The first volume of the Sun and Moon in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Chapter 16: Crossing the river, "Ami Oops!" The murderous words of Zhang Qian were hit in chaos. The movements on the old monk Huixiang's legs were obviously slow, and Luo Huaizu swept away half of the monk's cloak with a knife.

And Luo Huaizu, since he dated Zhang Qian, has not been so happy. While shaking his sword to chase Hui Xiang's figure, he shouted loudly: "Okay, happy! This is what my Mo family should look like! Even if they dare to bully them, they will kill them with one knife. Can they still be afraid of him and a bunch of bald donkeys?!"

"Amitabha, misunderstanding! Don't misunderstand the two donors. I am not from the Baima Sect, and the words just now are not threatening! Zhang Shaojian, listen to my words. You can't destroy one sect by one. Enemies should be resolved rather than to make a deal. Taking advantage of the possibility of reconciliation between the two parties... Although they were not injured, Hui Xiang was scared and sweated. The speed of dodging was faster and the voice of explanation was higher.

"What's this not a threat?" Guo Nu rushed up from the bottom cabin with seven or eight servants, bent his bow and arrow around. "Shoot him, he and the White Horse Sect are in the same group. Shooting one to death is counting on the other!"

"Don't shoot arrows, don't shoot arrows!" The old monk Huixiang was so scared that he jumped out of the sky. He jumped over and overturned to the outside of the ship, whispering one hand on the edge of the ship's side, and shouted loudly, "Zhang Shaojian, I am really not from the White Horse Sect, I am Zhang Ruoxu's friend. I was with him when I was a teenager! If you kill me, even if he doesn't blame you, he will definitely be sad."

After the last two sentences, each of them reached the key point. Zhang Qian heard it and immediately decisively ordered, "Junior brother, don't shoot arrows. Luo's account room, don't chop him first, pull him up!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Guo Nu agreed loudly, and then he brought his servants to form half a circle, facing the old monk's position far away. Luo Huaizu walked forward quickly, grabbed the old monk Huixiang's arm with one hand, and pulled it up hard, "Come on! Don't pretend to be dead!"

"Amitabha!" The old monk Huixiang finally breathed a sigh of relief. With Luo Huaizu's pull, he flew onto the deck like a kite. Before he could stand firm, his feet complained loudly, "Your surveillance is so great that he is a killer. Fortunately, I still praise you for being kind and kind."

"Zhang is naturally kind to good people. Zhang is not afraid of violence against evil people!" Zhang Qian walked up with a sneer, his voice was not high, but he could ensure that every word could fall into the other party's ears clearly. "Since his White Horse Sect dares to murder Zhang, he should be prepared to bear the consequences. If he wants to murder Zhang but does not allow Zhang to take revenge, that is a daydream!"

"My Mo family is most concerned about fairness!" Luo Huaizu curled his lips and shook his head, and spoke loudly beside him, "Repay kindness with kindness and grudges with grudges! Never bully others with power. If you are bullied, you will never bear it!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Huixiang was exhausted again and blushed and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Since he is a lobbyist, he naturally has to put in some effort in advance to understand all aspects of Zhang Qian's temper, personality, preferences, taboos, and living habits. In this way, he can ensure that his words can arouse Zhang Qian's deep thoughts and then accept his "instigation".

Unexpectedly, the situation he found was a total of 108,000 miles away from the real Zhang Qian!

According to his prior knowledge, although Zhang Qian had mastered the unpredictable skills of ghosts and gods, he was very humble and even a little weak. That time ago, Zhang Qian summoned the Fire Meteor and knocked down the altar set up by the White Horse Sect to block his house. After that, he only handed over four temples and Buddhist fields, and gave up on the victory and chased him, which is a full proof.

Zhang Qian was alone away from his master's sect, so he attached great importance to friendship. This can be seen clearly from Zhang Qian's attitude towards elders and friends such as Zhang Ruoxu, He Zhizhang, Wang Han and Wang Zhihuan. For more than half a year after he came out, anyone who got close to him had gained great benefits. Every time he encountered danger, he wanted these elders and friends to hide far away to avoid being implicated by himself.

Therefore, Monk Huixiang thought that this time he came forward to be a lobbyist for the White Horse Sect, and persuaded Zhang Qian to stop and be sure to take it.

Although the White Horse Sect instructed the bandits to intercept and kill them first and instigated the troops to attack the observatory behind, the losses were all on his own. From beginning to end, he did not hurt Zhang Qian at all. As long as he was a friend of Zhang Ruoxu, he pointed out the pros and cons and told him that the White Horse Sect was not powerless to fight back. It would definitely make Zhang Qian feel afraid. Then, he bargained and persuaded both sides to take a step back. It would be a natural result!

Unfortunately, the facts in front of him were very different from his previous imagination. He tried hard to point out the "pros and cons", but the effect was added to the fire. He said the power of the White Horse Sect to fight back, and even the possible way of fighting back, but the effect was that the invisible murderous aura erupted from Zhang Qian!

Zhang Qian was not weak in his temperament, and he was obviously harder than a knife. Although his friendship was valued very much by him, it was far from becoming his bond.

"Junior brother, please take someone to watch him. Don't let him make trouble secretly, I'll go to bed first!" Seeing that the old monk Huixiang was blushing and pondering alone, Zhang Qian smiled and gave orders casually.

He had already made it clear about the other party's purpose. He simply wanted to use Zhang Ruoxu's face to calculate that he would not kill him. So he wanted to be a lobbyist for the White Horse Sect and advised him to stop when he saw it and not kill all the White Horse Sect.

However, how can such a cheap thing be in the world? If I had let the White Horse Sect go easily this time, how could those monks have a good memory? And those who stood behind the White Horse Sect who murdered them, how could they feel afraid of it when they found that the price was so small.

As he expected, as soon as he finished speaking, the Buddha's chant rang again. The old monk Huixiang changed his calmness and calmness when he just boarded the ship. He bent down respectfully and bowed together, "Zhang Shaojian, please listen to my monk's words. The White Horse Sect is not all evil. A monk died in your hands before. He may not know about the interception and attacking the observatory."

"Monk, be careful!" Zhang Qian's brows frowned quickly, and he waved his hand with a sneer, "Zhang has not left the observatory for twenty-three consecutive days. Whoever monk died at the hands of Zhang has nothing to do with Zhang. As for the White Horse Sect, whether there are many evil people or many good people, since they come from the same sect, they don't call themselves innocent. Otherwise, why don't those who know that their fellow disciples do evil things soon? It's impossible, when they share money and benefits, they are fellow disciples. They have caused a disaster that they can't bear, and then suddenly remember to distinguish, who is the black sheep, who is praying to the Buddha with all their hearts!"

"This..." Monk Huixiang was speechless again, and he was stunned for a while before he said, "You can't let all the monks of the Baima Sect withdraw from the sect! Besides, as long as there is spare money in the world that needs to lend money for profit, there will inevitably be monks and temples who lend money. Even if you change your name, what you do will be the same."

"Then let the Baima Sect change its name first." Zhang Qian took the conversation without hesitation and responded with a sneer. "Those who are not involved in the murder of Zhang will come out alone to change the new sect. Those who are involved in the murder of Zhang will continue to stay in the sect and wait for death to avoid Zhang from accidentally hurting the innocent!"

"Donor Zhang, it's not the old monk who deliberately quarrels with you. This is really impossible." Monk Huixiang was stunned, wishing he could slap himself. "The White Horse Sect sincerely wants to make peace. I would like to ask Mr. Zhang to draw a possible acceptance for Shiweng's face!"

"Uncle Zhang Shi did not come forward to plead for the White Horse Sect." Zhang Qian smiled and curled his lips slightly. Seeing that the old monk Huixiang's arrogance was no longer as arrogant as before, he added with a smile: "Well, since you are Uncle Zhang Shi's friend, Zhang will not let you go in vain! The White Horse Sect intercepted Zhang once and instructed others to attack the observatory once. Zhang remembered this account very clearly. If you want Zhang to stop, you should take out sixteen White Horse Temples and 32,000 acres of Buddha land, and then hand over the heads of ten participants. Otherwise, they would like to close all the doors of the White Horse Temple and wait for disaster to fall from the sky!"

"Amitabha" was once again shocked by Zhang Qian's tough attitude. The old monk Huixiang sang the Buddha's name loudly, "Donor, how could you stop? It's obvious that you are forcing the White Horse Sect to fight to the end."

"Then let's fight to the end. Look at his hard head, it's still the fastest sword of my Mo family!" This was the first time that Luo Huaizu saw the other party so pleased him. He walked forward and responded to him first.

He is a killing star. He only dies directly at his hands in this life, but he has dozens of heroes in the world. Therefore, although his voice is not high, his murderous aura soars into the sky. He forced the old monk Huixiang to retreat several steps in succession before he stood up again, and Gao Xuan's name, "Amitabha"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." A string of shrill conch sounds suddenly came from the upstream, cutting his Buddha's name into two pieces in half.

Everyone turned their heads in shock and saw more than twenty fishing boats suddenly rushing down from the vast water surface. Each of them was three feet long and covered with water bandits wrapped in red scarves. One by one, holding sharp blades and swaying claws, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell.

"Bald donkey, is this what you mean?!" Luo Huaizu was furious and raised his sword to greet the old monk Huixiang. Seeing that the situation was not good, the latter jumped to the mast and waved his hand while making a loud noise: "Don't misunderstand that the old monk is not the same group as them. The old monk doesn't know where they came from. Don't Zhang, if you need it, the old monk can come forward to find out for you."

The last sentence was asked to Zhang Qian. He made up his mind and wanted to make Zhang Qian owe him a favor first, and then continue his unfinished lobbyist career.

Anyway, from his perspective, if the person who came was an ordinary water bandit, he would definitely seek wealth first, followed by murder. With his robes and tongue in his mouth, he would be the middle-aged man, so that Zhang Qian would lose money and avoid disaster. If the person who came was really a sect of the White Horse Sect, it even verified his previous sentence that the White Horse Sect was not powerless to fight back. With his slap in his mouth, he just persuaded both sides to shake hands and make peace!

As for the alliance under the city or the alliance under the city, there is no need to consider it. Whether it is the world or the court, where are there eternal enemies?

However, Zhang Qiandi replied, again beyond his expectations. Facing the fierce "water bandits" coming, Zhang Qian actually said leisurely to his junior brother Guo Nu, "Leave it to you!", and then lowered his head and entered the cabin.

And Guo Nu was also a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. The servants on the official ship were less than 30% of the enemy's troops. However, he did not hesitate to transfer the servants to the deck and dispatched troops carelessly.

Fifty servants, even the side of the ships on both sides, were dissatisfied with what tricks could they do? They were just divided into three groups, guarding the side of the ships, and preventing the bandits from approaching. They served as a reserve team, providing support to the first two groups at any time.

Before Guo Nu could finish dispatching troops, the fishing boat was approaching within twenty steps. The bandits on the boat bent their bows and arrows, shooting at the servants' heads.

Looking at the servants of the Guo family, they were all experts who accompanied the caravans and traveled around the world. They were just like their young man Guo Nu, and they were not panicked at all. They squatted down one after another and used the help of the boat to avoid the attack of feather arrows. Then they sucked Lengzi and shot with the horn bow, and they actually fought with the water bandits!

The wind was strong on the river and the fishing boats were not as high as the official boats, so although the feather arrows shot by the bandits were fast and dense, they were all wasted. Although the Guo family had few people, the horn bows in their hands were extremely sophisticated and they cooperated with each other very skillfully. In a group of three or five people, each group aimed at the same target and fired volleys. Soon, they shot over twenty water bandits, causing casualties to occur on every fishing boat closer to the official boat.

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu" The leader of the bandit who was dragging the back to press the formation was furious when he saw this, and personally blew the conch and adjusted his tactics.

After hearing this, the bandits no longer fired their bows and arrows in vain. Instead, they picked up the oars and increased the force of the fishing boat. With the flow of water, the distance between the fishing boat and the official boat was narrowed within five feet in a blink of an eye.

"Bang!" A fishing boat rushed too fast, and the bow collided with the official boat. The hull immediately cracked and entered the water, and the sails quickly tilted to the right. Seeing that the situation was not good, the bandits on the boat jumped into the river to escape. In a blink of an eye, they ran away cleanly.

Before the servants on the official boat laughed, "Bang bang, bang bang bang..." The collision sounded again, but the bandits grabbed the rope-tied flying flying onto the official boat. In a blink of an eye, the speed of the official boat was slowed down, while the bandits on the fishing boat were divided into two groups. They picked up the oars one by one, controlled the distance between the fishing boat and the official boat to avoid collision. On the other side, they quickly climbed towards the official boat along the rope.

"Amitabha!" Hui Xiang looked at her scalp and took a decisive step forward, and she volunteered to bargain for both sides. However, everyone ignored his existence.

Guo Fu suddenly shouted, "Throw". He took the lead in smashing the clay jar in his hand towards the fishing boat below. On the jar, the burning cloth strips dragged bright yellow flames, like meteors in the daytime.

"Bang bang, bang bang bang bang..." More than ten cans dragged flames hit different fishing boats, and they were crushed to pieces in an instant. The flames splashed with the broken cans, and thick smoke rolled up.

"Throw!" Guo's angry voice sounded again, followed by fifteen or sixteen cans, falling towards the fishing boat. More flames and thick smoke jumped up, instantly turning the deck of the fishing boat into torches.

"Cut the ropes, cut the ropes!" Several clever fishing boat leaders refused to continue tying the boat to the official boat to eat the fire jar, and shouted and issued a reminder.

The bandits who had climbed halfway up the cable were so scared that they jumped into the river to survive. The bandits on the deck raised their knives and axes desperately and cut off the cables. Most of the fishing boats broke out from contact with the official boat with thick smoke. The bandits on the boat tried every means to put out the fire and rescue themselves, and no longer cared about continuing to attack the official boat. However, there were still four fishing boats, because of their slow reaction, completely turned into four large stoves, and the flames swayed with thick smoke.

"Continue shooting, don't show mercy! Eliminating evil is doing good!" Luo Huaizu didn't know who he snatched a horn bow, stood by the side of the boat, and shot arrows into the water. Every time the bowstring sounded, a dark red blood stain appeared on the water.

The morale of the people of the family was greatly boosted and they also fired arrows one after another. There were still three people and five people, shooting at the same target. In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty corpses floated on the river surface.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The dull collision sounded again, but this time it came from the bottom of the ship. The servants were stunned and their faces began to turn pale. However, Luo Huaizu, the head of Qi Mo, laughed and threw down his horn bow, took off his cloth robe and boots. He used a little force on his legs, grabbed the scales, and jumped into the Yellow River.

The river was turbid and no one could see him. However, after just three breaths, a ball of red blood began to emerge close to the hull. Immediately afterwards, two red balls were red.

The sound of the boat was chiseled instantly, and several waves of water spread out from the bottom of the official ship to the ground. A faster wave actually chased after it, like a big fish preying on a small fish, causing the waves in front to disappear one by one.

Blood sprinkled up one after another from the disappearance of the water waves. The bandits who were still in the river no longer dared to approach the official ship and rushed to escape. Guo Nu and his servants, standing behind the side of the ship, burst into laughter. They chased the fleeing figures with their horn bows and feather arrows, and sent more bandits to the west.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The conch sounded again, like a tragic cry. The bearded leader of the water bandit was furious and stepped on the deck of a fishing boat that was not on fire, holding a shield in his left hand and a big axe in his right hand, and launching a desperate attack on the official boat.

Guo Nu and his servants all bent their bows and shot, but they were blocked by the bearded and the minions around him with shields. As the fishing boats got closer, everyone raised the pottery jar again and was about to ignite it. However, behind them, Zhang Qian's voice suddenly sounded, "Let's wait, let me try."

Everyone turned around and saw Zhang Qian grabbing a bronze tube with a height, thick arm, and a wooden support at the end of the ship, and walked to the side of the ship. Using the front end of the tube, he pointed to the beard that had been approaching fifteen steps away. The wooden support at the tail of the tube firmly held his shoulders. Then, he held the tube firmly with his left hand and gently pulled the thin rope on the wooden support with his right hand, "swish"

Xisheng quickly tightened and pulled out a wisp of blue smoke from the bulge in the middle of the copper tube. Then, with a loud "bang", the light smoke lingered at the mouth of the tube. Looking at the bearded water bandit leader, he suddenly flew backwards. Blood and minced meat fell from mid-air.

In an instant, there was a silence on the boat and down the boat.

Under the control of sails and rudders, the official boat continued to move south. The bandits' fishing boats, whether they caught fire or were intact, slowed down and did not dare to approach the official boat half a step closer. The big and small water bandits on the fishing boats were stiff and they fought each other. No one dared to raise their weapons, let alone take a look at Zhang Qian's location.

"Wait for me, wait for me, don't leave me behind!" Luo Huaizu came out of the river like a porpoise and waved hard at the side of the ship.

On the deck, everyone finally came back to their senses. They either ran to the stern, asked the boss to slow down, or threw down the long cable.

And Luo Huaizu, as the only person who did not see the power of the bronze tube, was of course not shocked at all. He swam several feet apart, grabbed the cables that everyone threw down, and quickly climbed back to the deck. While raising his hand to wipe the yellow river water from his face, he proudly showed off to Zhang Qian: "I killed three under the water first, and then chased and killed five. When I said I asked you to learn skills from me, you still don't like it. If I hadn't today..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong around him. He was stunned, pointed to the bronze tube and asked in a low voice: "Why did you install a wooden handle for this thing? It's so ugly! This stick is not sticky, and it's not a spear. There is no such a Qimen weapon in the world. It may not be easy to smash walnuts."

"You go and change your clothes first! Be careful of catching a cold." Zhang Qian smiled, not skeptical about him. He grabbed the bronze tube and walked slowly towards the cabin.

The appearance of the water bandits was not beyond his expectations at all.

After crossing the Yellow River, we entered the boundary of the Gyeonggi. Large-scale bandits could not appear in the Gyeonggi. Therefore, if the enemy wants to kill him, the last chance is to be halfway through.

It was precisely because he expected that he might be intercepted and killed in advance that he handed over the officials and equipment of Sitianjian to Wang Han to lead the servants to protect and transported them across the river in advance. He himself, along with Luo Huaizu and Guo Nu, led fifty elite servants to cut off the rear.

The entire battle process was not beyond his expectations at all. No matter how many bandits who lacked training and did not understand the properties of mixed alcohol came, they could only burn them with their heads on their backs.

What he expected was the power and recoil of the bronze musket. Others didn't see clearly, and Zhang Qian, who had been staring at the leader of the water bandit, saw with his own eyes that a hole as big as a watermelon was punched in the other party's chest. The five abdomen and six internal organs might have been shattered by the lead bullet. The recoil sent back by the wooden buttstock at the moment when the lead bullet was fired was like a heavy hammer. Half of his body was still scattered. Every step he took, his shoulders were heartbroken.

Guo Nu and his servants were obviously frightened by the bronze tube in his hand. They all made way, for fear that they would accidentally inspire the "magic weapon" in his hand and be bombarded into the sky. However, the old monk Huixiang gritted his teeth and stumbled after him with a miserable white face, "Zhang Shizhu, Zhang Shaojian, please speak with one step."

"What's the matter with the master, it's okay to say it here!" Zhang Qian used the bronze tube as a crutch, supporting his body, and trying to make himself look leisurely.

"I am a monk..." The old monk Huixiang gritted his teeth again, and suddenly started to attack, "Take a boat, cross the river, cross yourself, and cross people!"

"So, can Zhang cross this river?" Zhang Xian thought for a while, and immediately realized something and asked with a smile.

"Young Master is joking, Young Master is already on the other side!" The old monk Huixiang thought about it and then thought, bowing down, and being a good courtesy.

On the other side, it is almost here. Above the river bank is the capital of Gyeonggi.
Chapter completed!