Suddenly, there was a dead silence on the field, and everyone's movements and expressions were still at that moment. There were indeed four large, swarthy and crooked characters written on the pink and white walls. The owner didn't know why, he laughed and asked everyone: "Hey, who is so Yaxing, is he going to write a poem on the wall?"

"He's not here to write a poem. A knowledgeable yamen said solemnly.

"Then what is he doing here?" said the owner a little angrily, "isn't this nonsense!"

At this time, several public servants had already gotten up and said goodbye in a panic.

"He has come to kill people, and if you see these four words he left behind, the owner of this house will die tomorrow night. After the man finished speaking, he also hurried away from the table.

The owner of Huang Zhuang finally realized the seriousness of the matter, he froze in his seat, watching the Zhuang Ke and the public leave in a panic, as if he had heard the call of death and smelled the breath of the tomb.

At this moment, the owner's wife came out of the back hall laughing and said: "I said master, you are so wise and martial on weekdays, and you are so arrogant and dry, but today you have become a cowardly nerd, and people will scare you like this with a word!"

"What good ideas does Madame Fei have?"

"Of course I have a good idea. The owner's wife said proudly, "Look, Mu Guiying has to be in charge at the critical moment." ”

She said: "You have so much gold and silver in vain, but you have forgotten its function, and you don't look at it, there are so many martial arts instructors and kung fu families in and outside the city, none of them are characters who walk on the tip of the knife, and they are all people who see money!"

A word to wake up the dreamer. The owner of Huang Zhuang got up and said, "Oh! I'm so confused, I almost forgot this good idea." ”

So, early the next morning, those who were outside the city, who had always been recognized as excellent in martial arts, were all rehired by the owner of Huang Zhuang, and they all readily promised, expressing their willingness to save the rivers and lakes and eliminate harm for the people.

So, that night, the owner of Huang Zhuang had a big banquet and feasted heroes from all walks of life on the village. Among them, there are generations of monkey boxing heirs Yi Xiangdong, iron sand palm heir Xi Yijian, Hongquan Master Li, Tai Chi Chen Jialiang master, 12 road Tan leg Zhao master, Qi Mei stick master and Dongling Dart Bureau chief dart head Zhang Dabao, a total of 26 well-known martial artists, they are also one of the best martial arts figures in this area.

Moreover, these martial artists also have a wealth of battlefield experience, and in the local area, they will make people shudder when they stomp their feet, so they all think that Huang Zhuang's concern is a little too much, and they think that he is alarmist.

Tonight, with so many martial artists in the village, of course the owner of Huang Zhuang was no longer afraid, and his heart was completely steady, and he thought that he could sit back and relax. He was very happy to see these martial artists eating, drinking, and making trouble in the village, and he also felt very imposing and very face-saving; he had even forgotten the four words "sending the king away" and its so-called meaning. Once again, he felt that "it is good to be rich," and he deeply admired this eternal truth.

At this time, the night was getting deeper, and the warriors' tables had changed twice, and under the impetus of the wine, and chewing so much delicious meat, their emotions seemed to be extremely excited;

We all know that Monkey Boxing has always been known for its dexterity, and its moves are quite flexible, and it seems that people who practice this kind of boxing are naturally very agile and active, and it seems that they are naturally much more lively than those who practice hard skills such as iron sand palms and golden bell jars. Therefore, Monkey Boxing Master Yi Xiangdong is always used to making a very fast martial arts move from time to time among everyone, sometimes the monkey steals the peach, sometimes the beauty looks in the mirror, and sometimes he will jump from one stool to another, and suddenly stretch out his hand and snatch the chicken leg that has just been pulled in the hand of a martial artist. This time, it won laughter.

In the laughter, the host saw the worthy skills of the guests, and the guests also felt the satisfaction of the host, which was very good, and everyone was in a good mood.

Again, Yi Xiangdong suddenly made a lightning-fast beauty in front of Xi Yijian, the heir of the iron sand palm, which immediately caused everyone to laugh, but Xi Yijian was a person who had always been taciturn, and he felt degraded and uncomfortable with this kind of joke that was teased and pleasing to the public. Then his mood suddenly became angry, and he turned around and went to grab his clothes and head east, in a vain attempt to catch this annoying "monkey" squarely, so as to restore the dignity of the teaser he had just been teased in front of everyone. However, he caught an apple—an apple that had been handed to him from his plate as quickly as he could.

Thus, there was another burst of laughter. At this moment, Xi Yijian was completely annoyed and angry, he pushed away the chair, spread his palms, and prepared to show his housekeeping skills; So they all moved forward to persuade, and even the master also spoke, and the owner of Huang Zhuang persuaded and explained: "It's good for all the masters to have fun, don't hurt the harmony." ”

After all, Yi Xiangdong was not afraid, and he was also ready to parry. However, after listening to the owner's words, it seemed that it was no longer interesting to make trouble, so under the persuasion of everyone, they all looked at each other and smiled, and no longer took it seriously.

However, in this process of fighting, there was one person who never participated, he did not laugh, nor did he make a fuss. Who is he?---Qiao Fei, the three arrows of Dongling.

There is a rumor on the ground of Tanglin: Dongsang's **** Qiao Fei's arrow.

The first half of the sentence is to say that there is a brothel called Dongsang Lou in Dongling County, because the prostitutes in it are all stunning women bought by Xichuan people from Tufan Country at a high price; Therefore, the **** of this brothel not only makes the prostitutes yearn for it, but also makes the prostitutes afraid.

The second half of this sentence is, of course, referring to Qiao Fei and his terrifying archery technique. He can shoot three arrows at the same time, and three arrows can hit three targets, which means that to this day there has not been a half-dead enemy under his arrows - all of them are pierced through the heart and killed with one arrow.

But he didn't laugh or make a fuss at such a joyous scene, could it be that he didn't have that function at all? Of course not. He is because he knows better than anyone else how powerful the enemy is. As people say, "Familiar places are afraid of ghosts", which is the same truth.

Sure enough, a gust of night wind blew, and the village door quietly opened. In the shadow of the lamp, a man in an ochre robe with a parting hook walked in, his expression solemn, as if he had come to pay tribute to the soul of the dead.

The first person to see it was, of course, Qiao Fei. He exclaimed in panic: "Ahhh At the same time, at the sound of the bowstring, three arrows were fired at the same time, and they were aimed at the three deadly points of Yintang, Chengman, and Qihai respectively and shot towards the body of the comer.

However, he was fooled. The shooting method is very accurate, and all three arrows hit the enemy's three death holes, but this enemy is a very realistic puppeteer, and the real enemy is the person who comes in with this puppeteer.

It was too late, and by the time the three arrows of his second round were just full of bows, Jode Kai was already in front of him, the parting hook had already brushed his throat, and his eyes saw his own blood spurting into the sky......

Carelessness often leads to sudden tension, and sudden tension usually leads to a downcast panic, and a downcast panic will inevitably lead to complete destruction. Now this group of martial artists is like this, because in their consciousness, the possibility of Jude Kai coming tonight has been ruled out, so when they heard Qiao Fei screaming in surprise, these martial artists did not quickly fight back, but were shocked.

Hunters have seen a fed of frightened lions, often swaggered over with a knife by a daring hunter and wringed away their prey.

Now, the warriors are the scared lions, and Jode is the daring hunter. He walked in with a swagger, and the warriors were so flustered that the broadsword caught the stick, but the good hand of the sword found that there was only a big knife left beside him, and he had to grab a weapon as a last resort, while his own sword was tightly held in the hand of Master Wang, who was good at using the stick technique. For the martial artists, this was a battle that was doomed to defeat. Yi Xiangdong seemed to have forgotten that he could play monkey boxing, and in the chaos, he was in a hurry, and he was so frightened that he crawled around on the ground like a dog; Master Zhao of the 12th Road Tan Leg was a fake trick, he saw that the situation was not good, and after pulling a flower shelf, he slipped out of the window of the Huangzhuang owner's side room in the chaos; Master Hongquan Li didn't have time to make a move, but was stepped on by the retreating Tai Chi Chen Jialiang Master and squeezed him down, and when he got up, the hook that Qiu Dekai opened was under his nose...... In short, this group of martial artists was defeated very badly, and except for a few who slipped away in the chaos, they all lay down.

The battle was over, but the owner of the Yellow Village was still trembling.

Jode put the bloody hook under his chin and said, "Please don't break my rules, okay?"

So, the next day, according to the old rules of Qiu Dekai, the owner of Huang Zhuang arranged all the funerals at home, put on the clothes of the dead, and lay down in the coffin to wait. Sure enough, at the same moment, someone saw a man in an ochre yellow robe, holding a bright parting hook, and walked into the door of the owner of the yellow village. When the man came out, the lights inside had been extinguished.

Everything seemed as still, as silent as the place where death had patronized.