Chapter 50 Is my sword fast?
Chapter 50 Is my sword fast? (Added for Tangtanger)
On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, goose feathers are flying.
A group of people trudged through the snow.
"How far is Black Wind Village?"
"Master, it's only about seven or eight miles up the mountain road."
"There are still seven or eight miles of mountain road? Damn Cao Long! He has to choose this time to celebrate his birthday."
The man was less than 30 years old and was wearing two thick coats, but he still couldn't keep out the cold. He looked at the gift-giving team behind him, who were carrying half a pork, two slaughtered fat sheep, and red and white ribbons, and were trudging along the ridge of the field, feeling extremely annoyed.
"Young Master, please don't say this again. What if the Black Wind Village hears it..." The man who spoke was seven feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a single knife in his hand.
Huang Fugui interrupted his guard arrogantly: "How do you hear that? Who is my brother-in-law? The Black Wind Village is a nobody in front of the Shennong Gang, and Cao Long is only worthy of carrying my brother-in-law's shoes."
Li Ying walked behind, curling his lips slightly, and looked down on him in his heart: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, the Huang family just sold their daughter to Sikong Huan, the leader of Shennong Gang, as a concubine. They are so arrogant and proud of it! It's ridiculous."
Huang Fugui looked back and said, "Why don't you say anything? What I said is wrong?"
"Young Master is right. How dare Cao Long offend Gang Leader Sikong!"
Li Ying smiled flatteringly and said, "But we are in the territory of Black Wind Village. If we really piss off these bandits, we will suffer immediately. Considering that... it was not easy for his mother to give birth to him in this weather, Master, can you give Cao Long a little face?"
"Hahaha, fine, then for the sake of Cao's mother, give him some face."
Huang Fugui was in a good mood and patted Li Ying on the shoulder.
"Li Ying, you are really talented and good at talking. No wonder my old man has seven or eight concubines, but only favors your sister. Is it a family tradition?"
"I have never been to school. It is mainly because I have been around the old master and the young master that I have been exposed to literature and have gained some wisdom and intelligence."
Huang Fugui laughed out loud upon hearing the compliment, and felt even happier.
The two men walked in front with empty hands and wearing long boots and thick coats.
Those tenants who carried birthday gifts were miserable. They had to carry the heavy loads and stagger along in the wind and snow with their clothes stuffed with straw and their shoes in tattered pieces and their skinny legs.
When the group reached a valley, they suddenly saw dozens of people in front of them, carrying steel knives and looking like bandits, coming towards them.
Huang Fugui didn't take it to heart. This was Yunwu Mountain, the territory of Heifeng Village. It would be strange if he didn't encounter bandits.
He smiled and said to Li Ying: "Cao Long is sensible and knows how to send his minions to welcome him down the mountain."
"Master, something is wrong?"
Li Ying discovered that there was not only someone in front, but also a rider behind him watching from a distance, seemingly following him all the way.
Huang Fugui was a little panicked when he saw those men had unfriendly faces: "Heifeng Village wants to rob thieves? That's not right. We are here to give gifts to Cao Long. How can he be robbing thieves?"
Li Ying hurriedly asked loudly: "Which heroes are coming? We are ordered by Master Huang Batian of Dongliu Village to celebrate the birthday of Cao Long, the head of Black Wind Village, 'Centipede'."
The men didn't say anything, but came straight over and surrounded the Huang family.
Li Ying confirmed his guess. He had been to Heifengzhai several times with Huang Batian before and had drinks with the leaders, big and small. He was more or less familiar with these faces, but these were all strangers in front of him.
He held the hilt of the knife and whispered to Huang Fugui, "They are not bandits from the Black Wind Village."
"Who are you to Huang Batian?" A swordsman in black robe came out.
Huang Fugui's eyes fell on the tall and graceful woman beside him, and he blurted out: "Shennong Gang leader Sikong Huan is my brother-in-law!"
The black-robed swordsman smiled and said, "I know, I know, I'm looking for you."
The two men walked closer. Huang Fugui, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, had his eyes fixed on the woman's breasts. For a moment, he seemed to forget his situation. He only felt dry mouth and a burning sensation in his stomach.
He had never seen a woman of such height, and her figure was so well-proportioned that she was simply a beauty. He could not help but think wildly: "If I could spend one night with her, I would be willing to die for it."
Seeing that the young master was still in a daze, Li Ying hurriedly bowed and said, "Are there any misunderstandings between the two heroes? My master is good friends with 'Centipede' Cao Long. This place is very close to the Black Wind Village. If you have time, you can go up the mountain to have a gathering." The black-robed swordsman did not speak, but just smiled and looked at Li Ying.
Li Ying knew that the visitor had bad intentions, so he said, "The leader of Shennong Clan, Sikong Huan, is the son-in-law of my master Huang. If you two have any grievances with the Huang family or the Black Wind Village, I can ask the leader Sikong to come out and have a meal with you. How about that?"
A cold light fell.
The guard, who had some martial arts skills, only saw the wheel-like axe passing under his neck, and then a headless corpse stood on the snow with blood spurting from the neck.
The head fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of a tenant who was carrying a load behind him.
When they saw that Li Huyuan, who was usually so arrogant in front of them, was killed like a chicken, they were extremely frightened. They took off the birthday gifts on their bodies and lay on the snow to beg for mercy.
The black-robed swordsman laughed and said, "We can't have the first round of wine!"
"You...you..."
Huang Fugui was already frightened to death when he saw that the other party was ready to kill. A hot spot somewhere on his body suddenly became soft, and a fishy smell came from under his body. Yellow liquid fell on the white snow.
"Please spare my life, sir." He knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.
Zhang Yu smiled and asked, "Who are you to Huang Batian?"
"I...I am Huang Batian's second son."
"Are you going to Black Wind Village?"
"Yes, yes, it's the Black Wind Village's leader, Cao Long, who is celebrating his birthday. My father asked me to go and give him a gift."
"What gifts did you bring?"
Huang Fugui was so frightened that he told the whole story in order to save his life: "Pigs, sheep, dried fruits of all seasons, silks and satins, eight hundred taels of silver, and a piece of old mountain ginseng."
Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "Has Cao Long seen you before?"
"We met once when Cao Long came to visit the village three years ago."
"stand up!"
Huang Fugui did as he was told.
Zhang Yu suddenly pulled out the black sword, the cold light flashed, and a few strands of hair were cut off from the temples. All these actions happened in a flash. Huang Fugui stood there in a daze, almost falling down again.
"Are you afraid of death?"
“Afraid…afraid…”
"Is my sword fast?"
"quick."
"Okay then. We are here to find Cao Long, and it has nothing to do with the Huang family. Once we are at Black Wind Village, we must follow orders. Otherwise... my sword can be even faster, so fast that you can't see it. Do you understand?"
Huang Fugui nodded quickly: "I understand, please spare my life, I am willing to cooperate."
Zhang Yu patted his shoulder and laughed, "Not bad, you are a man of taste."
Liu Dachui looked at the Huang family tenants who were lying on the snow like lambs to be slaughtered, then looked at the headless corpse, looked at Zhang Yu, and made a gesture of killing with one palm.
Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "Send five brothers to escort them to the ruined temple. Guard them for a day and then release them. Remember to give them some travel expenses and dry food."
"Yes, my lord!"
Liu Dachui muttered in his heart: "The envoy is good in every way, except that sometimes... he is too soft-hearted, which is not at all like the way of the people in the Demon Cult."
Thanks to Tangtanger for the fan pictures created, which are very much to my liking. I look forward to the pictures of 'Lan Hao'.
(End of this chapter)