Under the escort of the two teams of embroidered captains, Li Mi walked into the hall in the middle of the house, pushed open the door, and a little dust fell down.

The lieutenants swept the torches into the house, and all kinds of belongings were available, but there was a lot of dust and lifeless.

Li Mi caught a glimpse of a slightly broken incense pillar on the incense burner, and there was still residual warmth, he hooked his finger towards the red quinoa, and the other party immediately understood, leading the captains to scatter and search carefully in the room.

After a few breaths, with a sound of red quinoa, he drew his knife and slashed at a beam, only to see a black shadow jumping and rolling on the beam, waving his weapon to knock the blade crooked, and then his body sank suddenly, attacking Li Mi.

Li Mi raised the cold food knife, but it was not unsheathed, and he knocked the eight-sided mixed copper iron rod away, who knew that the man's body was lower, and he swept down with one kick, and was staggered by Li Mi, dodging the sweeping legs.

Then the man came with a mixed copper stick, and suddenly a silver light stabbed down in the air, and the red quinoa smashed the knife on the body of the stick, forcing the other party to withdraw.

The two rushed from the hall to the courtyard, and exchanged several moves one after another, and the six doors that rushed to the surrounding hearing the news had already surrounded the courtyard, and dozens of crossbows tightened their bowstrings and aimed at the two.

A lieutenant carried over a clean-wiped Taishi chair and placed it on the steps in front of the hall, Li Mi threw his cloak and sat on it, and said in a cold tone: "Who are you, why are you hiding here, someone hired you to assassinate this official?" ”

That man's martial arts are not bad, and he is on par with the red quinoa who is proficient in assassination, and after stopping a knife with a mixed copper stick, he replied: "Who assassinated you, Lao Tzu just hid on the beam of the house and squinted for a while, so many people came, and you reversed black and white and said that I want to kill you, this mouth is about to catch up with Song Gongming!" ”

Li Mi waved his hand to let the red quinoa retreat, and asked, "This official sees that your qi and blood are unstable, you should have suffered a very serious internal injury, right?" If you are willing to devote yourself to serving your own officer, I can't say that you can be rewarded with a half-time official to do it, how about it? ”

The man was stunned when he heard this, and after glancing at the surrounding sword light and arrow shadows, he suddenly clenched his fists and said: "In Xia Zhujiazhuang, the head of martial arts, Luan Tingyu!" ”

"Huh? You didn't die with the people of Zhujiazhuang? ”

The man named Luan Tingyu thrust the eight-sided mixed copper stick in his hand to the ground, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, "The grass people see that the big man is extraordinary, I think it should be the official of the imperial court, I was the head of Zhujiazhuang's martial arts practice, but unfortunately I was killed by my senior brother Chi Sun Li, but fortunately I escaped from the encirclement in the war in Zhujiazhuang, and I was displaced all the way, and I came here to stay overnight and recuperate." ”

As he spoke, his tone became more and more pathetic.

"In the past, when Chao Tianwang was in charge, he was loyal and righteous, and I Zhujiazhuang did not commit any crimes, who knew that after the death of Chao Tianwang, Song Gongming stretched out his claws to my Zhujiazhuang, which is really hateful!"

Li Mi stood up, came to the other party with his hands behind his back, and looked at him condescendingly, "This official came here this time to exterminate the matter of Zhulu Mountain. Since you have a grudge against Song Gongming, then you are a friend of the imperial court. Your martial arts skills are good, and an official and a half-job is just a kung fu for this official, and you can not only be an official but also avenge Zhujiazhuang...... Is this kind of business exciting? ”

Luan Tingyu immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, raised his fists above his head and said: "Lord Xie appreciates, I wish Luan Tingyu of the family village is willing to serve the work of dogs and horses for the imperial court, and wipe out the bandits in Lushan Mountain!" ”

"Hmm...... Go down, and heal your wounds, and wait for your command. ”

"Yes, sir!" Luan Tingyu got up and arched his hand, picked up the mixed copper stick, and followed a captain to leave.

After the other party left, the smile on Li Mi's face disappeared, and he said to Hong Quinoa expressionlessly: "Give him some high-quality healing medicine, and send someone with a good hand and foot to take care of him and monitor him by the way. If he has two hearts, he will be killed immediately. ”

Red Quinoa bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

……

At the foot of the deer mountain, Dongjiaji, there are suddenly more people in the inaccessible places.

A fine layer of frost formed in the dead grass, followed by a horse's hoof, and hundreds of horses' hooves behind it trodden or crossed it, following a waterway all the way down.

It was a cavalry force of more than 100 men, roughly between 200 and 300 horsemen.

The cavalry at the head, wearing a brown armor and a red sweat scarf around his neck, pulled the reins of the horse in one hand, held a mountain knife in the other, and an iron flute was inserted obliquely at his waist, looking like a knowledgeable and talented showman.

This person glanced back and forth at the nearby Dongjiaji, the huge village is not popular at all now, it is empty and like a ghost village, quiet and crazy.

Several spies sent in to spy on the situation also rode back, shook their heads and said: "Report to the horse leader, there is no one in the village, there are blood stains everywhere, it seems that the people in the village have been evacuated, but it is ......"

"What is it, say it quickly!"

"The eyeliner we planted in the village has been removed, and the corpses are hanging from the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village, about a dozen."

The horse leader scolded, waved his hand and urged the people behind, "Go to the village to rest, eat some dry food and drink saliva, and then continue to set off to search for those court lackeys." ”

As soon as this group of cavalry entered Dongjiaji, there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves not far away, and the leading general was holding a steel gun, and there were also more than 100 cavalry behind him.

The gun-wielding general rode over and said with his fists clenched: "Brother Marin, do you have a harvest?" ”

Marin patted the mount's neck, there were four or five heads hanging underneath, and then looked at the opponent's horse, it was about the same number.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time, and then the two teams merged and entered the village together.

After dismounting, hundreds of people sat on the spot, took out dry food and water and ate them.

Marin took out the wine bag and took a sip of it, threw it to the gun general, took out a packet of naan himself, and took a big bite of it.

The general of the steel gun called Chen Da, he inserted the gun on the ground, took the wine bag and poured it hard, then sat down and scolded angrily: "These court lackeys, one by one, are like oiled loaches, running around, just don't give us a chance to close the net." Just these few heads, they were lucky enough to be left behind after losing the lives of dozens of good brothers. If Brother Gongming knows, he will inevitably scold me again. ”

Ma Lin nodded, "The situation on my side is similar, these court lackeys are all good, especially with a calculating Qianhu, we can only be led by the nose of the other party." ”

He asked Chen Da for the wine bag back, and suddenly, with a whoosh, a black shadow pierced through the parchment wine bag and nailed it to the ground.

In an instant, the Dong family, which should have been empty, made a loud noise, and hundreds of figures appeared from around, followed by hundreds of cold arrows aimed at them.

Arrows fell from the sky like raindrops, and the bandits who were eating dry food to recuperate had no time to dodge, and many people were shot on the spot.

"Fuck, there's an ambush, fuck guy!"

Marin slashed the oncoming arrows with a knife, and as soon as he got up, he saw that an earthen wall not far behind him was broken at once, and a tall and thin figure waved a knife in his arm and rushed towards him.

With a bang, the spark crashed out.

The embroidered spring knife was blocked with a blow, and it was retracted, and the tall and thin man swung the knife and slashed again.

After a short fight, Chen Da, who was holding a steel gun to meet him, shouted: "Kill you, the lackey of the court!" ”

As soon as his body moved, he saw that the tall and thin man's seemingly weak arm actually rolled out bursting muscles, and an embroidered spring knife slashed violently, smashing into the steel spear.

"Grandpa is Shen Lang of six doors and thousands of households, and you are the lackey!"

Immediately, the barrel of the point steel gun was violently bent, and then ...... Fracture.

"Brother Chen, be careful!" Ma Lin beside him played with a knife to block Shen Lang and pulled Chen Da back one after another.

At this time, Shen Lang raised the embroidered spring knife and roared angrily: "Kill!" ”

In an instant, the Dong family gathered in all directions, in the bright, dark and hidden tunnels, there were countless cheers, like a tsunami rolling, overwhelmingly gathered together: "Kill——"

As far as the eye can see, there are figures drilled out one after another, embroidered clothes, soap boots and embroidered spring knives, and they have pounced on the bandits in Zhulu Mountain, and the panicked bandits are in short combat.

The bandits who were lucky enough to get on their horses and try to escape were quickly ripped off and then hacked to death.

For a time, the once empty deserted village became crowded, the two sides fought in one place, and the fighting gradually became white-hot.

"Death!"

A little chill comes first.

The beams and pillars under the eaves were suddenly split in two, and sawdust and thatch flew one after another, and the figures killed from them.

Ma Lin, who came back to his senses, swung his knife to meet him, and the two sides slashed dozens of times, rubbing out a series of sparks, and Shen Lang walked leisurely from beginning to end, as if he was teaching an ignorant child.

Marin resisted with a knife while retreating, and there was thatch stuck all over his head, which was very embarrassing.

The two of them formed a straight line against the earthen wall, only the sound of gold and iron rang out and the sound of ping-pong, the scraped slag flew violently, and the sparks kept bursting in front of the eyes of both sides.

Ma Lin is a small leader in Zhulu Mountain, and he is very handy at fighting and robbing houses on weekdays, but when he really encounters a behemoth like the imperial court, especially the thousands of households with six doors, he has no rules and regulations, and his strength is far inferior to others.

At this time, he held the mountain knife and gradually slashed, the sweat towel around his neck had also fallen off, his hair was messy, and half of his body was soaked with blood, which was very embarrassing.

Caught off guard, Shen Lang kicked him in the chest, and immediately flew upside down, smashing an earthen wall and falling to the ground.

"You're the Iron Flute Immortal Marin?"

Ma Lin forced himself to get up, spit out blood, glared at Shen Lang, and said with a disapprehensive expression: "Grandpa is here!" ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

Shen Lang leaned forward and kicked on the other party's body that had just stood upright, looking at him with a gloomy face: "You have lived to the end." ”

After cooking Ma Lin, Shen Lang slashed down the oncoming minions who were in the way one by one, and went to find the other leader of Zhulu Mountain who had just been smashed off the steel gun.

"Jumping Tiger Chen Da, he hid without a gun, why don't you call it a jumping stream?"

A minions of the deer mountain splattered their brains, and Shen Lang shook the blade, his eyes searching for the disappeared figure.

Suddenly, in the crowd of scuffles, a steel knife stabbed him in the back.