Black Tiger Village on Taihang Mountain, Juyi Hall.

Several pine oil torches were inserted into the wall, which crackled and illuminated the huge hall.

Meng Yishan, the owner of the big village with a scar on his face and eight feet tall, sat on a bearskin chair, with a jar of Fen wine in front of him, half-cooked lamb meat, the robber leader did not use a bowl, copied the wine jar, and then picked up a piece of fat and tender roast lamb leg to bite hard, and munched on the case, very fast and beautiful.

There was a gray-clothed little minions standing below, watching the owner of the village feasting, his throat rolled and swallowed and spit, and smiled with a smile: "The owner of the village!" The little one who found out the news of a fat sheep, can he beg for a bowl of wine to drink? ”

"You're rewarded!" As soon as he heard that there was a business coming to the door, the owner of Meng Dazhai was very happy in his heart, and immediately pushed the wine jar over.

"Thank you." The little minions took the wine with both hands and said: "The spies in the city said that the ancient prefect of Luoyang will return to his hometown after leaving office, and he will pass here tomorrow, there are twelve horse-drawn carriages, and he may have brought a lot of gold and silver."

"There are many cages for birds! The county official who robbed it last time was full of books, and half a satin was eaten by insects, and the poor and sour old man couldn't bear it when he saw it. ”

Meng Yishan patted the chair and said, "Go down and take a look, are there many guards in this prefect's team, and the ruts are not deep?" Really robbed the treasure, the whole village will be rewarded! ”

The little minions hesitated a little and said, "That prefect is not a small official, if it is robbed by us...... What should I do if the officers and troops surround the mountain? ”

Meng Yishan stood up suddenly, and slapped the table, "Bird prefect!" The emperor also robbed! Hurry up and keep an eye on Lao Tzu down the mountain, if you go to the fat sheep, watch your head! ”

Meng Yishan, who was bent on catching fat sheep to do business, was twenty-seven years old, originally a hunter under Taihang Mountain, tall and broad-shouldered, and extremely powerful, because of the dispute between the tax and the official, he simply cut down the public with a knife, gathered a group of outlaws to make trouble for the county government, went up the mountain to build a black tiger village, and became the leader of the boss.

In less than two years, he made a name for himself in the green forest with his courage and ferocious means, and took a hundred and ten brothers to cross the state and county on weekdays, robbed large households, and lived a very happy life of lawlessness.

This time, the prefect of Luoyang stepped down, and I don't know how much money he looted, how could the owner of Meng Dazhai let it go easily.

At the same time, at the southern foot of Taihang Mountain in late autumn, three Taoists came at this time, wearing azure robes, with pine striped ancient swords hanging on their waists, and walked slowly towards the mountain road.

The young Taoist priest who took the lead looked a little handsome, and turned around and complained: "This ghost place, there is a shadow of a cottage?" ”

The two Taoist priests in the back were in the prime of life, and their steps were not hurried or slow, walking on this steep mountain road, like a leisurely stroll, and one of the horse-faced Taoist priests replied: "Qingyun, just move forward, the informant said that this Mengyi Mountain is to resist the officers and soldiers, and the stockade is tied to the dangerous peak at the southern foothills, and there is no mistake!" ”

The Taoist priest named Qingyun was not very satisfied with this answer, and muttered as he walked: "What kind of Black Tiger Village?" Poor mountains and bad waters! Let's do chivalrous righteousness, I think we should go to some Tongdu Dayi, there are many strong bullies, and they are famous quickly! ”

Before the horse-faced Taoist priest could reply, a Taoist next to him who looked loyal and honest immediately reprimanded: "Shut up!" Senior Brother Qingsong's plans are all far-sighted, and he sees thousands of miles, you are a hairy boy, and you dare to contradict it! ”

There was discord between the two junior disciples, and the horse-faced Taoist priest saw it all in his eyes, and said to the young Taoist Qingyun with a deep face: "Senior brother Qingyun, our Wudang Mountain is the Xuanyue of Emperor Chengzu's edict, not a hero of the rivers and lakes. If something happens, wouldn't it be waiting for the imperial court to hold a few ancestors accountable? ”

The Taoist priest with a loyal face echoed: "What Senior Brother Qingsong said is that young people must have brains in doing things, don't think that they have courage and enthusiasm. ”

The "brainless" Qingyun was unconvinced, and said angrily to the loyal and honest Taoist: "Qingxi, you are a martial artist who is ashamed of what you can do except pat yourself, a Xuanyang Sutra has not entered the door for half a year, and the Taoist master is ashamed of you!" ”

The simple-looking Taoist Qingxi was not excited, and his expression was free to hide on the side of the horse-faced Taoist Qingsong, and the Qingsong was really angry, his eyes were cold, and he said: "Presumptuous!" ”

The sleeves of the horse-faced Taoist priest's robe flicked, "I don't care what grievances you two have, and I will solve them by myself later." You remember, the bandit leader surnamed Meng must be captured alive, and the county has invited a reward of three hundred taels of silver, so you must not be negligent! ”

The two factions of Shaolin and Wudang jointly hold the bull's ear of martial arts. The high-ranking Taoist elders of Wudang also have to eat, and the regular clothes of the four seasons and the incense in the Golden Palace of Taihe Palace all cost money. Clearing out bandits, but it is a rare extra income for the Taoist chiefs.

Qingxi didn't care about digging a pit for the fool at this time, and said excitedly: "Three hundred taels? That's a lot! ”

The horse-faced Taoist priest nodded and said, "Contacting the poor Dao to suppress the bandits, add another eighty taels to the fast class to catch the head, and clean up the bandits, but it is related to his performance appraisal this year!" "Black Tiger Village and Mengyi Mountain are already a scar on the ground, and the local government is eager to get rid of them as soon as possible.

Meng Yishan leaned back on the chair, waiting for the fat sheep to wait anxiously, but suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and the gray-clothed minions who had just been sent out ran in sweating, and when they arrived in the hall, they bowed down and gasped: "The owner of the village, there are three Taoist priests outside!" ”

The master of Meng Dazhai gave Na Luo a mouthful, and shouted angrily: "I'll let you probe the fat sheep!" What is there to grab in the old way, what is the difference between traveling all day and calling Huazi! ”

The little minions cried and said, "No, it's the Taoist priest who wants to rob us!" ”

Lord Meng Zhai was a little stunned, and asked again, "What did you say?" ”

The little minions repeated: "What kind of Wudang sect are they, saying that they want you to hand over the ill-gotten gains over the years. What kind of father is tied? ”

"The owner of the village, these three Taoists are so fierce, Wudang is a cottage there?"

Crash! The furious Meng Yishan lifted the table with one hand, Meng Yishan knew that Wudang Daoist was difficult to provoke, muttered for a while, and ordered the little minions: "Let those three people in, tell everyone not to rob the prefect today, give me all the swords and axes, and ambush them on both sides of the hall...... Cut down three miscellaneous knives! ”

The henchmen went down to stop everything arranged, Meng Yishan also equipped his blades, and the three Taoists of Wudang had already come to the Juyi Hall.

Qingsong Taoist took two steps forward, saluted Meng Yishan, and said: "But in front of the master of Meng Zhai, the Qingsong Taoist under Wudang came to visit with his junior brother!"

Seeing the three Taoist priests, Meng Yishan was angry, and said with a smile: "It's your grandfather, don't you three have long eyes, dare to come to my Black Tiger Village to make trouble!" ”

Qingsong was not angry, and persuaded Meng Yishan: "The lord of Meng Zhai has done many illegal acts here, and the local fathers and elders have been deeply violated.

His junior brother's innocent Qingxi said on the side: "Senior brother can even tolerate such mountain bandits, which really shows my Daomen's compassionate heart!" ”

Meng Yishan, the bandit leader, raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted: "Don't talk about birds, your grandfather can't understand!" ”

Qing Song looked at Meng Yishan's third-rate posture holding the knife, shook his head and smiled, and said to the two junior brothers: "The crops are in control!" ”

Before the lord of Dazhai got angry, Qingsong raised his breath, and flashed in front of Meng Yishan, flicked the sleeve of his left hand to the back of the knife, and broke the steel knife with a click, which frightened Meng Yishan into a daze!

Holding a half-cut knife and pestle there, Meng Yishan was shocked in his heart, "This old Taoist kung fu is too high, and he can break the steel knife with a wave of his sleeves......" Glimpsing Qingsong's gaze at his neck, the lord of the village couldn't help but shrink his head, he couldn't beat it, and he hurriedly took two steps back, and the lord of Meng Zhai shouted: "The martial arts of the miscellaneous Taoist are not bad, can you dare to fight in a group?" ”

Qingsong didn't speak, and Qingxi on the side mocked: "You have a wine bag and rice bag, it's useless to have a hundred!"

was so angry that Meng Yishan shouted: "I'll go to your ancestor!" He threw the knife at Qingxi, and shouted to both sides: "Pierce your hands, and surround them side by side!" Kill! ”

The lord of the village gave an order, and dozens of big men rushed out of the road on both sides, raising their swords and guns together, and greeted the three Taoist priests!

The green pine dodged sideways, dodged the broken blade, didn't look at the attacking bandits, drew a half circle with his left hand, and slapped three palms in a row, hitting the three thieves in front of him to vomit blood and fall softly, and the backhand was another palm, beating the thieves who wanted to sneak attack in the back to the ribs and lost their lives!

Qingxi's method of killing four people in a row is fast and ruthless, and it is the true trick of Wudang's palm method of yin and yang!

These bandits usually rob all directions, encounter encirclement and suppression and the officers and soldiers of the brigade are desperate, develop a fierce habit, scream in their mouths, dance the blade on the top, one person dies and then ten people, and the three Taoist priests are encircled in a chain, a fierce attack!

If you are an ordinary person, you would have lost your life a long time ago, but the three Taoist priests of Wudang are at ease with these thieves. Especially the Qingyun Taoist priest made the most ruthless moves, raised his eyebrows and sword out of the sheath, every time he made a sword, he would splash a blood flower, and the long sword would pick it up, and he would bring two screams, and he would kill the most people!

Blood rain flew, more and more thieves died on the ground, Meng Yishan was unscathed, he rushed forward several times, if it weren't for the three Taoists who coveted the reward of three hundred taels of silver, they would have killed him on the spot!

No matter how brave these bandits are, they are also living people made of meat, with the increasing number of casualties, the bandits in the Black Tiger Village can't stand it, and many brothers have died, but they haven't even cut off a tail finger.

I don't know who shouted, more than a dozen people swords and guns went backwards, let go of their legs and feet and fled, and a group of thieves scattered in an uproar, all hating their father and mother for having two legs!

The morale of the people's hearts was completely dispersed, and no one listened to the orders of the lord of Meng Dazhai, and he could not suppress any ferocity in the face of his life. The more Meng Yishan shouted, the faster everyone ran, for fear of being caught up by those three Taoists.

The general trend has gone, and the master of Meng Dazhai wants to escape with the flow of people, but how do he know that his tall figure is particularly eye-catching among the group of thieves, and he was caught up by Qingsong and knocked over with a palm.

Qingsong struck Meng Yishan with a palm, and the master of Meng Zhai was like being struck by lightning, and his whole body was soft, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

The three Taoist priests did not bother to chase after the fleeing bandits.

grabbed a few slow runners, and threw them all to Meng Yishan's side, making a companion with their village owner.

The trees fell and scattered, and the thieves ran away.

Qingyun pointed the tip of his blood-stained sword at Meng Yishan's throat and looked at him proudly.

Qingxi on the side drank and asked, "Where do you hide all the gold and silver?" ”

Meng Dazhai said that Lao Tzu's cottage was over anyway, but his face was not lost, he closed his eyes, shook his head and said: "Hide a fart silver, no!" ”

Those minions were not firmly mouthed, and they rushed to answer: "Dao Ye spares his life, the little one knows!" ”

was so angry that Meng Yishan gritted his teeth and hated.

Qingxi took the initiative to drive a few minions, went to the cellar of the back village, and turned out all the money of Meng Yishan, three or two boxes of goods, and estimated that there were more than 100 taels, so that a few minions carried the cages back to the hall.

The horse-faced Taoist priest Qingsong saw the property, was satisfied, and said to the two junior disciples: "Okay, this time is considered a complete merit, first go down the mountain together, and then send the thief surnamed Meng to the yamen." ”

The dead pig of the master of Dazhai is not afraid of boiling water, and he greeted the eighteenth generation ancestor of the three Taoist priests when he opened his mouth, Qingyun waved his hand, slapped the sword heavily on Meng Yishan's teeth, stopped him, and said to Qingsong: "Senior brother, let's go!" ”

The three Taoists ordered the gold and silver goods, and took a few thieves to go down the mountain, and when they left, the simple-faced Taoist priest Qingxi came up with an idea: "This cottage should be burned, and it will be occupied by the thieves in the future, wouldn't it be beautiful." ”

After the killing, the black tiger village turned into flying ashes, and Meng Yishan, who was pushed and walked on the mountain road, held a grudge to the extreme, looking back at the rising flames and black smoke pillars on the top of the mountain while walking.

Lao Meng is not a character of Anfen, he knows that if he can't escape in the mountains, he will be escorted to the county to pass the court, and he must die in the official mansion! Meng Yishan, who was born in Orion, was very familiar with the Taihang Mountain, and he had already made up his mind, and he was silent and speechless, just walking, and the three Taoist masters were not afraid of him playing tricks.

Walking to a mountainside called Chaoshi Slope, the master of Meng Zhai deliberately stopped and said to the three Taoist priests: "Call Liu Qi, I have something to say." The Liu Qi he was referring to was the henchman. narrowly escaped with his life, and he also followed in the team descending the mountain.

Qingsong frowned, and listened to Meng Yishan: "Lao Tzu will explain the future to him." Otherwise, no one will burn the paper after death! ”

This reason is very powerful, not to mention that in the eyes of the three Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain, Lao Meng is already a dead man, and the matter of "the dead are great", you might as well let him explain it.

Liu Qi didn't know what the owner of the village had to explain in his heart, and he was not very respectful, so he walked to Meng Yishan's side in two steps, and listened to the last words of the owner of the village for the last time.

Meng Yishan turned half of his body and said, "Brother, ......", suddenly hugged Liu Qi, shouted, and rolled down the Baizhang cliff below with Liu Qi.

Qingsong probed his hand and copied it, only tearing off a piece of Meng Yishan's clothes. But the people didn't catch it, and the lord of Dazhai and Liu Qi rolled over the hillside in a group, rolling down without a trace.

Qingxi was so hateful that he stomped his feet again and again, and felt distressed that three hundred taels of silver had flown away! didn't dare to complain that the senior brother didn't catch it, pointed to Qingyun's nose and said that he was not strict in his vigilance, so he let the thief escape.

Qingyun brushed out the loose sword on his waist and scolded Qingxi: "Fart! ”

Daoist Qingsong sighed, waved his hand and snatched the sword, returned it to the scabbard, threw it aside and said to the two: "Enough, the three of us didn't put him in our eyes, so we neglected to take care of him." Fortunately, this wingman's martial arts are low, and he can't do a big harm. ”

Qingyun picked up the sword, still angry, a little angry.

Qingxi really felt sorry for the silver, but his mind was also turning fast, and he had already begun to look for a tall stand-in who looked a little like the owner of the Black Tiger Village among the remaining bandits. It's the same to get a Xibei to give to the county.

The surviving minions carried the cage sundries, escorted down the mountain by the Wudang Dao Chief, this time the bandits, a complete victory, the fly in the ointment is to go to the thief head Meng Yishan.