"There are only two kinds of people in the mountains of Guandong. One is the ruthless person who dares to scrape gold on the Buddha's face and make money from the oil pan. The other is the one who only knows that there are ginseng and golden sands in the mountains, but doesn't understand the slightest rules and ends up dying in vain. Bang Chui, a passing customer, can make a fortune if he meets a stick, but will lose his life if he meets a ruthless person!"
"As the saying goes, the black swordsman, the jade-faced fox, and the Thirteen Taibos rule Guandong. In recent years, the Thirteen Taibos on the green forest road in Guandong have gained a good reputation. But the most ruthless person must be the old man who swept through Guandong with a black sword. Knife handle!"
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, in the Guandong Mountains, amidst the white snow, a store with a front store and a backyard stands majestically.
The fire was strong, the wine was steaming, and the room was full of bared drinkers talking about the legends of the Guandong mountains.
The old shopkeeper, wearing a sheepskin coat, was sitting by the stove full of wine bottles, squinting at the scarlet wood sign on the counter with the handle of an old knife and a jade-faced fox engraved on it, and he was clicking his pipe leisurely, as if he was reminiscing. It depicts the Kanto Mountains thirty years ago.
boom!
The door of the business inn was suddenly kicked open by someone, and the bone-chilling wind blew in with snow and frost, making the whole room of drinkers tremble.
Some of the weaker ones silently leaked a few drops of urine in their crotches.
"Damn it, where did the mallet come from? You're looking for death!"
The drinkers stood up angrily, each holding their daggers, and looked towards the door together.
The visitor was about twenty years old, wearing a dog-skin hat, a black mink fur, and a hand-width copper buckle belt around his waist, which accentuated his perfect figure.
With broad shoulders and a broad back, long legs and thin waist, he looks like an adult stag in the mountains of Guandong, showing the wild nature unique to this place.
The glaring gazes of the drinkers gradually turned into appreciative glances, and the sound of counting beads could not help but resound in everyone's heart.
This guy's outfit is really eye-catching, and everyone is top-notch!
If you take it to the foot of the mountain, you can build a large courtyard in the town, and house two older sisters, so that the cat can spend the winter comfortably!
As the saying goes, wine makes people's faces red, and wealth and silk are attractive to people's hearts. Besides, among the merchants who come and go in Guandong Mountain all year round, who would care about a mere human life?
Here, the king's laws and decrees are in vain, and the rivers and lakes are all for profit.
A person with great wealth is no different from a thousand-year-old ginseng. They are both ownerless things, and everyone can take it according to their own ability!
Bang bang bang!
The young man didn't care about the increasingly scorching eyes of the drinkers. He took a selfie and rubbed the snow on his body. He took advantage of the heat in the room to get rid of the chill. He inadvertently lifted up his mink fur and revealed the black short knife at his waist.
The blade is one and a half feet long, and the handle is seven inches long. It is wrapped in black cloth, with only a cat's eye stone embedded at the bottom of the handle showing. There is a golden streak across the moist green, like a living eye, looking calmly at the room full of drinkers.
Everyone who was about to get up froze in place, and the strong greed in their hearts was instantly suppressed by fear.
Because of that sword, it once suppressed all the green forest heroes and made everyone in Guandong Mountain feel in danger!
Now he has reappeared after disappearing for thirty years, and his terrifying power is still as terrifying as before!
The young man closed the door and followed the aroma of wine to the stove. Although he didn't say a word, the murderous aura emanating from the black knife on his waist was already like a strong dragon, and his momentum completely overwhelmed the room full of drinkers. .
The old shopkeeper sitting on the wicker chair beside him opened his eyes like an old pine rooted on the top of the snow-capped mountains. He looked at the short knife on the young man's waist and spoke in a pure Kanto accent.
"The blue eyes, golden eyes, and black handle are unmistakable. It's the same knife from thirty years ago. Where is the old handle?"
"died!"
The young man turned to look at the old shopkeeper and added calmly: "I killed him!"
All the drinkers in the room were speechless.
I thought the person coming was a big club from the sky, but I didn't expect it to be a ruthless person like no other!
I just didn't expect that the once famous Lao Dao Baozi would die in the hands of an unknown boy.
"It would be pointless for a person like Lao Daobaozi to die at the end of his life. Only if he dies at the hands of future generations will he be worthy of his trip to the Guandong Mountains!"
The old shopkeeper sat up with emotion and a bit of nostalgia, looked at the young man carefully, and said in a deep voice: "Young man, give me a break!"
The young man cupped his fists and raised his hands high over his left shoulder, and replied: "The northwest wind is spreading, the sky is cold and the clouds are falling, let's pay homage to the old mountain god!"
"Leng Yun?"
The old shopkeeper's pale, stubbled face suddenly revealed a scary smile, and he asked, "Do you know Leng Wenshan?"
Leng Yun nodded and said: "My master!"
"I see!"
The old shopkeeper looked a little relieved and continued to ask: "Then when you came to my post today, did you want to move mountains, or did you want to eat grass and compete with flowers?"
Leng Yun lightly dusted his sleeves, pointed to the sign on the cabinet and said: "I came to worship the mountain god today because I want to register to patrol the mountain and earn a living by my own ability!"
The old shopkeeper's cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter, and he said: "The white card searches the mountains for treasures, the black card searches for traces, and the red card kills people and demands their lives. You want to take off the card and patrol the mountains, but know that once you take this step, there will be no turning back. ?”
Leng Yun casually took off the red wooden sign with the handle of the old sword engraved on it, threw it into the stove, and said solemnly: "There is a road in the Guandong Mountains. There is no turning back when you shoot your bow. Please ask the old mountain god to show you a road to wealth!"
The old shopkeeper nodded, stood up, took off a brand new white wooden sign from the counter, and said, "Then you are new here, so you should patrol the snow-capped mountains first!"
"Just listen to the old mountain god!"
Leng Yun glanced at the words on the wooden sign and calmly reached out to pick it up.
However, the old shopkeeper suddenly raised his hand and reminded: "Let's make a deal first. This time, the owner of Xueshan Mountain has to follow me personally. He lives in the backyard. If you dare to pick him up, I will ask him to come out right now!"
"catch!"
Leng Yun took the wooden sign without hesitation.
The old shopkeeper waved to the young man at the back door, then picked up a pot of hot wine from the stove and handed it to Leng Yun, saying, "I will have someone prepare the dry food for the horses entering the mountains. Drink it first." Let’s drink to strengthen our courage!”
Leng Yun nodded, took the tray and sat at the small table in front of the counter, pouring himself a drink while looking at the pale wooden sign.
A table of drinkers dressed as caravans sat by the window, silently watching the exchange between Leng Yun and the old shopkeeper, their eyes becoming more and more lively.
"Brother, that kid looks very prickly, but what a pity he's wearing such a treasure!"
"Although we who are walking around know the Spring Code, this is the first time we have heard of this patrol. What kind of deal is it?"
Several people turned their attention to the tall, bearded man with a ferocious scar on his forehead, and asked in a low voice.
"When people in the mountains want to ask bandits to do something for them, they will bring money to the merchant stores of various gangsters. Any business that the bandits are unable to make will be engraved on the sign for the passing masters to choose from. The name on each sign All transactions can only be completed by traveling through most of the Guandong Mountains, so those who eat this bowl of rice are also called mountain patrollers!"
The strong man stared closely at the white wooden sign on Leng Yun's table and introduced him familiarly: "The one engraved on the white sign is for the treasures in this mountain, also called Xunxue Mountain. The black sign is for information trading, or from other groups." Redeeming people in the hands of a son is also called patrolling Wushan, and the red cards are all about killing people, which is also called patrolling Shanshan!"
When several people heard this, they immediately started whispering.
"Then if he killed Lao Daobaozi, how much reward would he get?"
"My dear, I guess I can buy the entire Guandong Mountain!"
"You know nothing!"
The strong man scolded a few people around him, shook his head and said: "The rule for looking for a volcano is to show up with your head raised. Otherwise, how can you prove that the old knife is dead with just a knife? Seeing that he didn't mention this, you know he understands Among them, the rules are correct, and compared to the head of the old knife handle, the white card is the real wealth!"
Leng Yun, who was drinking, moved his ears slightly, turned his head without any trace, and looked across the room full of drinkers directly at the bearded man, but only for a moment he quietly looked away.
boom!
The back door of the store was suddenly kicked open, and cold wind poured in again.
This time, the drinkers learned a lesson and did not dare to stand up and drink angrily again.
If another ruthless person comes, he may not be as good-tempered as Leng Yun.
"Shopkeeper, prepare ten jars of strong wine and wrap as much roast goose sauce as you want. I want to take this into the mountains with you!"
A young man in fox fur came in, smelling of alcohol. He threw a huge silver ingot onto the counter with a wave of his hand. He walked carelessly to sit across from Leng Yun and picked up the wooden sign on the table. Smiling, he looked at the swordsman in front of him.
"You were the one who killed Lao Daobaozi?" the young man asked.
Leng Yun nodded and said in a deep voice: "You want too many things. I am only responsible for taking you into the mountains, and I will not help you carry wine and meat!"
The young man raised his hand to interrupt Leng Yun's words, and said proudly: "You don't have to worry about this! This young master rides a snow horse, and he can climb mountains and walk in the snow as if he were walking on flat ground, and he has only dozens of kilograms of wine and meat to spare!"
"Ah? Stepping on the snow horse!"
"That is a divine horse that is hard to buy for a lot of money, and there is only one heard of in the entire Guandong, and it is kept at Tianyi Trading Company!"
The room suddenly exploded, and the discussion was like a boiling pot.
The young man enjoyed the crowd's reaction very much and said loudly: "Yes, I am Liang Ziyi, the young owner of Tianyi Company, and Liang Zhongweng, the richest man in Guandong, is my father!"
When the drinkers heard this, their blood suddenly surged, and their eyes stared at Liang Ziyi like fire.
The young owner of Tianyi Trading Company is extremely wealthy at the foot of the mountain, and no one dares to offend him.
But when you enter Guandong Mountain, there is a pile of white banknotes, and that is a ginseng doll that has become sperm!
Not only did he reveal his wealth, but he also revealed his family background. This is the real big deal!
Even if the house is full of innocent guests, they can't help but have some evil thoughts.
Besides, people who go in and out of Guandong Mountain all year round and dare to live in bandit shops are not clean to begin with!
Leng Yun looked at Liang Ziyi quietly, his eyes that had always been calm could not help but feel a little helpless, and reminded: "If you want to do this business, you must listen to me on everything on the way, and don't make extraneous matters!"
"It's too early to say this now!"
Liang Ziyi waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Although you claim to have killed Lao Dao Baozi, he is still just a bad old man until now. It doesn't show how capable you are. If you want to take up my brand, you should show some of it first." Come on with your real skills!”
Leng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Then what do you want?"
Liang Ziyi raised the wooden sign in his hand, showed it to all the drinkers, and said loudly: "The coming year will be the sixtieth birthday of our old man. I heard that there is a kind of ghost ginseng in the world, which has the magical effect of rejuvenating people, so I want to find one to make it." Birthday gift, whoever among you can recognize ghost ginseng can take over my brand!"
The room suddenly fell into silence. Everyone looked at each other nervously, but no one stood up.
"I know!"
The strong man with beard sitting by the window suddenly stood up, his eyes stayed on Leng Yun for a moment, and then he turned to Liang Ziyi and said diligently: "I once heard someone say that there is a precious medicinal material in Nanyang, and it takes thirty years to grow into one plant. It has the magical effect of revitalizing people, so it’s called ghost ginseng!”
Liang Ziyi put his feet on the table, leaned against the wooden chair, and nodded: "That's right. It seems that you are qualified to take over the brand. So, do you know where to find ghost ginseng in the Guandong Mountains?"
"this……"
The strong man with beard thought for a moment and said: "If Master Liang is trustworthy, I am willing to take you to explore the entire Guandong Mountains. I believe that with your filial piety, you will definitely gain something!"
Liang Ziyi smiled and shook his head, too lazy to make any further comments.
Seeing this, the strong man with beard said quickly: "That ghost ginseng is originally from South Asia, how can it be easily found in Guandong Mountain..."
"There is indeed ghost ginseng in the Guandong mountains!"
A loud shout interrupted the strong bearded man and startled the room full of drinkers. All eyes focused on Leng Yun again.
Leng Yun looked at the cynical Liang Ziyi and said sternly: "Thirty years ago, Lao Daobao planted a ghost ginseng plant. It should have grown in time!"
Liang Ziyi withdrew his gaze and asked, "So sure?"
Leng Yun didn't change his expression and said calmly: "He wanted to trade ghost ginseng for his life before he died, but I killed him anyway. Now I am the only one who knows the whereabouts of that ghost ginseng!"
Liang Ziyi put down his feet, lowered his body, looked at Leng Yun from bottom to top, frowned and said: "You are such a cruel person. I even gave you such a precious treasure, but you can still kill me?"
Leng Yun was not moved at all, and said coldly: "There is no ghost who died in vain in the Guandong Mountains!"
Liang Ziyi nodded, stood up, threw the white wooden sign to Leng Yun's hand, and said with great satisfaction: "Very good! I will follow your arrangements from now on. As long as you can find the ghost ginseng, the snow horse will be your reward!" "
Leng Yun put away the wooden sign, looked at the drunkards with greedy eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Go back and pack your bags and set off immediately!"
"We will meet at the stable in the backyard in half an hour!"
Liang Ziyi said nothing, turned around and walked towards the backyard.
Leng Yun had nothing to deal with, so he continued to drink by himself.
The other drinkers all glanced at their companions, silently discussing how to get a share of this big deal.
"Old shopkeeper, check out!"
As the first group of people put down their broken silver and stood up to leave, the rest of the drinkers took out their money and left, plunging into the wind and snow of the Guandong Mountains.
backyard.
Liang Ziyi walked into the guest room. The moment the door closed, the frivolous look on his face suddenly turned into a sinister look. He walked to the bed in a few steps, took off his fox fur and leather clothes, leaned over and took out a package from under the bed.
As the package opened, a piece of soft armor made of stainless steel chains was revealed.
In addition, there are spear darts, sleeve arrows, and dozens of neatly folded brown paper packages.
"Guandong Mountain, Guandong Mountain! It's really a place rich in sticks!"
Liang Ziyi skillfully put on the soft armor, tied up his sleeve arrows, hid the spear and brown paper bag, turned around and walked out the door with a sneer on his lips.
