Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 37
That group of minions cut wood to carry and weaved tents to make nets. They carried the captured nobles, servants, men and women in rattan nets and carried them up the mountain.

Hiding in the mist, Liu Qiao and two slowly floated among the mountains, observing the whereabouts of the gang of thieves.

Floating in the sky feels slow, but the thieves running on the ground are very fast.

Probably those bandits are used to howling and gathering in the green forest, walking on dangerous cliffs and steep mountains, running like flying, hundreds of thieves, like swallows in the forest, walked seven or eight miles of winding mountain roads with a cup of tea.

After walking like this for about half an hour, after turning over two or three hills, we arrived at the foot of a lofty mountain. From a distance, we could see the smoke rising from the mountains, surrounded by towers on the top of the mountain.

Mountain patrollers, water carriers, firewood collectors, clear posts, and hidden piles are all over the mountain for more than ten miles. At a glance, there are more than a hundred of these handymen on the surface.

There is only a walled city in the middle of the mountain, which is made of wooden fences. The walls on all sides are about two feet high and about Li Xu long.

There is also a special canal dug in front of the village, about Zhangxu wide, filled with water, and bottomless.

In addition, in the left and right spaces in front of the village, there are also bandits and bandits, large and small, who are practicing military skills, advancing with drums, retreating with gold ringing, cutting bamboo into spears, and breaking wood into soldiers. There are at least a thousand people on the left and right.

"What a gangster's den, it's like an iron bucket, no wonder there are no officers and troops to suppress it..." Liu Qiaoyin admired in the fog.

"Although this village is precipitous and well-guarded, but the whole body is built with wood, isn't it afraid of fire?"

Chang Long chuckled softly and said: "In my opinion, let's just put a fire on it and tell the monsters and bandits in this cave to burn them all to death."

"Although this method is wonderful, but it's not the present time. How do you know how many children from good families there are in the stronghold? If all of them are burned to death in a big fire, it will be your sin." Liu Qiao said speechlessly.

After all, Chang Long is a different kind of Taoist. In his opinion, it is now the dry season of summer and autumn. It is so simple and trouble-free to set fire to the mountain and burn all these monsters and bandits to death.

As for the sons of good families who were captured inside, I'm sorry, Master Chang can only count them as having sacrificed their lives for the people of the world.

There is a fire on the mountain, and the police station is under the mountain.

Liu Qiao was still thinking about catching the demon and interrogating spells, so let him think about it. If he wants to burn the mountain, he must at least save the people.

The green-robed man was probably a leader, at this time he led the captives back to the mountain, the gate of the village was so startled that countless bandits, big and small, rushed out to welcome them into the village.

Liu Qiao's master and apprentice were hidden in the fog, they only dared to float around the top of a cliff a few miles away, but they didn't dare to float to the front of the village.

The main reason is that the weather is not beautiful, the summer is hot, the sky is clear and cloudless, if a cloud of mist tens of feet wide suddenly floats past, even those bandits and monsters are really stupid, they will see something strange.

The distance was too far, I could only vaguely see the green robed man as the leader, and several leaders in front of the village laughing and chatting a few words, but they couldn't understand what they said, so they were surrounded by everyone and entered the village.

"Master, there seems to be a stream under this cliff. We hide in the stream. When a thief comes to fetch water to eat, we will catch him and ask about the details of the village."

Chang Long is a water snake who has become a spirit, and is extremely sensitive to water vapor. From a long distance, he can know where there are water veins and where there are streams and springs.

Liu Qiao had nothing to do with it, and the two of them descended from the steep cliff to the clouds. Sure enough, they saw the spring water jingling at the bottom of the cliff valley, and a pool of water was quiet and quiet.

"Whether they eat this pool of water or not, put some food in it first..." Chang Long chuckled, channeled his mana silently, opened his mouth to quench a mouthful of black water, and spat it into the pool.

It was a snake venom he had practiced for many years. If someone touches it, he will faint immediately. If he eats it into his stomach or into the meat, he will have his intestines pierced and his throat will be blocked by blood.

Liu Qiao shook his head: "There are at least a few thousand Dingkou in this village. There are so many bandits. There must be springs and running water in the village. It's not much use..."

As they were talking, they suddenly felt something, the two immediately fell silent, and hid in the grass one person deep by the pool, keeping their expressions calm.

After a while, a thin and small man in linen clothes with a straw rope came to him, muttering in his mouth, carrying two wooden barrels, and wandering to the edge of the pool to fetch water.

"Ah...uh" The thin man was scooping water when suddenly the grass swayed, and the wind blew up behind his head. Before he could scream, he felt a pain in his neck, and his throat seemed to be clamped by iron clamps.

But Chang Long got Liu Qiao's instruction, jumped out from the bushes and grabbed the thin bandit by the neck, like lifting a chicken, and carried him to the grass.

The water-carrying bandit felt suffocated for a while, and being held in his hand, he seemed to be flying through the clouds and spinning around.

After finally touching the ground with his feet, he regained his composure and looked up. The first one had a face like a crown of jade, kind eyes, and extraordinary elegance, while the one on the left had a blue face with fangs and sharp pupils. The contrast was so strong that it was momentary. He was so frightened that he was out of his wits and his spine was chilling.

"This, uh... Your Majesty, don't eat me"

The bandit thought he had met a mandrill woodcutter, so he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "I'm rickety and thin, and I can't make enough oil, don't eat me... don't eat me..."

"Pa..." Chang Long slapped him on the head with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, beating the bandit dizzy, he felt like a thunder was ringing in his ears, and his head was buzzing.

Just as he was in a daze, the indigo face approached his ear, and said coldly: "Hugh is yelling, what big king and little king, you see clearly, I am your grandpa, and the one sitting there is your grandpa grandpa, huh... "

Although this skinny little thief is a demon gangster, he is a mortal after all, so he has seen the true nature of these gods and demons.

At this moment, Chang Long was talking to him face to face, mouth full of blood, only smelling the bloody wind, two pairs of fangs, dangling back and forth, trembling with fright, he hastily changed his words: "Ah... yes, it's the old grandfather... the old man grandpa..."

"Don't tell you, why can't you hear clearly?" Chang Long said, waving his hand to hit him again.

But Liu Qiao stopped him, and said to the trembling little thief: "Little brother, I see you look like this, you don't smell like blood, you don't look like a man who screams in the mountains and forests, what is your name, why did you follow the thief?"

"Old... grandpa, grandpa, the villain Niu Er, who used to be a farmer at the foot of the mountain, went... last year, my mother was ill, and went to the mountain to collect medicine, and the kings took it..." This Niu Er saw Liu Qiao's spirit, and he and The words are pleasant, and I can't help but feel at ease.

He looked at Liu Qiao's appearance, he didn't look like the bandits who came from the hills, but more like the officers and soldiers suppressing the bandits. Afraid of being implicated, he hurriedly picked out some innocent people from his background, and told all the truths and lies.

He said that his family did not go up to the mountain voluntarily to become thieves, but there were years of wars down the mountain, heavy taxes, and his mother was ill. Last fall, he went to the mountain to collect medicine to serve his mother, but was taken away by the bandits in the village.

I was going to eat him as autumn food, but fortunately there was a fellow bandit in the village to protect him.

But since then he was forced to follow the thieves. There are thousands of thieves in the mountains, most of them are led by a group of monsters and thieves who brought good people from good families.

If Chang Long hadn't been afraid of his verbosity, he would have even planned to tell about the fact that he peeked at the widow's bath when he was a child, to prove his innocence.

Regarding what he said, although Liu Qiao debuted not long ago, but he is not a young knight, a rookie in the rivers and lakes, of course he will not believe it all.

But judging by his behavior, he doesn't look like a gangster, and he has no blood on his body, and his eyes are cowardly. He has never killed anyone, so he didn't intend to embarrass him.

Hearing him talk about the leaders in the village, Liu Qiao and Xi asked: "Niu Er, how many great kings are there in this village, do you know what tricks they have and how are their martial arts skills?"

"That's great, you really are here to suppress the bandits..." Niu Er said with a half-truth and surprise on his face.

That expression, as if he has been in the bandit camp for a long time and his heart is in Han, waiting for Master Wang to rescue Zhongliang.

Chang Long stared quietly into his eyes and said: "In front of my teacher, don't play tricks, we know you are innocent, and you don't let me do it wrong, if you know the situation in this village, you can do it truthfully..."

"Hmph... If you are playing tricks, someone will know. Then you will not be able to survive, and you will not be able to die." Chang Long snorted coldly when he saw that his face was pale with fright.

"No, I dare not hide it from Grandpa. There are two great kings in the stronghold. They are usually dressed as Taoists. They lead hundreds of thugs and enslaved me to wait for thousands of them."

"Oh?" Liu Qiao heard that they were dressed by Taoists, and his heart tightened. He knew they were heretics, and hurriedly asked: "What are their names, where is the cave, and do they have any magical powers?"

"This mountain is called Maoshan, and these two great kings often practiced in the mountain, and the strangers and experts who came and went called them the two saints.

The great king was born with a green face and long beard, a yellow crown and a red robe, with double hooks and crosses. His supernatural power is amazing, he can pull nine cows backwards, and he is called Lu Taoist.

The two great kings were born with black faces and curly beards, green robes with lotus crowns, and wielding nine-ringed swords. "

Niu Er thought for a while, and then said: "They are also called Lu Mao Ersheng, each has thaumaturgy, and is good at changing. As for how powerful they are, I have never seen them, but I just heard legends from the old people in the village... I don't know It's not true, I don't dare to talk about it for fear of missing the two grandpas..."

Liu Qiao twirled his beard and said: "There are no rumors in the ground, and the legend also has a foundation. Just tell me, even if there are exaggerations and omissions, I don't blame you."

"It is said in the village that Sheng Lu lived to be 120 years old, and Sheng Mao lived to be 98 years old, but they both have youthful faces and strong bodies, and they are both the generation of immortal parents.

Lu Sheng is good at opening the altar, and he will know whoever wants to harm him, or if he wants to go down the mountain anyway, he will bleed from his seven orifices, or stare in a daze, and fall off the cliff by himself, and can subdue dragons and tigers, ride clouds and fog.

Mao Sheng is good at summoning and impeaching ghosts and gods. Whenever he goes out of the mountain, there must be mountain spirits, earth gods, ghosts and wooden guests to welcome him. If he casts a spell, he can break a piece of thatch and turn it into a soldier; The beard and hair can transform tigers and leopards into males. "

Liu Qiao and Chang Long looked at each other and nodded. Judging from the age of their lives, these so-called "two saints" must have obtained the fundamental longevity method, and they are not ordinary heretics who only rely on magic to succeed.

Judging by the number of years of penance, the two sages have a hundred years of magic power.

And heresy is no more ascetic than Taiyi Xuanmen, it eats more spirituality of mortals to increase its power, if it only eats one person every month for a hundred years, then the magic power will have to be at least a thousand years.

As for how to deduce this standard, when Chang Long was not converted to the Orthodox Church, he was also lazy and took shortcuts, relying on cannibalism to increase his merit and longevity, and eating a spiritually good mortal could save several months of effort.

In addition to what Niu Er said, although there are suspicions of exaggeration in the legend, the magic of this Lu Mao Erdao is also really mysterious, no wonder he dared to call his ancestors holy in remote mountains and remote places.

(End of this chapter)