There is wine, there is food, and the most famous beauty of the time is to accompany them, and two friends who reunite at such a banquet must talk more than drink, and drink more wine than food!

Nanjian and Fu Donghai, one is an unrivaled swordsman in today's rivers and lakes, and the other is the richest businessman in the world; they are connected to the "Desperate Valley" in the desert and meet at the moment of life and death, so the relationship between them is far from being able to be explained clearly by this thousand taels of silver. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Therefore, when they are drinking, their thoughts inevitably drift over the walls of Suzhou and drift towards the desert of yellow sand outside Yanmen Pass, and only there can they clearly express their deep friendship.

As long as you pass through this "Desperate Valley" and enter the first pass of the Central Plains, you will be in sight; however, this "Desperate Valley" in front of you is desolate and precipitous, and it seems to be unpredictable and dangerous. There is only one dangerous road by the mountain, the left side of the mountain is steep, the right side of the cliff is thousands of feet, if you accidentally slide down the cliff, you will definitely die, even the gods have no power to return to the sky.

However, from time to time there was a desolate and strange cry from the top of the mountain, and when everyone looked up, they saw a dozen huge vultures hovering high in the sky. They spread their wings and circled, as if they had found signs of rotting corpses on the ground, and each howl produced a strange feeling of infinite pathos in the hearts of passers-by.

Say goodbye to the purple-clothed swordsman, everyone is full of wine and meat, pack up their bags, Fu Donghai will draw a fan and say:

"Let's go!

Along the way, everyone walked very cautiously, and even a small pebble rolled down the mountain could not escape everyone's ears. But Chuuk, the "Qionglai Town of Shuanggui", was the first to be frightened, and he shouted:

"Everyone, be careful, something seems to be wrong!"

"Stick King Jin Yi" said disapprecantly:

"Brother Qiu is too nervous, what's wrong there......"

However, before the words fell, everyone immediately heard a rumbling sound. Everyone looked around in horror, and there was a companion who led the mule, and exclaimed:

"Everyone, run, roll ...... on it"

There was a loud bang, and before the companion could finish speaking, a huge rock that had been rolled down from the mountain flew to the bottom of the cliff with people and mules, and at the same time, a wave of stones of different sizes rolled in, beating the group of men and horses in front of them into the desert.

Running through the steep gravel path, to a relatively flat area, Fu Donghai and a group of warriors counted the people, and found that more than half of the people were beaten by the stone rain and their heads were bleeding, not including the companion who was ejected by the big stone to the cliff, and the other three companions were killed on the spot on the rockfall path. In contrast, the loss of cargo was relatively light, consisting only of two dozen cowhides on the back of the mule that had been catapulted off the cliff by large stones.

Everyone tore off the strip of cloth to wrap the wound, and their hearts were terrified, saying that someone on the top of the mountain had pried a boulder and deliberately done evil, and some people said that the mountain god must have been angry and asked us for money to buy the road!

Fu Donghai saw that this natural and man-made disaster was coming strangely, and his heart was uneasy, so he said to everyone:

"This place is deserted and weird, let's leave early!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a scrawny old man, dressed in a gray cloth robe, with a small light brown wine gourd hanging from his waist, leading a tall camel and carrying a leather whip in his hand. On the back of the camel not only carried two large gray-white cloth bags, but also sat a delicate woman of twenty-eight years old, who was dressed brightly and enchantingly, so that passers-by could not help but peek a few times when they saw it.

Cheng Daguang, who happened to be walking in the procession with an iron gun on his shoulder, stole a glance at the woman, and immediately she said to the old man who was leading the camel:

"Old ghost, someone is glancing at your daughter-in-law!"

"Who! where is he?" Immediately, the old man leading the camel shouted angrily, and blew his beard and glared at the crowd of passers-by, and then at the woman sitting on the camel's back.

The woman sitting on the back of the camel pointed at Cheng Daguang, the iron spear who was still walking in the ranks, with a slender jade finger, and said with a sneer:

"That's him, the thief with an iron gun!"

Cheng Daguang is a well-known figure in the Hunan and Jiangxi regions, especially the iron gun in his hand, known as "invincible with a golden gun"! However, how can he endure being humiliated in front of this woman in public, so that he is such a famous person.

Therefore he jumped out of the procession in a fit of rage, stood by the roadside, pointed to the woman on the camel's back, and rebuked:

"Slut, who wouldn't look at each other curiously when walking on the road, but you are acting cowardly here, I think you are simply a water-based poplar woman, deliberately attracting bees and butterflies here!"

"Have you said you are done!" Suddenly, the old man who was leading the camel suddenly floated in front of him, and looked at him sternly.

"What if you're done, what if you're not done?" Cheng Daguang became even more angry.

At this time, everyone also stopped, and several companions with strong martial arts had consciously surrounded Fu Donghai without waiting for Fu Donghai's orders.

Just after Cheng Daguang finished asking the old man's words, people suddenly heard a crisp snap! Immediately after, they all saw that Cheng Daguang covered the right side of his face that had been marked with five fingerprints, and suddenly, his angry eyes were bigger than a bull's eye. However, he was somewhat worried in his heart, because how this skinny old man slapped him just now, he didn't see it clearly!

But the anger made him think without thinking, and he jumped back, and with a swing of the iron gun on his shoulder, he set up a portal for the "Lookout Expedition", and then, with a roar, said:

"Die, old ghost. ”

As he spoke, he shot up the pear blossoms and stabbed at the old man who was leading the camel.

However, who would have thought that even in front of him, his gun would never hit the other party, the left side of the stab he would go to the right, and the right side of the stab would go to the left, and so on, in the blink of an eye, Cheng Daguang had already stabbed eighteen times, and he was also tired and sweaty.

And the thin old man, still standing in place unharmed, smiled at him and asked:

"Are you a little tired?"

Cheng Daguang gasped heavily, glared at him fiercely, and did not reply.

"Then it's my turn now!" said the old man, his face changed suddenly, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted:

"Die!" Before the echo fell, the whip was like lightning, and no one could see how he swung the whip in his hand, but people saw Cheng Daguang lying on the ground, his eyes were full of horror, and his throat had been strangled by the whip, and the blood was gushing out like a fountain of blood, and in an instant he lay motionless on the ground.

When everyone saw it, they were shocked, several heroes showed their weapons one after another, and the rest of the companions were frightened, moving closer to Fu Donghai, trying to protect the owner.

But at this moment, there was a burst of wild laughter in the air, and when people looked up, they saw a monk and two people standing on a small stone stack on the opposite stone wall. They were all in their fifties, and the monks wore a beard and a Zen staff, and the Taoist wore a scarf on his head, wore Taoist robes, and had three strands of long hair, and his right hand held a handful of dust, and the dust was scattered in the crook of the elbow and hung down under the tip of the elbow. The two of them not only did not seem to have the good thoughts of the practitioners, but they seemed to be violent, with a fierce and vicious power.

"Old man Huangfu, you're flirting with Yue'er again!" said the monk laughing, pointing to the old man leading the camel and the woman sitting on the camel's back.

"Why are you two great good people here?" said the scrawny old man, looking up and laughing at them.

"We don't have to be involved in your flirting," the Taoist man said, "but there are good things to make a fortune, and we must join in the fun!"

When they spoke, it was as if they had not seen the group of people around them, or rather, as if they were a flock of lambs, and they did not take it seriously at all! And Chuuk, who had always been well-informed, whispered to Fu Donghai:

"These four people are probably the four wicked people who have been circulating in the rivers and lakes, one monk and one monk, one old and one young; the Taoist is called Li Hai, and the dust in his hand is the weapon he is accustomed to killing. The monk Long Yun has the power of turning over the river and the sea with a Zen staff in his hand; the old man Huangfu Dong's camel whip in his hand is his weapon, and Cheng Daguang died under his whip just now; and the young woman sitting on the back of a camel should be the most 'terrible woman' Wu Yue'er in the rivers and lakes, and it is said that her 'rainstorm plum blossom needle' is invincible!"

When Fu Donghai heard him say this, his face turned white, and he thought that he would definitely die this time!