The mountains are dim and the clouds are gathering and dispersing. These are just the most common sights in Xianglu Village.
However, on this day, people gathered on the ferry and corpses drifted into the river. This place that used to be noisy and lush was covered with a faint layer of blood...
On the long and narrow shipboard, Taiweigong Taizhu Hongzhiye was holding an iron sword and leading a group of men to charge towards the ship.
Tianji Protector Qin Xiangchu was injured, and he shouted at the top of his voice for a long time. He felt hot and sweaty, his whole body was weak, and there was a burning pain in his chest and abdomen, and he could hardly stand up. But the Shuang Gewei who kept falling in front of him,
Lily Guard reminds him all the time: there is no other way but to hold on.
At this moment, more than a dozen believers surrounded the saint under the ship's plank, and they quickly attacked with overwhelming force. In an instant, they knocked down several of Hong Taizhu's men like water. And the fishermen who had their belts cut off and their clothes loosened were cut off.
, also tightened their lower skirts again, and chased this way one after another.
Hong Zhiye saw that the boat could not be captured for a long time, and he was already very anxious. Suddenly he saw the saint got rid of the fishermen and ran towards them. Instead of being angry, he smiled and said: "Brothers! Whoever can catch the saint today will be rewarded with silver."
One hundred taels!"
When everyone on the boat heard this, they were all ecstatic. They gave up attacking the boat and turned around and rushed towards the saint. The fishermen and libertines under the boat heard "a reward of a hundred taels of silver", and all of them had red eyes, like vicious dogs.
Like grabbing food, they rush towards the saint...
Suddenly, Yang Zhaoxi, Xiaoman and more than a dozen believers were trapped in a tight siege, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the pressure increased sharply!
The ship's planks were very close, but it was difficult to make any progress. It seemed that suddenly, Hong Zhiye's hawks and dogs were everywhere:
There were Taoist priests in ordinary clothes, and fishermen in brown clothes and linen robes... and most of them were ruffian libertines. Although their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, their faces were full of malice. They were carrying bricks, sticks, etc. that they had found somewhere.
They fought without any rules. With their ruthlessness and lack of fear of death, they actually forced the believers holding double swords to retreat continuously...
Yang Chaoxi slashed with a hatchet like lightning, and Xiaoman flailed his short stick like wind. He could only accept the swarming attack. He wanted to break through, but he couldn't.
Hong Zhiye, armed with an iron sword, also rushed into the formation. After a sneak attack, Xiaoman was trapped on both sides and in danger. His flail and short stick were hit one after another. Sparks flew everywhere and sawdust flew everywhere, and he was slightly at a disadvantage.
Yang Chaoxi was quite surprised when she saw this: Hong Zhiye had always shown himself to be elegant, but unexpectedly he was an expert in wielding a sword! Just looking at this set of crisp moves, he knew that even after several years of practice, he was definitely not up to it.
Such a situation.
Hong Zhiye drew his sword and said with an evil smile: "Witch! The world is dangerous and the sword has no eyes. I see you still have some beauty. Why don't you just surrender and go back with me, give birth to a son and a half daughter, and enjoy the glory and wealth in peace. If
If you still persist in your stubbornness, you will die here today... Tsk, tsk! What a pity!"
Xiaoman's eyes were cold: "If you don't cultivate, you will just daydream!"
However, Yang Chaoxi had already seen that Hong Zhiye was deliberately irritating Xiaoman, so that when she made her move, her aura would be weak and her flaws would be exposed, and she would then take advantage of the opportunity to attack.
Xiaoman was indeed fooled. The short flail stick covered with knife marks and sword wounds was like a furious dragon. He didn't care and smashed it out. He was sure to beat this shameless old man to a bloody head.
Hong Zhiye had been waiting for this moment! Seeing that Xiaoman was attacking but not defending, the door was wide open. He immediately turned sideways and turned the iron sword in his hand in an arc, stabbing down towards Xiaoman's left ribs. It turned out to be "Gongsun Sword Technique"
One of the tricks in "Use the crook to hit the straight"!
Seeing that the iron sword had penetrated his short jacket and was about to poke a bloody hole out, Hong Zhiye felt a numbness in his right arm, and his right hand immediately lost strength. The iron sword could no longer be held steadily, and fell to the ground with a "clang". Then his body collapsed.
Lightly, his right side of the waist seemed to be stabbed by a wooden stake. A strong force caused severe pain and pushed him up. He floated for more than two feet and then fell heavily to the grass. His back was shaken violently, as if three souls and seven souls were shaking.
His soul was shaken out and he couldn't get up for a long time.
Yang Chaoxi flew forward, split Xiaoman's back with two knives in a sneak attack, and blurted out: "Miss Xiaoman, are you injured?"
Xiaoman hurriedly wiped his ribs. Although there was blood stains, there was not much blood. He stuck out his tongue and said: "A little skin injury. I was just angry and acted rashly. Thank you young master for saving me!"
Yang Zhaoxi was waiting for a reply when she heard a cold and arrogant female voice say: "A hero saves a beauty and has no regrets even if he dies. There is no need for a girl to say thank you. Wouldn't it be better to pledge her own body to her?"
Yang Chaoxi followed the sound and was suddenly shocked: "Sister Tang? Why are you here? Are you... also invited by Hong Taizhu?"
The person who came was none other than Tang Juan, but she saw that her long sword was flowing gracefully, softly and yet swiftly, and she was using the "Galaxy Dream Sword" move. She cut open the fisherman who couldn't help but cut him open. A believer didn't know that she was an enemy.
It was my friend. He had already waved his two swords down, but he stopped in mid-air and looked at Xiaoman.
"What are the red Taizhu and the black Taizhu? I don't recognize it!" Tang Juan raised her willow eyebrows, half-smiling but not smiling, and pursed her lips to the side, "Junior Sister Qin cried several times when she saw that you didn't listen to advice and put yourself in danger.
Senior sister is soft-hearted, so she has no choice but to accompany her to find you! But she doesn’t want you to be so romantic and happy here, so she’s kind enough to treat you like a donkey…”
Although Qin Qing was at the side and kept moving his sword, he heard Yang Chaoxi and Tang Juan's exchange in his ears. After listening to it, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Sister, you are talking nonsense again... Qing'er will never ignore you again!"
Xiaoman was very smart, and in just a few words, he already understood the origin of the two girls, and hurriedly said to Shuang Gewei: "Don't make mistakes! The two sisters are friends, not enemies, it's important for us to escape first!"
When Yang Chaoxi heard that Qin Qing actually ran out to look for her, she was moved and ashamed, and was speechless. Suddenly, Xiaoman reminded her, and she suddenly agreed: "That's right! Senior sister Tang, junior sister Qin, this place is dangerous and not suitable.
Stay for a long time! We have too much time to take care of ourselves, so how can we let the two of you stand under a dangerous wall? Please come back quickly and save your body. After you are done here, we will meet again."
While Tang Juan was fighting with others, she calmed down and said: "Tsk! Sure enough, the air is vented through one nostril. Junior Brother Yang likes the new and hates the old, so there is no need to rush us away. Although I, Jing Xizi, am not good at studying, I can't deal with these chickens and dogs.
, which is enough."
Yang Chaoxi felt bored and glanced at Tan Qing, only to see that her eyes were pink and she was silent. She obviously agreed with what Tang Juan said. Yang Chaoxi suddenly felt that one person was bigger than the other, and she was unable to argue.
The Taiweigong Eagle Dog that was entangled endlessly in front of him didn't seem to be so troublesome. He was full of depression and had nowhere to vent his sorrows. The men brought by Hong Zhiye became the punching bags of each one. At that moment, several people who were close to him were killed.
Yang Zhaoxi swung the back of the knife and smashed his knee, rolling on the ground in pain.
When Tang Juan saw this, she couldn't help but smile, and then she turned cold and said reluctantly: "I thought that Junior Brother Yang was a young hero with extraordinary martial arts skills, but today it seems that he is just a reckless man with brute force! Fighting like this.
Go, when will we get out?"
Although Yang Chaoxi was slightly angry, he held back and kept his head buried in fighting and refused to answer the question.
Xiao Man, however, had long been dissatisfied with Tang Juan's eccentric and sarcastic look, so he couldn't help but retorted: "According to what my sister said, you must have some 'high ideas'? Please give me some advice!"
Tang Juan rolled her eyes and raised her eyes proudly and said: "You foreign little girl! She is fluent in Chinese, but she is not good at poetry and calligraphy. She is comparable to a country woman. Don't you hear Du Zzi's beautiful poem that says, 'Shoot a man first, shoot a horse, and then capture a man.
The thief captures the king first. You just huddle here and kill indiscriminately, which is just a stupid way to get twice the result with half the effort. If the opponent still has reinforcements, wouldn't he have to fight until he is exhausted and die?"
When Yang Chaoxi heard the words, his heart moved. Seeing that the two were facing each other, he hurriedly interjected: "Senior sister Tang, do you have any clever ideas? You might as well tell me. Junior brother has always been stupid, but 'if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening', if Meng Meng
Senior sister has taught me that even if I die, I will still be happy!"
Tang Juan heard that he was talking nonsense, but most of the anger in her heart disappeared. She pursed her lips and smiled and said: "It's easy! You first catch the red Taizhu or the black Taizhu, and tell those bastards to go away."
Farther away. Wouldn't it be easier to then board the ship, furl the plank, and sail away?"
Yang Chaoxi slapped her head and said overjoyed: "Senior Sister Tang is so smart! No wonder Senior Brother Fang obeys your words, it turns out that he is actually a female Zhuge who is 'making plans in the boudoir'!"
As soon as these words came out, even Tan Qing couldn't help bursting into tears and laughing: "Bah, bah! Senior brother Yang is too stupid! No matter how smart the senior sister is, how can she be compared with Mr. Wolong, who is so wise that he is almost a demon?
"
Although Xiaoman was still angry, he knew that it was not appropriate to argue with each other at this time, so he issued an order: "Brothers in the teachings, break out to the left! These guys carry bricks and sticks, and use Yu to make up for their numbers, which will make it easier to break through."
Upon hearing the order, more than ten believers immediately waved their swords and followed Xiaoman, attacking to the left with all their strength. Upon seeing this, Hong Taizhu's men waved their swords and rushed to reinforce him.
Yang Chaoxi had just cooperated with Xiaoman offensively and defensively, and now they had more of a tacit understanding, and immediately understood her intention. At this moment, he hurriedly said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Tang, Junior Sister Qin! The right side is empty, help me quickly.
Go catch Hong Taizhu!"
Without saying a word, Tan Qing raised his sword and stepped forward. Almost at the same time, he and Yang Zhaoxi came to kill Hong Taizhu. Tang Juan let out a long sigh and followed closely behind.
Hong Taizhu, who had just been beaten to pieces, was groaning to himself and leaning under a tree to calm down. Seeing someone suddenly coming to kill him, he immediately panicked, his hands were like sifting chaff, and he reluctantly cupped his fists and said: "Young hero
Spare your life!"
Yang Zhaoxi kicked the iron sword from Hong Taizhu's waist, grabbed his round collar, and shouted: "Hong Zhiye, tell your bastard to get out of Xianglu Village, or you will be killed."
Although Hong Zhiye was unwilling to do so, he was under the control of others at this time, so he had no choice but to compromise and save his life first. He quickly opened his voice and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Stop now. Whether I can survive or not depends on you!"
When several of Hong Zhiye's men heard something strange in Hong Zhiye's voice, they all turned their heads and saw that he had been restrained by the Zoroastrian people. They immediately lost their fighting spirit. The iron swords, hatchets, green bricks, sticks and other objects in their hands were
They all stopped and stepped back several feet before standing still, still looking at Yang Zhaoxi and others with murderous intent.
Yang Zhaoxi had already torn off Hong Zhiye's belt, cut his hands behind his back, and tied them behind his back. He held his back with one hand, and put a hatchet on his neck with the other, saying word by word: "Who is calling you?"
,roll!"
Hong Zhiye felt a cold and stinging sensation on the right side of his neck. Although the hatchet was not sharp enough, the blade had already cut open the skin. The viscous liquid flowed down his chest and onto his belly. He was so shocked that his crotch felt hot and he became incontinent on the spot: "Brother.
, Brothers, today’s work is not going to happen! Everyone, please leave... leave quickly! If someone like me, Hong, has any shortcomings... you won’t get a cent of today’s hard-earned money!!”
Although everyone heard his stern voice, their expressions were extremely serious. After a moment of confusion on their faces, they all turned around and retreated to Xianglu Village.
Yang Chaoxi, Qin Qing, and Tang Juan were escorting Hong Zhiye and met with Xiaoman and others in front of the ship. Hong Zhiye said cautiously and with some flattery: "Young hero, I promise a thousand pieces of gold... My people are all gone.
!Should I... let me live?"
Yang Chaoxi smiled coldly: "We haven't entered the city yet, who knows what other tricks you have arranged? Why don't we go together!"
After Hong Zhiye heard this, he knew that his life was safe for the time being, and he immediately said with an angry face: "The demon does not keep his word! After death, he will go to the hell of pulling out tongues, and suffer torture for ten thousand years, uh..."
Hong Zhiye's voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Yang Zhaoxi turned his head and saw that Tan Qing's scabbard and Xiaoman's flail club hit Hong Zhiye on the back of the head, causing two big bumps to swell immediately.
Hong Zhiye received a heavy blow to the back of his head. He immediately rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.
Yang Chaoxi saw that the two women were decisive and showed no mercy, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart: "This, this Hong Taizhu, won't be beaten to death, right?"
Tang Juan rolled her eyes again and was too lazy to look at him: "Such evil officials will die as soon as they die. What's the pity? In short, just remember them all on the head of Zoroastrianism."
After hearing this, Xiao Man's beautiful eyes were slightly cold: "I, the Zoroastrian, are rushing to enter the city. Two sisters, please just say goodbye!"
Tang Juan raised her chin and said with a sneer: "Is this the Zoroastrian way of hospitality? Although my junior sister and I don't like to repay favors, we still act in a righteous manner. The foreign girl is really ruthless and unrighteous in her behavior.
Just after crossing the river, the bridge was demolished, which is really chilling!"
When the believers around her heard her mocking the saint, they became furious and raised their fists one after another, trying to attack her together.
Tang Juan's eyes widened and her voice rose a little higher: "What? You still want to repay kindness with enmity?!"
Xiaoman's eyes were spitting fire, and he was about to teach this young woman some lessons when he suddenly felt that the "Chaoyin Bell" on his waist, which had been silent for a long time, started to tremble slightly.
Immediately, the familiar voice of Holy Aunt Liu Xiaomu sounded in her heart: "What's the use of anger? What's the use of fighting? Endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the world. Please put me in the urn first, and my aunt will vent your anger for you later."
Xiaoman suddenly turned from anger to joy and apologized: "Sister, you may have misunderstood! Xiaoman is worried that his opponent may have an ambush, which will affect the two sisters. If you don't mind, please board the boat and have some refreshments."
, how about entering the city together?”
Yang Zhaoxi saw that the two of them were talking about each other, and Tan Qing remained silent. He suddenly had a headache again and didn't know which side to help. But if the two of them didn't help each other, the root cause of the matter was ultimately caused by himself, and he felt even more embarrassed.
Sheng Fangcai actually felt like crying without tears.
Fortunately, Xiaoman knew the general situation well, so he suddenly softened his words and invited the two of them to board the ship. No matter how arrogant and arrogant a person is, he should just go down the slope and accept it as soon as possible.
Sure enough, Tang Juan was so satisfied that she picked up Tan Qing and stepped onto the boat first and got on the boat.
Xiaoman led Yang Zhaoxi and other believers, carried the unconscious Hong Taizhu, and slowly boarded the deck.
On the deck, Tianji Protector was staring at Tang Juan and Tan Qing with his eyes wide open. After a long while, he suppressed an angry rebuke: "You, what are you doing here?!"
Tan Qing's knees went weak and he immediately fell to his knees, crying: "Daddy!"