The scholar was so brave and fearless, the rest of the thief group immediately looked at each other, but the "knight" Lu Wei, the ranger Liu Qiao, and the assassin Jing Nanzhi, who accepted the villagers' request, exchanged glances with each other, and when they saw the eagerness in each other's eyes, they all shouted in unison and rushed forward.

With this leader of the four people taking the lead, half a hundred villagers immediately saw the benefits, clutched the pitchforks, sickles, hoes and other farm tools in their hands, mustered up the little courage they had left, and rushed towards the Black Wind Village where the main gate fell.

The bamboo arrows shot from the left and right walls are neither capable nor accurate, even if they hit a few people in the big luck, in the surging offensive, they are like rain falling into the river, and even the water splash can't splash.

Lu Wei, the knight who came first, rushed towards the place where there were more bandits, and he was good at stabbing with horsepower, even the elite of Black Wind Village couldn't resist it, let alone other people who did nothing.

The spear formation composed of more than 30 people had no power to resist at all, and was completely pierced by a simple charge by this nobleman, and the formation collapsed on the spot, and it could no longer organize the determination to resist head-on.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that under the chaotic battle, it was inevitable that there would be accidental injuries, so he held a rusty iron sword and followed the ranger Liu Qiao to rush to the wall to deal with the archers who were already in turmoil.

He concentrated on protecting the back of the ranger Liu Qiao, and from time to time he shot to resist and remove the hidden arrows, avoiding the injury of this Yan Zhao Haojie several times, and the two formed a tacit understanding after a few times.

Only Jing Nanzhi, who was determined to become a legendary assassin such as Jing Ke and Yaoli, rarely encountered the opportunity to kill people at will, so he tested the assassination technique he had cultivated on the bandits in Heifeng Village.

Since most of the elite backbones were killed by Ye Zhiqiu, this county-level assassin who has not yet officially debuted, the target prey selected by him is a third-rate person with ordinary martial arts, which shows his cleverness, or it can also be said to be his cunning nature.

The person who could have been stabbed to death with a single knife fell into the hands of Jing Nanzhi, but he had to use more than a dozen knives, and his chest and back were full of non-fatal wounds, obviously not killed, but the blood in his body dried up and was emptied.

Ye Zhiqiu took the time to glance at it, and immediately understood the assassin's methods, and couldn't help but shake his head lightly: "The assassination methods are so brutal, I have to stay away from him." ”

The scholar looked disgusted with the county-level assassins, but he didn't know that other people looked at him and felt the same way, after all, everyone in the thief group witnessed Ye Zhiqiu use strange arts to break the famous Black Wind Village, and the honorific title of a leftist man must be indispensable.

After all, the Yellow Turban Rebellion has only subsided for a few years, the Sanyuan crape myrtle starlight is dim and bright, the situation of the Han family at this time is stormy, and the princes of various states and regions have risen strongly with the help of exterminating the Yellow Turban Army.

Especially in the frontier areas where the law was not respected, the barbarian wild gods broke free from the shackles, and in order to seek blood and food nourishment, they instigated the barbarians to raise troops and rebel, and repeatedly tried to devour and encroach on the territory of the Yan and Han Dynasties.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that under the internal and external troubles, the real troubled times are coming.

The Daoist people of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, and the Qi Refiners of the overseas islands, all began to operate in secret. Or choose a disciple to teach Taoism and magic, form a love for incense, or become a pseudonym and become a staff member of the princes in various places, and even the generals in the army and the officials under his rule, all for the purpose of betting and investing, looking forward to one day finding the true dragon of the Mandate of Heaven, so as to help the dragon court and break through the barrier.

As a result, the Taoist monks who were not common in the past had traces of the Dharma passed out from time to time, among which the side door and left the Dao were the most, after all, the origin school was the most, with a total of one hundred and eight.

On the contrary, it is the righteous path of the great sect Ding is thin, Kunlun Yuxu only has twelve veins, and overseas Penglai is only five great avenues, but they are all beheaded three corpses, and the avenue of immortality can be proven, but it is a pity that the threshold is very high, and the requirements for the roots, understanding, and talent of the disciples are extremely harsh, which eliminates the possibility of indiscriminate filling.

After Ye Zhiqiu knew the background of these times, he was stunned for a long time before returning to normal, always thinking about his life, the autumn of grass and trees, if he could cultivate and live forever, it would not be in vain to come and become a human in two lives. Since the path of the Xuanmen Righteous Path could not be followed, he made up his mind to be a left-handed man who was proficient in all kinds of strange arts.

Fortunately, Ye Zhiqiu crossed the self-contained system, not only had an unforgettable memory, but also had the talent of yin and yang eyes to see the netherworld, and learned several left path techniques by chance, although they belonged to different source flow sects, they did not conflict with each other, got along harmoniously, and did not disturb the qi in his body.

The Black Wind Village, which was a disaster, was completely destroyed in only three hours under the attack of the thief group, and the bandit leader Zhang Hei Niu and the die-hard backbone in the village were all killed by Ye Zhiqiu.

For the request of this scholar, not to mention the main owner who suffered from bandits, even the arrogant "knight" Lu Wei, the ranger Liu Qiao and the assassin Jing Nanzhi could not say anything against it.

After all, Heifeng Village is pressed by the prohibition of the substitution of things, preventing all the bandits in the village from escaping, even if someone forcibly breaks through, they will be trapped by the "ghost hitting the wall" arranged by the fierce ghosts, and all this is not without a price.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the overall situation had been decided, and the villagers were cleaning up the battlefield and collecting the stolen family property, so he killed several leaders of the Black Wind Village, and beckoned the fierce ghosts nearby to come over and absorb the flesh and blood essence of these people. One is that he got blood food, which can dissipate part of his grievances, but the other is to give Zhang Heiniu and others a retribution, teaching them that they can't even be ghosts, so that they can vent this hatred.

Ranger Liu Qiao's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the corpse of the bandit in Heifeng Village, he quickly dehydrated and dried up in the black mist, and he saw the looming ghost with his own eyes, and his distorted face returned to normal, and his perception of Ye Zhiqiu, a man of the left way, was much better.

In addition, not long ago, the two tacitly cooperated to eliminate the archers on the walled wall in one fell swoop, and Yan Zhao, who was bold and unruly by nature, couldn't help but look at Ye Zhiqiu with admiration.

There are not only robbers who loot for a living in the Black Wind Village, but also the villagers who were forcibly taken up the mountain by them and are responsible for farming and breeding, most of them are nearby villagers, and the scene of recognizing relatives and relatives occurs from time to time, often a few people hug their heads and cry, laugh and scold, and talk about their own suffering.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't pay much attention to these, he personally sent away the fierce ghosts from the underworld, and then lifted the ban on the substitution of fingers, and quietly dispersed the nightmare prayers that were secretly arranged.

The smoke of the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and the biting cold wind that makes people can't help but shiver disappears like melting snow in the spring sun, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changes greatly.

Ye Zhiqiu did not refuse the gold and silver goods seized in the Black Wind Village, but the "knight" Lu Wei was the master and gave him the largest share, which was really a lot.

"Money is something outside of the body, as long as it is enough. There is nothing appreciable in the Black Wind Village, only the bandit leader Zhang Heiniu's sidearm is a bit mysterious, and the blood is faintly formed, and it seems to have become a murderer, so it is better to hand it over to me to refine it. ”

After saying that, he took out the pile of goods that had been given to him, picked out the gold coins, and pushed them to the nobleman with the highest status among all the people present.

Four people who have known each other for a long time, due to fate, accepted the request of the villagers, became the leader of the thief group, and conquered the Black Wind Village that was the party of the disaster, among which Ye Zhiqiu, the scholar in charge, contributed the most and received the most share, and others had nothing to say, but now seeing his actions of light wealth and righteousness, he has a bit of a sense of relief for the poor, and his chivalrous and righteous temperament immediately won the favor of the ranger Liu Qiao and others.

The other villagers of the thief group couldn't help but praise each other, after all, a large part of the goods seized by Heifeng Village came from their savings.

After Ye Zhiqiu got what he wanted, he lifted the Ghost Head Fire Swallowing Thick Back Knife, the sidearm of the bandit leader Zhang Heiniu, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, and after playing for a while, there was no result, so he used a trick, with the help of the cover of his sleeve, and threw it into the "six-grid backpack" of the system.

A good big knife disappeared out of thin air, and everyone else felt incredible, but Ye Zhiqiu's identity as a left-handed scholar who was good at magic dispelled most people's hesitation.

Especially the "knight" Lu Wei, who secretly concluded in his heart that the scholar who had known him for a short time might have learned the skills of the Thirty-six Tiangang, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"I've never heard of a Taoist monk who can have both the Heavenly and Earth Bloodlines, perhaps because of my loneliness. ”

At the same time, after the ghost head devouring fire thick-backed knife was thrown into the "six-grid backpack" by Ye Zhiqiu, the system spontaneously identified it and began to digitize it.

"Well, the dual attributes of sharpness and armor-piercing, and it's also a +2 weapon, my luck is really good, but it's a pity that the conditions for equipping this weapon are very high, especially the requirements for strength, it turns out to be 14 points of strength! ”

"Hey! The Black Wind Village has been wiped out, and the system has turned on its prestige. I'm afraid that this kind of county-level local bandit will not be effective if it goes beyond the boundary, and I don't have any expectations. ”

Ye Zhiqiu put away his excess emotion, and prepared to leave quietly when everyone was not paying attention, and continued to embark on a journey to travel in all directions.

"The Yellow Turban Rebellion is just the beginning, the real troubled times are coming, and I must prepare for it in advance. After all, after all, after the end of the troubled times, there will be a share of Uncle Liu Huang in the Three Kingdoms, which can be regarded as a good object for investment and betting. ”

After making up his mind, Ye Zhiqiu didn't share it with others, and even hid the ranger Liu Qiao, who was a good friend in private, quietly withdrew, put on the fluttering bookcase on his back, let go of the cloth towel that shaded the sun, and walked alone in the deserted mountain forest, humming a little song happily, and strolling towards the next destination.

"Uncle Liuhuang, I'm here!"