The heavy rain washed away the muddy roads like swamps.

The Qing soldiers moved their steps with difficulty and crawled up little by little.

Now that the mountain gate is blocked, I can only fall into the trap if I want to break out of the siege. The villagers obviously understand this truth, and they all took their weapons and came to the door.

After Hou Xuanyan came back, the man in the straw robe, who was awakened by the screams, had a total of 30 people, and also touched the mountain gate. They were the personal soldiers of Duke Jingguo and the personal soldiers of the generals in the late Ming Dynasty. They were all warriors selected from thousands of miles away. This was cultivated to save lives, and each of them was a well-deserved soldier king.

The ancient temple was built against the mountain. The water on the top of the mountain flowed down. It was blocked by the mountain gate, and the amount of water gradually spread across the heels. Hou Xuanyan pulled out a foot from the mud and took a big step forward.

"This group of pigtails, such heavy rain, doesn't make people feel at ease."

Fan Xiong, the leader of the personal soldier, has now taken off his straw raincoat and took off his hat. He has his arms naked, showing his courage. He laughed and said, "The rain is like a damn thing on the mountain. We are uncomfortable, and the clear dogs below are even more uncomfortable than us."

Seeing that his voice was crazi and he didn't care. He just thought that he had a trick to get rid of the enemy, and most of the anxiety in his heart disappeared. After calming down, he found that he really didn't need to be too nervous. There was only one road in the ancient temple gate, and the rest of the place was full of thorns. Unless the thorns were burned all over the thorns, the Qing soldiers could only climb up from this mountain road. Thousands of people were condescending, but they could not hold on to a mere mountain road?

Another flash of lightning flashed by, and Hou Xuanyan happened to catch a chubby figure, sticking his butt against the wall of the mountain gate, throwing it around.

"Yinbao, what are you doing?"

Xu Yuanbao raised his head, shook his head, threw away the water droplets on his head, and shouted loudly: "This is the drainage outlet, it's almost blocked. I'll use a stick to pound it, so we don't have to soak it in the water."

The drain outlet? Hou Xuanyan flashed his inspiration and said, "Clog it, hurry up."

Although the little fat man was a loyal actor by Hou Xuan, he still asked in confusion: "Can we become a turtle in the jar if we block it?"

"Go to yours, you are the turtle if you don't learn anything. Block the water storage, let's give the big ones to the mountain and let them be turtles."

When Fan Xiong heard this, his eyes lit up and immediately shouted, "That's right, Mr. Hou is right, let's flood the seven armies." After that, he said, he praised Hou Xuanyan with a thumbs up and said, "After all, I'm a scholar, and I have a lot of bad water in my stomach."

Hou Xuanyan didn't want to complain about his alternative praise and took a few strong men to find something to block the drain.

After the drainage was blocked by a few big men with messy things in the temple, the rainwater flowing down the mountain had nowhere to be excreted and was all accumulated in the courtyard. Although the cracks on the gate of the mountain gate could leak, it was insignificant compared with the flowing water on the mountain.

After a while, the rain filled the yard with my knees and was about to reach my thighs. The few short legs were already feeling the balls floating on the water.

"All stay away from the door, be careful to be rushed into the Qing soldiers' nest." Hou Xuanyan drove the village soldiers back to the gate of the hall, watching the water in the yard getting deeper and deeper.

The dilapidated mountain gate could no longer stop this natural force, and it collapsed and was washed down.

The steep mountain road in front of the mountain gate was already muddy and difficult to walk on. Suddenly the water flow became smaller. The Qing soldiers who felt the change of the water flow were overjoyed and wanted to climb up to end the torture. Who knew that, not long after a torrent was washed away, and no matter how strong the soldiers were, they would never be able to compete with the power of nature.

After the water flowed, Fan Xiong brought his personal soldiers to the door. Huang Ying and Miaoer and Shuanger also came to the mountain gate. Hou Xuanyan didn't know how to face it, but saw the two little girls dodging their eyes, and Hou Xuanyan immediately became bold.

He pretended to be generous, stroked the hair stained on his forehead, and stepped forward and said, "Girls, don't be afraid, the Qing soldiers have been defeated by me."

Huang Ying smiled cleverly and did not take the pursuits at all. They no longer knew how many times they had been caught up along the way. This girl was really the most optimistic person in the world in front of others, and she was even a little stupid.

She patted her palms gently and chuckled happily, "I didn't expect that the brother of the Hou family looked gentle and kind, and he had martial arts. You have defeated such a vicious Qing army."

Xu Yuanbao burst out laughing, Hou Xuanyan turned around and glared at him. The little fat man raised his mace and ran to the mountain gate with a scream. At this time, there were no Qing soldiers. The little fat man, Fan Xiong and others gave up their past grudges, hugged their shoulders and patted their chests. They didn't know what they said, but they were chatting happily.

Miao'er gently squinted the corner of her mouth and chuckled teasingly: "Oh, Mr. Hou's subordinates, I really want to disagree with you."

Fortunately, Hou Xuanyan was thick-skinned and said casually, "This little fat man is so nervous. We don't have to pay attention to him. We must also find a way to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the Qing soldiers form a formation and trap us in the temple at the foot of the mountain, it will not be a long-term solution."

Huang Ying put her hands behind her back, turned around with her toes, and said gracefully: "Then let's go."

Judging from her attitude, she would walk down the mountain as long as no one stopped her.

Hou Xuanyan slapped his forehead, Miao'er stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly: "She is like this, her temperament is relatively...uh...at random." After that, she chased after her. This time she didn't have time to hold an umbrella, Huang Ying'er's whole body was already wet. Dozens of personal soldiers hurriedly surrounded her and protected her and was about to kill her down the mountain.

Hou Xuanyan quickly went to the hall, greeted the villagers and the people, and cleaned up and ran out of the temple to escape. This was not the first time they had escaped. They were familiar with the ranks and walked out quickly. Only Hong Yizhuo was still holding a spear and standing beside Hou Xuanyan. Since this little Taoist priest knew that the eldest young master Hou had seen the Eastern Prince and the Fang Zhushan, he would never leave a step again. He always felt that following the eldest young master could be infected with a little fairy spirit.

In the Great Hall, Yang Shu was still standing in front of the car, unmoved. The eldest young master handed a cart of gold, silver and jewelry to his hands. The loyal Yang Shu felt that the responsibility was greater than that of a mountain, and he would have rushed out long ago.

"Uncle Yang, don't be standing there, hurry up and go down the mountain!" Hou Xuanyan felt angry when he saw that he was still here.

"Young Master, the rain is so heavy that the carriage will be stuck in the mud when it goes out. What should I do with this carriage?"

"It's time? You hide these things in the temple. Qing soldiers came for people. There was no one here. They would definitely not investigate. When there was no one, they would come back to pick them up!"

Yang Shu clapped his hands and praised: "What the eldest young master said is that the old slave is confused."

After saying that, the three of them moved the gold and silver from the car down and hid it in the dark lattice behind the Buddha statue. Then they piled up with worn bricks and stones, covering them with rotten cloth pieces, which looked inconspicuous.
Chapter completed!