Chapter Eighty-Five: Changlin's Choice

I hid behind the dark mountain forest and cried for a while, and the sadness in my heart did not decrease by half a point. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Changlin wiped his tears, sat under a big tree with his knees in his arms, his tears couldn't stop flowing, the more he thought about it, the more terrifying the scene in his heart became, and the corpse of Yan Hou floating on the river appeared in his mind for a while, and Wang Chen was punched through the chest for a while. It's all because I'm too weak, and one day I'll kill my two best friends if I'm not strong enough!?

After crying for a while, he wiped his tears and stood up. After pulling up his clothes and wiping his face clean, carefully making sure that no one would see any more traces of crying, he walked slowly back to the camp.

Huh? Nobody? Nobody? Why?

Changlin looked at the fire burning alone in a daze, full of doubts. But when he saw the hideous knife marks on the luggage and the marks of struggle on the ground, his brain "boomed", and the doubts in his heart immediately turned into worry.

"Hey, Uncle Ai Jiu, Uncle Li! He followed the traces, searched quickly, and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit his ears, and Changlin quickly dodged sideways, and slashed to the ground with a shiny stalk. Changlin turned around and swung his legs, kicked him on the bridge of his nose, and kicked him hard into the tree behind him.

"Uh..." The big man turned over and wanted to run away, but Changlin rushed up with an arrow step, grabbed his shoulder with his backhand, and pushed him to the ground with a pull back, "Say! Where have my friends been taken by you!"

"I..." The big man looked bitter, and it took a long time to point in a trembling direction. Chang Lin punched him in the head and quickly ran in the direction he was pointing.

Before he could get there, he heard the sound of a fight. When I got closer, a group of hunter uncles were all tied up and thrown in front of a fire, and their whole bodies were stripped down to only a pair of underwear. Uncle Ai Jiu's clothes were still intact, but the bruises on his face and the blood stains on his mouth all showed that he had just been severely beaten.

The man in the middle of the fire laughed and told the little minions around him to count the prey, the hunters' clothes, and their money. Looks like that's what they call a bandit. Chang Lin secretly wondered in his heart, there are more than 20 of these bandits, but he doesn't know how the kung fu is.

Just as I was thinking about whether to use some kind of trick, suddenly there was a voice behind me, and then someone shouted, "Who's there!"

Suddenly, the whole camp fell silent, and the man's hand sitting in the middle slowly slid onto the sword at his waist, and the rest of the minions also swallowed nervously.

Changlin saw that he couldn't hide anymore, so he simply walked out generously, "In the next Changlin, the three masters of Jiufang Village in the West Country are here to pay a visit." He arched his hand, thinking to himself, if he put on the appearance of a companion, I wonder if he could make them let their guard down?

"Companions from the West?" the man smiled coldly, "Coax the ghost to go!"

At the sound of an order, the little minions rushed forward like a flood beast. Chang Lin didn't say more, drew his long sword, and rushed into the enemy formation.

The strength and weakness of the world are always relative, and in Changlin's eyes, the movements of these bandits are as slow as turtles, and they can't make other moves except chopping, and they are full of flaws. He knocked them to the ground with three punches and two kicks. The man in the lead, covered in sweat, shook his hand holding the sword like a convulsion.

A long-lost sense of accomplishment came to his heart, and Changlin walked over and kicked him to the ground.

"Uncle, spare your life!" the man knelt on the ground and cried out with tears in his eyes. Changlin didn't care about him, walked straight over to help Uncle Ai Jiu, and loosened the ties for the other hunters. As soon as they were loosened, the hunters rushed forward like madness, and struck at the bandits. Changlin sighed slightly and stood aside, until he saw a hunter uncle take out a hunting wood knife and cut it at the head of a minion, he took an arrow step up and stopped him.

"Stop!" Because of the relationship between the Jiufang brothers, Changlin didn't have a particularly bad feeling for the bandits. He stood on a boulder and shouted, "Don't fight, what's the difference between you and them if you fight again?"

Seeing that the hunters still hadn't stopped, Changlin actually kicked away the weapon in the hand of one of the hunters in front of him. Ai Jiu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to stop. With the two of them working together, the frenzied hunters finally stopped. They looked at Changlin with dissatisfaction and confusion.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you!" the man crawled to the foot of the long forest, and kowtowed in a hurry.

Changlin looked at him, dressed as a standard bandit, his whole body was gray, and there were many scars on his bare skin, such a man could often be seen in the Dazhai of the Jiufang Brothers. Changlin suddenly felt sad and angry. He raised his hand and pulled the man up, "The man has gold under his knees, don't you know?" he scolded softly, but everyone standing was stunned. The hunters let go of their weapons. A few young thieves had small tears in their eyes.

Changlin sighed softly, sat down on the side, and asked, "Why are you being bandits here?"

"We were originally farmers near Yanghe Town, but we couldn't grow so much food because we paid too many taxes, and we were afraid to go into service, so we fled to the mountains. When we met the bandit brothers, they were soldiers in the army, and their skills were greater than ours, so we listened to them. The bandit man said honestly.

Changlin was silent for a long time, "You, take me to see your boss." ā€

The boss of the bandits is indeed much stronger than the others, but he has not been able to go through a hundred moves under Changlin. When he was held to the throat by Changlin's sword, his originally arrogant and domineering expression finally became as docile as a little sheep.

"You bully the mountain people and do a lot of evil, don't you deserve to die?" Changlin asked coldly.

"I... I... I was wrong... Spare me. The bandit leader was so frightened that his face turned pale and sweated, and he trembled and cried, "Hero, I can't help it, if we don't grab some food, we will starve to death..."

"Then you're here to bully civilians?" Chang Lin used his hand hard, the long sword cut through the skin, and blood beads rolled out of his neck.

"I'm too weak, and I want to rebel against the pavilion, but the adults of the martial arts are all monsters... I... I can't beat it!"

"Hey, you're weak, you're still reasonable!" Chang Lin directly threw off the long sword and kicked him to the ground, "In this world, not everyone has the ability to do great things. You don't have the ability to punish evil, and promoting good is also power! You have no way to eradicate evil, so sticking to morality is also strength! You don't have the courage to stand up to the powerful, so it's also strength not to oppress the people! You guy, do you think you don't need to pay attention to morality when you are a thief!" Changlin raised his fist and was about to hit it, but halfway through the fist, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It was as if a gust of wind blew away the yellow sand in the sky, and suddenly there was a burst of clarity between heaven and earth. Isn't this the most important thing to say to yourself? Changlin felt a decisive and powerful force surging out of his heart, making his eyes sour, and he couldn't even fight this punch.

He stood up, and a sense of pride permeated, "If you want, I can take you back to the West Country and teach you how to be a dignified bandit!"

Yes, people do what they can. I don't have the ability to be a hero like Ah Chen and Ah Hou, but there must be something I can do. I can't do it in the right world, but I can still try to protect the peace of one side. He looked around at the little thieves one by one, and most of them couldn't help but bow their heads when they came into contact with his gaze.

"Otherwise, I will eradicate you without mercy. ā€