Hsu Fengnian held Little Hawthorn in one hand and Que 'er in the other as they walked away. Old Man Meng, who had been a bandit for more than 20 years, had mixed feelings. Back then, when he had brought his old brothers to see the master and servant touring Qingcheng, even a blind person would know that they were a fat sheep dripping with oil. A dozen people had rushed up to intercept them. Old Man Meng had just said that as long as they had money, they would not hurt anyone. This timid young master had already fled on horseback. If he had not been unlucky enough to be knocked off his horse by a branch, he would have really run away in a panic. Old Man Meng could not do the immoral business of robbing money and killing people. Unexpectedly, he had accidentally found several large piles of banknotes and some strange books on this fat sheep. The group of old fellows were all dumbfounded. It turned out that this fat sheep had an extraordinary background. Without needing Hsu Fengnian to beg for mercy, Old Man Meng had taken the initiative to take a banknote worth a hundred taels of silver and returned the rest. It was not that Old Man Meng viewed gold and silver as dung. It was just that several groups of people on Mount Qingcheng had robbed wealthy families and attracted the attention of hundreds of armored soldiers from the county's military office. Those who were unlucky had their lairs smashed, while those who were luckier had not been able to sleep soundly. Old Man Meng did not want to drag his group of brothers to the downtown area to be beheaded in public.
After a while, they had gathered in the Taoist temple to eat some roasted game. The fat sheep and the grassland bandits had unexpectedly become familiar with each other. This fellow was not very courageous, but his skin was really as thick as a city wall. He had shamelessly stayed with them for half a day and was addicted to eating and drinking. Every day, he would lie about how he was a rich young master from Beiliang. Who would believe him? Did he think that he was the son of a noble family just because he had a few thousand taels of silver? Our Old Man Meng has seen the world. Later on, Old Man Meng kicked him down the mountain. We are doing a job with our heads hanging on our belts. What if we implicate the two good people, master and servant, in the process? This fellow had a good conscience. Before he went down the mountain, he had given an extra hundred taels of silver, saying that he would keep it for Que 'er to buy clothes and rouge when she grew up. However, business had been slow in the past three years. More than half of it had been extorted by a few little immortals from Qingyang Palace. Then, he had been on good terms with a few groups of people in the same industry who had borrowed but never returned the money. Half a year ago, he had had no choice but to borrow thirty taels of silver from Ying Xuanfeng.
Liu Lu ran over with his head full of sweat. His lips were pale and trembling as he said, "Old Man Meng, Ying Xuanfeng and those bastards are all dead. They were all killed by that guy with the big sword!"
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... Old Liu was as thin as a reed pole, but he had married a wife who was heavier than both of them. Moreover, he had given birth to a little girl who was getting more and more beautiful as she grew up. Old Liu wiped his sweat and sat on the ground. He gasped for breath and said softly, "This swordsman is too overbearing. He killed several people with one strike. How many of them could they withstand? They were all dead! None of them had a whole corpse. Old Man Meng, you are the smartest one among us. Think about it. Are we lucky or doomed? If we met Ying Xuanfeng and his gang, we would have fought with our lives. However, Hsu Fengnian is a real person. If he holds a grudge against us, wouldn't it be like playing with us? ".
Old Man Meng thought for a while and said bravely, "It's a good thing. Hsu Fengnian doesn't look like an official's son who kills people like flies. He really likes Little Hawthorn and Que 'er. We can all see this. He can't be bad. Otherwise, we wouldn't have survived."
Liu Reed whispered, "What is the background of this Hsu Fengnian?".
Old Man Meng reached out and touched his back. It was wet. He shook his head and said, "How would I know?"
Liu Reed was surprised, "Hey, what about the servant, Old Huang?"
Old Man Meng said absent-mindedly, "Have you ever seen a servant who can run as fast as a horse? That's why I didn't dare to ask for more money. ".
Liu Lu suddenly realized what was going on. He slapped his thin thigh and accidentally slapped it too hard. He sucked in a breath of cold air.
Cripple Kong, who always liked to hide at the back of the group, ran with great momentum today, or rather, he pissed his pants in terror. This cripple used to like to jest with Xu Fengnian, bragging about how he was more handsome than Xu Fengnian when he was younger. Now, his face was pale as he shouted, "There are people from the yamen! With a rough glance, there were at least a hundred people. They were all riding horses with sabers and crossbows. Compared to the officers and soldiers who went up the mountain to encircle and suppress them, the difference was like heaven and earth. Old Kong had served in the army before. He recognized the famous Beiliang sabers. They are Beiliang sabers! These hundred people can flatten the entire Mount Qingcheng, let alone us! "
Old Man Meng and Liu Reed looked at each other.
They could only wait for death. Fortunately, Little Hawthorn and Que 'er were not here, so they could die without grievance.
Who would have thought that when these one hundred elite light riders arrived at the stream bank, their leader, a general in heavy armor and holding a halberd, took off his helmet and helmet. With a smile he looked at Old Man Meng's group of rarely seen kind-hearted thieves, and spoke as softly as possible, "This general is Ning Emei. His … Young Master Xu said not to disturb Mr. Meng. It's just that our cavalrymen have always regarded the horses as their comrades. On the way up the mountain, we couldn't find a water source, so we had to break the rules and disturb you. Mr. Meng, please don't blame us. "
Old Man Meng spoke with a thick Yongzhou accent. He was confused and asked, "What did the general say?"
Ning Emei patted his ink-black beloved horse. He smiled and said, "The horse wants to drink water, so we took a break."
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