Hearing that the head of the house had not thought about the way out, Guo Shan spread his hands and said, "What should we do?"
Chen Wu shrugged: "What are you afraid of?"
"Of course I'm scared! Master, the lives of our brothers are all in your hands!"
Chenwu yawned: "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
After saying that, he ignored Guo Shan and went straight into the mountain gate.
On the way back to his bedroom, Mu Yun asked, "What are you going to do if Daqingzhai really calls?"
Chen Wu shrugged: "I don't know... No, isn't it your job to make suggestions?"
"Hey, I knew it...forget it, let's go out tonight."
"Go to Daqing Village and kill that Fang Beidang?"
"It's best if you can kill them. If you can't kill them, let's explore their strength."
"It's over, I can't sleep tonight...wait a minute, I feel something is wrong with you recently."
"What's wrong?"
"Usually if I am impulsive, you will stop me, but lately you don't seem to be trying to persuade me much."
Mu Yun was silent for a while: "Just now at the foot of the mountain, when you were angry, I felt as if I were overlapping with you... At that moment, we were one person."
Chenwu said nonchalantly: "Fine as you like, let's go have a meal first, and then go to Daqing Village after dinner."
"good."
…
Looking at the eleven brothers kneeling on the ground in front of them, and one who could only lie down because of a broken leg, all twelve of them were crippled.
Fang Beidang was very angry.
After all, he is a hero who has seen strong winds and waves, and he will not be so angry that he smashes things, but his face twisted with anger can tell everything. The cronies around him are all silent and dare not breathe.
"Han Lu," Fang Beidang whispered, "you are very courageous."
The buck-toothed man cried bitterly: "Master! The younger ones have embarrassed you!"
"Go back and recuperate. I don't blame you." Although Fang Beidang also felt that his subordinates were a bit too useless. It was outrageous that twelve people were taken care of by one person, but it also explained that Han Lu He was not a common man, and he still had the necessary grace. He forgave these subordinates.
Recalling that Yaozi Village was destroyed some time ago, the bandits of Yaozi Village who came to seek refuge with him also said that the person who raided their Yaozi Village was one person. At first, he thought that these wastes in Yaozi Village were frightened and went crazy. But now that he thought about it, this Han Lu was still a bit troublesome.
Of course, this was not a big deal for Fang Beidang, who was ranked 21st in Tianzi.
After the men retreated, Fang Beidang slapped the armrest of the chair with such force that it shattered the armrest.
Seeing their boss getting angry, the younger brothers were even more afraid to say anything.
"Han Lu, good boy," he still suppressed his anger, "Gather all the troops and attack Baiyun Village early tomorrow morning! Before the sun sets tomorrow! I don't want to see a living creature in Baiyun Village!"
"Yes!" the men replied in unison.
After all the subordinates had retreated, the military advisor whispered, "Master, if you do this... I'm afraid you're offending that woman named Mulan."
"Even without this Mulan, I would have wanted to see the depths of Baiyun Village. No need to persuade me, you go and prepare good wine and food so that the brothers can eat and drink well. Tomorrow... there will be a big one."
"Yes, the boss."
From Fang Beidang's point of view, the reason why Han Lu of Baiyun Village dared to attack his men was simply because one of his people was taken care of in his own territory, and he couldn't live with it for the sake of face. Deep down in his heart, he didn't take Baiyun Village seriously at all. They were just a bunch of bumpkin from the northwest, just trying to make ends meet. At first he didn't want to cause trouble. He was older and not as aggressive as he was when he was young. If young people want to develop and grow, he is willing to give them the opportunity. But this Han Lu was a bit shameless, and it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart without killing him.
Daqingzhai is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is heavily fortified, but the heavily fortified village refers to twenty years ago.
No one dared to attack Daqing Village, and Fang Beidang had been very restrained in his work these years, so the relationship with Baidao was quite harmonious. Today, there are only a few brothers keeping vigil at night in Daqing Village, and the defense is really a bit sparse. This is different from Baiyun Village. People in these northwest areas are unfamiliar with the place, so they are very careful in doing things.
Even Chenwu couldn't help but be speechless at the defensive situation of Daqingzhai. This was too lenient. He spent some time sneaking into Baiyun Village some time ago, but he almost walked into Daqing Village with great swagger.
After entering the village, he discovered something that shocked him even more: these bandits were all drunk and confused. He even met someone who came out to relieve himself. The man staggered past him without even asking who he was.
Chen Wu whispered: "Mu Yun... I think it won't be difficult to unify the underworld in Xiangyang."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get down to business."
The scale of Daqing Village is much larger than that of Baiyun Village. It took him all his efforts to find the residence of Fang Beidang, the leader of the village.
At this time, Fang Bei was awake, he was cleaning the knife.
In fact, the reason for attacking Baiyun Village was not to vent his anger and regain his position, but more because his hands were itchy. In the past twenty years, although I have not lost this skill, I have not fought against any master. He is a strong man, a strong man on the Tianzi List, and he is unwilling to be lonely in his heart.
Although this Han Lu is young, judging from the descriptions of his subordinates, he is at least an expert.
Thinking of being able to kill happily tomorrow, Fang Beidang couldn't help but smile.
But the smile stopped suddenly because he heard the sound of a human body falling to the ground from the door of the house.
He stopped cleaning the knife and stood up staring at the door.
The door opened, and a young man dragged two bodies into the house. The two dead men were his men guarding the door.
The young man threw the body on the ground, closed the door calmly, then turned around and stared into his eyes for a long time. The young man smiled and said, "Are you Fang Beidang?"
Fang Beidang slowly approached the young man: "Are you Han Lu?"
"Yes, it's me. I heard that you sent someone to find trouble for me."
"That's right."
"Old boy, you are very brave."
"I haven't seen a young man as crazy as you in many years."
"Then can you please commit suicide? I have killed a lot of people during this period. If I kill too many people, someone will be unhappy. If she is unhappy, you will all deserve to die."
Fang Beidang smiled happily: "I kind of like you."
Han Lu sighed: "Why can't people like you be more direct? Isn't it interesting to pretend to be a talent lover?"
Fang Beidang gently stroked the blade: "This knife has been with me for more than thirty years, and it has tasted the blood of many heroes... Ever since I became a master, no one has come to me anymore. It’s very boring.”
Han Lu frowned and asked, "What's your rank in heaven?"
"twenty one."
"It's okay, not too high."
The two of them stared at each other with smiles, one with a bloodthirsty smile, and the other with a contemptuous and disgusting smile.
A gust of wind blew outside the house, and it passed through the crack of the door and blew out the only oil lamp in the house. As the lights went out, the fight between the two began.
There was a dense sound of swords clashing in the house, and two figures, an old man and a young man, quickly shuttled and intertwined in the house. In such a fierce battle, not a single chair or table was touched. The two bodies were like ghosts, always able to avoid all obstacles accurately.
Thirty moves later, blood began to spatter on the windows and walls. Neither of them spoke, not even Luck's breathing could be heard, as if they were fighting while holding their breath.
One hundred and seventy moves later, a severed arm smashed through the window and flew outside.
After two hundred moves, the fighting stopped.
Fang Beidang's eyes cast a terrifying light in the darkness. The young man in front of him did not look at him, but carefully looked at the sword body.
"Boy, your swordsmanship is good."
"You're okay... you're quite sensible and didn't hurt my sword.
"
"Who did you learn this swordsmanship from?"
"I forgot, I seem to have realized it myself."
"Not bad."
Fang Beidang let go of his hand and the steel knife fell to the ground. He sat down on the chair behind him and slowly lowered his head, but his eyes were still open, but the light in them was slowly extinguishing.
Han Lu walked up to him and said softly: "I can borrow his head."
After saying that, he chopped off his head with a sword, and then walked out of the house with his head.
…
Early on the next morning, the military advisor of Daqingzhai ordered people to ring the bell to wake up the bandits who were still hungover. After the ointment was finished, everyone was basically there. More than 200 people stood in line, which was quite a spectacle.
But the strange thing was that the master was not seen coming out. The master was always very punctual, so the military advisor sent someone to the house to call the master to come out.
After a while, the brother who was sent out stumbled back, screaming strangely.
The military advisor secretly thought something was wrong and quickly asked: "What are you calling?! Where is the leader!"
"The boss... the boss is dead! His head is missing! One of his arms is broken!"
The strategist felt his pupils tremble violently. Before he could recover from the shock, the brother who was looking at the door also ran over and said in despair: "Military strategist! There is a head at the door!"
The military advisor hurriedly led people to run to the entrance of the cottage. They saw a spear standing at the entrance of the cottage, with a head stuck on the top of the spear.
Astonishingly, it was Fang Beidang, the head of Daqingzhai.
A white cloth hung under his head, with a line of words written in blood on the white cloth.
"Baiyun Village, Cold Dew."
The bandits in Daqingzhai understood two things at this moment. First, the big boss was killed without anyone noticing last night. Second, the head of Baiyun Village is not named Han.
…
Guo Shan was very anxious because in the morning he found that the head of the house was gone. He only thought that the master had offended Da Qingzhai and regretted it, so he fled overnight. This big stall was handed over to him again. If he had known that he would have fought with him from the beginning, they would still be dead when Da Qingzhai called.
While he was scratching his head anxiously, he saw a man and a horse walking slowly not far away. When he got closer, he realized that the person coming was none other than the master.
Guo Shan felt happy and hurried to greet him.
"Master! Where have you been... What's wrong with you?"
The leader was covered in blood and had two cuts on his clothes. His face was pale and he seemed to be seriously injured.
Mu Yun jumped off the horse. This jump only made him feel his internal organs squirming. He couldn't help coughing, and there was a taste of rust in his throat. He turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood into the open space next to him, then wiped his mouth.
"Don't worry, Fang Bei is dead. Have someone come to my room to bandage my wound."
"Yes!" Guo Shan quickly took the reins.
That swordsmanship was so powerful. If Fang Beidang hadn't been restrained by darkness and age, there was no guarantee who would win in this competition. Although Chenwu had the upper hand at the time, Chenwu exhausted his energy in order to crack his sword technique. Chenwu has been sleeping since the war and has not said a word until now.
On this day, both Baiyun Mountain and Daqing Mountain were peaceful and nothing happened.
