Chapter 1 Six Thieves
Fulong Mountain Range, Fulong Peak.
There was an autumn rain last night, and the weather suddenly turned cold. The dozen or so sycamore trees outside the village, which were originally proud and tall, with red leaves like fire, fell to the ground this morning, like a group of young people passing by. middle age.
On the right side of the cottage gate, a large starched cotton flag swings feebly, with the words "Walking for Heaven" and other words vaguely visible.
There are about a dozen thatched houses in the village. Only the Juyi Hall in the middle has a few poor leak-proof tiles.
Xin Zhuo was holding a three-month-old yellow-haired native dog in his arms, lying on a bamboo strips chair in the courtyard, basking in the autumn sun, drowsily, then turned over, turned around again, and finally opened his eyes.
The symphony of "clicks" and "puffs" on the side is too harsh.
He looked in the direction of sharpening the knife impatiently.
The blade of the knife is one foot three, and the handle is two feet seven. Its owner, Huang Dagui, the third master of Fulongzhai, "Sai Evilai", is seven feet two. He has thunderous hair, one eye patch, a big square mouth, and a tattoo dripping blood. The wolf's arms are much thicker than his own thighs.
It is said that there are thirteen dead souls under this simple sword.
On the other side, next to a thatched house hung with garlic heads and skewers of red peppers, the second head of Fulong Village, "Poison Xishi", who is twenty-two years old and has a good figure, is unscrupulously spreading her long legs and exposing her red underwear. Cui Yinger, a pair of rough and thin hands scrubbed the clothes hard, making a "puff" sound constantly.
It is said that no less than ten gangsters have died at the hands of these rough men.
The sentence "Can you please be quiet" finally failed to come out.
Xin Zhuo withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky. The sun was very dazzling, just like the sun in his previous life when he went downstairs to buy cigarettes for the manager at his own expense.
He sighed inaudibly.
The "click" and "pop" sounds suddenly stopped.
"Master, have we disturbed you?"
Two cold eyes pierced you as if they were real, and the rude and cold voice was even more frightening.
"No, it's even pleasant to the ear. I slept very comfortably."
Xin Zhuo strategically closed his eyes, let go of Xiao Huang in his arms, and stretched just right.
"Then why do you sigh?"
"My throat is itchy."
"Okay."
So, the "click" and "pop" sounds continued.
“If I hadn’t peed, I wouldn’t have slipped into that broken garden and fallen into the well. I would have come to this other world and faced a group of bandits with knife heads licking blood. I would have been in fear all day long... …”
Xin Zhuo put his hands on the pillow and confirmed his current identity for the fiftieth time -
The only grandson of Xin Aotian, the bandit master of Fulong Village, in the Great Zhou Empire, during the Tianshou period, in the territory of Bazhou, Fufeng Mansion.
At the age of sixteen, he is the only scholar in the village. He is weak and has low self-esteem. Apart from his good physical development and good looks, he has no merits.
Three days ago, my grandfather Xin Aotian went out to fight with others and returned home seriously injured. He survived for half a night and died at the age of fifty-eight.
My only relative is worshiping heaven, and I have become the second generation head of the bandit village inexplicably.
There are so many thieves with five subordinates!
This ghost place cannot have a prosperous city; of course, there are no princes, generals, poems, songs, and dances; there are no wine fights, talented scholars and beauties; it is just a stronghold of thieves in the barren mountains and ridges, and people who rob and behead people. The future looks like this.
Before he could fully accept his new identity, he had to face a series of chain reactions caused by the death of his old boss.
The Fulong Thief Village, which is already weak, is suffering from external and internal troubles!
There are strong enemies outside blocking the door, and there is no hope of going down the mountain. Inside there is no way to plunder, collective unemployment, and food and grass are cut off.
How can you call someone miserable?
"Pa tah..."
At this moment, a messy footsteps and the strong smell of blood swept into the courtyard with the autumn wind, interrupting his thoughts.
One woman, two men, and three blood-stained figures walked into the village. They roughly threw away the broken weapons in their hands and sat in a row, breathing heavily.
The other three bandit subordinates are back.
"You yo-yo, what do you think?" Huang Dagui, the third master sharpening the knife, raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger.
"Taking advantage of the terrain, I wounded three of them. The bandits in Hungry Wolf Village have temporarily retreated. They will not come tonight. No one understands them better than me."
The fourth leader’s “thin dog” Bai Jian took a few deep breaths, stroking the mustache on his thin lips with his left hand, and raising his orchid fingers with his right hand intentionally or unintentionally, it was so outrageous.
The courtyard was quiet.
“Let’s discuss it!”
Cui Ying'er, the second in charge of laundry, stood up and wiped her wet hands on her apron. She threw her black hair behind her, revealing her slender neck.
The thieves sat cross-legged, straightened their backs, filled with murderous intent, and automatically pushed aside the little boss who was taking a nap. "The old boss has been dead for three days. The bandits from xxx's Hungry Wolf Village learned the news as soon as possible and began to attack us in large numbers. We are no match for them.
North Sixth I'm afraid the Tiger Village in Shili can't hide it anymore. When the old master was still alive, he would often kill them single-handedly and humiliate them. They have eight hundred masters. Once the **** come over, I'm afraid these six heads in Fulong Village will be killed. He's going to be picked off."
"There is a new prefect in Fufeng City at the foot of the mountain. It is said that he is a selfless and ruthless Master Qingtian. Recently, he has been sending some dog-like police officers wandering around the foot of the mountain. He knows it with his butt. They are preparing to encircle Fulong Mountain. We have the fewest people in the village and are easy to manipulate. We may be the first ones to attack!”
"Seventeen miles east of Shuiyue Temple, those nuns have been urging us to do good. Old nun Wutang Pujing has said more than once that if we continue to be stubborn, we will use force and take us to apologize to the Buddha. What a joke. When did I, the hero of Fulong Village who uprightly uphold justice for heaven, ever offend the Buddha? Ancestor? Where did the Buddha come from to be so cool?”
“There is also the Qiugong Pavilion thirty miles to the west. The group of students who read Rushu always called themselves hermits, relying on their martial arts and eloquence. , we have been asked to put down our evil swords and go down to the mountains to farm. I, xxx, have only been around for a long time. They are more handsome. They flirt with the pretty village girls down the mountain all day long and do dirty things. They are dirtier than us. I think they just want to tie us up to do cool labor."
"It's even worse. Unfortunately, the hungry wolf village is facing each other hard, and the road down the mountain is blocked. We can't go down the mountain to rob. The food is gone, and there are only three big cabbages left in the village.”
“Damn it!”
The thieves looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere was very depressed, but the maple leaves were falling outside the courtyard. When they got involved, the bad-tempered third boss Huang Dagui kicked and scolded him in frustration.
"That is to say, there are six dilemmas!"
The female thief Cui Ying'er, the second leader, pulled her hair around her ears and summarized the words of the thieves, "Hungry Wolf Village, Menghu Village, Guanfu, Shuiyue'an , Qiugong Pavilion and lack of food!”
“That’s right!” The thieves nodded in agreement.
Then,
There is no more.
In fact, they have stated the same line thirty-seven times in the past few days. There is no solution at all!
"By the way, the big boss is a scholar. I wonder if there are any regulations?"
The thieves finally remembered the new big boss with a very low sense of existence, and looked at them together, with an attitude of being better than nothing. .
"..."
Xin Zhuo closed his eyes and whispered softly, the atmosphere of this damn bandit meeting was too oppressive.
Not only do I not have any charter, I even want to persuade you to mess with me.
In this terrible situation, what should I do as a 996 youth who has received nine years of compulsory education and lives in a modern society ruled by law?
In addition to messing up, is there any other room for operation?
The bandits in other villages cannot be defeated, so accept the government's recruitment?
That was the treatment of a large group of bandits that was difficult for the government to exterminate. There were only six or seven of them, and at most they would be taken to the vegetable market and beheaded in public.
Copying poems, doing business, making soap, gunpowder, imperial examinations, and playing cannons? Not to mention responding to circumstances, we are not very good at it.
That’s right, I’m just a useless time traveler who has forgotten everything I know.
It’s so difficult for me!
"Ha! What a lethargic and useless boss."
The sun set in the silence or ridicule of the thieves.
The people dispersed and the courtyard became quiet.
Xin Zhuo stretched himself and ran to the only well in the village to sit down.
He felt that this could alleviate the panic of being stabbed by other bandits or officials suddenly. At least the yard was spacious and he could run away if the time was not right.
“Ding!”
This was the last stubborn word from his own mouth, but he waited quietly for a while without any reaction.
It seems that the ending has been irreversibly destroyed.
His eyes turned to the dark well water.
I climbed up from this well that day. If I jumped down, could it cause a miracle of returning goods within seven days without any reason? Compared with risking your life, it is more comfortable to be a house slave in 996.
He tried to lean down one leg while holding on to the eaves of the well.
The well water in late autumn is extremely cold, and the biting chill hits instantly.
The water is too cold to go in.
Just as he was about to exit, his foot slipped, and with a difficult split, he crashed into the mouth of the well.
However, the splashing water, claustrophobic coldness that I imagined did not appear.
The well is gone!
The well appeared in mid-air in front of him, rising and falling, the water surface swaying, emitting a strange light.
【Wangyuejing】!
I said? ? ?
(End of this chapter)