A Taoist named Yiqing was waiting anxiously outside the village, just like a young man waiting for his first love, thinking about it and feeling uneasy. Isolated from the mortal world, after so many years of searching, I finally met the legendary monk again. How could I not be excited and follow him! Recalling the past, he felt sad and bitter.
Yi Lian and He Yanzi came forward, exchanged a few pleasantries with each other, and introduced a group of Taoists from Qing Dynasty to meet the young gang leader. Xia Yun did not embarrass him, but lightly comforted him and ordered him to find a place to stay for the time being. Rest. Taoist Yiqing was polite on the face, but full of disdain in his heart. Xia Yun seemed to be the leader of this trip. How could he be superior to Mr. Yang? While thinking about the purpose of the sheep protector, he walked around the village, found a house in the house, threw down a few pieces of silver, and ordered them to light a fire to heat hot water, and served the Taoist master to take a comfortable bath and rub himself off. The old dirt.
A few pieces of silver were enough to prepare a few good banquets in the town. The family was surprised and happy. Men, women, old and young all started working together, carrying water, washing pots, and cooking with firewood. In no time, a large pot of hot water was prepared. The Taoist priest Yiqing couldn't help laughing when he saw it. Those who didn't know what was going on thought they were killing pigs and removing their hair. In fact, farmers didn't have a few hot baths throughout the year, so they didn't use a bathtub. Most of them boiled water in a big iron pot and washed them at the same time.
Taoist Yiqing took a quick bath and wiped off a load of dirt. He felt refreshed and ecstatic. The head of the house was very discerning and ordered his mother-in-law to find a set of robes that were not old and old, and gave them to a Taoist priest to change into. She also got a few coins as a reward. She was so happy that she took the Taoist robes and went to the river to beat them and clean them. She swore that she would not miss the mark. The journey of the God of Wealth. After a few words of concern from the Taoist Yiqing, he went to look for the sheep and wait for his fate.
There is an abandoned mountain temple at the head of the village. There used to be a temple for worshipers, but I couldn't bear the hardship and I don't know where to escape. There is no one to look after the temple inside and outside. The statues of the gods have collapsed and weeds are overgrown. The harvest has not been good in the past few years. It has not been repaired yet. Xia Yun and his party temporarily stayed in the temple to discuss where to go next. Bai Kou tied up her long hair and tore off her clothes to cover her mouth and nose. Upon seeing this, Gu Boyang came to help. The two of them cleaned up in a hurry and could barely settle down.
The mountains were high and the emperor was far away, and hunger and cold aroused people's hearts. The villagers were worried that they would harm the village, so they gathered a few chickens and a goose and sent them to the mountain temple. Xia Qian knew what they were worried about, so she gave them some broken silver and ordered them to send some more cooking. Bread to satisfy hunger. With silver to clear the way, everything was easy to handle. The villagers had the courage to start business with them. In addition to firewood and food, Gu Boyang also found an old mule cart with two decent mules.
Xia Yun, Xia Qian, Wu Tong, Yi Lian, and Yang Hu stayed in the mountain temple to discuss, while Bai Kou stood outside the door, playing with grass stems, bored. A Taoist from Qing Dynasty took the mules to drink water and eat grass. They walked far away to avoid suspicion. Gu Boyang disposed of the chickens and geese and took them to the river to wash and skin them clean. The mule cart had not been used for many years and was almost falling apart. He Yanzi had worked as a carpenter for several months when he was young. He rolled up his sleeves and hammered at it for a long time, and he could barely run.
The people did not fight against the officials, and the Han army sent out troops to wipe out the Tianlong Gang. Even the monks in the fairy city were willing to be the vanguard. The situation was over, and the old gang leader was in danger. Where to go? Should he sneak back to Tongling to find out the news, or leave before the net is closed? Xia Yun's eyes flashed as he looked around the crowd and said solemnly: "Tongling cannot go back. The current plan is nothing more than two paths, either going north or going south."
Wu Tong's chest was shaken. The young gang leader made up his mind to give up the helm and abandon the old gang leader Xia. The strong man cut off his wrist to save his useful body. He temporarily hunkered down, sharpened his minions, and looked for opportunities to make a comeback. Although this decision was cold, it was still a feasible solution. He then breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Going north is blocked by the Jiangdu camp, and Han's army is powerful. Going south to the wild land can ensure peace, but it will lose With this opportunity to make progress, I wonder what the young gang leader’s plans are?”
After listening to Wu Tong's words, Yi Lian knew in his heart that he agreed with the young gang leader to give up the great foundation built by the Tianlong Gang and hand it over to Han Jun. He frowned and pondered for a moment. Although he vaguely felt that it was inappropriate, there was really no reason to convince the young gang leader to give up the good foundation built by the Tianlong Gang. Involved in danger.
Wei Shiqi glanced at Xia Qian, thoughtfully. Xia Qian trusted her a lot. How much of these considerations of interests and weighing decisions came from her whimsical little mind? Although she was foresighted, after all, she lacked some perspective on the overall situation. The world's general trend is vast. If you go with it, you will prosper, and if you go against it, you will perish. She tries to make no mistakes every time she makes a move, plays both sides, and fights her way out of the cracks. She is not strong. The strength of the people as the backing is ultimately in vain.
Changing places, what choice would he make? The heaven and earth are a chess game, and everything is a chess piece. Only those who jump out of the chess board and become the ones holding the pieces can ignore the gains and losses of the moment and the place. He possesses the blood of the abyss and holds the poisonous dragon soul weapon. Whether he returns to Tongling, goes north to Yangzhou, or goes south to the wilderness, he can open up a new world. But Xia Yun and Xia Qian are different. Mortals like that are walking on thin ice. If they take a wrong step, they will be destroyed. It is beyond redemption.
Xia Yong had obviously considered it for a long time and suggested: "Go to the three towns in Hebei, establish a firm foothold, recruit the remaining members, and reestablish the Tianlong Gang. What do you think?"
Wu Tong was slightly startled. Xia Yun's move was unexpected, but it was reasonable. The three towns in Hebei were in chaos. With the support of the human and financial resources left by the Yang family, it was a clever plan to take advantage of the situation and rise. He calculated it carefully and couldn't help but be moved by it. He hesitated and said: "If you go north to Heshuo, you have to pass through the territory of the Han army. The Jiangdu camp is blocking water and land, just in case..."
Xia Yong had already considered it and said: "We won't take the land route or the canal. We will take a fishing boat and go north by sea."
Wu Tong clapped his thigh and blurted out: "What a great idea!" The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this strategy was feasible. The sea was wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky high enough for birds to fly. Once out to sea, Han's army could only block water and land and lay down dragnets. Looking at the ocean and sighing.
Xia Yong turned his gaze to Wei Shiqi, showing his intention to inquire. The latter pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "It is very good to take the sea route. Fanyang and Chengde towns are adjacent to the sea. There are many deserted beaches and cliffs, and the guard is relaxed. God is unaware of it.”
Yi Lian saw that both Wu Tong and Yang Hu supported the young gang leader, and he had no intention of objecting. He only mentioned that since he was going to the sea to go north, the sooner the better, so as not to be noticed by the Han army and blockade the fishing boats to go to sea. Of course, this possibility is unlikely. Thousands of miles of coast to the south of Yangzhou, there are countless fishing boats, big and small, and even the whole country cannot ban it. Money and silk can attract people's hearts, but it is just a lot of trouble. Of course, being able to sail far to sea before Han's army could react would save a lot of trouble and gain the upper hand.
Everyone made a decision, no longer hesitated, decided to take a short rest and set off overnight. Yi Lian got up and called everyone into the temple. He roasted the chickens and geese, ate them with dry and hard cooking cakes, filled his stomach randomly, and leaned on the throne to close his eyes and rest. It was getting dusk and the sunset was in full swing. Wei Shiqi stood up alone and quietly came to the outside of the mountain temple. He raised his eyes and looked at Sanmao Peak. Heat surged in his body, most of his physical wounds were healed, his blood was surging, and he longed for more food.
