Besides, the three of Xinyuan went out and galloped all the way. Before noon, they came to a mountain. They saw a large mountain standing on the wall and huge rocks like peaks. The surrounding mountains and forests were densely covered with greenery.
The heart looked far and wide, and couldn't help but admire him greatly, wondering where this place was, and there was such a refreshing sight. At this time, Wen Zheng and Qiao Er also caught up. Wen Zheng pointed to the giant rock standing on the two peaks in front of him and said: "This is Mount Yao, also called Dalong Mountain, in the Funiu Mountains. Land of the ancestors."
Qiao Er stretched out his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Funiu Mountain? Isn't that the site of Henan Sanhu?"
Xinyuan and Wenzheng were startled. Xin Yuan said: "If this is the case, wouldn't we break into their den."
Wen Zheng smiled and said, "What are you afraid of, didn't you beat them last time!"
Qiao Er also agreed: "That is, what are you afraid of? With the two of you here, plus me, are you still afraid that they won't succeed?"
Xinyuan said: "If it is only three of them, of course it is not enough to be afraid. I am just worried that if they still have a surplus, if the party uses any means to abuse the three, I am afraid that it will be difficult to deal with then."
Wen Zheng and Qiao Er laughed together: "You have too much heart."
Xinyuan smiled indifferently and said: "Well, since there are two masters to accompany, let's enjoy the beauty of this place, whether they are three tigers or a nest of tigers."
The three of them laughed, so they patted their horses and walked all the way to the mountains. Turning around a huge rock, there was a shout in front of him while he was walking, and several figures jumped out of the woods beside the mountain road. The visitors were of different ages, and they were all dressed up in black, holding a long knife, and showing a hideous face. The head of a sixty-year-old, white-skinned old man waved a long knife and shouted at the three people in Xinyuan: "Look at the passerby. We are robbed. We can only pass through by leaving the silver."
Xinyuan's three mounts suddenly took a few steps back because of a sudden shock. Qiaoer was caught off guard and almost fell off his horse. When she got up from the horse, her face was pale, and she glared at the little old man and cursed: "You are looking for death, you dare to rob this girl."
The little old man gave a smirk and said: "The boss has ordered, only to rob money, not to rob sex. If you want to kill you, leave the money on your body. Otherwise, don't blame the uncles for being polite!"
Xinyuan asked, "Who is your boss?"
Hearing someone asked who their boss was, the little old man seemed very proud. He rolled his sleeves and said: "We have three bosses. If you say it, they will scare you off. That is the three tigers of Henan with outstanding martial arts in the Funiu Mountain area. "After finishing this sentence, suddenly his glasses stared and his face was sullen, and he shouted: "Hurry up and hand over the money on your body!"
Xinyuan was amused secretly in his heart, thinking that just because of your little friends, he wanted to ask us to keep the passing money, isn't it a daydream. He suddenly laughed and turned to Qiao'er and said, "I don't have any silver on my body. Miss, if you bring more silver, give them some." Seeing Qiao'er's face turned pale, he knew she was caught off guard just now. Back, the mood is very bad at this time. Xinyuan deliberately added fuel to the fire and made Qiao'er out of breath, and at the same time taught these brave robbers, so that they would not dare to do whatever they want in the future.
Wen Zheng saw Xinyuan speaking, knowing that he had an idea, so he didn't speak at the moment, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, wanting to see how Xinyuan teased them. Qiao'er heard Xinyuan tell him to give the bandit the money, glared at him, and said loudly: "What? They blocked the road in broad daylight, and you let me give them the money? Hmph, you have to give it to you, I don’t Give!"
Xin Yuan turned his head, with a smile on his face, and said to the little old man: "You have also heard. I have persuaded this lady just now, and the lady said she would not give it. What do you say?"
The little old man gave a wicked smile and said: "Then you can blame the brothers for being impolite. Brothers, go!" He gave an order, and more than a dozen men behind him raised their swords and greeted the three of Xinyuan's bodies.
Qiao'er screamed, and before they came close, the "Changhong Guanri" that had already been passed down by the family flew forward to greet him. After hearing a series of clanging sounds, the robbers still didn’t understand what was going on. The long knives in their hands had all fallen to the ground, and a two-inch-long wound appeared on everyone’s wrist, and blood leaked from it. . The robbers didn't dare to fall in love with each other, and stepped back one after another. Several more cautious robbers stared at Qiao'er and the three to prevent them from sneaking. Others looked at the little old man, waiting for him to give orders, and then everyone turned and fled.
When the little old man used to set up ambushes and robbery here, the people who passed by were pedestrians and merchants. Most of them didn’t know much about martial arts. They would offer silver with both hands, so every time they made a move, they would surely gain. In more than ten years, I haven't encountered a particularly difficult opponent. When the three heads returned last night, their faces were very ugly, and it was obvious that someone had suffered. So he decided to do a big vote today, earn some money and go back to buy wine and food for the three heads. As long as the three heads are happy, the brothers will have a better life. Therefore, he led his brothers to ambush on the side of the road before dawn today, and finally waited for three well-dressed young men to pass by after noon. He jumped out happily to prepare for robbery, but he didn't expect to be injured as soon as he shot. A young girl on the other side, who was pregnant with martial arts, was stunned for a while. It took a while before she picked up the knife that fell on the ground and turned around and fled in embarrassment with her subordinates.
Xinyuan and Wen Zheng were a little surprised when they saw Qiaoer's move without mercy. Wen Zheng looked up at the sky. It was noon and the heat was too hot, so he said to Xinyuan and Qiao'er, "Let’s go quickly, there is a small town across this mountain, I’m a little hungry, let’s go there to hit the tip." Qiaoer won in one fell swoop, and the unhappiness in his chest has long since disappeared. She turned on her horse and said cheerfully, "Okay, let's go to eat!" At this moment, she was very energetic, and she started to fight the horse first, and then galloped away.
As Wen Zheng said, there really is a small town at the southern foot of Funiu Mountain. The three of them were already hungry when they arrived in the town, so they just found a small shop regardless of the three or seventy-one, each ordered a bowl of noodles to eat, and rested for two hours in the small woods outside the town until the day was reached. When it was already westward, he continued to fight south.
This way south, in order to avoid the sun, the three of them always rushed in the morning, rested at noon, and then drove on when the sun was about to set. Although traveling thousands of miles, it is inevitable that the journey will be tiring, but the three of them were young and energetic, coupled with the young people's active disposition, chatting and admiring the wind and the moon along the way, but they were also carefree and happy.
It has been a month since the three of them left the foothills of Mount Song and descended all the way south to the boundary of Shaoxing, Zhejiang. The land of the south of the Yangtze River has a mild climate, beautiful scenery, and ying, singing, and dancing everywhere. Although Xinyuan had followed Master Shenmu to this place when he was young, he was just an inexperienced child who did not understand the prosperity and prosperity of Jiangnan, let alone the lakes and mountains, swallows and lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River. The charm and amorous feelings in the hearts of northerners.
This time when he revisited the old place, Xinyuan has grown up from a twelve or thirteen-year-old child to a boy of weak crown age. In the hearts of all young people, there is always a looming dream at work. The feeling is so strange that it cannot be described in words. Whenever Xinyuan saw sparkling and lotus blossoms, or willows fluttering and swallows flying, whether it rained or not, he would have a misty illusion, and he himself seemed to be on the scene. I can vaguely feel the cold feeling when the rain drops on my body, and I can also see a figure hidden under a flower paper umbrella through the misty mist in front of my eyes. Kind of mesmerizing feeling.
As for Wenzheng and Qiaoer, it is of course the first time for the siblings to go to Jiangnan. In their eyes, everything in Jiangnan is completely different from the north. Just when Wenzheng heard a girl from the "Yanyulou" in Shaoxing for the first time, he stayed there for an hour without realizing it. Afterwards, he told Xinyuan that the speech in your language described in the book would be so beautiful.