It didn't take long for one evening to usher in a group of mysterious guests in the Kaifeng General Bureau of the Sanshan Dart Bureau, these people were all dressed in robes and hats and couldn't see their faces clearly, and they were welcomed by Fang Changqi of the Divine Fist to the study and talked for most of the hour, and then saw that the Divine Fist Fang Changqi sent these people out of the Sanshan Dart Bureau respectfully, at this time Xiao Yao knew that the Sanshan Dart Bureau had taken a great heavy dart, but Fang Changqi himself could not see the joy on his face, only a solemn.

The next day, a large number of goods were transported from the outside to the warehouse of the Sanshan Dart Bureau, the goods were loaded with a cart and covered with a cloth, which could not be seen really, only a car of nails to the cloth was loosened and collapsed, and the cloth was blown up by the wind, revealing the true face inside.

Xiao Yao was also taken aback when he looked at the open cloth, which was a blood coral with a length of a ruler, that is, this cart of blood coral was worth a huge amount of tens of thousands at the current discount, not to mention that there were more than a dozen carts that were pulled into the Sanshan Dart Bureau during the day.

At nightfall, Fang Changqi sent someone to invite Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao knew that Uncle Fang's search for him at this time was probably related to the batch of blindfolded goods he saw during the day and those mysterious employers.

Sure enough, Xiao Yao was called to the study, and after the two of them served fragrant tea and withdrew, Fang Changqi said, "Xiao Yaoxian's nephew, what do you think of your Uncle Fang's martial arts." ”

Seeing Xiao Yao's embarrassed face, Fang Changqi smiled and said, "Xiao Yao, it's okay for you to say it." ”

Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xiao Yao doesn't know how Uncle Fang's martial arts count in the rivers and lakes, but Xiao Yao has seen a few people whose skills are more than one step ahead of Uncle Fang." ”

Fang Changqi said: "Oh, Xiao Yao, when and where did you see these people, and how did they look and dress. ”

Xiao Yao told him about the appearance of a man and two women and the weapons he saw at the door of the Gaosheng Inn some time ago.

After hearing this, Fang Changqi pondered for a long time and said: "Xiao Yao, I haven't heard of the mother and daughter in your mouth, but the young swordsman's dress, if the uncle guesses well, it should be under the Ziyang Guanmen." ”

Xiao Yaoqi said: "Ziyang View?"

Fang Changqi said: "That's right, it is Ziyang Temple, this Ziyang Temple is located on Jiuyang Mountain at the junction of Shaanxi and Huguang, the patriarch of the sect Zhang Boduandao is called Ziyang Zhenren, according to legend, this person is a Xuangong Tongtian in the Northern Song Dynasty Yuanfeng period will be feathered into a flying immortal, that is, this Ziyang Temple is still the leader of today's martial arts righteous path, and the young swordsman you said is the usual dress of the disciples of Ziyang Guan. And in addition to Ziyang Guan in this martial arts, there are also many famous and big sects of Xianshan hermits, your Uncle Fang's unsightly play should not be seen by these real martial arts people at all, these people think very highly of themselves, and they rarely deal with us peddlers and pawns on weekdays. ”

Xiao Yao didn't know why Fang Changqi suddenly told him these martial arts anecdotes, so he could only listen quietly.

Sure enough, Fang Chang Qimeng drank the fragrant tea in his hand, sighed and said: "The employer who came the day before yesterday is one of these real martial arts lords, and the object of this dart is the Qihuangmen on Huanglong Mountain, another famous martial arts sect. The value of this dart is very real and difficult to estimate, this trip to the dart to save the bonus is of course a lot, but more importantly, this trip to buy and sell by my Sanshan dart bureau to choose, I someone is not able not to take and dare not not take. ”

Xiao Yao understood some of the words when he heard this: "Uncle Fang, if there is anything that can be used by Xiao Yao, if there is, just open your mouth." ”

Fang Changqi sighed and said: "Virtuous nephew, you are not from my Sanshan Dart Bureau, and Uncle Fang doesn't want to involve you in it, but this dart is very important, the Sanshan Dart Game is still insufficient, your talent in martial arts is excellent, I am afraid that now your martial arts have far surpassed your Uncle Fang, but this time Uncle Fang urgently needs your help." ”

It can be seen that this time the dart Fang Changqi looked very heavy, and the good hand dart head of the Sanshan Dart Bureau scattered in Henan and Hebei branches was called to the Kaifeng Mansion General Bureau, among which a dart head of the Daimyo Mansion was only inferior to the other good hand of the gun king Li Zhengqing in the Sanshan Dart Bureau, and the good leg skill of practicing was called Zuo Si Chen, and the Dao was called the iron leg Zuo Si Chen, and the General Bureau of the Sanshan Dart Bureau was suspended from other transactions and concentrated manpower.

On this day, the autumn air was cool and breezy, and the Divine Fist Fang Changqi, the spear king Li Zhengqing, the iron-legged Zuo Sichen, Xiao Yao, and Fang Ziyu said goodbye to the ghost hand Ling Han who came to see them off, and put more than a dozen carts on the cattle and tied them firmly, and headed west.

No one knew that Mo Yanan quietly left Kaifeng City alone, and silently sent Xiao Yao ten miles west before giving up. This area of Henan is still a place where the Sanshan Dart Bureau eats open, and the Shenquan Fang Changqi has already sent people to send famous posts along the way before he set off, and the walk is also very smooth.

After doing this for seven or eight days, I saw that Henan had reached the boundary of Shanxi. Divine Fist Fang Changqi opened his mouth and said: "Nephew Xiao Yaoxian, this is no longer the boundary of Henan, let's pay more attention from today on." ”

Fang Ziyu interjected: "Dad, our Sanshan Dart Bureau is pouring out of the nest this time, does anyone dare to come to Tai Sui's head to break ground?"

Fang Changqi glared at his son and said, "It's only been a few months, have you kid forgotten the hardships you suffered in Tongbai Mountain before? You can really be regarded as a prestige when you are our Sanshan Dart Bureau, and tell you that in the eyes of those real famous mountain factions, how can we be looked down upon by others. ”

Fang Ziyu rarely saw his father speak so harshly, where did he dare to say it at this time, and he secretly knew in his heart that the heavy dart he was going on now might not be simple.

After Fang Changqi finished teaching his son, he turned his head to look at the iron-legged Zuo Sichen of the Daimyo's Mansion, and asked, "Brother Zuo, you often walk around Shanxi and Hebei, so you know what difficult bones exist in Shanxi. ”

Zuo Sichen said: " Back to the head of the dart, our Sanshan dart bureau over the years business is booming but has never been rude to all parties, in this Hetao area is also considered a little famous, with the head of the dart head your name post Baishan can save a lot of trouble, but this Shanxi Huaiqing area but there is a black wind village in this mountain cabinet, the big boss is called Duan Sanshan Jianghu people called the winged tiger with a hand to splash the wind knife to make it very good, gathered in Duan Sanshan's hands under the number of rogues, but Duan Sanshan is insatiable to the saffron asked for by the dart bureau is extremely high, and he himself has no faith at all, we have to pay more attention to this trip。 ”

Li Zhengqing said: "I have also heard a little about the three mountains in that period, and he is a ruthless master who is extremely difficult as long as he has money. ”

Divine Fist Fang Changqi nodded and said, "Then let's be careful in the future, and leave two people to take turns keeping vigil every night to guard against the ambush of the Black Wind Village." ”

Everyone carried the cart for another day, and at noon, the bell rang in front of Luan, and a fast horse carrying a hat to cover his face galloped forward, passing by everyone without stopping.

Zuo Sichen whispered: "I'm afraid that job is coming"

After a while, two more horses came up from behind, and they also swept past both sides of the masked dart cart and glanced at them without stopping.

The iron-legged Zuo Sichen just sneered, and the gun king Li Zhengqing said: "We have a heavy dart this time, the rut marks are very deep, and it is very eye-catching to walk on the road. ”

Li Zhengqing, the king of this gun, really didn't lose his face as a self-proclaimed old Jianghu, and sure enough, everyone escorted the cart before passing a hill, and saw that they had arrived in front of a large black and oppressive woods, and suddenly heard a whining sound overhead, and several arrows whistled past and shot in front of everyone's horses, shooting at the foot.