The carriage drifted away, leaving behind a few banknotes.
I heard the woman in the carriage giggle and say: "If people knew that the first and second bosses of Tiandao Mountain were robbed by two young boys, it would definitely become a joke after dinner."
The donkey-faced old man shook his head and smiled, and said, "I'm afraid not many people know about our Tiandao Mountain anymore."
As he spoke, he swung his horse whip and hit the carriage slightly. There was a loud bang, shaking off the thick dust attached to the carriage. A red wolf head totem badge gradually emerged as the dust shook off.
The woman in the car condensed her tone and said with murderous intent: "Then let the blood stain the red-headed wolf badge again, and let the words Tiandao Mountain ring through the sky again."
"Haha, the wolf cubs in the mountains have been howling for a long time, and they can't wait to go out to hunt in the mountains." The donkey-faced old man smiled, then raised his whip and whipped it on the horse's back. The horse neighed, raised its hooves and ran wildly, and the carriage suddenly rolled. Turn quickly.
The carriage sped along the crowded road, but it did not hit the pedestrians on the road, because there was a gentle yet strong force opening the way in front, pushing everything in front of it to both sides, making way for the carriage to pass.
Zhou Jianlai didn't see the red wolf head totem badge, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to hijack this carriage if he had a hundred courages.
Sixty-eight years ago, when the world was in chaos, a group of bandits galloped across the land of Dayu. Wherever they plundered, the gentry, local tyrants, wealthy families and powerful families all cried for father and mother, and the poor and lowly people all cheered and jumped to greet them.
This group of bandits, who are as ferocious as evil wolves, specializes in taking care of the injustices in the world, and specializes in robbing the rich and giving to the poor. They hold up the bloody wolf-headed banner and shout, "The sky is dead, but the law of heaven will not perish." They want to replace them. Heaven walks the road.
Therefore, the poor people call them chivalrous bandits, and they call themselves wolf bandits.
But then the world became peaceful, and the displaced people finally settled down again and gradually lived a stable life. This group of wolf bandits returned to their home base of Tiandao Mountain, gradually fading out of people's sight, and gradually being forgotten by people as time went by.
As for the legendary stories about wolf bandits, not many of them have been handed down because they were tried hard to suppress them by the gentry, local tyrants and wealthy families who regarded wolf bandits as a thorn in their side.
Some people say that the reason why the wolf bandits retired is because the current Emperor Su Huang fought with the leader of the wolf bandits Wu Zhiqiu for ten days and ten nights. In the end, he beheaded the wolf with a sword, leaving the wolves leaderless and facing Emperor Su Huang. The strong suppression forced the wolves to retreat.
Some people also say that Butcher Zhang led a hundred thousand cavalry encirclement and suppression. The wolf bandits suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat to Tiandao Mountain to recuperate.
However, the poor and humble people who have been favored by the wolf bandits are more willing to believe another theory. That means the world is at peace, and the wolf bandits are not greedy for vanity, fame, and fortune, but will retire after success. When the world becomes unstable, the wolf bandits will bathe in blood and return to the world again.
No matter which statement is true, one thing is certain, the wolf is still there and is about to go out to hunt.
The carriage drove away and disappeared from sight. Zhou Jianlai and Zhang Xiaozu had no idea.
The former stands with a sword in his hand, the long sword buzzes, and the sword points to the sky. The latter still maintained a half-kneeling posture, but his face gradually showed an ecstatic expression.
Zhang Xiaozu clearly captured the strange air current, which was hidden in the air, shrouded overwhelmingly, and tightly confined his body. And this overwhelming air flow was emanating from the donkey-faced old man.
"Is this the form of momentum or aura?" Zhang Xiaozhu was surprised.
He tried to touch this strange air flow in his mind. What surprised and shocked him was that as soon as he had the idea, wisps of 'white' air flow floated out of his body to compete with the 'purple' strange air flow.
They are said to be 'white' and 'purple', but in fact they have no real colors, they are just the colors in Zhang Xiaozu's memory.
This is the power of entering the subtle realm.
Masters with strong cultivation, even peerless masters like the donkey-faced old man, if they have not realized the realm of subtlety, although they can detect the aura and aura of others and even capture it accurately, they cannot be like Zhang Xiaopou. In general, the existence of momentum or aura can be captured extremely vividly, and even their color can be seen.
Zhang Xiaozu's consciousness was introverted, and he was surprised to find that his white airflow was flowing out of the foggy space, which was the white mist that shrouded the sea.
He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and wanted to command all the fog to rush out to fight against the purple airflow, but found that there was only a small area with a room-sized fog under his command, while the large and thicker fog did not bother him at all, and was even hostile to him. his feelings.
After careful observation, he was surprised to find that the fog in the small area under his command was not connected to the large fog, but was driven away by the large fog, and was huddled pitifully in the corner.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaozu felt a lightness on his body and found that the purple airflow exerted on him retreated. Then his expression changed drastically, because the purple airflow condensed in the air and formed a giant-like donkey-faced old man, staring down at him.
The donkey face was so huge that Zhang Xiaopou was so frightened that goosebumps appeared all over his body.
Zhang Xiaozu looked up at the giant donkey-faced old man and felt his soul tremble. He had an idea in his heart that he could not resist, and had the urge to kneel down and surrender.
Thinking of being suppressed by Su Mou that day, if the black giant ape hadn't descended from the sky and broken Su Mou's aura, he might have had his faith destroyed by Su Mou. Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but feel angry, and immediately mobilized the forces he could command. White mist surged out of the body.
The white mist condensed into him in the air, looking tiny compared to the giant donkey-faced old man. But he was completely fearless, soared into the sky, waved his fist, and hit the giant donkey face of the donkey-faced old man.
The giant donkey-faced old man smiled slightly, waved his fist in the same direction, and punched from top to bottom.
boom!
The two fists collided and he was blown away.
Zhang Xiaozu groaned in pain, feeling as if he had been stung by a giant wasp between his eyebrows, and the pain went straight into his brain.
The giant donkey-faced old man did not take advantage of the victory, but instead retracted his fist and looked at him with a smile.
"Do it!" Zhang Xiaozu refused to accept and commanded the dissipating white mist again. The white mist condensed into him again, but Zhang Xiaopou found that he was much smaller, as if he had been punched by the giant donkey-faced old man and shrunk.
Being a little smaller, he soared into the sky again and once again waved his fist at the giant donkey-faced old man, only to be blown away again.
"ah--"
This time, Zhang Xiaopou couldn't help but cry out in pain. His brain was in severe pain, and it was hopping, as if it was about to split.
"Come again!" Zhang Xiaozu was furious, the white mist condensed again, and just like last time, his size shrank again.
boom.
Once again, he was blown away by the donkey-faced old man.
"Come again!"
Zhang Xiaopou seemed to be at odds with the donkey-faced old man. They fought and lost again and again. After dozens of fights, the white mist that was originally as big as a room was only the size of a fist. But he was surprised to find that the fist-sized bit of white mist became crystal clear and agile, as if it were the essence that had been refined over time.
"Could it be -" Zhang Xiaozhu's expression trembled, and he looked up at the donkey-faced old man in surprise. Only then did he realize that the donkey-faced old man had only caused a sense of oppression to him from beginning to end, and had not caused him any real harm. The crystal clear white mist made him have an idea: Could it be that the donkey-faced old man was instructing him to practice?
Under Zhang Xiaozu's gaze, the giant donkey-faced old man suddenly collapsed, turning into wisps of air and dissipating in the air with the wind.
"Thank you, senior, for your advice!" Zhang Xiaozhu silently thanked him in his heart, knowing that his guess was correct. Otherwise, with the donkey-faced old man's terrifying cultivation level, killing him would have been easier than crushing an ant.
The fist-sized white mist returned to the foggy space, and under Zhang Xiaozu's surprised gaze, he plunged into the uncontrollable large area of rich white mist. Zhang Xiaozu clearly felt that it was eating the uncontrollable white mist bite by bite. Although the uncontrolled white mist still repels it, it cannot drive it away like before.
Zhang Xiaozu looked at the vast white mist, feeling vaguely enlightened in his heart.
A person's momentum is endless, and if you want to exert a strong momentum, you need to cultivate a little bit and exercise step by step.
"If I could control all the white mist, how powerful would I become?" Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but yearn for it, and his blood surged.
The concentrated white mist kept swallowing the uncontrollable white mist, and finally expanded to the size of a room and a half, half larger than before. Then it was driven away by the uncontrollable white mist, and shrank pitifully into the corner again. inside.
Zhang Xiaozu knew that it needed to be tempered continuously and could not happen overnight, so he left the mist space with his mind and slowly opened his eyes to wake up. Then a look of surprise appeared on his face, because it was already dusk as the sun set in the west. Several hours had passed, but he felt that he only had time for one meal.
"Brother Xiaopou, it's great that you finally woke up." Seeing Zhang Xiaopou open his eyes and wake up, Lu Kaixue couldn't help shouting happily.
Zhang Xiaozu glanced around, but did not see the carriage or the donkey-faced old man. Knowing that the master had gone away, he felt empty in his heart and bowed deeply in the direction of the carriage. Then he saw Zhou Jianlai standing with a sword in his hand, his long sword buzzing, as if he was comprehending something. He guessed that he was probably the same as himself and had been prompted by the donkey-faced old man, so he did not come forward to disturb him. Looking at Lu Kaixue, he asked with concern: "Sir, how is my brother doing?"
"All body functions have recovered well, but they haven't woken up yet. I'm afraid it will take a Strengthening Origin Pill to wake them up." Lu Kaixue responded.
Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
"Zhang Engong, the little old man has taken the liberty to stay here. He just wants to take more care of Niu Engong to repay Niu Engong for saving his life. I hope Zhang Engong will allow it." The little old man and his granddaughter hurried after him, and happened to see Zhang Xiaozu and Lu When school started, he stopped on the roadside and stayed. At this time, when he saw Zhang Xiaozu woke up, he hurriedly came forward to plead.
The little old man buried his head in his chest and did not dare to look at Zhang Xiaopou because he felt a little guilty. Lu Kaixue asked him to do this. Lu Kaixue told him that Zhang Xiaopou was very capable. If he wanted to take his granddaughter into the city, he would find a way to stick to Zhang Xiaopou. Zhang Xiaopeng is kind-hearted and will not leave their grandfather and grandson alone.
The sensible little girl also buried her head and rubbed her clothes nervously with her two little hands.
"I thanked the old man on behalf of my brother. The old man can just call me Xiao Pawn. He calls me his benefactor every time and it makes me feel uncomfortable." Zhang Xiao Pou said without thinking much.
"Zhang Engong, oh, little pawn - let's call you Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang has already said that it is the young man's duty to take care of the cattle benefactor. How dare you say half a word of thanks." The little old man said hurriedly, and at the same time, because of Zhang Xiaopeng's heart, I was very happy that they were not driven away. I silently recited the blessings of Bodhisattva and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless such good people as Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa.
"I haven't asked the old man how to address him yet?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
"My surname is Wu, and my name is famous." The little old man responded and introduced his granddaughter: "This is the little old man's granddaughter, Xi'er."
Click——
A series of dense cracking sounds interrupted the conversation of several people.
Zhang Xiaozu followed the sound and saw that the long sword in Zhou Jianlai's hand was cracked, and fine cracks appeared on the sword.
When the wind blew, the long sword turned into powder and scattered with the wind.
Zhou Jianlai then opened his eyes and woke up, and the two sharp rays of light disappeared in his eyes.
Like Zhang Xiaozu, he also searched around. After failing to find the donkey-faced old man and the carriage, he bowed deeply in the direction of the carriage. Then he looked at Zhang Xiaozu and walked over slowly.
His steps were steady, and each step seemed to be the same distance apart.
Zhang Xiaozu felt an invisible sense of oppression emanating from Zhou Jianlai's body. He felt like an unsheathed sword, with an intimidating force.
"I have learned a lot." Zhou Jianlai stopped in front of Zhang Xiaozu and said in a deep tone.
Zhang Xiaozu nodded and said, "I also have a lot of insights."
"Starting from today -" Zhou Jianlai's eyes brightened, he clenched his fists and said in a sonorous tone: "Our group of bandits and robbers has been officially established, and its name is - Half of the Bandits. I am the first boss, and you are the second boss, awesome. My brother is the third in charge of the family. Well, you three are old, weak, sick and disabled, so go to the logistics department."
"——" Zhang Xiaozu's breath was stuck in his throat. He stared at Zhou Jian for a while before he realized what he was saying. He asked dumbly, "This - is this your feeling?"
Zhou Jianlai nodded, frowned and asked, "Do you think the name is not loud enough? I feel a little bit too, but I think it's very meaningful and I'm reluctant to change it. Please help me give advice."
