"Ma Dart Head, what if you are from the Fuwei Dart Bureau?"

"Who gave you the guts to come and negotiate with me about reducing tolls?"

"Lin Zhennan, the head of your Fuwei Lin Zong, do you know that you came to talk to me about such a big matter?"

In Qianyangling, Wulong County, Guangfu Province, a mountain bandit leader of medium stature, with pimples all over his body, and a bearded mouth, stared at the dart convoy in front of him viciously, and shouted angrily.

"According to the practice of darts, these twenty carts, each 3 taels of silver, quickly pay tribute to Uncle Wang and me 60 taels of silver."

"Otherwise, don't blame me Wang Dafu for ignoring the cooperation of more than ten years and using force to see the bloody ······!"

"Humph!"

At the end of the words, the sturdy mountain bandit leader snorted coldly twice, and his burly body stepped forward.

Behind him, there were more than one hundred and five mountain bandits, and they followed closely with hideous hands holding steel knives and spears, and the crowd looked very terrifying.

The leader of the mountain bandits who spoke out was none other than Wang Dafu, the chief owner of the well-known Green Forest Eighteen Road cottage in the Wulong area, and a second-rate martial arts master.

With the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife that splits stones and breaks iron with one hand, it shelters more than 1,200 hidden households living in the huge Qianyang Mountains, shelters the eighteen cottages, guards more than a dozen trade routes in the Qianyang Mountains, and collects tolls from merchants for a long time.

In the Ming Dynasty of this era, the Donglin Party in Jiangnan and Wei Zhongxian's Eunuch Party were constantly fighting, which led to political turmoil.

Because of the lack of supervision by a strong central power, local bureaucrats are generally corrupt and corrupt are rampant, and a large number of corrupt officials and corrupt officials are expropriating and brutally oppressing the people.

Among these mountain bandits, except for a very small number of truly vicious and bloodthirsty and crazy existences, most of them are actually just trying to escape the high tax burden and hard labor, and take refuge in the poor people under the masters of the green forest martial arts.

Like Wang Dafu, a master of the green forest who talks about rules and is willing to accept a poor person to give them a way to live, his reputation in the martial arts is actually not bad.

Unless it is related to interests, otherwise, even when those high-ranking disciples of the righteous sect go down the mountain to practice, they will not deliberately target this type of cottage.

Therefore, Wang Dafu has been entrenched in the Qianyang Mountains for more than 20 years, and he has lived a good life as a mountain king.

And the leader of the caravan guard dart division that Wang Dafu shouted angrily was a middle-aged dart head from Guangfu Province of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, Ma Yuanzhen, who had a foothold in the martial arts with a beautiful beaded bow technique, and he stood up with a wry smile at this time.

"Lord Wangzhai, I'm waiting for this time to come to ······"

The experienced dart head first arched his fist at Wang Dafu on the hillside, and was about to continue to say something, when a cold voice interrupted his words.

"Needless to say!"

"Next, let me take over!"

A man dressed in black, holding a maroon scabbard in his arms, with long black hair mixed with a hint of white, looked mature and vicissitudes, and walked slowly out from behind the horse's head.

"Yes, Mr. Shao······ Duan offerings! ”

Hearing the words of the vicissitudes of the swordsman, as Lin Zhennan's confidant, he knew the swordsman's thin horse dart head, and his face flashed a trace of hesitation, but seeing the swordsman's confident demeanor, he finally retreated respectfully.

"Oh?"

Probably seeing the swordsman with a long sword in front of him, he had an extraordinary bearing as soon as he appeared, and he sensed the breath of this person's body, and he fused into a mixed element without leaking out at all, and a trace of caution flashed in the eyes of Wang Dafu, the leader of the mountain bandits, and his tone was a little polite.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"What does it have to do with this Fuwei dart game?"

"I am the Sun-Chaser Sword - Duan Zhenxian."

The swordsman faced Wang Dafu's question, his tone was still cold, but he also slowly explained the cause and effect.

"A few days ago, I was rescued by Mr. Lin's dart, in order to repay his life-saving kindness, I joined the Fuwei Dart Bureau to offer to it!"

"I came here today to ask the lord of Wang Zhai for advice in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes!"

"I hope that Your Excellency, you will not hesitate to give advice!"

After the words were finished, the swordsman named Duan Zhenxian, the long sword in his arms popped out of the scabbard with a scream, quickly slashed a beautiful curve in mid-air, and fell into the swordsman's outstretched right hand.

Duan Zhenxian pulled a sharp sword flower, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Wang Dafu.

"I see, it seems that Brother Duan is very confident in his swordsmanship!"

In the face of the swordsman's provocation by drawing his sword, Wang Dafu, who looked rough-looking, was not angry.

As we all know, Wang Dafu, the leader of the bandits in the green forest, has been able to collect tolls for more than 20 years in this vast Qianyang Ridge, and officially because the bandit industry has existed for so many years, there is already a set of default rules.

Depending on the level of force behind the caravans, the level of proximity charged them varied.

If Duan Zhenxian, the worship of this Fuwei Dart Bureau, can really have the same second-rate martial arts level as Wang Dafu, then reducing his toll is a must in the rules of the Green Forest Industry.

He gestured to his cronies on his right, and the little minion was very eye-catching, and immediately took out a one-meter-two-long ring-headed knife wrapped in a black cloth on his back, and handed it to Wang Dafu with both hands.

Because after all, it was not a life-and-death fight, neither of them rushed to attack each other first, but waited for both sides to be ready.

Only then did I confirm the eyes, and it was time to start fighting.

The two of them kicked their legs the ground, and they both used the most suitable light grass to fly, and swooped towards their opponents with the recoil force of the internal force under their feet to hit the ground.

The blade of the sword slashed through the air, and the heat emitted by the attached Zhiyang internal force distorted the space, causing the grass under Duan Zhenxian's feet to quickly turn yellow when Duan Zhenxian and Wang Dafu faced off.

The spine of the knife roared with a tiger, Wang Dafu roared like a tiger while swinging the knife, the sharp blade merged with the sound attack in his mouth, and the overflowing energy slammed the surrounding ground into fist-sized holes.

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"

Sword fighting, with speed and strength beyond mortals, showing the strength of second-rate martial arts masters heartily.

The two of them fought against each other on the grass of the mountain, and the huge roar made the ordinary dart masters and mountain bandits watching the battle can't help but cover their ears.

On the surface, Wang Dafu had the upper hand in strength, and once they fought with swords, the swordsman Duan Zhenxian took half a step back.

But in fact, Duan Zhenxian's defense was not leaky, but Wang Dafu was burned by the supreme yang internal force on the long sword, his face was red and sweating profusely.

After slashing back a full step with all his strength in the end, Wang Dafu finally felt that he couldn't hold on.

This old Jianghu decisively gave up and continued to attack, jumped back, and then put away his knife and said loudly.

"What a day-chasing sword, what a Duan Zhenxian!"

"After today, the toll of the Fuwei Dart Bureau will be halved!"

Seeing that Wang Dafu was so knowledgeable, the swordsman stopped pursuing, and after nodding to Wang Dafu in a friendly manner, he also put his sword into his arms and retreated into the dart division's convoy.

After the two pillars of force fought, the head of the horse dart stepped forward again with a smiling face, and discussed with a Sven steward who met the opposite cottage about the specific matters of reducing the toll in the future·······

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In just two months, five or six green forest cottages with a certain reputation and second-rate martial arts masters were continuously challenged by Duan Zhenxian, the "Sun-chasing Sword", by the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and none of them fell into disadvantage in the battle.

Suddenly, the name of Duan Zhenxian, the daily sword, was widely spread in the rivers and lakes of several provinces around Guangfu.

And the Fuwei Dart Bureau, it is logical to take advantage of this shareholder wind, under the superb business skills of Lin Zhennan, the head of the dart, to further expand.

No one knew that he was using the name of "Duan Zhenxian" to support the daily swordsman who further developed the façade of the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

Oh no, to be precise, Lin Pingzhi, who should have lost his disguise, is now packing his clothes in large bags.

Then, with a scholar, under the relationship of his father, he directly crossed the exam.

In one step, I walked directly into the gate of Guangfu Academy, the largest academy in Fuzhou City······