The government attacked the stronghold overnight, and the court master invited hundreds of actors to gather in the basement. His hands shook to reach the sky. The basement was dark, and he lit a candle and danced slowly.
"You must stay here for a few days and nights before you come out to see the sun. Mr. Liu is dead and there is a danger of losing his head!" He lectured with a black face, winked at his entourage, and shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to leave! "The master of the courtyard ordered people to lock the door.
The actors huddled together, Chen Baolian and I were also inside. This era is not peaceful, there are many people in the forest, there are no experts in the court, there is the danger of changing dynasties, and the things that cause harm to the country due to actors have never been curbed. We are frightened, we can't hope for a peaceful day, and there is no peace in the hearts of the people. In the name of "a strict teacher makes a good disciple", the master of the hospital made fun of us because we were ignorant and did not understand the rules. He followed the booing and did not consider our feelings. After receiving the lesson, we hid under the old locust tree with tears in our eyes and confessed. , these things happen nine times out of ten. When we sang together, we were disliked again and humiliated like mayflies. After singing, we ran out and secretly said sad things to the old locust tree. Even the tears falling into the soil could water it and make it grow more prosperous. There is no reason for a master to make fun of his apprentice. I and a few other humble actors would rather live like this without a master.
The officers and soldiers marched towards Bazhang Ridge in large groups, with flames rising from the sky and loud shouts. The leading officer sent a galloping horse, and behind him, the robbers' den was washed with blood!
There are many traps on and off Bazhangling Mountain. You can only walk in there. The officers and soldiers didn't know the terrain, so they set out on the road of no return and vowed to die to capture Lord Shen Gui. "Ghost Sword" Zhang Feng ignored Mr. Shen Guigong. He was young, energetic, and heroic. No one had ever seen him say anything. He would leave whenever he saw someone. He would never look at anyone who came his way, and he would just ignore all sentient beings. The officers and soldiers rushed into Bazhangling Mountains in a hurry. If they were reckless, they would be defeated.
Ordering the mountain to be set on fire, Wang Xuan, the leader, paid no attention to the government. There was chaos outside. He lay down on a tiger-skin stool and closed his eyes to meditate. "Leave it to Zhang Feng and Shen Guigong. The two of them will I don’t need to worry about people who are desperate.”
When the officers and soldiers went up the mountain, they heard a big earthquake on the mountain, followed by "boom"! Big rocks rolled down the mountain, shocking the forest. The officers and soldiers shouted that it was not good and it was too late to retreat. All the roads up and down were blocked. Dozens of colorful and ferocious tigers sprang out from the mountain. They roared together and threw them down. Duke Shen Gui jumped out with an arrow, and the warriors released water to put out the fire. No one in the front survived, and those behind fled. Mr. Shen Guigong kept laughing wildly, like a living lunatic. He was the "number one poison king in the world" and was a powerful figure in the government. He was about twenty years old and he would never return to his evil ways.
"It's too boring!" Shen Guigong patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder.
"By the way, I went on a killing spree at the birthday party of those bastards, captured a little girl, and ran away! Women are trouble, and I don't care about them, even though I'm very handsome." Shen Gui Gong pulled Zhang Feng over hard. . Zhang Feng raised his hand and thundered, saying to get away.
"Bah, what kind of virtue makes me look bad?" Mr. Shen Gui cursed. He can really rival a gangster.
"Disappointing!" He pushed Zhang Feng.
"Miss Shangguan Feng was also killed by me. It's a pity for such a man." Shen Guigong looked disdainful.
The people in the capital fled at night, and there were many dangers in Bazhang Ridge. No one dared to live for hundreds of miles. Now that the world is in chaos and there are no experts, the civil and military ministers are heartbroken. The emperor ordered the whole country to recruit troops to defeat Bazhang Ridge. The battle is scheduled for tomorrow, and a heavy reward is offered. The head of Guigong, the highest official position. Someone has come up with an idea to bribe Zhang Feng, the "Ghost Sword". He is extremely eccentric and may succeed. That night, someone dressed as a beggar and went to Bazhangling.
