Chapter 81 Swallow Thief

Chapter 81 Swallow Thief

Chapter 81 Swallow Thief
March, the tenth year of Yousheng.

Three hundred miles north of Pingyang City, there is a mountain called Xuangu Mountain in Taiyuan Prefecture.

The mountain is about three hundred feet high, verdant and majestic, with three sides almost arc-shaped cliffs, and only the southern slope is slightly gentler.

The terrace on the top of the mountain is very flat. From a distance, it looks like a big drum hanging between heaven and earth.

There is another amazing thing: during rainy seasons, thunder may strike from the cliffs and deep valleys on all sides, and the sound can be heard for dozens of miles, which further solidifies the name of Xuangu Mountain.

This place has become an ideal place for many literati and poets to explore the mysteries of the world, and many famous works have been left behind.

A few years ago, there were rumors that there were tigers and wolves eating people in the mountains, so the local government ordered hunters to go into the mountains and hunt them within a time limit. More than ten water and fire sticks were broken, and those poor hunters were beaten to a pulp, but there was still no result.

The official was afraid that more deaths would occur and affect the assessment, so he posted a notice.

"There are fierce tigers that eat people on Xuangu Mountain. To avoid harming the people, woodcutters and distant visitors are not allowed to enter the mountain."

It was chilly in spring, and after a heavy rain during the day, the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply.

It was getting dark in the evening, and the sky was grey. Two men with swords in hand came out, yawning, to take over their shift.

On the top of Xuangu Mountain, more than a dozen houses were built at some point, and hundreds of people were secretly stationed there.

"I heard Mr. Qiao is here."

"A mere female thief, locked up in an iron cage, is still in need of the help of the Jinbei swordsman?"

"The man was arrested, but the whereabouts of the treasure was not revealed."

"In the past few days, there have been five or six groups of people who have come to rescue this Swallow Thief. Haha, what a big name."

One of them said disdainfully: "Those people have mediocre martial arts skills. They came here to die. They left dozens of corpses behind. We have to trouble you and me to push them off the cliff. It will be a good opportunity for the big insects in the valley."

The man chuckled and said, "It's a courageous act to fly into a flame."

On the southern foot of Xuangu Mountain, the mountain road is steep and straight.

The black-robed swordsman walked in the dense woods on both sides of the road. He would stop to observe every time he walked a certain distance. Relying on his extremely sharp six senses, he dodged five visible sentries and seven hidden sentries and kept approaching the top of Xuangu Mountain.

He thought to himself, "Could these people also be Jinyiwei? Their sentry techniques are so meticulous. If it weren't for his 'smooth and flowing' body movements, he would have been exposed twice."

Three days ago, he received news from the underworld that the thief Swallow was sold out to the Jinyiwei somewhere in Pingyang Prefecture. He headed north and found that there were several groups of people trying to rescue him. Following their tracks, he found Xuangu Mountain.

Zhang Yu sat in the grass nest, eating sesame cakes and drinking plenty of water, thinking about the conversation in the bamboo forest that day. He still felt that he should make this trip.

"What she did really deserves the title of a great hero."

"With the addition of the Swallow Thief, the martial arts world will have something else besides the bloodbath and the fight for fame and fortune."

He always felt that there was no shortage of martial arts masters like Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun in this world. Without them, driven by fame and fortune, there would be more hypocrites and careerists emerging.

Bamboo shoots pop up after the rain and cannot be eradicated.

But without small characters like Fan Zhutian and Yan Sanniang, this world of martial arts would lose many of its bright colors, and only factional struggles would remain.

The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse. It will be a cloudy and rainy day as usual tomorrow.

With the help of his flying claws, Zhang Yu climbed up the cliff to the top of the mountain. He took a few steps and slipped into a house with open windows.

There were three people in the room. Two of them were sitting at the table drinking, and one was sleeping on the bed.

When the two men saw the man in black, they were about to shout.

Zhang Yu raised his hand and threw out two golden lights. From a distance of seven or eight meters, the scorpion-tailed golden needle penetrated into his forehead. With the internal force, it instantly turned his head into a paste.

The two men fell on the table, opened their mouths, and made muffled sounds.

At the same time, the man on the bed heard the noise and sat up, with a dagger at his neck.

The black-robed swordsman stared at him coldly: "Whether you want to live or die depends on your decision."

The man glanced at the two bodies lying on the table and felt a chill in his heart: "I want them alive."

"Whose people are you from?"

"Wanwan... the family soldiers of the father-in-law's mansion."

"Where is Yan Sanniang imprisoned?"

"That female thief? She is in the southeast corner, in a stone house, in an iron cage." "How many people are guarding here?"

"About three hundred people."

"Who are these experts? Tell me in detail. If you conceal anything, I will cut off your head immediately."

The man said in a trembling voice: "There is Yue Xiaotian, the sixth steward of the Guozhang Mansion, who is also the leader of our family soldiers. His nickname is 'Little Yueyun', and he uses two lotus octagonal hammers."

"There is another person who came up the mountain this morning. His name is the Northern Shanxi Swordsman Qiao Wuyong. He is also a guest official of the Emperor's Mansion. He is very famous in Taiyuan Prefecture, but... we have never seen him take action."

Zhang Yu felt a little depressed, as he didn't know what kind of person Yue Xiaotian was.

But he had heard of Qiao Wuyong's name. He once chased and killed a group of 100 horse bandits alone, and made sure that no one escaped, which made him famous.

"Good man, I...I've already said it, you..."

Zhang Yu chuckled, put away the "Hanyuan" dagger, turned his palm, and saw a "Scorpion Tail Golden Needle" hit his temple. The man groaned, his lips slightly opened, and fell on the bed. There was no trace of blood on his body, as if he had fallen asleep.

In the southeast corner of the camp, there is a house made of bluestone.

There were many people guarding outside the house, with torches lit, making it bright and difficult to approach. It was basically certain that it was a place where serious criminals were detained.

"Two, six, eight..."

"Twenty-four."

Zhang Yu stuck to the shadow of the corner and observed secretly. The stone house was three meters high and had only one tightly closed iron door. There were more than twenty people guarding the door. The roof was covered with tiles. There was no door to enter the ground, so the only feasible way was to find a way in the sky.

He did not act rashly, but found a corner and hid himself.

At midnight, a light rain fell and thunder flashed faintly in the sky.

"May the weather be good!" Zhang Yu was secretly delighted. He had originally just wanted to wait until the second half of the night when everyone was tired and sleepy, and then find a chance to get closer.

At this time, outside the stone house, the guards crowded under the eaves to avoid the rain, and most of the torches were extinguished.

"This damn place has rained three times a day and my clothes are never dry."

"Brother Wang, when can we go back?"

"Why do you even ask? Of course I have to finish my job!"

"Then until this female thief hands over the treasures from the father-in-law's mansion, we can't return to the city?"

"Damn it! I hate thieves the most. They are worse than robbers. At least they are blatant and honest. Even though they do bad things, they are still upright."

"I think if a thief is caught, no matter how much money he steals, he should be executed immediately for a copper coin!"

"I agree……"

While the guards were denouncing the thief, the black shadow sneaked into the stone house, leaped forward, embedded his flying claws into the wall, then lifted his body and climbed up the wall to the roof. He stepped lightly on the tiles and slowly squatted down.

By moving the tiles, you can see what's going on inside the house through the gaps.

In the iron cell, there was a woman, sitting on a pile of dry grass, leaning against the wall. Her neck, hands, and legs were all shackled with heavy shackles. She could not stand or lie down, and could only sit like this to feel a little better.

Outside the iron prison, the candlesticks on the long table cast the shadows of two people sitting on the chairs onto the wall.

　After eight chapters, the original plot ends and returns to the main storyline of Smiling Proud Wanderer.

　　These eight chapters will be about adventure stories. As for what will happen and how it will be designed, the author will keep it a secret.

　　Some other words:

　　These original plots took a lot of brainpower from the author, and they were also to enrich my worldview of Jianghu. In the original novel, from big figures like Dongfang Bubai, Zuo Lengchan, and Yue Buqun to Lu Dayou and Zhong Zhen, these supporting characters who only took up a few lines of ink are actually characters that surpass 99% of Jianghu people. So there should not be a blank between Jianghu cannon fodder like Wang Liyu and these supporting characters, but a gradual process.

　　These are just some immature ideas in the author's mind.

　　Many book lovers have given feedback that they hope to see a return to the main storyline of Smiling Proud Wanderer, and the author has also realized that the second volume is too long, which has directly led to the less than ideal subscription results after the book was put on the shelves.

　　The fourth round of recommendations for new books is about to end. Since the first order results after the book was put on the shelves were not ideal, subsequent recommendations should be greatly discounted.

　　So I would like to ask all book lovers, if you have extra monthly tickets, to water the seedlings.

　　Of course, no matter what the results are or what the future holds, the word count of this book will definitely not be less than one million, otherwise I would be sorry for the book friends who support this book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)