There was a chaos on the bank of the canal, with people wailing and falling to the ground at every moment, while others were unwilling to get up.
The weeds beneath our feet were trampled and staggered, and they were stuck in the mud. They were in a miserable state. The "civilians" who were scuffling on the grass had bruises on their faces and blood flying from their mouths. It was horrible to look at.
The ancient stele stood quietly in a shallow pit, looking mockingly at the crazy people on the shore, without saying a word, but even more sarcastically. The rain soaked through the robes of the "civilians", and every one of them was wiped out.
The dark shoulders and back were painted translucent with semen, and in the chaotic and violent collision, they burst out with majestic strength and alert savagery.
The rainwater also gathered in the shallow pit, and the water level rose rapidly. In just one cup of tea, most of the inscription was submerged. The people fighting on the shore probably did not have weapons at hand, and they only fought with fists and kicks.
It was so difficult to separate, and for a while it was impossible to tell the winner.
All the "civilians" were busy with each other. No one noticed that the unscrupulous guards who came from Wuhou Pu in Demaofang and Jingxingfang had surrounded the chaotic canal bank. At a glance,
There were more than a hundred people.
Dong Zhongting, the Marquis of Wu, was confident. He took the gong from a bad commander and found a big stone three to four feet high to stand on. Then he took off his saber, turned the handle upside down, and knocked the gong violently——
"Boom~~Boom!"
All the "civilians" were startled by the deafening sound of the gong, and followed the sound one after another. They saw Dong Zhongting standing proudly on the stone, not angry and asserting himself: "Are you really going to rebel? Gongmen provides three meals a day and drinks, and also distributes cash.
The foot fee depends on what you are doing here to gather people! It’s raining heavily today, so I can let you go back and rest early. Since you are so energetic, you can go back to your section and continue working!"
Seeing that all the "civilians" were motionless and looking at him with evil expressions, Dong Zhongting suddenly threw the gong on the stone and then cursed,
"You are so deaf! What are you doing here so stupidly?! The bad guards obey orders! Anyone who dares to resist and disobeys will have his feet chopped off on the spot and dragged back to prison!"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..."
More than a hundred sounds of swords being unsheathed sounded almost simultaneously, creating a terrifying momentum. More than a hundred unscrupulous guards dragged their swords to their sides and said in unison: "Here -"
This worked as expected. The "civilians" stopped one after another, divided into several groups, and, escorted by one team after another of bad guards, obediently returned to their respective working canals.
The limited number of thorns was quickly pressed into the muddy water, and both feet were chopped off on the spot. Two bad guards, one on the left and one on the right, held them under the armpits and dragged them out with blood. The winding blood stains,
Printed on the bank of the canal where weeds and mud are mixed, the red color is extremely eye-catching.
Seeing that the "civilians" were dispersed, Dong Zhongting breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Meng Qu who was standing aside: "Please!"
The two of them came close to the ancient stele, and saw several lines of vigorous and simple Chinese characters engraved on the stele. Not mentioning the parts that were flooded by rain, just looking at the exposed inscriptions, they felt an awe-inspiring aura.
, I couldn’t help but tremble in my heart.
Dong Zhongting hurriedly directed a dozen of his confidants to pick up wooden shovels and barrels to drain the water in the shallow pit. He also dug up all the sand within two feet of the ancient stele, and then found ropes.
, rolling logs and other objects, dragging and pulling, and after several twists and turns, the ancient monument was finally dragged to the shore.
Immediately, the bad guard picked up the river water and washed the ancient stele thoroughly, revealing the whole picture. The bad guard even held up an oil-paper umbrella and covered it with the ancient stele, so that Dong and Meng could watch.
Come closer and take a look.
The ancient stele is about five feet square and less than a foot thick. The stone is green and black, and the surface of the stele is mottled. The red paint on the inscribed inscription has long since peeled off, and only some remnants can be seen between individual words and strokes.
Dong Zhongting's hands were trembling as he touched the poems on the ancient stele line by line. He was so excited that he couldn't be more excited: The Rushui Sword Stele, which had been missing for eighteen years, was finally dug out. And he was lucky enough to touch this stele.
It is truly a great joy in life!
The monument is a sword grave, and the sword is buried in the monument. If there is no trace of the monument, the sword will also be empty.
There are even rumors that the water-like sword that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods was hidden in this stele at night by Uncle Ji Kang. It was just that An Lushan and his son were stupid back then and did not see the mystery. If not, only
I'm afraid that at this moment, I have already used the sword to gain momentum and dominate one side!
Looking at Meng Quchang on the side, his eyes were glowing green, as if he was staring at a kabuki opera he couldn't put down. His hands couldn't stop rubbing the monument, wishing he could take it for himself.
Dong Zhongting was about to remind him: Such a valuable treasure is no small matter. To be on the safe side, it would be better to transport it back to the Henan government office quickly and hand it over to Mr. Xiao for disposal.
However, before he could speak, he heard a commotion coming from the west. Then there were several shrill screams, which sounded like a bad guard had been poisoned. He turned around and saw dozens of bad guards outside the heavy rain curtain.
Fight and retreat, they are running towards him!
The unscrupulous guards around him had already noticed that something was wrong, and some people immediately said anxiously: "Dong Wuhou! Something bad has happened. The people have mutinied! It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. I will protect you and escape from here first..."
Another person also realized later and said: "It's strange that the people were so obedient just now. It turned out that they were returning to the sand mining boat to find weapons! Mr. Wuhou, the brothers in front are going to be unable to resist, we better escape first."
If you want to save your life, then find another way. These civilians are all here for the monument, and they are determined not to embarrass you!"
Dong Zhongting suppressed his anger and looked gloomy. He saw the "civilians" coming fiercely, attacking and defeating his bad guards. Finally, he shouted coldly: "Notify brothers! All retreat! Don't fight forcefully!"
After saying that, without looking back, he grabbed Meng Quchang beside him and ran out through the gap in the wall of the square, disappearing in an instant.
When the unscrupulous guards saw that Marquis Dong Wu had thrown down the order, they immediately ran away. No longer interested in resisting, they retreated to both sides of the embankment to make way for a passage. Seeing that there was no longer any obstruction, the "civilians" swarmed up again and immediately scooped up what had just been left.
The "Rushui Sword Monument" was surrounded.
The first ones to rush to the monument were seven skinny men with sinister expressions. The seven men each put on black leather Liuhe boots, and covered their arms with iron claws. They ran so fast that they used their hands and feet like wild beasts, easily wearing them.
Pass through the crowd and stay far ahead.
The reason why these seven people are eye-catching is not only because of their agility and strange iron claw sheaths. It is also because when they collided with the bad guard's blockage, these seven people were the most ruthless in their attacks.
At that time, the seven people were in sync with offense and defense. They were like ghosts, with solid iron claws and sharp edges like hooks. The bad guards, whose martial arts were mediocre, could only barely resist by swinging their swords. Once caught by them, their bones and tendons would not be broken.
If it is broken, it means the intestines are pierced and the belly is rotten, which is really miserable.
At this time, the seven people took the lead to surround the ancient monument. Facing more "civilians" holding weapons in their hands, they seemed to be weak.
Although the "civilians" were roughly dressed in brown clothes, covered with mud, and their eyes were shining brightly, there was no one who was not a martial arts practitioner:
To the east, the "civilian husbands" stood upright, with solemn faces and sharp eyes. They all held swords, spears, halberds and other long weapons in their hands. They had formed a "flying geese formation" without realizing it. Some people had scars on their cheeks and necks.
With scars like earthworms, they were obviously from the military.
The "civilians" in the north all stand with their heads bowed, their eyes indifferent and their demeanor calm. Most of them have long swords, iron rulers, whisks and other small weapons in their hands. The older ones are in the middle, and the younger ones are in front. You can tell just by looking at the posture of their hands.
Taoist skills.
The "civilian husbands" in the south have pulled off their robes, revealing their bald heads. They are obviously monks who have received ordination. However, the monks' faces do not have the slightest pleasant expression of monks. Instead, their eyes are fierce, and their teeth are shining coldly.
They are wolves that choose people to devour.
There are also some people who are huddled together in groups, huddled in the west, some with indifferent eyes, some with sharp eyes, some with disdain on their faces, or with snake-headed eyes. Everyone's eyes are passing through the gap between the seven people in front of the monument, staring at that.
On top of the motionless ancient monument.
Those lines of eye-catching poems seem to be full of endless mysteries, attracting people's imagination. In many people's minds, they have already sketched out their illustrious power of "with a sword in hand, gratifying with pleasure, majestic and heroic, and arrogantly scolding princes"...
However, fantasies are just fantasies after all. If you want to be rewarded for your ambition, you must first seize the "Water Sword Monument" in your hands. Once you get the world-famous "Water Sword", you can respond to a hundred responses and command the heroes... When the time comes...
If the rain gets rain and the wind gets the wind, wouldn't it be happier than being an emperor?
The seven sinister men's faces were as dark as water. Knowing that a fierce battle was inevitable, they all prepared to fight for their lives.
But one of the monks walked out and sneered: "Amitabha, the poor monk Qiu Bu Mian, has discovered his great wish in front of the Buddha. If he gets this water sword, he will seal it in the Buddhist hall, so that all living beings in the world will not suffer the pain of killing, and for our prosperous country
Zuo Yongyan, may you create more supreme merits! I think some of you are quite murderous, why not give this treasure to a poor monk?"
One of the seven people seemed to be the leader, and he immediately spat: "Bah! Sleepless Monk, please stop pretending to be benevolent and boasting. Isn't it true that all heroes in the world are fools? If you have the guts, let's see the truth under our men. If you can kill the seven of us,
, this monument is yours."
The sleepless monk was not angry at all, he just snorted coldly and said: "These Iron Claws look a bit familiar to you, and they are about to ask for their names. A poor monk will not kill an unknown person under the stick."
After hearing this, the man waved his claws in vain, and instantly brought up an afterimage. Jie Jie smiled and said: "Then you can remember it! My surname is Tian Ming Zhang. The seven of my brothers do not change their names when walking or sitting down. This is a sign of authority.
The 'Suzaku Qisu' that shocked Heshuo! If you want to die, do it quickly to avoid making others anxious!"
The face of the sleepless monk suddenly turned cold: "Junior brothers! Today I am going to kill the killers and leave the lives of these crazy disciples together with the stone tablet!"
Before he finished speaking, the cooked copper stick in his hand suddenly flew up, as fast as light and lightning. The strong wind passed through the rain curtain, smashing a row of pearls and jade, and the tip of the stick went straight towards Tian Deer's heart.
When the other "civilians" saw this, they all couldn't help but praise "good". The monk looked at the five-big, three-thick, fierce-looking, arm-thick wrought copper stick, which weighed dozens of kilograms, but in his hands he could lift it with ease.
. With a stick, there was almost no residual image, and it was already in front of the field deer. It was difficult for ghosts and gods to avoid it.
Tian Zhan also secretly thought that he was "careless". He blocked his chest with his claws and retreated violently. However, although the iron claws caught the copper stick, it could not resist the stick's slippery body. It was so heavy that it slipped past his claws.
Keep pushing forward!
"squeak--"
A tooth-piercing scream sounded, and many people couldn't help but cover their ears, still feeling annoyed in their hearts. However, with the force of his copper stick, he immediately pushed the field deer into the air and retreated two feet.
Only when he got out of the way could he stop his body.
Tian Zhang rubbed his heart and revealed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth: "Sleepless monk, you have so much brute strength! But if you only have the strength of this arm, I'm afraid I will end up in Tongyuan Canal today..."
Before Tian Zhan finished speaking, he ran out, using his hands and feet again!
Everyone felt that he had just stepped forward a few times, and his body had been reduced to an afterimage. Thousands of raindrops fell from the sky and the earth, but none of them could hit him.
The sleepless monk had just put away the copper stick and was about to swing it out when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs. What followed was a strong force that knocked him staggering and almost fell. He was also a veteran of many battles.
When a person realizes that something is wrong, he has already raised a strong energy to protect his whole body; when he is accidentally attacked, he does not dodge or dodge, and still swings down the copper stick in his hand.
"Boom!"
The copper rod hit an iron claw, making a harsh sound. However, Tianzhan stopped as soon as he saw the opportunity. With the help of the iron claw, he turned around and ran out, and stood up again behind him.
.
The sleepless monk glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a few bloody wounds on his linen robe. The bloody wounds were extremely long but not deep. He just took a deep breath and his complexion returned to normal.
Tian Zhang succeeded with one blow, but did not continue to attack. Instead, his face slightly condensed and he said: "Is this the Shimen's 'Iron Shirt Kung Fu'?"