Yao Yao rolled up his sleeves and geared up, with a malicious smile on his lips: "Seriously?"
Xie Mengxia suddenly felt something was wrong and winced: "No, no, I'd better give Yun Gui a massage for me. You, you, you'd better take good care of your arms and legs." He lowered his voice and muttered: "Don't come here At that time, the night spy failed and I was arrested."
Yao Yao curled his lips, made a sound, fell down on the straw pile beside him, closed his eyes and rested.
Leng Linjiang shook his head helplessly and smiled. While rubbing Xie Mengxia's waist and eyes, he laughed softly and said, "You and A Yao are quite compatible."
Xie Mengxia raised his eyebrows: "That's right, I have always loved talents."
Hearing Xie Mengxia's words, Cheng Chaoyan slapped his hands and rolled his eyes secretly, fearing that this wealth may not be the other's talent.
Leng Linjiang rolled his eyes blatantly: "You must be in love with sex."
"..." Xie Mengxia said contemptuously: "Is she perverted?"
Yao Yao, who suffered a terrible disaster: "..."
The night is vast, the mountains are deep and quiet, and even the mountain breeze seems to be gentle. There is a weak dim light in the mountain valley, flickering on and off among the shadows of the trees, giving the deep and quiet mountains a sense of darkness. , adding a bit of unspeakable weirdness.
There is a dilapidated small courtyard surrounded by a fence in a mountain col that is not too big. There are three low thatched houses in the small courtyard. Only one window shines with two dim lights, and behind the other windows are It was pitch black.
A torch swayed a few times in the darkness, and then two short screams rang out, piercing the night. In an instant, the night wind blew by, and a thick smell of blood filled the air.
There were two oil lamps burning in the main room. The smell of oil smoke was so strong that it could kill someone, but the lights flickered on and off. It was so dim that you had to hold it close to the paper to see the words clearly.
This room is the largest of the three thatched houses, but it is still occupied by a clay kang. Most of the room is occupied, and the remaining space is only enough for two people to turn around.
The room was deserted. There was no kang burning at this time of the year. There was only a thin layer of straw mat spread on the earthen kang. The straw mat had turned yellow and black from use, and was worn down, and the gaps were filled with old materials. Years of dust and dirt, and the sides are in tatters.
There was a square elm kang table placed in the middle of the earthen kang. A crack as thin as a finger ran diagonally across the entire tabletop, and the pits on the tabletop were also filled with dust and oil stains.
The four table legs are a bit uneven, and half a stone is placed under one of the legs.
Wang Xian stood gracefully and reservedly next to the Tukang. Looking at Han Changmu who was sitting cross-legged on the Tukang, his expression became more and more awkward and serious, and he said in a deep voice: "My lord, everything has been resolved."
Han Changmu lowered his head and wrote something on the tattered old elm kang table. He asked without raising his head: "You all spit it out?"
Wang Xian placed a stack of confessions on the square kang table, bowed and said: "These three people are indeed water bandits from Qingyun Village. This place is the secret sentry of the village. This is the situation of the village they confessed to. There were sentries and traps along the way up the mountain, but they also said that they were just minions. After entering Qingyun Village, they had been working as secret sentries on the mountain. They did not stay in the village for too long, and the situation in the village was not the same for them. Not very familiar.”
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Han Changmu took the confession and read it carefully, his eyes darkened and his expression gradually became serious: "A few years ago, these people were just a group of robbers.
The ragtag group of people must have been inspired by someone to have such a meticulous layout today. He paused slightly, closed his confession, raised his eyes and looked at Wang Xian, thinking: "The water bandits recruited a fortune teller ten years ago, and then they started using girls to sacrifice to the river god." "
Wang Xian asked in confusion: "My lord, I am suspicious. This fortune teller pointed out the people in the village."
"It's not impossible." Han Changmu said lightly.
Wang Xian concentrated and said: "Then Sir, how should we deal with it?"
Han Changmu tapped his finger on the kang table, making a soft sound.
He thought for a moment and then told Wang Xian: "Take a team of internal guards and investigate carefully based on this confession. Remember, it is just an investigation. After the investigation, two internal guards will be left to guard secretly. There is no need to forcefully remove them."
Wang Xian looked solemn. He took the confession and read it carefully several times. He memorized the important points before he cautiously said yes.
Han Changmu glanced at Wang Xian and said calmly: "You can choose the manpower yourself later. Remember to focus on exploration and safety first. There is no need to force it."
Wang Xian breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
Since he entered the Department of Internal Security, he has always been the one who obeyed orders. He has never made any decisions on his own, let alone led his subordinates to do things together. Now that this matter is in his hands, he actually has something in his heart. A bit uneasy.
He has always been a cautious person, and he has no ambition to strive for fame and fortune. He thinks too much about everything and just wants to be safe. When he heard about this errand, he was afraid that the people under his command would not obey orders and would not do anything. Ruined jobs cost lives.
But when he heard Han Changmu say that he could choose people by himself without risking his life, his heart finally dropped.
He responded to his claim, turned around again before walking out, and asked anxiously: "Sir, how did you recognize that those three people were water bandits and not ordinary villagers."
Han Changmu tapped the table with his finger and spoke slowly: "The three of them can't even turn on the stove. The hoes in the yard are all new and there isn't even a speck of soil. If the villagers lived like this, they would have starved to death long ago. ”
Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked away.
Not long after, a group of dozens of people walked through the vast night, their swift figures looming in the shadows of rocks and trees, rushing towards the mountain without stopping for a moment.
At the same time, in the courtyard of the cottage, everyone was sleepy. The door of one of the rooms quietly opened a crack, and a slender figure flashed out from the crack in the door. The whole person's aura suddenly weakened. It seems to blend in with the night.
This cottage occupies the entire hilltop. From halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is covered with dense traps.
The top of the mountain seemed to have been chipped away by something, revealing a huge flat land created by uncanny craftsmanship. It was only slightly undulating, but most of it was suitable for building houses.
I don’t know how the founder of these water bandits found this land. It can be advanced, attacked, retreated, and defended. It is a dangerous place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is indeed a natural place to occupy the mountain and become the king.
The outermost side of the cottage is a dense cluster of ordinary houses, which look like a place where ordinary people live, but there are many hidden sentries of water bandits mixed in among them.
Late at night, the cottage lights up
Dots of dim lights looked like stars falling all over the sky, and the most spacious hall in the village was also brightly lit, with various food and drinks placed on several food tables.
Zhao Yingrong, the leader of Qingyun Village, sat at the top.
Zhao Yingrong has thick eyebrows and protruding eyes, a shiny black beard and hair, and no wrinkles on his face. He looks very young, but his eyes are not as clear and clear as a young man should be, but are instead muddy. How can he look like a man? An old man over fifty.
He raised his glass high, faced his subordinates, and smiled politely and gently. The posture of the leader of the village was also very low: "Master Gu, I was offended before. You have a lot of money. Don't argue with a rough guy like me." , I punished myself with three drinks to make amends to Master Gu."
Sitting at the bottom is a man who looks like a Taoist priest. His back looks like an immortal. His shiny black hair is neatly tied on the top of his hair. There is a purple gold and copper lotus crown on the top of his bun, embedded with a round and smooth finger as big as a thumb. The pearls are brightly lit, and the light shines on them, making them particularly dazzling.
The indigo robe worn by the Taoist priest was half washed and had white burrs, but it was neatly ironed without any wrinkles.
He laughed brightly: "Zhao Village Master is too polite. It's a poor Taoist who came uninvited to visit Brother Xue and disturbed the village. It's too abrupt."
After saying this, he looked thoughtfully at the half-open window opposite, with a clean smile and a cunning look in his eyes.
Zhao Yingrong looked at the middle-aged scholar sitting opposite the Taoist priest and said with a smile: "Thanks to Mr. Xue's help over the years, this village can be as prosperous as it is today."
Hearing this, Xue Shou moved uncomfortably and looked at the Taoist priest with a somewhat fearful look.
Just before the banquet, Zhao Yingrong revealed to him his intention to recruit this Taoist priest and hoped that he could help talk with him.
But Xue Shou was confused and didn't know what to say, or maybe Xue Shou didn't want this person to stay.
They both came from the same school and learned the same thing. Although they each had their own strengths, the Ran family had seventeen and a half of the eighteen martial arts, while he only had half.
For leaving such a monster to compete with him for his job, does he think his job is too secure and the food is too fragrant?
Therefore, he did not answer Zhao Yingrong's words. He just sighed as the Taoist priest looked at the jade tree facing the wind: "My nephew has not seen Master Gu for several years. When we meet him this time, Master Gu is still as charming as before."
The Taoist priest turned his head and touched his cheek, and smiled helplessly: "What kind of charm? I'm getting older, and my face has wrinkles."
Xue Shou's expression froze, and he subconsciously touched his cheek. He was a little older than this evil Taoist priest, could he still see his face?
He raised his eyes and looked at the two men sitting side by side across from him. He vaguely felt that one of them had a face as black as carbon and looked very familiar. He frowned and thought for a moment, but did not remember that he was tall and ugly. He asked doubtfully: "Uncle Master." , who are these two?"
The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows: "Oh, they are my new disciples. The black one is called Bao Cheng, and the white one is called Wang You. Let's see how they are, my nephew. Do they have extraordinary talents and amazing bones?"
Bao Cheng just put the cup to his lips. When he heard this, he coughed and smiled awkwardly.
Wang You next to him was much calmer, holding a glass of wine and swallowing it slowly.
