Heng Mountain, no shirt point platform.

This place is located between the peaks, but it is one of the few flat land in the Heng Mountain, according to legend, two hundred years ago, Zhao Xiangzi, the ancestor of Zhao State, then hid thousands of soldiers here, and then went north with his entourage to enter the Dai Kingdom, but suddenly made a difficult attack on the banquet, captured and killed his brother-in-law, the then Dai Guo Jun, and then sent troops from here to take the Dai Guo Land in one fell swoop.

Since then, this mountain valley hidden in the peaks has been called the Wuxian Point Jiangtai by the world, and has become an important stronghold of the Zhao army in the Heng Mountain, in order to guard the Heng Mountain passage from Taiyuan County to Dai County.

It's just that after the Zhao State completely lost Taiyuan County, the military village here was abandoned, and it has been more than ten years now.

But on an ordinary winter day, the quiet of winter was bid farewell between the flat valleys, and the forces from the four sides of Heifeng Village, White Tiger Village, Daliang Mountain, and Longshan Village gathered here, so that the once shirtless point soldier platform once again appeared a little bit of soldiering and killing.

"Let's talk less nonsense, we can gather here, it's just the money, now the Hu people in the forest, the Lou Fu Hu people have 100,000 gold goods in their hands, as long as they can capture their tribe, these goods belong to us, the only thing that needs to be discussed is how to divide the spoils after the matter is completed." The purple girl on the main seat changed her usual delicate posture of a woman, and she completely looked like a veteran bandit.

"There are a total of 800 soldiers and horses here, and there are 330 people in my Daliang Mountain alone, so it's not too much for us to divide 40%." As soon as the purple girl's voice fell, the great leader of Daliang Mountain had already spoken.

"If Daliang Mountain is divided into forty percent, my Longshan Cottage cannot be less than forty percent, we want four into one, if my Longshan Cottage is not as good as Daliang Mountain, wouldn't it make people feel that my Longshan Village is not as good as Daliang Mountain." The main road of the big village of Longshan Village.

"Little dragon head, what do you mean by this, I want forty percent of Daliang Mountain, and you want four percent of one, do you have to press our Daliang Mountain." The purple girl, the host, has not yet expressed her position, and the bandit leader of Daliang Mountain is no longer willing.

As the so-called one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, Daliang Mountain and Longshan Zhai as the largest in Heng Mountain, the two two villages with the strongest combat power, although there has never been a large-scale fire fight because of the fear of the strength of the other party, but the small friction on weekdays has never stopped, although it is not said that the power is not incompatible, but it is definitely disgusting to look at each other.

Especially the two cottages, one side is the Qin army's defeat, the other is the Zhao army's defeated army, and the grudge between the Qin army and the Zhao army can be said to be completely inherited by both sides.

Although the two cottages are now together because of the big business that is difficult to refuse, neither of them is convinced, and it can be said that they are trying their best to suppress each other.

"Please call me the Great Dragon's Head, the of Daliang Mountain." The leader of the Dragon Cottage said coldly.

"Little dragon head, Lao Tzu's name is Heifu, not a, and besides, Lao Tzu is not black at all." The self-proclaimed head of Daliang Mountain in Heifu said.

"I'm afraid I can't find one here, so I don't call you a." The big dragon head sneered, the best understanding of himself is either a confidant or an enemy, as an opponent, the big dragon head obviously knows more about Heifu than ordinary people.

"I said two, we are here to discuss important matters, not to let you come here to perform a puppet show." The purple girl patted the table in front of her and said loudly.

It's really tiring to explain to such a group of bandits, as if the louder the voice, the more reasonable, the so-called gentle voice and graceful demeanor are completely useless here.

But the people of Daliang Mountain and Longshan Cottage obviously didn't take the Purple Girl as the same thing, because of the existence of the White Tiger Village, they were willing to hand over the position of the speaker to the Purple Girl, but they only came like this, and if they wanted more preferential treatment, it was impossible, and the Black Wind Village had such a little strength.

"It's impossible to have four percent of Daliang Mountain, and it's impossible to have four percent of Longshan Cottage." Saying that her words were useless, the purple girl directly said something else.

Sure enough, as soon as Zi Nu's words fell, the two big talkers of Daliang Mountain and Longshanzhai stopped arguing, but looked at Zi Nu together, and there was already a fierce color in their eyes.

"You seem to have forgotten a little bit, those things are dead things, you want to exchange them for money, for the things you need, you still need my hand, without me, you can grab back a lump of iron lumps and." Facing a pair of unkind eyes, the purple girl said lightly.

"Then how do you say you should divide it?" Daliang Shan Heifu asked.

"Black Wind Village and White Tiger Village are divided equally with your Daliang Mountain and Longshan Village, and the remaining fifty percent is divided according to the number of heads taken by all parties." Yang Ming, who was standing behind the purple girl, walked out and said.

"I have no problem with the use of heads as the basis for sharing, and this is the case in the army." Heifu muttered, he was born in the Qin army, and he couldn't be more familiar with such a thing as judging merit with human heads.

"That's true, this is very reasonable, but why should Black Wind Village and White Tiger Village share that fifty percent equally with us?" The dragon head of the cottage questioned.

"We sent three hundred and twenty troops to Daliang Mountain, all of them are brave people, you Black Wind Village is only a hundred people, and they are all old and weak, the predecessors of White Tiger Village are powerful, but the number is too small." Hefu added.

"So, it's still a matter of strength." Yang Ming looked at the faces in the valley, where he didn't know, here, the most powerful thing was never the tongue, but the fist.

"Exactly, if you want to share fifty percent with us, you have to show the power to convince us." The big dragon head said.

At this time, some tacit understanding has been reached between Daliang Mountain and Longshan Village.

"Strength." Yang Ming groaned and walked to the side of the stone platform, where there stood a stone tablet more than two people high and two feet thick, the handwriting on it was difficult to see the original appearance due to weathering, but the body of the bluestone was still the hardest thing in the mountains.

"Back then, Zhao Xiangzi was in the second order, and then waved his army north, destroying the country in one fell swoop, and making the territory of Zhao enter the north in one fell swoop." Yang Ming stood in front of the stone monument, stretching out his palm to caress the cold stone wall.

"It's a pity that the world only remembers Zhao Xiangzi's great achievements in slaughtering the city and destroying the country, and who remembers the poor woman who was betrayed by her younger brother and killed her husband and son." Yang Ming's voice echoed in the valley, and a bleak story slowly unfolded in front of everyone in his narrative.

It was a poignant story, and when it was presented in front of everyone in its entirety, even these bandits who were licking blood from the knife couldn't help but show a sad look, who didn't have sisters and relatives.

And Heifu and Da Longtou's expressions looking at Yang Ming have become more dignified, in this era, not everyone can tell stories, especially the story about Zhao Xiangzi, how can such a secret be known by ordinary people, only everyone's children can be qualified to have the financial resources to have access to these things.

Only, why would he tell such a story?

In a pair of puzzled eyes, Yang Ming said slowly: "Now that Zhao Xiangzi has been an ancient man for more than a hundred years, this stone tablet he set up back then should also accompany him."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Ming summoned up the strength of his whole body, and his whole body was shrouded in black clouds in an instant, and the raging clouds were like flames, rising into the air, pulling the power of heaven and earth to converge between a pair of fleshy palms, turning into endless palms and striking on the indestructible stone tablet.

The fifth type of cloud cover the sun, attract the power of heaven and earth, and combine its own cloud qi, such as dark clouds going straight down, invincible.

This style is not the most powerful move that Yang Ming has mastered so far, but it is indeed the most mature and the most wild and domineering move.

The bluestone stele of the two people was cracked inch by inch under the huge force, and in a pair of shocked sights, the stele fell off and turned into stones scattered up and down the platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, am I worthy of a hundred people in this palm?" Yang Ming turned around slowly, looked at the faces on and off the stage, and said in a calm and clear voice.

The purple girl looked at the scene in front of her with burning eyes, and a jade palm subconsciously touched her heart, where under the softness, there was a throbbing heart.

"I was pretended by this kid again, why didn't I find out that he still has such a hobby." Realizing her throbbing, the purple girl hurriedly put down the palm on her chest, lowered her head and pouted, looking for a reason for her loss of consciousness at that moment.