yin and Yang Chapter 2: Before the Night Comes
"Yang Lao Er, please bring it to me properly!" He heard his voice before he saw him, and Yang Er heard this extremely wretched voice from a distance. It's not an exaggeration to say that he was wretched.
I saw that the person who came here was tall and thin, wearing a black Taoist robe. His hair was a little gray in the standard Taoist bun. His face had deep wrinkles left by the years, and there was a black mole under his left eye. He was smiling but not smiling.
He walked over, his right hand holding his two iconic long mustaches, his left hand behind his back, and his squinting eyes.
Inside and outside, front and back, left and right, Yang Er could only see two words on this man, treacherous!
"Tao Zhang Wu, I brought you here safe and sound. Where is the money?"
"Hahaha, Yang Er, can't you still not trust me, the old Taoist? In this river and lake road, Wu Ding Quartet, the old Taoist and I have a good reputation. When people come, the silver will naturally come. Two hundred taels of silver, if
Here are some." After saying this, he took out two silver ingots with his left hand and handed them to Yang Er who asked the question.
Yang Er didn't say much. He picked up the piece of silver and looked around carefully. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he picked it up and put it in his arms.
Of course, it wasn't him, Yang Er, who couldn't believe it, but this old Taoist. Although he was a famous peddler of quack information in the area, his reputation was indeed not very good.
Wu Daode used to be an honest farmer. Because he was born during a severe drought in his hometown, his grandfather was worried about the grain harvest and sat at the door of his house all day muttering "Daode, Daode!" It happened that his own son was holding his newborn baby in his arms.
The child came and asked the elder for a name. He casually said "Daode!"
Wu Daode got its name from this.
When he grew up, he competed with a family in the same village for the ownership of an old bayberry tree on the mountain. In desperation, the two families had a conflict. Wu Daode, a passionate man of 1678, rushed to the front and beat the family with a hoe.
The son was beaten to death. Seeing that things were going badly, he could only throw away his hoe, leave his hometown and go to a Taoist temple outside Qingyang County to become a Taoist priest. The master gave him the name Wu Daode. But the good times did not last long, and Wu Daode followed his master in
He was practicing martial arts in the mountains, but he was a young and energetic young man, so how could he endure the loneliness in the mountains. He secretly went down the mountain to play, but he was caught peeking at a widow taking a bath, and a whole village of people forced Wu Daode to go up the mountain.
The old master who was over 60 years old was really pissed off by him.
After a few years of ups and downs, Wu Daode, who had learned martial arts half a bucket of water, slowly became a well-known news channel in Fangyuan through his master's gym, specializing in introducing the knights who passed by and traveled around the world. He was a senior
Jianghu job agency. The jobs he introduces include both black and white jobs. It depends on whether you dare to take it or not.
"Laizi, let him go!" Yang Er accepted the money without delay. With a wave of his hand, he called his brother to let him go.
The black man didn't say much and immediately gave up his position.
When the seven or eight people who followed Wu Daode saw that it was done, they went up directly, picked up the master and servant of the Song family, and walked back. Before the poor two people understood what happened, it was like goods being changed hands, and they were once again
Rootless duckweed.
"Well, Yang Er still has this horse, Malay brothers, I have to hurry up, so I won't see him off. Goodbye Jianghu, I'll regret it later! When Wu Daode saw that the deal was completed, he exchanged greetings and was ready to leave.
The two tough bandit brothers here had also been tired for a day, and after delivering the goods, they bowed their hands to Wu Laodao in a symbolic gesture and prepared to retreat.
After just a few steps, the disciples brought by Wu Daode saw that their master was different from what they originally planned, so they couldn't help but stepped forward and asked the master in a low voice: "Master, didn't you agree to give them one hundred taels?
?You, are you always confused?"
This question made Wu Daode feel angry in his heart. He thought about how he could accept such an incompetent disciple. At that moment, he wanted to throw this unsatisfactory disciple directly from the mountain into the river to feed the fish.
I was angry, but I couldn't show it at this time.
When Wu Daode heard this, he didn't answer, he just pulled his disciple up and left. However, his pace was a few minutes faster than before.
Although they were a little far apart, they still vaguely heard two sentences. Yang Er hurriedly took out the two silver ingots that he had just put into his arms. He weighed the two pieces and sure enough, one was heavier and the other was lighter. In an instant, he knew that he had been struck by this.
The old man was fooled.
It turns out that Wu Daode and Yang Er played a scheming game, placing two ingots one up and one down, with the real one on top and the fake one on the bottom. The bet was that after checking the first silver ingot, Yang and Er were convinced that there was nothing wrong with it.
You will feel more relaxed and will no longer carefully examine the fake silver ingots underneath. In fact, people's inner peace of mind can easily appear, especially when everything seems to be over, even if it is Yang who has been in the world for two years.
Two nights are unavoidable.
A knight who once took over a job from Wu Daode once rumored that he accepted real money from his employer but gave counterfeit money to the knight who was working on the job. Although it was a rumor, Wu Daode's reputation was mixed due to this.
Now, Yang Er knew that the so-called rumors were not without origin.
Pulling out the long knife, he yelled: "Wu Daode, you are really immoral. You dare to cheat me with fake money. What a bastard! You stand there for the Sa family!"
When he saw the black and white men rushing over with big swords, Wu Daozi didn't reply. He knew something was wrong, so he just ran away.
However, before the two men could wait, they took two steps to chase after them. Suddenly, a bright light suddenly appeared in the darkness that was about to completely swallow up the sky. It dragged its slender tail and soared into the sky from the forest to the east, rising into the mid-air and blooming in the darkness.
Except a small flower.
The afterglow of the setting sun is only a small fragment in the western sky, and the remaining light can only struggle to give the earth some hazy light. The dark night is approaching.
However, this unexpected and unknown firework will light up the sky again like the setting sun. Although it is only for a moment, it has already illuminated the figures of the people on the mountain, making them extremely conspicuous at this moment when everything is dark.
The sparks in the sky extinguished, and a belated sound awoke the distracted people. At this moment, one word popped up in the minds of everyone on the mountain: "Jinyiwei!!!"
"Second brother, let's go!" Seeing the sudden change in the situation, the two had no choice but to stop chasing, turned around decisively, and fled away like flying.
"Immoral, you really don't have any f*cking moral ethics. Even if you pay fake money for a stupid delivery, you even call the Jin Yiwei to arrest people! Your ancestor's face has been completely embarrassed by you!"
Yang Er ran and cursed, and in an instant he was twenty or thirty meters away from the top of the mountain.
Here Wu Daode heard the two yelling and scolding, but he didn't dare to say anything back. He knew that if he was caught by the Jin Yiwei, all his brains would be useless, so he could only lead these disciples and run away with their heads down.
But after running out a few steps, I saw a frightening scene. In the blurred vision, a dark figure rushed from the bottom of the mountain. The wind was blowing at the feet of the man. After a few ups and downs, he was already halfway up the mountain. His light skills were better than Yang's.
The two brothers are taller than each other.
"Let's go, go quickly!" Wu Daode couldn't care about anything now and urged several apprentices to carry people and run away quickly.
But just a few breaths later, only three or four hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, only the whistling of the wind could be heard, and the man was already chasing behind him. When they were about ten meters apart, the man kicked off hard, and he caught up with Wu Daodeshi in an instant.
All the disciples flew and stepped on the last disciple. The kicked disciple rolled out seven or eight meters away and hit a tree and stopped moving. Before it was over, a corner of the volley kicked the person and borrowed the force from the air.
, then jumped forward, chased another person, and directly chopped him over with his sword.
The terrifying light of the sword flashed through, and Wu Daode's heart froze. When they saw each other, two of the six disciples he had brought with him had already fallen to the ground. This skill was also rare among the Jin Yi Guards.
I knew I was outmatched, but I didn't dare to run anymore. In the world of martial arts, the most taboo thing is to show your back to your opponent. What's more terrible is that there is a huge disparity in power between the two. If you run again, you will only be chased to death by the opponent.
Wu Daode unsheathed his iron sword and rushed forward with three disciples. After all, only one person came. If they combined to take up the number of people, it was still unclear whether the fish would die or the net would break.
However, Wu Daode still overestimated himself. Seeing the flash of cold light, he subconsciously raised his sword to block. He felt that his mouth was shattered, his arms were numb, and he couldn't help but step back. After receiving the knife, he was directly hit by this ghost and god.
It bounced three or four meters away. It has no fighting power anymore!
The two disciples who were following a few steps behind didn't see what was happening clearly when they saw their master flying backwards.
Seeing that his opponent was so powerful, the visitor stopped holding back. He rushed between the two of them and fired his bow from left to right. He kicked one of them away with his left foot and hit the other on the head with the elbow of his right hand holding the knife. The battle was over. No, it was impossible.
It didn't even begin for him.
Seeing this situation, the remaining two people carrying the master and servant records of the Song family couldn't help but tremble in their thighs, and sweat dripped down their backs. One of them was ready to hold the person on his shoulders hostage, but before the sword in his hand could reach his neck, his whole body
There was no more action.
After being carried back and forth for a whole day, Miss Song suddenly lay on the ground again. Before she could recover, she felt that the skirt on her thighs was soaked with some warm liquid. She reacted immediately.
What was it that came over? It screamed and twisted back desperately to prevent itself from getting stuck to that person's blood that was constantly flowing.
Seeing this scene, the disciple, who was carrying the maid on his shoulders, slumped down on the ground, not daring to make any more moves. His mouth was wide open but he could not say a word.
"Pa!" As the fire fold was blown, Miss Song finally saw clearly the appearance of the person who saved her from the sea of misery.
The black Feiyu suit was even darker than this night, and the cold blade in the flickering firelight had bright red blood stains left on it.
He half-crouched down, held the fire folding piece with his left hand forward, illuminated their faces, and asked softly: "Are you the Miss Song family from Wuding City?!"
Miss Song was shocked again by this question. The man's face was fair, even whiter than the one in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table. He had a pointed chin, a black gauze hat on his head, and a twitching smile at the corner of his mouth.
Smile.
How could there be such a handsome, no, beautiful man? It makes people so jealous. Why did Nuwa have such a beautiful face?
Son, but gave him the body of a man!
Is this a royal guard? The sky is really unfair?
One moment, he was like the king of hell demanding his life to kill all the evil ghosts and murderers. The next moment, he and the loyal servant of the savior dispersed the night and terror!
Song Yujing only felt that the experience in just one day was more exciting than any day in the more than ten years she had lived. It would not be an exaggeration to call it an adventure.
The battle situation on the other side was not so clean and tidy. Although there was only one Jin Yiwei chasing the two Yang brothers, the two did not know the real situation, so they had to run as fast as they could, for fear of being caught up and dragged down by the others who came after them.
Jin Yiwei captured him.
Their martial arts skills were average, but their legs and feet were very good, otherwise Wu Daode would not have taken the initiative to introduce him to the job of kidnapping people.
But at this moment, no matter how good your Qinggong is, it will be useless if you can't save your life. What's even more terrible is that the Qinggong of the plague god behind them is better than theirs. They are still going up and down the mountain. Although this is not a big mountain, they are still far away from each other in a straight line.
Three or four miles away.
But he never thought that after running for a while, the sound of the flying fish suit rustling in the wind was approaching behind him like a death knell.
Yang Er took a brief look at the person who came. He was not tall, but the black Feiyu suit was moving at high speed in the dark night. Yang Er clearly saw that the person had already touched the treetops and was flying in the sky. Qing Gong and his two brothers were not there at all.
On one level, from a distance, it looks like a big bat in the dark night, flying close to the top of the tree, sucking their blood in the next moment.
We have climbed two mountains, and are still surrounded by a vast forest. If we don't do something, the two of us will really have to deal with it here.
"Laizi, let's go separate ways!" Yang Er shouted loudly, and the two of them ran directly in different directions, as if they had a clear understanding of each other. They were extremely skilled at running.
Jin Yiwei, who was following behind, paused for two seconds and turned directly in the direction of Yang Er.
When Yang Er saw that the plague god was still clinging to him, he shouted in the direction of his brother, "Lai Zi, please take good care of the money. Let's meet at the same place!"
"Yinzi, old place? Mastermind?!!!?" Yang Er shouted, and the Jin Yiwei behind him immediately turned around and headed towards the black man.
When the black man here saw his brother Huo Shuidong, he immediately cursed: "Yang Er, you are such a bastard. You took the money and gave away my brother's life!!!"
"Laizi, if you die on the mountain as a fellow Taoist, you will not die as a poor Taoist. If you stab a brother down the mountain, you won't stab a brother! I will keep your share for you!" Yang Er, who could barely hear it after running far away, couldn't bear it after hearing this.
He stopped talking.
"What a bastard!!! This fucking fake scholar is really a bandit, fuck me!!!! (*≧m≦*)!!!" The scolding continued, but the black man's feet moved a little faster, and the two
After walking around for two times, we were already down the mountain, and we were a little closer to the river.
The Jinyiwei saw that the black man's steps were a little faster, and he knew that he couldn't pursue him for any longer under such circumstances. He took out a flying knife and threw it with all his strength.
When he heard that something was coming through the wind, the black man didn't even think about it. He landed on the ground, steadied his feet, ran forward, and dodged. But how could he easily resolve such a large inertia? The roll he landed on the ground was a direct hit.
After rolling to the top of a steep slope, with the turbulent Yangtze River water below, it was already too late to brake.
The whole forest heard his last sad words.
"There is no morality, you are an old man who has no martial ethics, and Yang Er, you are so stupid... Ouch, shit!!!!"
"ah!!!!!!?"
"Ouch!!!!!?"
"Oh!!!!?"
"Whoa!!!!?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!!?"
"POP!!!!!!"
The entire canyon echoed with those miserable cries. Countless birds that had been resting on the branches were startled and flew away in all directions! It took a long time for the sound to completely dissipate in the canyon.
The huge inertia rolled the black man directly from the steep slope into the Yangtze River. The Jin Yiwei who followed him rushed to the riverside and stared at the river. But how could the rushing Yangtze River cause waves because of an insignificant rolling stone of human flesh?
, except for the distant sound of falling water, the waves on the river are rolling and flowing as usual.
Unwilling to give up, Jin Yiwei ran further downstream, but still found nothing. He stood by the river and snorted, then turned around and flew towards the mountain.
After a while, the top of the mountain.
"Brother, he's running away. Those two are pretty good at qinggong, so they're missing!"
"Well, it's nothing. You are tired after running so far. Don't think too much and just escort Miss Song down the mountain!" This chapter has been completed!