Meng Gang stood up and walked in front of the old man.

"Do you want to measure wealth or fortune? The size of wealth has the length of life. The old man rolled his eyelids and asked.

"There is no need for wealth. Give me a life test."

"Are you going to test words, or are you drawing hexagrams?"

"It's not too early, just be simple, draw hexagrams."

The old man took out a folded note, opened the pigeon cage, and released a pigeon.

He handed the note in his hand to Meng Gang and asked him to shuffle the order again, and then approached the pigeon, who picked out six notes with a sharp beak.

"There are six hexagrams, each of which has a god, and the master has different auspicious and vicious spirits, also called six gods, so it takes six times to become a hexagram." The old man muttered as he took the note.

Then the old man unfolded the hexagrams one by one, reciting the words and explaining the hexagrams.

At the beginning, the five trigrams were all flat hexagrams, which were nothing more than clichés such as dressing more in the cold weather and guarding against villains behind their backs.

The last hexagram unfolded, he suddenly trembled his hands, looked up at Meng Gang, and didn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Meng Gang asked.

"This hexagram is not good, the main culprit!" The old man's mouth trembled.

"It's okay, just say it."

"Look at the hexagram, there is a door behind him, a person goes out, there is a river in front of the door, and there is a knife in the river." The old man said to Meng Gang with the hexagram.

"What do you mean?"

"The hexagram says that it is not easy for you to go out recently, and you will encounter a hurdle when you go out, and you want to cross this hurdle by yourself, but there is still a knife hidden in the kan. In the end, it is impossible to overcome the hurdles, and the knife cannot be avoided. What a murderer! At this, the old man's voice was full of fear.

Meng Gang smiled, didn't say anything more, stretched out his hand and threw him a copper coin, and sat back.

The night was uneventful, and as soon as it was dawn, Du Wenlin and the others got up to wash, and then came to the lobby to wait for dinner.

A bell rang, and the old fortune teller staggered from the guest room to the lobby, the pigeon cage behind him swaying from side to side with his body.

He did not sit down to eat, but slumped out of the hall, and the sound of bells and crutches on the ground continued to be heard, and the sound of the sound went farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the hazy morning mist.

After Jinan City, the terrain gradually rose to the south, and Meng Gang shouted to everyone:

"In front of us is the Bronze Mountain Grand Canyon, we must pass through the canyon, the terrain is more complicated, everyone must be spirited!"

Then he whispered to Du Wenlin:

"The old fortune teller last night was a little strange, and he seemed to be weak when he walked, but the crutches in his hand were very solid every time, and his eyes occasionally showed a compelling light. One of the most critical questions have you noticed? ”

Du Wenlin thought for a moment:

"There were two pigeons in the cage, and there was one left this morning."

"Yes, herein lies the problem. Where did that pigeon go? If he had sneaked out in the middle of the night, he would have searched the store this morning, but he didn't say a word. ”

"You mean he let the pigeon go on purpose?" Du Wenlin asked.

"It should be! Both pigeons are carrier pigeons, which are used exclusively to convey information. ”

"Looks like they're coming for us."

"Well, if something happens in the future, I may not be able to take care of you, so I'll let Zhang Qiang protect you. You were born as a scholar, and you have to do things such as writing reports, making suggestions, and handing over to the local government in the future. It's not as good as us big guys. Keep this away, and you can defend yourself when it's critical. As he spoke, he took out a dagger and handed it to Du Wenlin.

Meng Gang's concern made Du Wenlin grateful.

He felt that although Meng Gang seemed to be relatively indifferent, his character was indeed good, and he was a friend worth making.

The Bronze Mountain Grand Canyon belongs to the remnants of Mount Tai, the head of the five mountains in the south, extending to the north, and the mountains on both sides of the canyon are stacked on top of each other, lush and verdant.

Sandwiched between them is a canyon that twists and turns.

It is usually inaccessible, so it has also become a place for animals, birds and insects to live.

There are many rocks in the valley, and there are many places where you have to dismount.

Du Wenlin and his party entered the canyon and walked for about three or four miles, with an extremely narrow path in front of them and steep cliffs on both sides.

"Attention everyone!" Meng Gang said, taking the lead and entering the trail.

After walking less than 100 meters, I saw several large trees blocking the way on the road in front of me.

Meng Gang waved his hand, and everyone stopped.

On one side is a steep rock wall, with exposed bluestone and a hundred feet high.

On one side is a steep slope with lush trees.

Meng Gang waved his hand, and everyone dismounted, each looking for a hidden place to cover their bodies.

Du Wenlin looked at these people for a long time, because in such a terrain, what he was most afraid of was to put cold arrows down the mountain.

Meng Gang said to Du Wenlin:

"The trees on the road ahead were deliberately done to block our way, and it looks like there is going to be a bad fight today. I just observed that the stone wall on the left is too high and should not be dangerous. The danger comes from this wooded hillside on the right. It's not an option to always wait here, so I'll take the two of us up to have a look. ”

"Okay, stay safe."

Meng Gang took two of his subordinates and searched for them with knives and climbed up the hillside.

The uphill slope is covered with primeval trees, covering the sky and the sun, and it is indeed a good place for Tibetans.

Soon after the three of them entered the woods, there was a miserable scream, followed by the sound of weapons clashing and shouting.

It is clear that the trio met the enemy.

Since the enemy is prepared, his strength is definitely not weak, and he is afraid that the three of them will be difficult to deal with.

Du Wenlin turned back to the three people under Meng Gang and said:

"You three stay here to take care of the horses, and I'll take them up to meet them."

"Master Du, you better stay here, let's go up." Zhang Qiang was not at ease with this weak scholar.

"It's okay, everyone follow me, hurry up." As he spoke, he took the lead and ran up the hillside.

In the woods, Meng Gang and the three of them were surrounded by seven or eight people, one of whom was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, sitting on the ground with his hand covering his wound, and his brown clothes had been stained black with blood.

Meng Gang and another subordinate were struggling to hold on.

The seven or eight enemies were dressed in different costumes, but all of them covered their heads and faces with red hoods, revealing only their eyes and noses.

They also used different weapons, two with thick-backed machetes, three with swords, two with long-handled thin machetes, and one with steel whips.

The thick-backed machete was heavy, opening and closing, constantly slashing at the long knives of Meng Gang and the two. The other six people only occasionally reached out to hand their weapons to the circle and cooperated with the attack of the machete, and they did not mean to work together to eliminate the three people in the circle.

As soon as Du Wenlin saw the situation in the field, he guessed the intention of the other party, they wanted to introduce all the opponents in the canyon into the woods and kill them all.

No matter what the other party wants, it must be solved first.

In the blink of an eye, the five people he had brought with him had joined the warband.

Du Wenlin faced such a battle for the first time, and he didn't know how to participate in it, so he hesitated for a while while standing on the sidelines.

"Hahaha." The man with the thick-backed machete let out a loud laugh, seemingly excited by the success of the scheme.

The other person who made the machete suddenly raised his head and let out a wolf-like howl, and before the cry fell, seven or eight people with red scarves sprang out of the surrounding woods, each holding a weapon, and immediately surrounded Du Wenlin and them.

It was a premeditated interception, and it was a preparation to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop with superior forces.

Although they can't communicate verbally through the hood, it seems that after many drills, more than a dozen people cooperate tacitly, advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and have both offense and defense.

The machete slashes from the top down, the long sword takes advantage of the gap between the opponent's machetes and quickly stabs in, and the long knife specializes in the lower lane.

The factory guards are also battle-hardened, fearless in the face of superior enemies, using the formations that have been practiced together in peacetime, forming a phalanx, attacking and defending, and temporarily blocking the enemy's attack.

Du Wenlin and the wounded brother were surrounded by a large group of people, and there was no danger for a while.

The sixteen people dispatched by the other party today are all masters, and in their plan, the twelve people of the East Factory will not have a chance to survive under their siege.

At present, their plan should be no problem, because the enemy who was surrounded by the field has already been defeated, and another factory guard was stabbed in the right arm by a long sword, and the long knife fell to the ground.

The factory guard covered the wound with his left hand and retreated to the center of the circle.

Du Wenlin reached out and picked up the long knife, just straightened up, and a long sword stabbed directly at his chest, and Meng Gang next to him didn't have time to rescue, so he screamed in shock:

"Ahh

Du Wenlin's body had even felt the chill of the long sword, and the tip of the sword had already been close to his clothes.

A terrible scream rang out, and there was an arm holding a sword on the ground.

Blood was gushing from his arm, but he still clung to the hilt of his sword.

Most people didn't see how this arm was cut off, but Meng Gang could see it very clearly.

When the tip of the sword touched his body, Du Wenlin's feet did not move, he shook his upper body at an incredible speed, dodged the tip of the sword, and the long knife in his right hand slid upward, and in the blink of an eye, that arm fell to the ground.

The process is simple and crude, but it seems so strange to outsiders.

The man with the broken arm fell to the ground in pain and fainted, and the blood gushing from the broken arm was like a spring, and he couldn't live.

The other two sword-wielding people may have some special relationship with him, seeing that their companions were in such a miserable state, they abandoned their opponents, like two mad tigers, and the two swords stabbed at Du Wenlin one left and one right, as fast as lightning.

Meng Gang and the others were all entangled by their opponents, fighting hard, seeing the two long swords flashing cold and rushing towards Du Wenlin, but they couldn't do anything.

"Get out of the way!" Meng Gang shouted warning, and was almost cut in the arm by the machete in a distraction, but fortunately the machete was blocked by the hand next to him who stretched out his knife.

Meng Gang felt sad in his heart, and said that Du Wenlin's little brother was finished.

Two crisp metal cracking sounds sounded, and two foot-long sword heads flew out, one hitting a tree ten meters away, and the other into the left rib of the man who made the steel whip, deep into the tail of the sword.

With a scream, the man threw away the whip, covered the wound with his right hand, staggered out of the warband, and fell to the ground.

The two swordsmen whose sword heads were cut off clearly saw that the young man was unavoidable, and they had clearly seen that the double swords were about to stab his body, but in a flash of silver light, their two sword heads were gone, and they didn't see how the other party's sword was cut at all, and the figure of that person was no longer visible in front of them.

The other party used just an ordinary long knife, not so much that he cut off the head of the sword, but that he broke the head of the sword with lightning speed and great strength.

They came diagonally, but the opposite side lost the enemy, so the bodies of the two of them collided fiercely, and they were dizzy.

They didn't even see what had just happened, and they froze there with their half-truncated swords in their hands.

The people who were surrounded by the circle saw that Du Wenlin was so powerful, and they all had courage in an instant, shouted, and bravely rushed to kill.

The people outside the circle saw Du Wenlin seriously injure his two accomplices in a gesture, and they were also scared silly, everyone had cowardice in their hearts, and the offensive slowed down.

The man who made the machete made another whistling, this time more sharply, and the remaining accomplices, urged by the whistling, immediately regained their spirits and began a new round of siege.

The two swordsmen who made the sword could no longer fight because they had broken their weapons, so they silently retreated outside the circle, staring at Du Wenlin through the hood, with fear in their eyes, as if they saw death coming.

The battle continued, screams, screams, screams, noise.

Each has a fire in their eyes, as if they want to burn each other with the flames of rage.

The wind was blowing, and the wind carried the fallen leaves across the battlefield and whistled towards the valley floor.