"Gogo!"
The escort car drove away at the sound of "Hewu", and Jianghu returned safely in half a year.
Following the shout from the chief escort, the escort carriage with the red and yellow flags was slowly moving forward along the mountain road, protected by the surrounding teams of swords and horses.
This is a escort carriage and horse team, with level 20 individuals either riding horses or driving cars guarding the seven or eight taxis in the middle.
Just listen to the loud sound of a few gongs.
That is the signal of the bandits here. It is used to alert passers-by and to show their strength. Because the gong's sound is loud and intimidating, and it also makes the other party unclear about his true identity.
Call——
The chief escort at the front of the escort team reined in the reins, and the cavalry team behind them also stopped. The head escort was a tall and straight man in his late forties. He already had a few strands of white hair on his temples and a black beard on his chin. He was carrying not a sword but a wooden box behind his back.
"Friends online, you eat from all directions, brother, I only eat one side. We eat from the same family, drink from the same family, wear the same clothes, let's get together! (Friends who are blocking the way, you have a lot of money, I only earn a hard-earned money. Let's We are a family, don’t hurt the harmony, let us pass.)”
The chief escort swung his head forward and loudly spoke the slang that is commonly used on the green forest road. His eyes were piercing, and he suddenly saw several masked people emerging from the hillside not far away. The other people seemed not to understand what he said, but they just kept beating the gong and shouted:
"Keep all the money! We only want wealth..."
The escort guard on the side urged his horse to come to the side of the chief escort. He lowered his voice and said to the chief escort:
"Master Huang, it seems that he is helping Qingpizi. (For laymen, it means Lengtouqing.)"
"Um."
The chief escort known as Mr. Huang nodded. He rode forward alone and took out a small purse from his arms, which was filled with some loose money. He raised the purse above his head, signaled the bandits, and then hung it on the branch of a dead tree beside the road.
"Friends, as brothers, I treat you all to a drink."
"No! His grandma sent us away with seven or eight big cars and only a small amount of money. Keep all the money, or I will kill you all..."
This group of bandits has no human feelings at all, and they don't understand the slang of spring festivals in the world. They just insist on asking for money. But the men who are escorts are not vegetarians. They are all hot-blooded men with knives and swords. How can they be scared away by a few petty thieves?
"Friend, if you don't want to eat meat, you have to eat the bones. If you have a chipped tooth, you have to swallow it yourself!"
Anyone who really hangs out on the rivers and lakes and green forest roads will understand that this sentence means they are about to fall out.
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over all your money quickly, otherwise hundreds of us brothers will rush down together and chop you into pieces."
This group of bandits is really a birthday boy who hangs himself - they are tired of living.
At this time, a slender figure rode up from behind. Although the figure was just dressed as an ordinary escort. But upon closer inspection, I discovered that this person was born as a girl.
Her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and her eyes are as bright as a mirror.
The horse rushed to the side of the chief escort, and she tightened the reins neatly. She stared at her almond-shaped eyes amidst the horse's braying, and pointed forward with the whip in her pretty hand:
"Third uncle, aren't we afraid of these little thieves? They are toasting instead of eating and being fined with wine. Why don't we let the brothers give them a look..."
If ordinary people had said that, they would have been scolded by the chief escort long ago. But for this unruly young lady in front of me, even the head escort could only smile helplessly and dotingly:
"Girl, the most important thing in the world is that friendship is the most important thing. You can't kill people casually. You must know that it is better to dissolve enemies than to marry them. Your father is usually..."
"Oh, okay, okay, Third Uncle, when did you become as old-fashioned as my father. Open your mouth and keep your mouth shut. To put it bluntly, in this world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say."
The woman saw that she was used to being pampered by her family and didn't care at all about her third uncle's preaching. Instead, she raised the riding crop in her hand hard and landed heavily on the horse's butt.
There was a crisp snap. The horse felt the pain, spread its hooves, and rushed forward. Along with the girl's silver bell-like laughter, a cloud of dust was raised.
"This little aunt is really spoiled by my elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law. With such a lawless temper, I don't know if I will be able to find my husband's family in the future..."
Mr. Huang could only helplessly shake his head. He raised his right hand and made a few gestures to the cavalry behind him, then took off the wooden box behind him and pushed open the lid:
"Wheel head, Liang Qingzi! (Pull in the escort car, copy the guy!)"
Following the chief escort's shout, several large carts were gathered together to form a large circle. All the cavalry and the men on the escort carts took out the weapons from their waists. Their swords reflected the sunlight and were dazzling.
I saw a large beetle flag with a red background and yellow edges waving in the wind erected on the escort car in the middle, with two large characters written on it with gold embroidery and flying phoenixes:
"Dragon Gate."
Longmen Escort Bureau is the largest escort bureau among the thirteen escort bureaus in Daqi, including seven in the south and six in the north. It was founded by the powerful Zhang Heiwu fifty years ago. At the beginning, it was a small escort agency with less than ten people. Because of Zhang Wuye's high martial arts skills and high prestige, he soon recruited many disciples and made the Longmen Escort Agency's signature In every land of Da Qi.
Without a cup of tea, seven or eight bandits were surrounded by dozens of bodyguards armed with weapons. Each of them had their weapons taken away and tied together with hemp ropes like skewers of candied haws.
This is quite good, as there are a dozen blind bandits who have become ghosts under the sword. The corpse fell to the side of the road in two pieces, and the bright red blood soaked the loess.
"Grandpa, we were wrong. We were just making ends meet..."
The bandits, who were dispatched as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, had long lost their previous momentum, and they were all crying for their fathers and mothers. If it weren't for the hemp ropes tied up, I would have knelt on the ground and kowtowed, which would have been like pounding garlic.
Where is the arrogance and arrogance of shouting that everyone was going to be minced into pieces?
"It's really funny. Didn't I just say that there are hundreds of you? How come there are just a few rotten fish and rotten eggs, which are not enough for brothers to stuff their teeth..."
The girl was sitting on the horse. She was holding a bloody sword in her right hand, and she picked up the brim of her hat with her left hand. She pouted unhappily:
"It's not fun, it's not fun."
There were more than twenty bandits, and more than half of the escort team didn't take any action. They just stood behind and watched with their weapons. After all, these bodyguards are all real martial arts practitioners. It is easy for one person to deal with several bandits.
Especially this unruly girl sitting on the horse. She doesn't just look good, the sword in her hand can also make you die beautifully.
"Okay, let them all go..."
Mr. Huang came over. He took the small purse that was hanging on the branch and threw it on the ground:
"Take the money and get out of here."
With the inner energy in his hand, he threw it to the ground. The scattered silver coins in the purse rolled out and scattered all over the floor.
Some of the bandits who had just been untied from the hemp ropes turned around and ran away, only hating their parents for missing two legs, while some were sensible enough to kowtow to the ground a few times before turning around and leaving.
Of course, there were still a few people who were still jealous when they saw the money. They ran to pick up the coins scattered on the ground into their arms, and then trotted away.
Then a crisp sound was heard.
The bandits who were so excited about the money fell to the ground. They had no idea what was going on. They even had the secret joy of getting rich on their faces before they died.
Each dead body that fell to the ground had a willow leaf flying knife stuck in the back of its heart.
"Hmph, is the money from my Longmen escort agency so easy to get?"
The woman shook off the blood on the sword and put it back in the scabbard next to the saddle. She smiled like a flower and asked Mr. Huang, who was rushing over:
"Third Uncle, how powerful is my nine-ring flying knife as good as yours?"
"You girl!"
Mr. Huang glared, his eyebrows twisted into a black knot, and he scolded in a rare and serious tone:
"I already said I would let them go, why do you still want to hurt people!"
"Third uncle..."
The woman lowered her eyebrows, pursed her lips and whispered coquettishly.
"You! I will definitely tell your father when I get back and let him punish you..."
Mr. Huang waved to the several escorts behind him. Those people had been traveling all year round, and many things and rules were understood without having to explain them. Several people came over, moved the corpses scattered on the road aside, and dug a hole to bury the corpses. At least the corpses should not be exposed to the wilderness and allowed to be eaten by wild dogs. After all, most people still prefer to be buried in their graves.
"Third Uncle, Third Uncle, I was wrong. Don't tell my father, otherwise he will definitely lock me in the house and never let me go out again."
Mr. Huang did not speak, but made a few gestures behind him with a dark face. The people in the cavalry team behind them performed their duties and quickly packed up the carriages of the entire escort team. Then with a shout from the head escort, the team set off on the journey again.
…
The wine bottle was swaying in the wind, and the waiter was dozing listlessly in front of the crowded inn. Then a shout was heard, and a group of escorts came out of the dusty distance.
The waiter quickly cheered up, greeted the shopkeeper behind the counter, and then quickly bowed his head to greet him:
"You heroes, do you want to be a top player or stay in a hotel? We have good guest rooms, as well as delicious dishes from the north and south, and the wine is excellent..."
"Little brother, is this the Dong family's old store?"
An escort came forward to ask. After receiving a positive answer, he turned back to look at Mr. Huang, the escort leader, who nodded slightly, and then asked the brothers to push the escort cart into a large independent courtyard behind the inn.
"Shopkeeper, why don't you see old Uncle Dong?"
It was the head escort who was the most vigilant. He came to this old Dong's shop every time he came for escorts, and he was very familiar with the owner, Uncle Dong. But when he walked in today, he saw a strange young shopkeeper behind the counter, and he felt a twinge in his heart. Something is wrong.
"Guest, you are talking about Uncle Dong. He was seriously ill last year and could not be saved. His two sons were eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and owed a lot of foreign debts, so they mortgaged this inn to me and took the money. I went out of town to hide from my debts.”
Having said this, the shopkeeper put down the pen in his hand. He was young and dressed like a scholar in Tsing Yi. Wen Zou Zou doesn't look like someone from the world of martial arts.
"But don't worry, sir, ours is definitely the best inn in these ten miles and eight towns."
"Okay, shopkeeper, please worry about it. There are many of us, so there are many things to do..."
Mr. Huang nodded, took out a few banknotes from his arms, and handed them to the scholar shopkeeper without counting them.
"Oh, look at what you said, this is the business we opened the store for, how can we be afraid of trouble?"
The shopkeeper took the money, glanced at the amount on it, his smile suddenly became a little warmer, and he quickly agreed.
Mr. Huang returned to the large courtyard behind the inn. He originally wanted to take off the wooden box from behind and put it on the table, but he hesitated and put the box back on his back.
He stood at the door and called several senior escorts from the escort team into the room. He lowered his voice and said:
"I originally thought it was a hot kiln (a familiar shop), but I didn't expect... Let the brothers be more careful, pay more attention before and after, and also arrange for people to keep watch at night."
…
At dusk, a young swordsman walked into the inn under the blazing sunset.
Nan Er booked a hotel room, then asked the waiter for a bottle of wine and a few dishes, and sat on a table in the middle of the lobby to drink to himself.
At this moment, he felt the red wine gourd hanging on his waist suddenly tremble a few times. The swordsman frowned and took off the wine gourd from his waist.
Then I heard a familiar voice at the door asking the second brother:
"Excuse me, is this a black shop?"
