Shanhedu

These people covered their faces with cloth, and surrounded the road from front to back.

At first, Ling Xiao thought it was the gang that was chasing and killing him, but after a closer look, it seemed that they were different from those people.

Then a few shrieks were heard, and one person pushed aside the crowd and walked in front of Ling Xiao and the others.

Standing with Fugui, this person is only half a head taller than Fugui.

There is a finger-long scar on his left eye, and he has a vicious look on his face, as if he is going to eat them.

Looking at Ling Xiao and his party, he yelled loudly: "I am the king of the mountain here, hand over the money, and spare your life!

Otherwise, my hundred-odd brothers will eat buns stuffed with human flesh today!"

The cronies of the King of the Mountain followed suit one after another, like a group of monkeys without their own opinions.

It turned out to be someone who robbed the Tao, so Ling Xiao put down all his warnings.

Don't say that Ling Xiao disdains these people, and the local students standing behind don't pay attention to those little ones.

"Ha! What do I think you are from? It turns out that you are a group of bandits raised by sons of bitches."

Tusheng drew out the ax from his waist, took a step forward and walked to Ling Xiao's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Okay, why don't you take me seriously?"

The little King of the Mountain had his hands on his hips, and raised another hand in greeting.

"Little ones, chop them up for me! Eat meat today, eat big meat!!"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and dealing with these people was as easy as moving his body before practicing in Xinu Mountain.

The native held the ax in both hands, and greeted them with his mouth wide open.

"Come on, come on, let me see if you sons of bitches can use their knives neatly!"

In the blink of an eye, Ling Xiao said to Tusheng again, "You and I stand in the way, Jun He doesn't know how to work hard, so protect the three of them."

"I see!" After finishing speaking, Tu Sheng turned around and went behind Qingshui Fugui and the others.

The bandit Baishilai faced Ling Xiao in front and Tu Sheng in the back, swishing the machete and long sword in his hand.

Ling Xiao has been practicing martial arts with his peerless masters since he was three years old, and if he doesn't practice for ten days, nothing will happen.

These years have been cold and hot, and there has been little delay. The master who taught him swordsmanship once said that Ling Xiao's martial arts are among the best in the world.

In the narrow and long gorge, swords, lights and swords shadowed, and shouts soared to the sky.

Jun He, who doesn't know kung fu, is put on his shoulders by the lazy Qing Shui, sitting relaxed and leisurely like in a theater.

Standing aside, Fugui looked on coldly, his aura did not match his stature at all.

Ling Xiao's fists carried the wind, and he controlled the enemy with one move, and his body moved freely and flexibly among the group of people.

With no effort in his hands, he brought a pair of bandits head-to-head and fell down together.

There is a latent coldness between the eyebrows and eyes, and the angular profile is as sharp as a knife.

The earth was as powerful as an ox, and he swung a broad ax towards the person in front of him, and the ax that cut iron like mud separated the person's body and head.

And several young people behind that person fell down in a row.

After waving his left hand, he swung his right hand again, and the people who were rushing towards him on the right were vigorously pushed to the ground.

Tusheng kept yelling and cursing: "My two babies are stained with blood, and I will wipe them off with your clothes in a while! Whoever has the blood will send me a rag!"

Ling Xiao on the other side raised his thick palm and stretched it out, and the bandit beside him broke his neck.

Struggling in pain, Ling Xiao didn't want to kill, and then let go again. The man rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground.

The people standing in front of Ling Xiao realized how powerful he was.

Holding the sword in his hand tremblingly, he did not dare to approach, looking at me and looking at you, his legs shaking like chaff.

Unexpectedly, they robbed so much money in this remote and remote place, and today they lost their hands.

Mo Dao put his hands down, whether he lives or dies today, I'm afraid it all depends on the mood of this hero in front of him.

Seeing that these people were afraid to come forward, Ling Xiao didn't move a single step.

The Tusheng behind Junhe and the others was still fighting with those bandits, screaming constantly.

The King of the Mountain, who was standing on the sidelines, also noticed that there was a big difference between the two of them.

But he didn't have the guts to beg Ling Xiao to let them go, he gritted his teeth and hated the motionless Ling Xiao, and cursed them in a low voice.

After half a cup of tea, the bandits lost their arrogance.

If the fight continues, I am afraid that today I will dig a grave on the spot, throw down my sword again and again, and kneel down to beg for mercy.

After beating someone, Native Sheng took a deep breath and squatted beside a young man.

Pulling up his sleeve to wipe the blood off the hatchet, the bandit who had already fainted turned pale.

The rest of the young men ran behind the King of the Mountain one after another, begging the King to discuss with the two young heroes.

Today, they were blind and blocked the way of the masters.

Seeing the youngsters concede defeat, Ling Xiao rubbed his hands together and walked to Jun He's side.

The little orchid grass spirit was softly draped over Qing Shui's shoulders, and only asked when she saw Ling Xiao approaching.

"What are they going to do?"

Ling Xiao laughed, "It's just a joke, let's continue on our way."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to grab Jun He's hand and leave, as if he didn't mind Qing Shui and Jun He hooking up like this.

Qing Shui, with a delicate and clear heart, held the fan and looked at Ling Xiao and the two who had already walked away, smiling evilly.

He had already noticed that Ling Xiao had unusual feelings for Jun He.

How can someone who has just known each other for a few days be able to walk hand in hand?

Jun He, an untrained brain, looks good on his neck. Doesn't Ling Xiao understand the love of children?

That's all, everything goes according to fate, Qing Shui turned on the wind fan, smiled wryly and followed Fu Gui.

"Let's go, I've been walking for a long time today...Brother, Junhe's feet are sore..."

Jun He, who was led by Ling Xiao, muttered softly.

Ling Xiao looked up at the sky, and the sun that was covered by the mountain wall had turned to the front.

The group of thieves who didn't dare to move frankly shrank in front of Ling Xiao and the others, and before Ling Xiao could deal with it, the leader of the mountain king recognized his cowardice.

Kneeling down on the ground with a plop, cupping fists and bowing, "Heroic man, spare your life, heroic man, spare your life..."

Ling Xiao's shoulders were as straight as pines and cypresses in the mountains, and he looked down at him.

"You have hands and feet. Going down the mountain and finding a decent way out is the right way. In the future, don't do any more money-seeking activities."

His eyes sank into the water, his voice was low but loud.

"Ah, yes, yes, the hero is right... We will never do this kind of thing again..."

Qing Shui, who came up from behind, closed the fan, stroked the tassel pendant of the Fengliu fan, and said softly: "Do you have a horse in your cottage? Bring it out and send us on our way, and I will spare your dog's life."

The mountain king who was still kneeling on the ground kowtowed repeatedly.

"Some, some, small ones, go and get them out for the heroes, the heroes wait a moment, the small ones know they are wrong..."

"Then hurry up! Don't keep us waiting!"

Tu Sheng uttered a lesson, closing the eyes of Qing Shui beside him.

A few young men obeyed the orders of the King of the Mountain, and rushed back to the stockade behind the mountain to lead the horses.

After opening his eyes, Qing Shui knocked the fan on the top of Tu Sheng's head, twisting his high bun slightly.

"It's so noisy." Wen Wenliang blamed.

The horses were quickly brought over by Xiao Luo, but there were only three of them, and just like that, they also emptied their cottage.

Naturally, it was comfortable not to continue walking, and the bandit was let go with a pardon from Ling Xiao.

They disappeared in a blink of an eye, and they were left in a group of five, discussing how to divide the horses.

Jun He naturally wanted to stay by Ling Xiao's side, Qing Shui was so tired of being next to Tu Sheng, he nimbly stepped on a horse and stretched out his hand towards Fu Gui, who was half shorter than them.

"Come up, my son will take you on a ride."

Tu Sheng thought this was the best arrangement, he happened to be happy to be alone.

Unexpectedly, Fugui raised his face and refused word by word.

"I have one myself, you can do whatever you want."

After speaking, he walked to the side of the third horse, and the short man grabbed the rein and turned over, staring at Tusheng dumbfounded.

"You little man, you have a big temper." He said dissatisfied.

Fugui lowered his head, "I'm full of evil spirits, I'm too close to me, and I'll give you good fruit." His tone was vicious.

Tusheng immediately turned away from wealth and honor, "Then you still want us to go on the road? What are you thinking of harming us!"

Ever since he saw Fugui begging for rain with his own eyes, Tu Sheng had no doubts in Fugui, a half-fairy.

He put his palms together and bowed to the sky with regret, "Bodhisattva bless me, I want to live a long life, Bodhisattva protect..."

"I'm not with bumpkins."

Qing Shui, who was sitting on the horse, was about to leave as soon as he pulled the rein. Seeing this, Tu Sheng ran to stop the horse without hesitating his life.

"You say you won't follow? I beat that son of a bitch away. Why do you want to leave after patting your ass? I think you're shameless too!"

Tu Sheng bluffed and stamped Qing Shui as "stinky and shameless".

It was unbearable for Qing Shui to be quarreled by him, he rubbed the Tianling acupoint with the armrest, and gave in painfully.

"I'll ride, you sit behind me."

"I ride!" Tusheng retorted.

"Council! Don't be ignorant, I've already given in!" Qing Shui said impatiently.

"Come on."

Tusheng winked and grabbed the reins, and got on the horse regardless of the water.

He sat down behind him, but did not let go of the rein in his hand.

In this way, he hugged Qing Shui intimately and whipped the horse whip.

He looked very contemptuously at the angry handsome face of Qing Shui who turned his head.

"With your small body, I'm afraid that the horse will push you off, so let me ride."

"you……"

"When are you taking a bath? His mother smells too bad, like a fox..."

Tusheng spoke in a self-contained manner, betting the eloquent Qing Shui speechless for the first time.

The horse galloped on the narrow path, stepping hard on the puddles and the wet and dry land.

The Fugui rider was the most aggressive, and Ling Xiao rode his horse with Jun He in front of him and followed far behind the three of them.

"Is it bumpy?" The wind blew past the ears of the two of them.

It was Jun He's first time sitting on horseback, shaking his head as he watched the two Qingshui natives who were still making noise in front of him, happily grabbing Ling Xiao's arm across his waist.

"Budian, brother, let's catch up with them!"

"Okay." Ling Xiao raised the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward holding the orchid essence.

The setting sun was more than half hidden by the distant mountains, and the five people stopped at an inn next to Yuqing Ferry.

As soon as Ling Xiao took Junhe into the guest room to rest, Fugui knocked on the door outside.

"doing what?"

"Catch ghosts."