Bonfires are constantly lit.
The mountain wind was strong, and there were many bamboo roots in the dry firewood, which were quickly burned to a crackling sound.
The swaying fire drove away the shadows and illuminated the faces of many people.
"longevity!"
"Qin Lan!"
"Lu Yuan! Duan Zhuowei..."
The terrified Yan Changshou and Qin Lan found that they were all acquaintances around.
The place they were in was like a martial arts training ground where bandits usually practiced martial arts. There was a large open space and the soil was rammed very flat.
There are wooden houses around the martial arts training ground, including two or three stilt houses, and the rest are bungalows.
There are several lanes between these houses.
At this time, people walked out slowly in several alleys.
As several firewoods around the martial arts training ground were lit up, the surrounding scenes were fully visible.
There were nine children of aristocratic families who were driven into this martial arts training ground like sheep driving, eight men and one woman, and the rest were eight servants.
Yan Changshou and other children from Youzhou family were not seriously injured, and some were not even on the lottery, but three of the eight servants were seriously injured.
One of the left leg was broken and could not walk at all. One had injuries on his abdomen, and it was still bleeding when he was tied tightly with a cloth. The palm of the right hand was cut off, and only one thumb was left on the five fingers.
Among the dozen people who walked out slowly from the surrounding alleys, six were wearing yellow cassocks, holding weapons such as convenience shovels, Zen sticks and iron sticks.
There were also figures standing on the roofs and houses. There were at least fifteen or sixteen people holding bows and arrows on the surrounding roofs.
"They are from the Headless Bodhisattva Temple!" In the crowd, a child from a noble family said tremblingly to Qin Lan and Yan Changshou.
Yan Changshou was completely speechless. Do you still need his reminder of this situation?
Bang!
A black-clad servant was thrown out of the alleyway and smashed to a bonfire.
"Uncle Song!" A young man whined. He wanted to pounce on the bandit who threw out the black-clothed servant, but was held tightly by the two companions beside him.
The black-clothed servant was constantly gushing out of his mouth, not knowing life and death, but all the children of these aristocratic families knew that this man was the cultivator who used a spear to pick up huge fireballs.
A sixth-level practitioner was actually beaten like this.
The bandit who threw him out was also wearing a yellow cassock and was bald, but the bandit looked handsome and handsome, with a look of men and women, and even a bit charming.
He was carrying a long sword with a golden scabbard, which was completely different from the other bandits wearing yellow cassocks that had appeared.
After throwing out the black-clad servant, he threw a few new firewood into the bonfire, touched the corner of his lips with his right finger, and looked at these children of aristocratic families with a smile, without saying a word for a while.
The burly bandit who held a Zen stick and easily beat Yan Changshou and Qin Lan said with a smile: "There are sixteen in total, and now there are nine here."
The man with a charming face smiled slightly and said, "Mingwu, how many are there?"
The burly bandit grinned and said, "Don't come and have fun, you know I can't calculate it."
Yan Changshou and Qin Lan looked at each other, and the vest was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat.
There were thirteen people in the past, and this was called Mingwu's bandits, and it was obvious that Hua Linyi and the two young men were included. The other servants were not included.
"There are seven people left." The charming man glanced at Yan Changshou and others, and chuckled: "It's not as unbearable as I thought."
"What do you want to do!" The young man who had called Uncle Song asked sternly.
"You should be Song Qiu?" The man with a charming face looked at the boy in black with hatred on his face with some admiration and smiled: "Among all these people, your Song family is ranked downstream. However, among these people, you are the first courage. Your father specially sent a sixth-grade practitioner to protect you from practicing. I guess he has high hopes for you."
The boy in black stared into his eyes and said, "I am Song Qiu."
The man with a charming face suddenly covered his mouth and smiled, saying, "I won't tell you what I want to do, otherwise after I'll capture all of you, I will explain it to those who haven't heard it."
A bonfire was also lit at the entrance of the village.
In the stone-built firewood, dry firewood, hay, and pine oil were all ready-made. A red charcoal was thrown into it and ignited.
Not far from the entrance of the village, in the shadow behind several piles of dry firewood, Jiang Ziyan held a sword and silently stared at the bandit who had just ignited the fire.
The black clothes worn by the bandit were almost exactly the same as those worn by their servants.
This is definitely not accidental.
However, without waiting for her to think about it, the bandit seemed to have noticed it and walked slowly towards her.
Jiang Ziyan's breathing had paused, but at this moment, a young man appeared beside the bandit like a ghost. He rushed so close that he seemed to have become the shadow of the bandit.
Almost subconsciously, the bandit growled, slightly shortened, and his shoulders directly hit the boy.
The figure of the boy has not changed at all.
He allowed the bandit's shoulder to hit him, but his feet were firmly nailed to the ground and motionless.
The bandits looked at the boy in shock.
He saw the extremely calm eyebrows and then saw a knife.
The knife passed through the night, like a wave suddenly surging, chopping it on his neck.
A click.
The world in front of him was tilted.
Gu Ningxi!
Jiang Ziyan looked at the boy rushing out of the shadow in disbelief, and the boy's name appeared in her mind.
The name of this boy was remembered before because Hua Linyi said that this boy was someone around Hua Cangming.
There is another reason, because the boy's left hand was obviously broken.
She couldn't understand why Hua Cangming wanted to fold a left hand, and it was obviously not like a powerful practitioner who followed them to hunt deer. However, at this time, the huge contrast almost made her mind blank.
The young man rushed out of the shadow cut off the bandit's neck with one knife. At the same time, his body gently leaned on the bandit's body, allowing the bandit's body to slowly slide to the ground.
In the next moment, accompanied by the smell of blood, the boy had already swept into the shadow beside her.
There was not even a heavy breathing sound.
The boy's face was stained with blood, his breathing was gentle and stable, and his calm eyes contained an indescribable smell.
"This should have been planned for a long time, and there may be someone guarding the mountain."
In the team when she came, Jiang Ziyan and Gu Liubai had never said a word, but at this time she had no sense of unfamiliarity and subconsciously said softly.
Gu Liubai nodded and said, "When the arrow breaks through the air, you can follow me."
Jiang Ziyan was slightly stunned. Before she could react, she saw Gu Liubai hooking his feet and instantly lifting a piece of dry firewood on the ground and kicking it out.
With a click, dry firewood fell on the roof of a certain house.
Gu Liubai suddenly flew out.
Where did the sound of arrows breaking through the air?
As soon as this thought came to Jiang Ziyan's mind, a shrill roar sounded in the air!
She no longer hesitated and jumped out.
The sound of arrows that made the scalp numb and broke through the air sounded three times in total.
She saw that the boy in front of her had a strange body movement, like a wave jumping. When the sound of breaking through the air sounded for the second and third time, he waved his knife and slashed twice.
There was a clear collision sound.
After following Gu Liubai to the shadow of a house, Jiang Ziyan realized that the boy seemed to have slashed the two arrows shot at him?
Her eyes fell on his right hand.
Then she was stunned again.
A hatchet?
Gu Liubai looked back at her, and he was quite satisfied with Jiang Ziyan's performance.
This girl who was having a quarrel all the way was very good among the children of this aristocratic family.
Before the group of people started driving the sheep, he saw Jiang Ziyan calmly hiding not far from the gate of the village. If there were no ambushers under the mountain road, she would indeed be the one who had the most chance to escape.
But she didn't do that. Obviously, she quickly figured it out that since these people were going to catch turtles in the jar, there would definitely be someone guarding the mountain road below.
"You knew there was an archer on the roof of the house over there?"
Jiang Ziyan was indeed very smart, and she immediately reacted.
"Yes." Gu Liubai listened to the movement and began to move towards the alley on one side.
Hearing his simply admitting, Jiang Ziyan, who was following him, was speechless in an instant.
If I had known that there was an archer there, he would kick a firewood to attract attention, just to win more time to determine the specific position and raft of the archer.
He is so confident that he can make a clear judgment in such a short time?
But the truth is that he did.
And the boy could obviously be faster. His body movement when he killed the bandit was amazingly fast.
He slowed down on purpose, probably just to ensure her safety, otherwise he might not have to use a knife at all.
When she looked at the knife in his hand carefully, she was numb.
Where did you pick up the broken knife?
It's indeed an ordinary hatchet.
It’s okay to forget about the hatchet, but there are still many cracked hatchets!
"Do you want to use my sword?" After she got numb, she couldn't help but turn the hilt of the sword and stretched towards Gu Liubai.
"No, no, no."
Gu Liubai immediately shook his head, "If you don't need this treasure, this trip will be meaningless."
Baby pimples...it's meaningless?
What kind of tiger and wolf word is this?
Jiang Ziyan felt that she was very knowledgeable in normal times, but why couldn't she understand it?
In fact, Gu Liubai also felt that it was a pity.
Jiang Ziyan's sword is obviously a good sword with special material.
Not to mention that the black sword body did not reflect cold light in the darkness, and when it approached, it was obvious that the hatchet in his hand was pulled by vague power.
A good sword is a good sword. How can any sword master resist the temptation of a good sword?
But the good sword in his hand also includes Ying Qing, and Guo Beixi's sword that was packed well in his luggage... The key is that he didn't let him use it.
Zhou Lu'er, Rong Xiu and the dignified fifth-grade monk Hua Linyi lay quietly under the bed.
Suddenly, the sound of arrows breaking through the air came into their ears.
Chapter completed!