Chapter 77: Holding a gun, leading a dog, and killing the devil "Oh, this is it." Xu Zishuai pulled the reins and looked around. The horse under him was panting, and even the horse in his hand was exhausted. They each rode two horses and traveled all night before finally arriving near their destination. "I'll go down and look for it." Winters in the south are not too cold. There are many large broad-leaved trees in the dense forests, and the sunlight is mottled. Seeing the dense jungle, Xiang Changsong was about to dismount, but was stopped by Xu Zishuai. "No, I'll go. You go to the nearby villages and see if there are any carriages. Hire a few and I'll take care of the rest." "Alright." Turn the horse towards Changsong and look for the town according to the markings on the map. Although the fourth brother is unruly in his daily life, he is still reliable when it comes to doing things. His talent is ahead of his fellow brothers, and he can easily deal with a few bandits.
Xu Zishuai tied his horse to a tree nearby and went into the forest alone. The terrain of the mountains and forests was complex, and even though the martial artist had strong eyes and ears, it took him an hour to search. The two-meter-high gate of the mountain village stood in the woods. Xu Zishuai did not act rashly. He restrained his breath and sneaked in to take a look around. The bandits all had greasy faces and their arms were covered with tattoos. They were either people who had suffered from oppression or ruffians who gathered in the mountains to roam. He also saw several women with disheveled hair locked up in a room. The youngest was only about ten years old. They were tied around the neck with iron chains and in front of them were broken bowls covered in black oil, with a strong stench. No wonder the government specifically wanted his head. Xu Zishuai confirmed that what was written on the bounty list was correct, and returned to the mountain gate. He stood in front of a tree that was as thick as a human leg, and the long sword at his waist flashed. The movement could not be seen clearly, and the whole tree slowly collapsed. The dead branches collided and broke with a loud noise. The bandits were startled and walked out of the room and climbed up the door to find out what was going on. A huge tree with a sharpened front end made into the shape of a wooden spear suddenly flew out from the forest, carrying with it a terrifying airflow, and smashed heavily on the gate. The gate broke instantly, and the two bandits behind the gate were smashed away. The loud roar scared away the birds and animals in the forest. Smoke and dust were everywhere. The bandits fell to the ground, with yellow discharge flowing from their crotches, and they were so frightened that they lost their voices. "It's such a shame to waste two lives." Xu Zishuai brushed the dust off his hands and slowly stepped into the mountain stronghold. He looked at the gap-toothed bandit lying on the ground, broke off a branch, and gently patted his cheek. "Hey, where's your boss?" The gap-toothed bandit was so frightened that his mind went blank and he subconsciously pointed at the meat paste under the wooden door. "Oh, dead? What a nuisance." Xu Zishuai scratched his cheek, jumped onto the only remaining wooden frame, took out a rope and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone. Listen to me. I only come here to do three things. One is to catch people, two is to catch people, and three is to catch people. Be good and come up one by one and put the rope around your neck." In the shadow of the corner, a bald bandit moved his fingers. Seeing that no one seemed to notice him, he moved his legs slightly and retreated a little bit. After retreating four or five meters, he stood up and ran away! laugh. The bald bandit lowered his head and saw a bloody branch stuck straight into the ground. He reached out and touched it, and found that a thumb-sized bloody hole had appeared on his chest.
puff. The bandit fell to his knees on the ground, blood slowly flowing out from under him. "Hey, I told you to be obedient, why didn't you listen? Come on, come on, put the neck in!" When Xiang Changsong returned with the convoy, more than 20 bandits were tied to trees like dogs. "There are a few women in the village, please help me solve this problem." "I gonna go see." He brought a few trembling drivers to the mountain stronghold. The gate was in a mess, with meat paste pressed under the heavy wooden door and blood all over the ground. Xiang Changsong was not surprised by this. Senior Brother Xu is an orphan. It's just that he is luckier and more unfortunate than Junior Brother Liang. He once had a pair of foster parents who took him in, but later bandits came through the village and all of them died in order to save the hen that could only lay eggs. Senior Brother Xu hated bandits. There was not a single bandit camp within a hundred miles of Pingyang Town. night. Today's special training finally ended, and Liang Qu was so tired that he wanted to lie down on the training ground. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the Fu Bo gun under the bed and became excited. After absorbing the medicinal bath and practicing the standing meditation, Liang Qu, whose qi and blood were restored, took out his spear, admired it for a while, then picked up the spear and started practicing in the yard. The moonlight shone on his body, and his naked chest rose and fell with his breathing. He used all his strength, his muscles tensed up like a crouching leopard. The blood is flowing, and the muscular arms are powerfully pressing down on the spear. Every line is extremely smooth. Judging from his physique alone, he is comparable to the top swimmers in his previous life. Sometimes, standing in front of the bronze mirror in the room, Liang Qu couldn't believe that those perfect lines in the mirror belonged to him. In more than three months, his height increased dramatically, from a small man of meters who had no food to eat to meters, and the growth rate was rapid. Before forging Fu Bo, Senior Brother Lu Gang felt his bones again and measured his bone age to determine the length of the spear. The final conclusion is that according to the current trend, Liang Qu's height will be between 5 feet 6 and 5 feet 7, which is over meters! perfect. Liang Qu took a deep breath and indulged himself in the moonlight. The dark gold-colored spear edge became sharper and sharper, as if reflecting fragments of stars. After the fist hits a hard object, tiny cracks will appear and the body will begin to repair itself. As the number of repairs increases, the bone density will continue to increase, and the punch will then be even harder! The same is true for spiritual weapons. Every collision and swing will allow them to adjust themselves in order to be more in line with the needs and combat habits of their master. Spiritual weapons can no longer be called weapons, they are living creatures!
As long as they don’t encounter devastating damage, spiritual soldiers can recover! "Hu, hu, hu." The gun weighing nearly 100 pounds swept through the bushes like a hurricane, rolling up layers of fallen leaves. After playing for a quarter of an hour, Liang Qu's muscles felt sore and swollen, so he had to stop. He wiped the gun body, washed the sweat off his body with cold water, and fell into a deep sleep. On the third day, special training continued. However, today's special training was only half a day, so in the afternoon Hu Qi asked Liang Qu to adjust his condition and take a nap. According to the departure time of Xu Zishuai and the others, they will be able to return around this evening. At that time, the four brothers will go up the mountain together and go to the Fahua Temple to see what is going on with the mountain ghost. In the evening, Hu Qi finished class early, put on arm guards, carried a dark red bow that was about meters long on his back, and had a quiver slung around his waist. Lu Gang also came to the martial arts hall. He was still dressed in ordinary clothes and was leading a huge black dog with shiny hair and an unusually majestic appearance. "The mountain hound is Master's treasure. It is very sensitive to the scent of monsters. If the blood sacrifice is ineffective, let it try." Lu Gang explained. Liang Qu, dressed in robes and carrying a spear, seemed to be thinking about something. Everything was ready, and he and his two fellow brothers came to the fork in the road at the foot of the Fahua Temple mountain. As it was getting dark, the sound of wheels rolling over the yellow mud road came from far away. (End of this chapter)