The old Taoist had no choice but to touch his belly and said to me, "Let's go and have a look."

But just as he was about to go down the hillside, he heard that the village looked like a henhouse that had been blown up. A man wearing white mourning clothes ran towards him, shouting loudly: "Run quickly, you are cheating!"

"A fake corpse?" I suddenly wondered, how could it be such a coincidence that the village had already faked a corpse right after we arrived.

"Senior, this..." I thought something was fishy, ​​so I turned around to look at the old Taoist, who frowned and remained calm.

"I'm afraid there's a ghost."

"The mysterious man suffered the loss of Xiaoyaozi in Zhuanxin Lake. He must know where his weaknesses are. Therefore, he can also think of what we can think of, and he is faster than us."

"The heroes have the same idea. This old boy probably wants to repeat his old tricks again."

"I'm not afraid of repeating the same old tune. I'm just afraid that it will bring trouble to people again."

"Senior, you said that this turtle grandson is so confident. Where does he get the confidence from?"

The old Taoist glanced at me and said with a smile: "In terms of fighting alone, this turtle grandson is really nothing to worry about. Not to mention your kid, even I, an old man, dare to pull him down, but there are two grandsons."

We really can't do anything to him."

"What is it?" I opened my eyes wide.

"First, he has a bunch of disciples and disciples. These are idiots and they are all diehards. It is hard for us to defeat him with just two fists. We can't even get close to him, let alone kill him. Second, he has raised a big snake and we can't protect him.

There are other monsters, this beast can't be dealt with by your prohibition, and he is not afraid of your blood. Add one more, and he has the lives of Jin Lei and Ruan Lina in his hands, and Pangu's heart, if it really breaks the pot, it will break.

, we really have no choice.”

"Hey, this is really difficult to handle." I shook my head, feeling a little discouraged.

In the early morning, I stared at the snow-capped peaks reaching the dome. I wanted to shout, but I didn't want to let the hustle and bustle ruin the purity. But my heart was stained with dust and was painted with thick ink.

The gloomy sky seemed to be brewing the lamentation of an autumn rain; the roaring tigers in the mountains and forests shocked all directions, and the majesty lasted forever but they could not help but walk alone and lonely. Suddenly, there was a splash.

We didn’t know what was going on in the village, so we didn’t dare to go in rashly. So, we squatted in a woodshed with haystacks outside the village all night. At night, the village was still very lively. It was neither due to celebration nor sadness.

It was sad because the panicked shouts of the villagers, the cries of women, the cries of children, and the whines of the elderly were all reduced to silence in the cold winter rain.

An old man, about seventy or eighty years old, ran away from the village and fell down near the woodshed. I was awakened by the sound of rustling rain and found that the old man was already freezing. I couldn't bear to have him shivering alone in the winter night, so I

Save him.

After the old man regained consciousness, he thanked us for our rescue, but he also saw that neither of us looked like locals, and asked what we were doing in this deep mountain and old forest.

The old Taoist smiled slightly and said: "We are going to Qilinpo to visit relatives, but we got lost in the woods last night, so..."

The old man frowned slightly and said, "Qilin Slope? It's a land of tigers and wolves. Even people in the mountains don't dare to go in. Take my advice and go back. That's not something you can go to." After that, he waved to us.

He waved his hand and was about to go out.

"Wait a minute, I see you have gray hair and a long beard. Even if you are not a powerful person, you are still an ordinary person. You must have done a lot of evil things when you were young, right?" The old Taoist said slowly, looking at the old man's back.

After hearing this, the old man stopped and was slightly startled. He slowly turned his head. There was no anger on his face, but he was very curious. He saw that the old Taoist was wearing a simple Taoist robe. Although it was slovenly and patched, his waist was

The pole was straight and full of energy. He felt like an expert from outside the world. He said: "The Taoist Master is really a pair of wise eyes."

, the art of physiognomy is truly amazing.”

I couldn't help but be shocked when I heard the old Taoist suddenly look at me. I thought it was Xiaoyaozi who had reincarnated into him. I saw the old man turned around and sat in the room again, fidgeting with a few white hairs on his forehead, and said: "I know

Very few people know where Qilin Slope is, and even if they knew it, they wouldn't be able to get in. You saved my life, so I'll help you."

I was so happy that I quickly asked: "Where is Qilin Slope?"

"The winding road leads to the green pines, walking in the snow and looking at the moon and the dawning unicorn." The old man smiled slightly after saying this.

I scratched my head, not knowing why, and asked: "Don't keep telling those Xuanyu gossips that you don't understand. Just tell them where they are."

The old Taoist patted me and signaled not to let me speak anymore, and asked the old man, "Haha, thank you for your advice, but I saw your eyes flashing coldly when you mentioned Qilinpo. I don't know what kind of hatred one has against the other."

."

After listening to it, I felt like I was lost in the clouds. How come I knew where Qilinpo was after reading two lines of Tang poems? Why did I start talking about home affairs before I even knew where it was?

The old man shook his head and said, "It's okay not to say it, but I've kept it in my heart for many years, and I'm still depressed."

It turns out that this old man's name is Ma Dabang. He was born in the 1930s and is now in his nineties. When he was 17 or 18 years old, it was on the eve of the liberation of Northeast China. Because of the war, he grew a beard from grass and was nicknamed Ma Big Head.

There was a famous bearded man in the Changbai Mountain area who robbed homes and committed all sorts of evil, but a group of people were abruptly killed by a foreigner master from Qilinpo.

After Ma Dabang finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed for a while. I was very curious about who the foreigner master was and what kind of relationship he had with him, but no matter how much I begged him, he would not tell me anymore.

I couldn't help but be curious, but the old man refused to take the easy way out, so he patted the old man and said, "Hey, we also had beards back then, and they were called cool and unrestrained women who stole the water and played with young girls!"

Before I could finish what I said, the old man couldn't hold himself back any longer and started shouting: "Nonsense, even though Hu'er makes a living by robbing houses and houses, how could the evil leader do such a thing?"

The old Taoist smiled awkwardly and said: "This kid's head was rolled by the hooves of an ox, what a childish thing!"

Sure enough, the old man took action anyway, let out a long sigh, and talked about that turbulent era and the sad past.

It is said that heroes emerge from troubled times. In those years of war, invasion, and internal strife, if you wanted to eat well, wear warm clothes, and play with women, you had to steal other people's food, take off other people's clothes, and sleep with other people's wives.

Dogs jump over the wall when they are in a hurry, and people hit the wall when they are in a hurry. Ma Dabang is so hungry and anxious that he recruits a group of brothers and becomes the king of the mountain. He does not call it a cottage, but calls him a gangster regardless of where he sits, just like a hemp rope.

Stock. At that time, not all beards could dominate the mountain, and most of them were bandits who had no time to do anything.

But Ma Dabang's marksmanship was superb, he smashed a few Shun kilns to get good business, and then he set up his own mountain. However, it was not as majestic as Lin Haixueyuan's mountain eagle, and he had to worry about one bite every day.

Four beams and eight pillars, arranged in two rows, study which family is rich, which company has tough gunners, and which family is a single passer. What kind of business is there?

, cheating money, robbing graves and stealing.

On this day, the cold wind blew into my mouth, and it felt like I was choking on toad smoke, which made my chest hurt. Ma Dabang was pacing around the house. He hadn’t hit a good kiln in a few months. If he didn’t do a lot of work, his hair would

It's about to disperse.

"The boss." When Ma Dabang heard that Brother Myna, who had gone down the mountain to visit the kilns, was back, he was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the door. The man came into the house and swept the snow off his shoes with a broom, took off his dog-skin hat, and said to him:

"There is a bank in Qinghu Town, but it's too hot."

Ma Dabang frowned and asked, "How many young people are there?"

The man looked around and said in a low voice: "No.

If you grab this ticket, it will be enough for us to live for a year, and we will not be able to catch up with this good deal once in eight lifetimes."

Ma Dabang also lowered his voice: "Tell everyone to bring poles and weapons and uncover them!"

People with beards don't speak slang all the time. They only say a few words when discussing important matters because they are afraid of being betrayed. Not all people with beards can speak slang. They don't have enough to eat, so how can they have the time to learn a foreign language.

It was a dark and windy murderous night, and the shameful moon half covered the face of the poisonous woman. Ma Dabang was well prepared and had all the equipment, and drove into Qinghu Town with a large team of people.

At this time, Brother Myna trotted back and whispered to Ma Dabang for a while. Ma Dabang nodded after hearing this and ordered everyone to search the guy. If it can't be fixed on the beam, it will be smashed into a horizontal kiln. Ma Dabang saw the front of this bank and the gold watch on it.

The four characters are: Evergrande Bank. Behind it is a large house, which is very tightly guarded, but the facade is on the street after all, and no one is guarding it.

A man with a beard fixed the plow plate on his butt, because in a dense place like this, what is sought is wealth, and one word is important: speed. Two people will hold up the person tied to the plow on both sides, float it into the air, and use the force to throw it

, with an iron plow plate attached to the weight of a living person, it is easy to smash doors and windows. If you use a blunt instrument to smash hard, it will take a lot of time.

Only a muffled grunt was heard from the two men, their hands loosened, and after a "Peng" sound, the window was smashed open, and the man flew in through the broken window. The bearded man waiting outside opened a sack and prepared to put money, but

After the man entered, there was no movement for a long time. Ma Dabang waited anxiously, stretched his head in and took a look, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.

This is not a bank, it is clearly a coffin shop. The bearded man who just entered was torn apart by something unknown, and half of his body was hanging on the beam. Ma Dabang was startled and hurriedly shouted: "The wind is pulling hard!"

The beard in the back didn't know why, but the boss gave the order. Knowing that the situation was not good, they drew their guns and were about to escape from the town. Suddenly, they heard someone shouting from behind: "Where do you want to run!"

Ma Dabang hurriedly turned around and saw a young man with a smile on his face, holding a pipe in his hand and smoking. Ma Dabang thought to himself: "He is not a big man, but his pipe is not short."

Just as he was about to tell everyone to shoot, the man had already rushed into the crowd. As he waved his pipe left and right, his brains burst out, and he died without even making a sound.

After a while, seven or eight people were knocked down. Ma Dabang cursed that he was unlucky and had encountered trouble. But the king of the mountain was the king of the mountain after all, so he did not get confused because of this. He slowly took out the tortoise box from his waist and raised his hand to hit him.

on that person's shoulders.

Ma Dabang's name as "Big Head" is not for nothing. His bullets were all missed, but he still broke out in a cold sweat. He never fired a second shot when killing people. He always killed with one shot. Who knew that this man was hiding?

Passed the critical point.

The man's shoulder was hurting and he was unsteady, but at that moment he rolled up his big hand and knocked him over. Ma Dabang ordered to capture the man alive. After being shot, the man lost his strength and was quickly captured by the crowd and put up a fight.

Arriving at Ma Dabang.

Ma Dabang was so angry that he kicked the man. The man groaned and knelt on the ground. Ma Dabang raised his big hand and gave him two more slaps, cursing: "You little monkey, you are really stupid.

What's your name?" After saying that, he gave the man a big slap in the face.

The man spat a mouthful of bloody foam at him viciously and said to him: "Hey, my name is Pan Xiao, your father. How dare you come to Hengda Shouzhuang to rob the wild beard?"

After Ma Dabang heard the confused voice, he had heard of Hengda Shouzhuang, which specialized in arranging coffins for people who died unexpectedly. To pick up an auspicious word, he called it Hengda Cai Tong Coffin Chopping Store. He cursed secretly.

There was a bad luck. It must have been the Myna who was so blinded by the wealth that he thought it was a bank. Although Hengda Shouzhuang is a business that involves killing people, there are semicolons all over the country, and the people in the village are also extremely mysterious. I heard that they are all jealous.
Chapter completed!