Chapter 4: The Storm Rises
Although Hanxing was angry that he had been killed three times in a row and had one of them escape, he was not carried away by the anger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 infoChasing the murderer in this dark forest is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and if you are killed again, it will be a shame. Anyway, if you can run a monk, you can't run the temple. Now it's better to take the opportunity to recuperate, sum up the experience, and wait for dawn to do some consideration.
Han Xing has always lived in a peaceful era, and his understanding of the rivers and lakes is still stuck in the description of the novel. died three times in a row on the first day of entering the rivers and lakes, which was tantamount to giving him a slap in the face.
The rivers and lakes are actually not as beautiful as idealists imagine, and in this era of human life, if you are not careful, you may lose your life. Lives are gone, everything is gone. Only careful, cautious people will survive to the end.
However, if you want a high-end player like Han Xing who is obscene, coquettish, and operates **** all day long, it is better to kill him with a knife, not to mention that he is still an MT who always rushes to the front to attract enemy firepower, how can he be used to living like that.
Thankfully, Cold Star has the traverser perk of running corpses resurrected. With it, the road roared when it was uneven, and when it was time to shoot, it was time to shoot, and there was no problem at all.
The words are divided into two ends, one for each branch. After dodging the stones thrown by the cold star, the rat did not go far. He was clever enough to know that even if his eyes were intact, it would be bad luck to run around in this dark forest. He held his breath and hid under a tree without moving.
When he heard that the person who plotted against them was actually the monk from the Western Regions, he couldn't help but feel like a ghost, and he didn't care about the danger in the dark night forest, and he just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.
Whether the monk of the Western Regions is dead or not, the mouse knows best. The monk of the Western Regions was killed by the mouse himself, and he even cut off his head with a knife. He and Mad Dog buried the monk of the Western Regions with their own hands, which is definitely not wrong. In less than a quarter of an hour, the monk of the Western Regions came back from the dead. This is not the living Buddha in the world, or the monster in the world. These two powers, no matter which one they are, are not something that rats can afford to provoke, and this is why they can't afford to keep their legs running.
I don't know how long the mouse ran away, and then he fainted. When he woke up again, he was lying in the carriage of a caravan. The steward of this caravan saw him lying on the side of the road with a blur of flesh and blood, thinking that he was dead, and he didn't want to care, but when he saw the emblem of the Iron Fist Society on his body, he thought that selling Iron Fist would be a favor, so he ordered his subordinates to carry him into the carriage.
The caravan steward sent the rat to the Iron Fist Society, and happily returned with a flag from the Iron Fist Society, which would allow him to pay half of the protection fee for one trip, but he had already paid the protection fee for this trip, and he planned to keep it for the next one. What he didn't expect was that it was this flag that made his next trip to the trade lose all his money, and even lost his life.
......
The outer city of Huangquan City, the main hall of the Iron Fist Society.
The Iron Fist Club's leader, Iron Arm Gao Xiaofei, had a calm face, his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one dared to guess what he was thinking, at least not in the room with a circle of people.
The weather was not hot, and twenty or thirty men were in the lobby, but they were not squeezed, but beads of sweat oozed from everyone's foreheads.
Finally, a fat man with his bare chest and breasts couldn't help it, and he said in a loud voice: "Boss Gao, you are walking around like this, walking for a long time, you are really anxious to kill my brother, you have an idea! I'm going to see how he comes back to life!" he said, and he made a gesture to go out.
"Pork Zhang, you come back for me! I know how to fight and kill all day long, is it possible to be like a pig in a shop, stupidly let you not be able to kill? Boss Gao has his own opinions, and we just have to obey orders. A lean man stood up and grabbed the fat man's wrist. This man has a pair of eagle eyes, and his cold facial features are not arrogant. Under the pain of Pork Zhang, he sat back obediently, not even daring to look at the thin man, and the thin man let go of his wrist.
I saw the thin man clasping his fists and saying, "Boss Gao, I think that mouse is telling the truth." The monks of the Western Regions should not be afraid, but would the Buddha Shakyamuni die if he was not the same? What I am worried about is the other gangs in the city, which are very likely to take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and fall into the well. The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. That Buddha treasure is naturally a priceless treasure, but it is worthless to remain in the hands of our brothers, if it is like this, it is like this, it is ......."
Gao Xiaofei looked around at the brothers and said excitedly, "Hall Master Yin's idea is not bad. In the ten years since the establishment of my Iron Fist Society, in this river and lake, it is like a tree without roots and water without a source, it is better to take this opportunity to make a name for yourself, or to leave some foundation for your children and grandchildren, what do you brothers think?"
......
In a heavily guarded mansion in the inner city of Huangquan City, a man in fancy clothes turned his back to a black-clothed masked woman, and the black-clothed masked woman respectfully knelt on the ground.
The man in the fancy dress raised his hand and interrupted the woman in black, "Got it." Oh, the Buddha Treasure Conference, it's kind of interesting. Tell me to go down, the wheat is ripe, and it's time to cut a stubble. By the way, Xiao Yu'er, how about staying with me tonight?"
The masked woman in black didn't answer, leaving only a string of silver bell-like laughter and a refreshing scent of zhilan.
......
Huangquan City outside the hundred miles, Qinglong Mountain, Qinglong Village.
"On the fifteenth day of next month, the Buddha Treasure Conference in Huangquan City? Xiao Wu, are you inquiring correctly?" asked in a pretended low voice.
"Back to the village, it's absolutely right, the Iron Fist Club invited the heroes and heroes of the sixteen counties of Huangquan Road to participate, and the Iron Fist Club sent an invitation to Wujimen, Zhang Laosan is a villain, he just passed by here to rest, this matter was told to me by himself, absolutely not wrong. Xiao Wu said flatteringly.
"Will Iron Fist send me an invitation to Qinglong Village?" the owner of the village raised Danfeng's eyes and asked.
"That, for the time being, hasn't been received yet. Maybe it will come in a few days. Xiao Wu replied with a roll of his eyes.
When the owner of the village heard this, he slapped his right palm on the pear wood table, which shook the table like a spider web, "Niang Xipi, the messengers so far away from Wuji Gate have passed Qinglong Mountain, and the iron fist will clearly not put my Qinglong Village in his eyes, it is simply too deceitful! Xiao Wu, give me some soldiers and horses, and rob his mother's Buddha treasure!"
"Little ......" Xiao Wu was glared back by the owner of the village as soon as he opened his mouth, and it took a long time to spit out the words, "The owner of the village, there is still more than a month before the fifteenth of next month." The road of 100 miles can be reached by day and night. Isn't it too early to order the troops and horses? I don't think it will be possible to set off on the tenth day of the next month, neither early nor late, what is the idea of the village?"
"Well, that's good. It's still Xiao Wu, you are thoughtful. This thing will be done as you say!" The owner of the village patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, looking relieved that he could teach.
......
Yellow Springs City. As soon as Han Xing entered the outer city, he was invited to a clean courtyard by the people of the Iron Fist Society, and the Yin Hall Master of the Eagle Hall, the second master of the Iron Fist Society, personally received him, and served him with a good meal of wine and meat. After the wine and food were full, Han Xing proposed to find the mouse, and the Yin hall master said that the mouse disappeared last night and has not returned, if the mouse has anything to offend Han Xing, he toasts on behalf of the mouse.
If the iron fist will be hard, Hanxing is not afraid. But now that this Yin Hall Master has such a low profile, it makes Han Xing not persecute too much. In the end, the Yin Hall Master said that the Iron Fist Society was trying its best to find the mouse, and as soon as it found the mouse, it would be sent to Hanxing. Please also wait for news here.
Before leaving, Hall Master Yin didn't mention that the Buddha Treasure Conference that had been rumored throughout Huangquan City was half a word, which made Han Xing unable to figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the stomach of the Iron Fist Society for a while.
If he couldn't figure it out, Hanxing didn't think about it. Sooner or later, the rat will be found. But the Buddha Treasure Conference is so lively that it is hard to find oneself. As a visitor from another world who likes to watch the excitement, it is difficult to sleep and eat if you don't watch the excitement. And let the rat live a few more days.
(Today's second watch has arrived.) Today's update is 5700 words, 300 words more than yesterday, and I slap myself in the face! Thank you for the eight recommendation votes of the smart silver fox, and thank you to every friend who sees this. )