"Drive!"

The slow and heavy sound of hooves echoed on the official road in the middle of the night, and the heavy weight caused the vehicle pulled by the old horse into a deep rut.

Except for the first car with a roof, the other three cars were all flatbed trucks, and next to each truck was a runner who was guarding the car, each of whom was tired and numb, and his eyes were inertial and mechanically scanning around.

"Yawn—"

A small head popped out of the window of the head car, his eyes were ignorant, and his little face was full of a look of not waking up, and he reached out and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "Uncle Kun, what time is it?"

The old coachman who was driving the car opened his eyes slightly and turned his head: "Little master, it's already the second half of the night, you can sleep for a while." ”

The little guy pouted boredly: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, I have slept all the way for the rest of my life, I knew that the car was so boring, so I didn't ask my father to let me out." ”

The old coachman, who was called Uncle Kun by the little guy, smiled hoarsely: "This way, it's a little boring. ”

"Really, right?" The little guy got out of the front of the car and wrapped himself in the curtain and came to the old coachman's side: "Uncle Kun, Uncle Kun, otherwise, you can tell me another story? That Wolong Mountain is surrounded by so many heroes in the rivers and lakes, and it stands to reason that there is no way to live, but now there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Tibetan Soldiers Gate is going to open the mountain and make a comeback?"

Uncle Kun smiled: "This later, ah......"

"Kun Ye. ”

Just as one old and one young were about to start a lecture and one to listen, a tired voice sounded by the side of the carriage, interrupting the interaction between the old and the young.

"Huh?" the old coachman squinted: "Oh, Li Darttou, what's wrong?

The attitude is cold, the tone is cold, there is no human touch at all, and the interaction with the little young master next to him is completely two people.

Secretly gritting his teeth, Li Dart lowered his head and arched his hand: "Master Kun, the brothers have been following the carriage for almost three days, do you want to find a place to rest?"

"Rest?"

Kun Ye, who originally had a cold attitude, said in a colder tone: "Do you know how many hours you have to rest, how much you have to delay my trip, and when the time comes, you will be responsible? ”

Li Darttou originally wanted to say something, but when he heard the word heavy gold, the original words choked in his mouth, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, so he couldn't speak.

The little young master looked at Li Dart's head, whose face changed, and then turned his head to look at the rickety executioner who was following the convoy behind him, and stretched out his hand from the curtain wrapped around his body and pulled the old coachman: "Uncle Kun, I'm not feeling well." ”

Hearing the little young master say that he was not feeling well, the old coachman hurriedly turned his head and looked nervous: "Little young master, what's wrong with you? are you hungry?"

Saying that, the old coachman stopped the old horse, trotted to the back of the carriage with a dexterous skill that did not match his appearance, took out the heavy fur coat, and came back to wrap his little master, who was wrapped in a thick coat The little young master tried hard to drill out of the small face from the layers of wrapping, and saw that Li Darthead was still by his side, and said: "Li Darthead, you have traveled south and north to see a lot of knowledge, do you know where there is a place to rest nearby? This way the carriage is so bumpy that I am about to fall apart." Saying that, the little guy made a bitter face, looking like he was going to faint at any time.

Seeing this, the old coachman turned his head and said coldly to Li Darthead: "Didn't you call yourself the king of darts when you took the dart? Did you hear the words of my little master?"

Seeing this, Li Darttou frowned, but shook his head: "I suggest resting in place." ”

The old coachman frowned when he heard this: "Why is this?"

"It's a black shop. ”

......

This mountain is called Hopeless Mountain, on the one hand, because there is a village of bandits on this mountain, and these guys take darts and goods, kill people and set fire...... Oh, these guys are strictly forbidden to set fire in order not to be burned by the mountain fire, in short, Hopeless Mountain means that the people who come to this mountain undoubtedly have no hope of going back.

At the top of the hill, a three-story inn stands here, and the dim candlelight can be seen through the windows.

With the sound of heavy horses' hooves, the dart carts dragging heavy goods finally stopped at the door of this inn, and the old horse was panting very much, obviously this mountain road was not easy to walk.

The little young master jumped out of the carriage and stretched his body hard: "It's finally here." After saying that, he touched his arm in fear, pressed it slightly through his clothes, grinning in pain, and he didn't have to think about it, the little guy knew that his place must have been bruised.

On the way up the mountain, due to the complicated road conditions, the carriage almost overturned.

Li Darttou muttered: "So I said don't go up the mountain......"

"Yes, it's finally here. The old coachman glanced at Li Dart's head fiercely: "But you didn't tell me that the mountain road is so complicated." ”

Li Dangtou rolled his eyes: This is a thief's nest, and the thieves choose the village to find a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so it's strange to go.

"I didn't expect to be here. A runner came over panting: "I've checked it, and there are a lot of goods." ”

Several executioners also walked over with difficulty, nodded their heads and confirmed that the goods they were responsible for were not bad at all, and by the way, they talked to each other and complained: "This broken road is difficult to walk in the morning, and it is unrealistic to catch the car at night." "The horse I was in charge of almost broke his hoof. "That old thing might let you drag the dart cart up the hill instead of a horse. ”

After parking the carriage, the old coachman turned over and got out of the car, hammered his waist, and when he passed in front of Li Darttou and the executioners, he glanced at Li Darthead again, and tapped Li Dart's chest with his finger: "You have to be grateful to me, if it weren't for my driving technology, the convoy would have lost a horse, and then you would have dragged the carriage up and climbed up." ”

Without looking back, he walked towards his little master.

"You ......!" one of the executioners was about to rush forward with his fist, but he quickly carried the other executioner and grabbed him: "Don't be impulsive! Do you want to let our previous hard work go to waste!"

"Huh?" Sensing the movement behind him, the old coachman turned his head to look at them: "What, you want to do it?"

Li Dart strangled the neck of the excited executioner and forced a smile: "It's okay, the brothers are having fun." ”

"Hmm...... It seems that you still have a lot of strength, and you were tired like that before, all of which were pretended?" said the old coachman and shook his head: "I have to mention this matter to the old man when I go back, I have long said that I don't want to invite these third-rate dart games, how good it is to directly invite the downwind dart game, and it is much easier to worry......"

The executioner, who had been forced to calm down by Li Darthead, also stopped struggling, and he remembered that once the old guy in front of him complained to the dart board, then they would have been paid at least three-quarters less.

Along the way, the executioners endured the bitter and indifferent stinginess of the old coachman, for nothing else, for the unimaginable reward, with which their own dart game could survive in the increasingly dangerous dart game competition environment for a few more years.

"Damn, I bet this old thing went up the mountain because he heard that this inn was a black shop, and this old thing had the idea of eating black and black, thinking that it wouldn't cost a penny, let's kill this gang of thieves and enjoy the night before going on the road without spending a penny. ”

The executioner read the last sentence fiercely, and tightened the weapon in his hand.

The little guy ran to the gate of the inn, pointed to the two extinguished lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate and turned his head to look at the old coachman: "Uncle Kun, why don't you light the lights at the door of this inn?" As he spoke, he took the little master back to the car with a puzzled expression, and glanced at Li Darttou before getting into the car: "Knock on the door a little bit." ”

Li Dart Tou sighed: "I know." Saying that, he waved his hand: "Everyone is ready to knock on the door, remember to do it in a bit of proportion, some mountain bandits." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the closed door of the inn.

A dull sound echoed through the night mountains.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps behind the door of the inn, and several executioners glanced at each other, staring closely at the movement of the inn door, and tightened the weapons in their hands, lowered their bodies, and arched their backs like a big dragon, as long as the door opened, they could swarm in and control the situation of the inn for the first time.

"Who, there are also people in this wilderness at night?"

A young man's voice came from behind the door, and with the sound of the wooden bolt opening, Li Dart kicked the door with all his strength.

The original plan was that Li Dart kicked the door open, swung his sword to kill the thief who opened the door, and then the other executioners rushed in to kill, after all, the thief is a thief after all, no matter how sluggish the dart game is, it is more resourceful than these guys who eat mountain goods, and they are confident that their strength is enough to deal with a nest of bandits.

However......

In front of everyone's eyes, Li Dart's head stepped down, and the door did not move at all.

Li Dart didn't have time to think about it, thinking that someone behind him had resisted the door, followed by another kick, but this time the door still didn't move.

Everyone was shocked, although Li Dart's martial arts are not famous in the rivers and lakes, he can also rank among the first-class masters, and one foot is enough to kick a healthy adult bull head-on, but now these feet have not moved at all, how many people are hiding behind this door?

Li Darthead is even more frightened, as a person who kicked the door, Li Darthead felt as if he had kicked on a thick iron plate, and the soles of his feet were numb, but the door was not damaged at all, and the first foot of the ordinary wooden door had been torn apart.

Just when everyone was frightened, the door opened from the middle, and a chubby young man stared at Li Dart's head, frowning and dissatisfied: "No, the door is a little late, what kind of door to kick." ”

Li Darthead: "......"

Heavy Executioner: "......"

Whose inn door is open to the outside! Who designed this door! Come out to me! Do you want to do business anymore?

Oh, and forget it's a black shop.

Don't talk nonsense, Li Dart stepped forward with a kick, kicked the door frustrated before, this kick held his strength, he felt that this kick was smoother than the previous two feet, and the kick was more fierce, and the soles of his feet were kicked by the fat man at the door.

The other runners had already rushed up when Li Darthead kicked this kick, ignoring the fat young man standing at the door and rushing straight into the inn, in their opinion, this kid would definitely be abolished by his own dart.

They will never show mercy to these criminals!