The next day, the group of four left the town and headed east.

Passing by the foot of Wudang Mountain, they looked up at this Wudang Mountain, which is known as "the unparalleled victory of the ancient times, the first immortal mountain in the world", and couldn't help but yearn for it. It is said that Wudang Mountain has a peculiar mountain situation, a peak is optimus, all peaks are guarded, there is both the male of Mount Tai, and the danger of Huashan Mountain, the cliffs, deep streams, secluded caves, clear springs are dotted all over the place. According to legend, in ancient times, Xuanwu ascended here.

Liang Xing smiled and said, "Brother, why don't you go for a tour?"

The sisters and brothers looked at Yanshan with their eyes blank. They were born in the village, grew up in the village, and never left the village before, but they heard Uncle Zhang at the entrance of the village talk about the wonders and legends of Wudang Mountain.

Yan Shan shook his head with a wry smile and said softly, "There will be a chance." ”

The siblings were slightly disappointed, but still happy.

"Then I have to be the one who counts!" Liang Xing quipped.

"Definitely. Yan Shan replied casually.

After that, they continued on their way.

At noon, they passed through a wooded field. In a trance, there was a faint sound of shouting from the front.

Yan Shan and Liang Xing exchanged a look, and they immediately tacitly agreed. Yan Shan picked up Zhao Yan, Liang Xing picked up Zhao Rin, each unfolded their bodies, and disappeared into the woods.

On the official road, dozens of men in black surrounded the two carriages, menacing.

Eight attendants were armed with single knives, guarding the two carriages, their palms were already drenched in cold sweat, but their eyes were very determined.

A bearded man stepped forward and sneered: "Why, there are really people who are not afraid of death!"

The eight attendants unconsciously tightened their grips on the hilt of their knives a little more, ready to fight at any moment.

At this moment, the saber rattling is on the verge of exploding.

"Wait!" the voice was low and old, with a hint of majesty. Before the words fell, the sedan curtain was lifted, and an old man in brocade clothes stepped out of the carriage, holding a small wooden box in his arms. He looked at the bearded man and said in a deep voice: "There are three hundred taels of silver and one thousand five hundred taels of silver tickets here, and I hope that the good man will raise his noble hand!"

The bearded man smiled and said, "The old man is quite interesting. As he spoke, he winked at his men.

A man in black stepped forward, took the small wooden box, and opened it casually. Sure enough, there was a stack of silver tickets on top and two layers of cash silver below.

The bearded man glanced at the other carriage and said with a smile: "Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, accept the silver, and people can go." ”

The old man in Chinese clothes hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "Thank you for the hero!"

At this moment, someone said sharply: "Bold fanatics, dare to block the road and rob at the foot of Wudang Mountain!" When the sound arrived, a man in a green shirt suddenly arrived, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a Taoist mixed bun on his head, and his clothes were still swaying slightly.

The bearded man only felt a pang in his heart, but he was not flustered, and hurriedly said: "The little one has seen Li Shaoxia!"

The green-shirted Taoist priest said coldly: "You know me?"

The bearded man said with a smile: "On that day, Li Shaoxia and my eldest brother were drinking in the Drunken Moon Building, and the younger one was guarding the door. ”

The green-shirted Taoist priest groaned, "You are the brother of Big Brother Qin of the Black Dragon Gang?"

The bearded man hurriedly laughed and said, "The little one is exactly." ”

Hearing this, the old man in Chinese clothes couldn't help frowning slightly.

The green-shirted Taoist snorted coldly and said slowly: "Brother Qin has always been benevolent and righteous, but you are here to block the road and rob, it's really ......"

"Damn it!" the voice was low and angry.

Following the prestige, I saw a burly and majestic middle-aged man walking slowly.

"Big brother!"

"Brother Qin!"

The middle-aged man walked up to the bearded man with a gloomy face, and scolded angrily: "You shameful dog, you really don't know whether to live or die!" As he spoke, the big slap of the fan fell on the bearded man's face like raindrops.

The bearded man endured the pain, but he didn't dare to dodge.

The middle-aged man was ruthless enough, and there was a "crackling" sound, beating the bearded man to a blue nose and swollen face.

Seeing this situation, the old man in Chinese clothes breathed a sigh of relief.

Dozens of men in black froze in place, not daring to squeak.

The green-shirted Taoist priest sighed lightly and said slowly: "Brother Qin, spare him this time!"

"He dares to do such a thing, it's not a pity to die!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man grabbed a ghost-headed knife and slashed straight at the bearded man's neck.

The bearded man couldn't help but gasp, but he still didn't dare to dodge.

At this moment, a cyan figure flashed. The green-shirted Taoist priest had already grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist tightly and muttered: "Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, it is great to be good!

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, then shook his hand and threw the ghost head knife on the ground. He glared at the bearded man and said sharply: "If Brother Li hadn't interceded for you, I would have to kill you today!"

The bearded man hurriedly bowed deeply to the green-shirted Taoist priest, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you Li Shaoxia for not killing!"

The green-shirted Taoist priest did not speak, but nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man shouted angrily: "Don't get out of here yet!"

As soon as the bearded man waved his hand, dozens of men in black ran away.

At some point, the small wooden box was placed on the ground.

The middle-aged man picked up the small wooden box and handed it to the Taoist priest in the green shirt.

The Taoist priest in the green shirt walked in front of the old man in Chinese clothes, saluted slightly, and said, "The old man is frightened!" As he spoke, he handed over the small wooden box.

The old man in Chinese clothes hurriedly said: "This silver was given to you by the little old man, how can you take it back?"

The green-shirted Taoist priest smiled indifferently and said slowly: "Old man, Brother Qin's righteousness is thin and cloudy, with him, you can put your heart in your stomach." ”

The old man in the Chinese costume reluctantly took the small wooden box, as if he still had something to say, but it was difficult to speak.

The green-shirted Taoist priest had already turned around, completely unaware of the look on the face of the old man in Chinese clothes. He looked at the middle-aged man and laughed loudly: "Brother Qin, today's junior brother is the east, or Drunken Moon Tower, our brothers will not return if they are not drunk!"

"Then the big brother is respectful, it is better to obey his fate!"

As they spoke, the two of them had already strode away.

In a dense forest, Liang Xing said softly: "This surnamed Qin is a man. ”

Yan Shan's brows were furrowed, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Seeing that Yan Shan didn't speak, Zhao Yan called softly: "Uncle." ”

Yan Shan woke up like a dream, smiled awkwardly, and said casually: "We should also go." ”

Since the old man in Chinese clothes had his back to the four people, none of them saw the expression on the face of the old man in Chinese clothes. Perhaps, some tragedies are destined to happen.

The old man in the costume looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Turn around and go back!"

"Yes!" the eight attendants did not hesitate and immediately pulled their horses and turned around.

At this time, a slender jade hand lifted the curtain on the other carriage, and a delicate young lady poked her head out and said coquettishly: "Daddy, aren't we going back to Xiangyang?"

The old man in Chinese clothes muttered: "Yin'er, take care of your mother, and talk about it when you get out of this forest." ”

The young lady smiled and said coquettishly: "Daddy, Yin'er will definitely take care of her mother." In her opinion, as long as her father is there, the sky will not fall.

After that, the two carriages sped away despite the bumps. Eight retinues ran desperately, following closely behind the carriage.