Han Fang sat in front of the desk, stroking a gold knife with a filigree diamond handle, a decorative knife with little practicality, and was thinking about when to pawn it for some silver, so as to relieve the urgent needs of the village with a dry wallet , put down the gold silk knife, and there was an ivory micro-carved Diamond Sutra paperweight on the table. Han Fang touched the densely packed small mosquito and fly characters on the paperweight with her fingers, and sighed heavily, starving to death for a penny.
Han Fang lived upstairs in the Loyalty Hall, and when he opened the window, he could see the apricot-yellow banner erected on the Qingshi Square. Unlike many men in the village who turned into bandits and just wanted to be happy, he had always kept himself clean all these years. I didn't plunder women to go up the mountain to use as a tool to vent their desires. In the past, I went down the mountain to kill the rich and help the poor in Dazhuangzi, or to block roads and cut paths. The pretty women I met were all distributed to my brothers, Song Kui and Fang Dayi. The brothers who are in the top positions are not greedy for money, but they like to be jealous of women and fight violently. Every time he and Zhang Xiucheng have to go to persuade them to calm things down, like this time Song Kui was beheaded in the execution ground. The few wives and concubines he left in the village, without accident, became playthings on the beds of the rest of the brothers tonight. This is also the reason why Han Fang is unwilling to marry wives and concubines. Being a thief or a bandit, few people enjoy their old age peacefully. Being able to live to half a hundred years old is a gift from God. The village is in its heyday. Excluding those who drag their families, there must be more than two hundred brothers who can ride horses and kill people. There are no military towns to garrison troops, and the government is not effective in suppressing bandits. If you don't go to the government office and chop off the heads of the officials and gentlemen in a row, you will burn the incense.
It's just that the situation in the stockade is gone now, and there are only a dozen swords and horses under his capable men. Many of the people who were called brothers and sisters in the past, died, and most of the living have gone to other stockades on the mountain. In Li, the temper is not small, either dislikes no fresh women, or complains that there is not enough wine and meat, Han Fang also knows that he is tired of his reputation, many things are hard to say, and he can't even show the slightest expression. Now he can say his sincerity In other words, only Zhang Xiucheng with a comparable family background is left. It is not terrible to be scattered when a tree falls, but it is chilling to be pushed by people when a tree falls. Gold, silver, and charming women gathered a large number of people, and from time to time they took their brothers to the foot of the mountain to kill and have fun. Several villages and villages that had a secret connection with Liuyi Mountain were wiped out by the old feelings. The head of the family is unscrupulous and never pays attention to things. Some of them even flirt with the government military academy and the police. They pour a lot of money into the purses of these people, and even help to do a lot of blood stains that should be solved by the public. Dirty work, not long ago, an official who had a good relationship with Yinpingzhai spent five hundred taels of silver to privately hire a gangster from the village to take a small official with a knife and a pen from a foreign country in the yamen to a village in the countryside. They were all bloodbathed and slaughtered, and even a few young children were not spared. It is said that they were hung on spears just like that, while other villages licked their faces and went to be willing to be dogs for the stewards of Shenmen Thatched Cottage. An uncle and godfather, and even a forty-something village head who accepted a young woman in the thatched cottage as a godmother, just because she was the concubine of a fierce demon in the thatched cottage Han Fang has always despised the moral and shameful things, especially the collusion between officials and bandits. It is no wonder that such a big loyal village is fading away. It is funny to say that the village can be scattered without falling down, and it is also due to the green bamboo lady at the foot of the mountain. She had been married to one of the top devils in the cottage for more than half a year, and the other big villages must have rushed to annex them with real swords and guns, because they didn't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face.
There were two knocks on the door, and Zhang Xiucheng pushed the door open without waiting for a promise. He and Han Fang were congenial, and he was the military advisor in charge of the village's internal affairs, so he didn't have to be pretentious about the details. Seeing this confidant who had known her for many years, Han Fang's mood improved, and she called out Zhang Xiucheng's name, and said with a smile, "Fu Ling, can't you sleep?"
Zhang Xiucheng said with a gloomy expression, "Fang Dayi and Hong Qian fought again, and they threatened to set a life-and-death sentence, saying that they would not live together. Please ask me to write the lawsuit. I will ignore everyone in a fit of anger, so as not to cause trouble."
Han Fang smiled and said, "For Song Kui's little concubine bought from a brothel for two hundred taels of silver?"
Zhang Xiucheng snorted coldly, "I keep saying that I'm stabbing my brother's ribs, but in the end it's not because of the woman and the brother."
Han Fang said guiltily: "I also know that the woman has already hooked up with Hong Qian for an affair, she should have entered his house, but Fang Dayi is greedy and insists on getting in the way, ruining this good thing is really unreasonable. You are in trouble, actually it is all my fault, Hong Qian went to a private school for a few years in the early years, learned a lot of medical divination and astronomy from you, and also has a lot of ambitions, this kid is only twenty-four or five years old, and he wants to win with a single blow If he is not grateful for your cultivation, with his ability, he would have changed his family, changed to a stockade that has friendship with the government, and secretly changed his household registration. It may be that he has the opportunity to make contributions, and everyone in the stockade knows Fang Dayi has a good relationship with me, and he also regards himself as a child of the Han family, so it is my fault, Han Fang, that makes it hard for you inside and out."
Zhang Xiucheng's face paled, he waved his hands and said, "The head of the family speaks too seriously. Fu Ling is just a pity for this family business."
Han Fang sighed softly: "It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. It's a bad thing that can't be helped."
Han Fang stood up, went to the window with the chief counselor, the breeze was blowing, and then looked at the night view of the mountains under the bright moonlight, she felt a little more peaceful, and suddenly smiled and said: "The woman in the village is like the village, that fox Meizi has a beautiful face no matter how she looks. , but also a local taste."
Zhang Xiucheng smiled knowingly and said: "Hong Qian and Fang Dayi are just a fellow from the countryside, he has never tasted the delicacies of mountains and seas, so naturally he mustered all his energy to fight for a bloody head. Look, this is not an invitation to come to the square for a competition. "
Han Fang put both hands on the window rail, "It doesn't matter. Fang Dayi looks rough, but his mind is actually a little more delicate than that of Huaichun woman. He is full of calculations. He just took the opportunity to trouble Hong Qian. Now that the village is withered, The third seat was vacant, so he wanted to put the lead on his buttocks and sit there. Hong Qian had a good foundation and his understanding was not bad, and his martial arts were steadily improving. Fang Dayi could only rely on brute force to fight early, and after a while After a year and a half, there is no need to compete with Hong Qian. This black cow is too smart, how could he know that Hong Qian didn't have this ambition at all? Huang Qi. Fu Ling, I will teach Fang Dayi a lesson later, and let him keep his own place, and you can also say a few words to Hong Qian, who is half-disciple, we are really both parents and mothers, it’s hard work.”
Zhang Xiucheng said with a smile: "Forget it, compared to those village owners who treat people as grandchildren, we can at least be considered elders."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Zhang Xiucheng frowned and asked, "Master, what should we do with the scholar from Gusai Prefecture named Xu Lang?"
Han Fang shook his head and said: "Don't worry about it, today is different from the past, no matter whether he is a scholar studying abroad or a spy dispatched by the government, we can't afford to provoke him. The former is fine, treat each other with courtesy, if the latter , even if you can't afford it, you can always hide it."
Zhang Xiucheng squinted his apricot eyes, with a murderous look: "It's okay, the government really dares to lead troops to kill us, there is no way out, just let me take ten strong brothers and sneak into the city, and kill the backyard of these officials without leaving any dog or dog behind." .”
Han Fang smiled and said, "You, the Heavenly Monarch of the Thunder Department, are not like the real Fang Wai."
Zhang Xiucheng's eyes were gloomy, and he sighed: "What kind of real person, he is just a bandit in a Taoist robe, who only kills demons and catches ghosts in the pile of paper."
Han Fang said regretfully, "The Zhaizi Temple is too small to accommodate Brother Fuling's talents and fists. If he could grow a bit bigger and grow to three hundred brothers, he would have the weight to ask for prices and officials, and be rejected by the court." After recruiting An, there must be at least six or seven officials with real power inside the stream, and thirty or forty loose officials outside the rank. Not to mention brother Fuling's Jingwei strategy, just because of his status as an outer disciple of the Taoist sect, how could he deal with it in the stockade? Those firewood, rice, oil and salt."
Zhang Xiucheng stretched out two fingers and twirled his beard, and said with an open-minded smile: "Life and death are determined, wealth and honor are in the sky, ordinary people like me can't force it."
Han Fang's eyes widened suddenly, and at the same time, the Taoist blurted out: "No, why did this devil show his face!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Han Fang glanced at the Taoist priest beside her.
On the school martial arts field paved with blue stones, a group of people appeared at some time, all of whom were dressed in brocade clothes that are rare on the mountain, and even if the grass bandits in the village wore silk and satin clothes, they would inevitably be suspected of being crowned by monkeys. The handsome men and beauties are very temperamental, like the immortals from the heavens descending to the mortal world, making people jealous. The leading middle-aged man wore a wide-sleeved white robe, came barefoot, his face was like a crown jade, and he did not wear swords. The sword-holding boy with red lips and white teeth. It is needless to say that those who have such a magnificent scene are also the nobles from the thatched cottage of Shenmen on Changle Peak in Liuyi Mountain. When Han Fang saw Hong Qian retreating from the sidelines, instead of fighting with Fang Dayi, he walked towards the graceful man who looked like a prince in the world, and bowed respectfully, Han Fang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, as expected, Hong Qian had secretly changed the court , voted for that thatched cottage, Han Fang sneered at the corner of his mouth, Taoist Zhang Xiucheng was furious, and angrily reprimanded "evil barriers", his figure flew straight out of the window and fell into the square, Fang Dayi and a dozen brothers in the village who watched the excitement were also on the verge of approaching enemy.
Zhang Xiucheng drew out the peach-wood sword with pine pattern on his back, pointed it at Hong Qian, and said sadly: "Hong Qian, the stockade treats you well. Back then, you killed officers and soldiers and were desperate. It was the family who took pity on you and took you in. Why did you do this?" Waiting for disobedience?!"
Hong Qian's simple words left half-master Zhang Xiucheng speechless: "People go to high places."
Hong Qian continued to say with a blank expression: "That's right, I told Immortal Master Zhongli that a strange man tried to get close to Qingzhuniang. Since Qingzhuniang had entered the Immortal Mansion of thatched cottage, she should have been born as a member of thatched cottage and died as a ghost of thatched cottage. She behaved badly, so I went to tell the fairy teacher, what's wrong with this? Master, the fairy teacher has promised me that as long as you are willing to leave the village, the fairy teacher will be kind to you outside the law, and you will have a place in the thatched cottage. Isn't it exactly what you have been dreaming of, master, for many years? My apprentice kindly built a blue sky ladder for you, what's wrong? Immortal Master Zhongli came by the way on this trip, and didn't intend to haggle with the stockade. He just went to pick up the couple life."
The dignified man who stepped barefoot on the ground finally spoke, squinting his eyes and said, "I heard that the two masters in Zhongyi Village are very skilled, or else they would act as impostors to me with Hong Qian, but they just changed their original surname and gave it Zhongli. But before this, I still need to see if I can catch my eyes, see how your Han Fang stick technique has hit all over the thirteen border towns, and see if your Zhang Xiucheng's swordsmanship can attract thunder. If I am disappointed, This village will be flattened tonight, and its name will be erased, this apricot-yellow flag has long been displeasing to the elders of the thatched cottage, doing justice for the heavens, it is actually a crooked way, it is extremely ridiculous."
The man looked up, surprised.
At the top of the banner stood a young man with a sword in his hand.
He laughed angrily: "Little baby doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and dares to shake off those little tricks in front of this fairy, Hong Qian, go and cut off the flagpole."
If the flag was cut off, it would be tantamount to a blood feud with Zhaizi. Hong Qian knew the seriousness of it, but he still gritted his teeth and ran forward, cutting off the flagpole with one blow.
Zhang Xiucheng, who didn't dare to stop Hong Qian in front of the devil in the cottage, was ashamed.
Zhongyi Village is completely over.
The flagpole crashed and collapsed towards the center of the square, but the scholar who only dared to fight with a widow at the foot of the mountain did not stumble and fall to the ground. His body was always straight like a spear. He swayed up and was kicked out by him.
The flagpole is used as a sword, and it shoots at the carefree devil in the cottage.
During the period, Hong Qian shouted angrily and slashed with a knife. He never thought of the sharp edge of the knife. Instead of breaking the flagpole, a huge force rebounded into the knife, and he could hardly hold the knife. Hong Qian, who was in a sea of anger, staggered back a few steps, his eyes were horrified, and he could no longer see the frail scholar.
The thatched devil surnamed Zhongli sneered, stepped out, stretched out his palm and pressed on one end of the flagpole, breaking it inch by inch.
There is no doubt that the master's demeanor is obvious, everyone only saw the picture of the overwhelming momentum, but did not see his footsteps slid back a few inches quietly.
When he saw the young swordsman disappearing in a flash, he finally couldn't hold back, and said in a deep voice, "Sword!"
The sword boy hastily threw out a simple ancient sword covered with ice-cracked muscle lines.
In the next scene, the young man stood in front of the well-known middle-aged demon head of Liuyi Mountain, and with one hand he took over the ancient sword instead of the owner, while the other hand grabbed the demon head's neck and lifted it up.
The demon shattered a flag, and the young man twisted and shattered the ancient sword in his hand.
Xu Fengnian stared at this ferocious red face, and asked coldly: "You also deserve to use a sword? Also with the word 'jianlai'?"