The fight lasted for a long time, from the afternoon until dusk.

As the sun set, the clouds on the horizon were dyed blood-red, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

At this time, there was only one person left on the path at the foot of Evening Fragrance Mountain.

It's Liang Hu.

Liang Hu's eyes were full of cruelty, looking at the corpses all over the ground, stumps and broken arms, and the blood gathered into a stream, soaking in the land, nourishing the tuberose all over the place.

And the last person to die under his knife was his biological brother Liang Bao. Liang Leopard's eyes protruded before he died, his eyes were split, and he was full of unwillingness.

After the twentieth person paid the money, the two brothers Liang Hu and Liang Bao finally made a move.

For the twenty-first man had to pay one thousand and forty-eight taels of silver, which was almost all their savings, but it was only enough for one person to live.

So after slaughtering everyone, the two brothers turned against each other and fought to the death in order to survive.

Even though Liang Hu won in the end, his stomach was ruthlessly opened by Liang Bao, blood flowed, and his intestines flowed out.

Liang Hu staggered to Wen Chou, and said weakly: "I am the twenty-first ...... to pay the money."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Hu fell to the ground and died because of excessive blood loss.

Wen Chou smacked his lips, tossed Liang Hu's corpse with his feet, and said firmly: "It seems that if you want to make the hero become a madman, it only takes one of the worst days~"

From beginning to end, the Evening Xiangshan bandits only used one human life, but they exchanged almost the entire caravan for goods and dozens of human lives.

Wen Chou looked at the corpses all over the ground, and his pale face showed a drunken flush, and he rolled his eyes comfortably.

After a long time, Wen Chou's eyes were confused, and he casually ordered: "Pass my word and invite Hu Dali and Tong Xiu to come to Evening Hill for tea!"

After all, Wen Chou left contentedly, never caring about goods and money from beginning to end.

The sound of the pleasant folk song wafted faintly from the evening incense mountain:

"That night the wind blew through the evening hills...... The nightingale sings softly...... The flowers under the moon are all asleep, and only the fragrant flowers of the evening reveal their fragrance......"

......

In the blink of an eye, almost a week later, the market in Dongting Town arrived as scheduled.

Although there is a corresponding market held in Dongting Town almost every month, this time it is extraordinarily grand.

In order to show his attention, Ge Shien, the head of the Ge family, specially chose the most central square in Dongting Town. Half a month in advance, they began to set up the venue, and the merchants of various villages and towns were gearing up to book their shops in advance, and they were bound to sell their goods at a good price.

With such a grand occasion, I am afraid that looking forward to the next five years is unique.

The night before, the merchants who attended the market opened their shops early and put their purchases in place.

The summer morning comes early, the pre-dawn darkness is fleeting, the morning sun rises slowly, and the whole market seems to come alive the moment the sun just shines on the earth.

The bustling crowd from all sides of Dongting Town converged into the huge square, including more than a dozen caravans from small villages and towns, making the originally wide square also congested.

The men looked at the goods and talked loudly. Women are trying to buy daily necessities at a cheap price. Children frolic between shadow puppets and candy man stalls. Everyone had a lot of fun.

And Tang Xian and Wang Ercrazy, who love to join in the fun, how could they have such a fun thing?

At this time, Tang Xian and Wang Ermad were standing in front of the sugar man stall, smelling the fragrance and looking at the sugar man master.

Tang Xian said urgently: "Master, bring me the candy man of the sword immortal Li Fuxue!"

"Okay!" the sugar man beckoned, rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a spoonful of syrup with a small spoon, and drew it.

After coming down from Jiuqi Mountain, Tang Xian has been experiencing a life and death crisis, and his mind and strength have grown rapidly, but after all, he is still a teenager, and his resistance to sugar people is almost zero.

When I was poor in the mountains, I could only eat once in a few months. But now that I'm richer, of course I want to take this opportunity to feast.

Wang Ermad stretched his neck and sniffed the aroma of the sugar man, and asked curiously: "Xian'er, this sugar man smells so good, what is it made of?"

"Uh......" Tang Xian pondered for a moment, and before he could speak, Master Sugar Man opened his throat enthusiastically and said:

"I'm a sugar man, but it's all made of honey!"

Honey, bees, honeycomb?

"Poof!" Wang Er's crazy feet softened, and he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog and pulled out.

Frightened, the candy man master hurriedly took a few steps back and asked in a panic, "Is this ...... What should I do?"

Tang Xian's expression was serious, and he seemed to be a little entangled, and he spoke for a long time: "Then bring me another old monk of Jinchan Temple!"

After Wang Ermad vaguely heard Tang Xian's words, he had another convulsion in despair and sadness.

It wasn't until the two sugar figures in Tang Xian's hands were about to finish eating that Wang Ermad returned to normal, staring at Tang Xian with a grudge on his face.

At this moment, on the high platform in the center of the square, there was a sudden loud sound of huge drums.

"Knock! knock! knock......!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

I saw that on the high platform, there was a big red drum with a diameter of more than one meter, and the drum was played by a young man about 20 years old. The two drumsticks are thick and long, and they are made of solid wood, which is very heavy, but the young man can beat the windmill like a windmill, and obviously has a certain amount of internal strength!

And on top of the high platform, there were three other people.

A middle-aged man with gray hair sat upright on a chair, holding a teacup in his hand, slightly chubby, and was born with a smile and a kind smile.

After the remarks of others, Tang Xian had already learned that this smiling middle-aged man sitting upright was Ge Shien, the head of the Ge family. Although he is not a martial artist, he convinces people with virtue and becomes the pillar of Dongting Town.

And the young man who played the drum was Ge Shien's only son - Ge Junjie. At a young age, he had the cultivation of the eighth grade, and he worshiped the Heavenly Whip Sect to practice the whip method.

Behind Ge Shien, there stood a person, who was wearing a cyan warrior suit, his face was slightly pale, and a small sealed clay pot hung from his waist.

The people in Dongting Town, no one knows about this blue-faced middle-aged man, and no one knows about it.

He is the number one master in Dongting Town and the only seventh-rank martial artist, She Hui, the captain of the Ge family's guards!

This She Hui's face was grim, and he stood behind Ge Shien like a javelin, his eyes revealing subtle sharpness, scanning everyone under the high platform.

And the last person was also a middle-aged man, about thirty years old, but no one had ever seen this person in Dongting Town.

But this person was dressed in a pale yellow robe, with a thirteen-section soft whip hanging from his waist, and stood quietly beside Ge Junjie.

Standing with Ge Junjie, and the weapon is still a thirteen-section soft whip, I am afraid that people with a little common sense in the rivers and lakes will instantly judge that this person must have something to do with the Heavenly Whip Sect.

Seeing this, Tang Xian raised a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, took a bite of the candy man, and read softly: "Is the show about to begin?"

On the high platform, Ge Junjie saw that the sound of drums had attracted all the people in the square, and at this time, there was no sound of selling, and it was quiet, and everyone looked at the people of the Ge family on the high platform.

Seeing this, Ge Junjie showed a satisfied smile, put down the drumsticks, came to the high platform, and hugged his fists:

"Brothers from villages and towns, I am Ge Junjie, the eldest young master of the Ge family and a disciple of the Heavenly Whip Sect!

After that, Ge Junjie was silent under the stand, and continued:

"Within a radius of 100 miles, with my Dongting Town being the largest, there are 23 small villages and towns around, this time I have the opportunity to Dongting Town, and the flying pigeon sent out an invitation to all villages and towns, and all villages and towns have replied and accepted the invitation. However, only 15 companies attended the rally today!"

Speaking of this, Ge Junjie's face sank, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

Ge Junjie took out a large piece of rice paper from behind him, and read it aloud according to the words on it:

"Wutong Town, a caravan of ninety-eight people, seventy-eight people died, and ninety percent of the goods were lost. Done by the Evening Fragrance Mountain bandits!"

"In Nanping Town, there were seventy-two caravans, sixty-three people died, and all the goods were lost. The Tiger Head Gang of Bandits!"

"Luoxue Town, a caravan of fifty-eight people, all dead, all the goods lost, and the prisoner Dragon Village did it!"

......

One after another, all the 15 villages and towns that did not participate in the rally were blocked and robbed by three bandits, not only seeking money but also killing them.

Listening to this viciousness, the eyes of the people in the audience gradually became angry.

recalled that on the way to his caravan, he hired guards at a high price, and he was frightened all the way, and the heinous crimes of the bandits on weekdays. All of this is really hard for people to forget.

Who has lived within a radius of 100 miles for several generations, and who has not lost their property because of bandits? I don't know how many families have been ruined because of bandits.

Gradually, people's eyes turned red, their fists clenched, as if the corpses were all over the ground, and the voices of despair echoed in their ears.