Fifty miles to the east of Mengyue City, there is a hill that is not high.

On the top of the mountain, there are no rugged and steep natural hazards, but there are lush forests, and in the woods, there are no tigers, jackals and other fierce beasts, but there are sparrows, pheasants and other birds.

and a lot of chirping fruit-picking monkeys.

I don't know if it's because there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are also kings, these fruit-picking wild monkeys are almost uninhabited and arrogant on this small hill - when they are happy, they chase sparrows with branches, and when they are tired, they ride to the occasional millet deer to hitchhike, and when they are bored, they go to catch a pheasant that can't run fast and pluck its feathers to play. These wild monkeys frolic during the day and play at night, almost the entire mountain is their territory, and they can scratch their butts wherever they want, in short, they are happy like fairies, so uncomfortable.

However, the reason why I say almost is because there is another place on this hill where these fruit-picking monkeys will also stay away from each other.

It was on the top of the hill, in the deepest part of the forest, that circle of thatched and staked fences, and covered with animal skins.

In front of Dazhai, there is a gray stone pillar that is obliquely inserted into the soil.

On the stone pillar, bright red ink, three big characters are written proudly.

'West Tiger Village'.

......

"Good wine!"

A loud and energetic male voice rang out in the brightly lit animal skin village.

"This wine is strong!" "The old man has a lot of volume!" "The boss has another jar!"

Then what came to my ears was one after another, and the voices were different in response and compliment.

Looking up, in the tent shaped like a disc, dozens of big men with bare breasts and full of gangsters sat cross-legged on the ground covered with tan cloth. In their left hand, they held a wooden bowl filled with turbid wine, and in their right hand they pinched the greasy and juicy chicken thighs and poultry meat.

In the bustling center, there is a tiger skin bench with a backrest and two cushioned seats.

On the bench, sat a man dressed in a spotted leopard coat and two brass axes at his waist. The man's figure is unusually burly, and his sitting posture is also unrestrained, his arms are resting on the back of his long coat, his legs are wide open, and the whole is a large font, so that the bench that can accommodate two or three people seems a little restrained;

"One more altar! Drink!!" The big man laughed loudly, waved his arm, and looked at the two cotton pads on the left and the right in front of him: "Second brother! Third brother! You drink too! Come on!"

The two people on the cotton mat glanced at each other, both smiled slightly, raised the wooden bowl full of turbid wine, and drank it all.

On the cotton cushion on the left, the man who was wiping his lips with his sleeves was dressed in a neat plain cloth shirt and a scarf and feather crown of the same color. He has a slender figure and a fair face, and combined with his dress, he looks like a thin scholar. However, it is true to say that he is thin, but if he is weak, it is a bit of a judge by his appearance - and in fact, men are not those young seedlings who staggered when the wind blows. The man's surname is Zhang Mingpei, and he is the second master of this West Tiger Village, and his name is known within a radius of five miles. Today, this Xihu Village can occupy the mountain as the king so much, and live this nourishing life, and he actively makes suggestions, works with all parties in the same government, and is inseparable from the source. It can be said that if there was no Zhang Pei, the dog-headed military division, Xihu Village might have closed long ago.

On the cotton cushion on the right, the man wearing an open-chested martial arts uniform sat cross-legged with his arms on the inside of his knees, as if he was closing his eyes and reciting Zen after putting down the wooden bowl. His figure is not majestic or slender, his face is not hideous or kind, and there are both heroic and gangsteric between his eyebrows, but he has some different charm. The man's surname is unknown, and he is the third master of this West Tiger Village, and he can make a flying sword in one hand, and it is a 'shadowless sword' that can take a person's head in an instant ten steps away. Although he never said to others that he was from a school, but over the years, those fellow thieves who came to Xihu Village to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, which one of them was not frightened by Zhang Yizhang San, who could fly the sword with a snap of his fingers? It can be said that if there was no 'shadowless sword', Xihu Village would not be able to monopolize the mountain so easily.

And in this big village, the one who can be the eldest brother of these two people and make everyone call him the boss is undoubtedly the only man sitting on the bench - 'Leopard Master' Zhang Hao. And the origin of the nickname 'Leopard Master' is not an exaggerated metaphor, but this Zhang Hao really killed a neck with his bare hands - that is, the origin of the leopard skin on his body. However, although Zhang Hao was already brave with his bare hands, his real killer move was the two brass plate axes weighing fifty pounds on his waist. This plate axe is in his hand, and the power can split Huashan, and the skill can be rotated out of his hand, which can be said to make it superb. Once, when the leopard lord was blocking the road with two or three brothers, he met a group of young swordsmen who were walking together. The young swordsmen are all utilitarians, and when they saw that there were thieves, the eight of them swarmed up, and they slashed with their swords, wanting to seize Zhang Hao's head to prove their martial arts. But he never expected that as soon as the two board doctors of the leopard master came out, they slammed a few rounds of 'huhu-', and they actually beat the iron swords in the hands of those swordsmen and their hearts and lungs to pieces, six of the eight people died violently on the spot, and two of them fled in the wilderness, but they were also locked by Zhang Yi, who was hiding in the shadows, with a sword in his throat.

The three brothers of Xihu Village, although they are not biological brothers, but they are blood alliances, and even the second and third brothers have changed their surnames to 'Zhang'.

"Hahahaha! Drink and drink!"

Seeing that the second and third brothers had drunk it all, the leopard master laughed a few times, picked up the empty bowl at hand, and waved at her standing in the corner of the camp, behind the curtain.

She nodded indifferently, bent down to pick up a jar of wine with a red lid, held it in her arms, and walked gracefully.

Who is she?

She is the lady of this West Tiger Village, Jin Queer.

Naturally, 'Jin Que'er' is not her real name - in fact, there is only one person who remembers her real name in this Nuoda West Tiger Village. She was just the second daughter of a wealthy family in the Western Regions, and she was just a small jasper who was ordinary except for a little beauty. But because of a slightly hasty outing, I met the burly man on this bench. There was no affectionate involvement, but he was captured in this West Tiger Village and became a wife. I heard that after she was captured in the cottage, the family also sent knights to look for her, and also reported to the officials, but those knights were killed by a big man with a plate axe on the way, and the government also maintained a meaningful silence and suppressed this matter. Later, there was no news from the family, and I don't know if it was because of the lack of strength in the heart, or because the parents at home had already ruined the crown with her.

She probably resisted too.

But the cry that penetrated the liver and spleen, I don't know when, turned into a whispering whisper.

And she, that is, since then, has become the 'Golden Magpie'.

Jin Que'er walked gracefully to his side, struggling to break the red lid, holding the wine jar in both hands, and carefully pouring it into the wooden bowl in his hand.

He raised his head slightly, squinting at her with a flat face, and the beautiful scenery under the sparsely clothed dress on her body.

Suddenly, he took her into his arms.

Listen to its soft whispering, appreciate its gentle posture, raise your head and drink the wine in the jar, leaving everyone to cheer and coax.

It's not happy.

Seeing this scene, the scholar in cloth on the left cotton cushion in front of the bench covered his face with his sleeves, his eyes were unnaturally a little fluttering, while the young warrior on the cotton cushion on the right squinted at the former, with a look on his face that he did not want to say.

"Good wine!" the burly man drank the jar in one go. He let go of the beauty in his arms, stuffed the already empty wine jar into her arms, reached out and wiped the wine stains next to his mouth, "Help me get another jar!"

Jin Que'er bowed her head, although her face was slightly red due to the smell of wine, her expression was still as calm and indifferent as a stream.

Looking around at the dozens of brothers in the circle, the leopard master squinted slightly, and said loudly to the two seats in front of him: "Hey, second brother and third brother, speaking of which, where is the dog's nose today?"

The warrior on the right raised his head and said, "He's going to do his job." ”

"Oh, how long has it been?"

"About two hours. ”

"It's been two hours?" the leopard master touched his beard, "Why haven't you come back?"

"I guess I don't want to go home empty-handed. Zuo Xi Shusheng smiled and said: "Big brother, don't worry, he is very shrewd with a dog nose, and he can sniff out those passers-by who have money but no great skills every time...... In addition, the yamen of the counties and counties around this West Tiger Village have been taken care of, and there will be no major incidents. I dare to assert that except for those Qimen nobles in Mengyue City, within a radius of fifty miles, no one dares to hurt our Xihuzhai brothers at all-"

A cold wind suddenly blew the curtain of Dazhai.

I saw a faint blue light rushing towards the bench.

Between the lightning and the fire, the three masters Zhang Yi was quick with his eyes, and shouted angrily 'Get up!', and the cold light on his waist instantly came out of the sheath.

Hearing a crisp noise, the two flying swords spun to the ground and stopped breathing.

"Bold!" Zhang Yi got up quickly, quickly stopped in front of the bench, and shouted angrily outside the wind-blown door curtain: "Who dares to come to Xihu Village to spread wild?!"

The loud voice rushed out of Dazhai, but it was like a stone falling into the sea, and it lost its momentum in the blink of an eye.

It's just because of that white dress, fluttering.

Holding an iron sword in his hand, he glanced at the thieves with different expressions in the village, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and bent down to compose.

"Pingshui, Wang Manxiu. ”