Chapter 96: Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a horse thief on the mountain

Chapter 96: Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a horse thief on the mountain

  Chapter 96 Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a horse thief on the mountain

  Niudong Mountain is a big mountain.

  More than ten years ago, a swordsman named Wu Kui took a group of people, dozens of horses, and dozens of swords, passing Shiwanda Mountain. According to rumors, he came to Niudong Mountain in order to escape the pursuit of the imperial court. Since then, here has a beautiful name - Qianli Village.

   Said that this Qianli Village was decided by Wu Kui at the beginning. He said that the rivers and lakes are thousands of miles away, and they are destined to gather here. So many brothers, from all corners of the country, ventured into the world together, that's called Qianli Village.

   This Qianli Village has been located here for more than ten years. With its blood and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword of the village owner Wu Kui, it has gained a lot of fame. Now there are hundreds of brothers, and it is also the largest mountain village among the 100,000 mountains.

Shiwan Dashan, the frontier fortress of several countries, gathered people from various countries, good and bad people mixed together, coupled with the convenience of the geographical location, the bandits and horse thieves here are also the most rampant place, plus the gathering of various nationalities, **** incidents often occur, It made the Shiwan Dashan even more smoky.

  Niudongshan area is the area with the largest number of Han people.

   There are dozens of villages in a radius of tens of miles, all of which are basically Han people. Even a few foreign races have almost integrated into the Han people.

Today's Qianli Village is very lively. Hundreds of people came back with a full load. The leader is Hu Yue, the second head of Qianli Village. He is the most famous person in Qianli Village besides Wu Kui, the leader. Wu Kui will send him down the mountain.

  Wu Kui, the owner of the village who seldom shows up on weekdays, personally opened the middle gate and put on a splendid guard of honor. Everyone in the village was busy preparing the banquet. It was Wu Kui who personally came to welcome Hu Yue back.

   Far away, against the wind and snow, Hu Yue saw Wu Kui, hurriedly got off his horse, walked over, smiled and said, "Brother, I'm back!"

If Gu Qingci was here, he would definitely be surprised. The second leader, Hu Yue, was actually the leader of the horse bandits he had seen in that small village before. It's not as cold and ruthless as it was back then.

   "I'm back, things are going well, Xianbei..."

Wu Kui is a middle-aged man who is not young. Unlike Hu Yue, he is thin and thin. A black cloak was blown by the wind and snow and swayed with the wind. He covered his mouth and coughed, looking sick. With dark skin and that resolute face, I am afraid that he is a poor scholar.

Hu Yue hurriedly untied his Qifeng and put it on Wu Kui, reproaching him: "Brother, you haven't recovered from your injury. In such a cold day, you should stay indoors to recuperate well. Look at you... "

Wu Kui bowed his back, waved his hands, stood up slowly, and said: "It was I who established the rule more than ten years ago that I must personally welcome the return of the harvest, not to mention, recently, the wind has been very tight, and I Don't worry too!"

  Hu Yue sighed, and said: "Brother, don't worry, I took people there myself, Xianbei people are not so bold."

Hu Yue supported Wu Kui into the village slowly, the wind was getting louder, and the snowflakes were fluttering, quickly covering those footprints, Hu Yue said softly: "Brother, even if it is a rule, you can let Xiao Li come, he is young The village master has enough qualifications, and he's grown up, it's time to train him."

  Speaking of his son, Wu Kui showed a smile on his face, but he was helpless and satisfied: "That boy, I asked you to go down the mountain with you a few days ago, but was rejected. Early this morning, I took the opportunity to go down the mountain by myself."

   "Ah," Hu Yue frowned, and said, "Brother, there has been a lot of movement in the Xianbei tribe recently. After all, Xiao Li is still young, and his martial arts experience is not mature enough. Will he be in danger?"

   "It's okay," Wu Kui shook his head slightly and said, "He's not young anymore, and he's going to go out sooner or later. Besides, the five and six are following. They are all first-class fighters, so there won't be any problems."

  …

  Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of miles of snow, the world is vast. Counting the cold weather, it is snow. Although it is the first month of the month, the northern country is extremely cold, and snowflakes are falling all over the sky in one day. The mountains are so vast that there is nowhere to hide from the wind and snow.

It's cold and cold, but in the rare Hundred Thousand Mountains, there is a young man carrying a black wooden box and a sword who is walking forward step by step against the heavy snow. Looking from a distance, a row of footprints of different shades Slowly being covered.

The young man was dressed in a white Confucian shirt, which complemented the heavy snow. There was a layer of light blue linen around his neck, his hands were folded across his chest, and there were snowflakes on his head, which melted into water vapor in an instant. It's thin, but not cold at all.

   This is the inner strength of the nine yangs, the divine skill of the most yang and steadfastness in the world.

  Only with the Nine Yang Divine Art near him, he dared to spend his internal energy so much, and let his internal energy warm his body every step of the way. If it was someone else, it would be colder, and he would not be so extravagant.

  It is endless and endless.

Stepping on the snowflakes and walking for a while, Gu Qingci suddenly stamped his feet, looked up at the silver-white line, there was a faint shout, and for a while, the dust was flying, and there were more than ten tall horses galloping at top speed, and the sky was full of snowflakes dancing for a while, It's really windy, sandy and snowy like a knife.

Gu Qingci smiled coldly, like an old monk in meditation, letting the wind blow, drops of water dripped from his hair, it was the snowflakes on his head that melted, and instantly turned into steam and steam, he didn't seem to notice it, slowly Take the sword from the back, and the bone sword wrapped in white cloth on the back looks like a human bone.

  Gu Qingci left the small village where no one cares about, and rushed to Niudong Mountain.

  He wanted to kill someone, and he killed a horse thief.

  He didn't kill people in a small village, because he didn't want to cause trouble to the people in that village. After all, he could pat his **** off after killing someone, but how would the ordinary villagers clean up the mess left behind?

Gu Qingci has heard of many young heroes who fight with swords. Seeing injustice, they draw their swords to help. This is indeed very passionate and chivalrous. However, when you think about it carefully, those young heroes are simply showing off and earning money. fame.

  If Gu Qingci killed people in the village for a moment of anger, if he could uproot Niudong Mountain, of course it would be fine, but how would he know how many people there were in Niudong Mountain?

  He could just leave, but after he leaves, the people in the village will be miserable. How can they resist the horse thief's revenge?

  So, Gu Qingci came alone.

  Untied the knotted piece of cloth, and then lifted the wrapped layer by layer, revealing the sword body of the human bone, and vaguely saw the two words "jade bone" on it.

  The dozen or so people galloping on horseback kept wandering around Gu Qingci, bursts of manic laughter mixed with vulgar words seemed insane. These dozen or so people who drink big bowls and eat meat on weekdays all have arrogant faces. After seeing Gu Qingci, it's like seeing a big fat sheep. It's rare to see a few living people in this place where the birds don't shit. .

  Gu Qingci let out a breath. It was a severe cold season, and a wisp of white mist came out, accompanied by the phrase "This is a good weather for killing!" It looked icy cold.

   Thank you all book friends for your rewards. I don’t have time to count, so I thank you all!

Explain the reason why the protagonist’s name was typed wrong yesterday, because the plot of Shiwan Dashan was written a little before the book started. Protagonist name, I forgot to modify it yesterday...

  

  

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