The next day, Yang Zhi and Li Gon set off with a mule cart, left Bianliang, and headed to the northwest; Yan'an Prefecture belonged to the Yongxing Military Road, with Yanzhou, Fuzhou, Danzhou, and Fangzhou, and the famous ministers Pang Ji, Fan Yong, Han Qi, and Fan Zhongyan defending against the enemy here. Fighting one after another, the smoke of gunpowder does not disperse, it is the place where soldiers must fight, and it is the first big city in the northwest border of the Great Song Dynasty.

Bai Yu Mountain loess beams are continuous, the ravines are continuous, there is only one official road, the small saka of thousands of twists and turns are connected, the fort in the middle is called Bai Yu City, Yan'an must pass through the pass to the west again, the road is dangerous, there are ninety miles of road from Yan'an City. The small city is looming like an iron urn, one acre of land is so big, the city wall is six meters high, four meters thick, the north is close to the steep wall, the south is close to the cliff, it can be said that "one man is the pass, ten thousand people are not open", 50 officers and soldiers are stationed all the year round. Business travelers who come and go cannot stay overnight, but can only pass through the pass, and live in a village a few hundred meters away from the mountains on both sides.

The place where Yang Zhi and others rest is called Changping Village, turn into the small street of the village along the fork in the official road, the mud street is very short, the shops on both sides are very simple, the only bright signboard is the Dujia Inn on the street, next door to the inn is a department store and a sheep intestine restaurant that sells cheap goods, the front of the restaurant hall is the most lively place in the small street, the oil pot behind the hall bursts, making people feel home. Today, the dart team stayed at the Dujia Inn, and the sheep intestine hotel was crowded with people.

There are only four tables in the sheep intestine hotel, and Yang Zhi and his entourage sat on the two tables outside, with the coachman on the left and Yang Zhi and Li Gon on the right. There were three lonely travelers sitting on the table on the left inside, an old man with a bald rosacea nose was drinking with peanuts, a scholar with a sad face was in a daze with a wine jug, and a drunken strong man was lying on the table, making a murmur or two from time to time. The table on the right is much more harmonious, the lord, the lady, the son, and the housekeeper just sit at the same table, the dishes are very rich, and the wine is even better.

Dr. Jiu was a delicate man in his thirties, wearing a short coat, his eyes were a little red, and he was very busy. Sitting in the shop, everyone can clearly see the village not far away, more than 30 mud houses, thatched houses, and stone houses, scattered on the field roads of different heights, and the villagers walking around the small streets and villages. Li Gon drank the meager village brew and complained: "Shopkeeper Yang, don't take out your private wine yet, when you get to the ground, I'll buy you two barrels of good wine." ”

Yang Zhi said with a smile: "What mountain to sing what song, Li Gon, you can't stand it just after you get out of Yan'an City, tell you, the back is a sparsely populated place, since you have come to the Loess Plateau, you have to experience the local customs, you can't die if you drink a little less, and you have to hurry tomorrow." ”

The location of the sheep intestine hotel is limited, and there are many guests waiting outside the door, Yang Zhi and his entourage are just a small business, so they naturally have to go back to rest after eating as soon as possible. It can't be like a dart team or a big businessman, there are guys annoying below, and the big boss and the owner of the dart board have no scruples, and they can do whatever they want. Besides, the guests at several tables around him were too strange, Yang Zhi secretly signaled to pay attention to safety, and Li Gon saw it, pretending to be dissatisfied and drinking tea.

Just as he was laughing, Dr. Jiu came up with the food, Yang Zhi just stood up, knocked over the tray, and the dish spilled on the ground, Yang Zhi grabbed Dr. Wine with one hand, but he didn't grasp it, and a meteor hammer had already hit silently. It was the butler on the right table who hit this hammer, and his face that had been low in his voice turned cold and a little proud; the master, the lady, and the son also shot at the same time, pounced on Yang Zhi and Li Gon, but unfortunately Yang Zhi and Li Gon moved too fast.

The first to fall was the butler, the chain hammer was broken by Yang Zhi's sudden knife, and the hammer that folded back smashed the butler's head to pieces. Mrs. and Son both pinched Yang Zhi, the old man pounced on Li Gon, Shaolin King Kong fingers were indomitable, forcing Li Gon to take five steps back, the old man suddenly saw a flower in front of him, Li Gon lost his trace, and then felt a numbness in his left ribs, and a flying knife was inserted in his body, like hundreds of ants were biting, and he immediately felt that half of his body could not move.

After Mrs. and Son-in-law were forced to retreat by Yang Zhi's knife, Dr. Jiu quickly retreated to the kitchen, but he was unaware that a pair of chopsticks were inserted into his heart. Dr. Jiu's face changed drastically, and he looked at the bald old man in disbelief, and the old man said coldly: "The apprentice of the Demon Lord is nothing more than this, and the one who retreats from the battle dies, and it is the same for anyone. ”

The drunken strong man finally stood up and laughed: "I didn't think I needed to make a move today, but I didn't expect the sword breaking technique to reappear in the rivers and lakes, and it was a good move to defeat the knife, the people of Heming Peak in Shuzhong, plus the iron finger Xing Ke and the ghost Dao Xia Gu, didn't even survive a move and died, not bad, not bad." Yang Zhi, let me introduce to you, this is a hero who does not do evil, this is Zheng Chuang, a drunken scholar in Kongtong, my name is Zhang San, a Han Chinese. ”

When Yang Zhi and Li Gon heard this, their hearts suddenly sank. At the age of seventeen, Shi Dangdang burned his whole family in a fire, and his parents, brothers and sisters all died in this fire; he succeeded in learning art in Tianlongmen, and the first person to die in Shi Dangdang's hands was the head of Tianlongmen, and Shi Dangdang's master Du Quan, Du Quan failed to go through a hundred moves in the hands of his proud disciples; over the years, there were more than 30 masters of the rivers and lakes who died in Shi Dangdang's hands, each of whom was a well-known figure, and as for the little people and innocent people, I am afraid that even Shi Dangdang himself could not remember how many。

Drunken scholar Zheng Chuang, self-proclaimed to be a Kongtongmen man, brilliant resourcefulness, a set of iron fan kung fu alone in the rivers and lakes, is the right-hand man of the wild dragon Zhuo Li, once helped Zhuo Li outwitted the slot silver of Yan'an Sixth Road twice in a row; 。

However, Yang Zhi and Li Gon were still smiling, as if they had just heard something that had nothing to do with them, and both of them understood that there was no way out, and it was impossible to even escape, and anyone in the house could easily kill the guys who came with them. Yang Zhi took a step forward and said, "Zhang Daxia, you have such an advantage, why don't you shoot together?"

Zhang San laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect that there would be anyone in the world who dared to talk to me like this." Yang Zhi, just rush to this point, I promise you, as long as you win the competition, we will pat our butts and leave, just like a dream today. If you lose, it's a death, Yang Zhi, do you dare to agree?"

Yang Zhi smiled faintly and said: "Zhang Daxia is a promise, thank you first." According to Zhang Daxia's idea, we will win or lose for a while. ”