Chapter 225: The Mountain Beyond the Grave

Before dawn, Wu Yongchao heard someone knocking on the door. When he went out, he saw a beautiful girl standing in front of the door.

It was so late at night, and suddenly a girl came knocking on the door. She was so handsome, and her smile was so sweet. At first sight, she was...

At first glance, it looks like it was painted.

This was carefully painted by Li Banfeng. If he deceived ordinary people, he would definitely be able to pass the test. However, Wu Yongchao was a four-story house builder and was good at painting. It was really pointless to use this method to deceive him.

The girl took two sacks and a letter and handed them to Wu Yongchao. Wu Yongchao read the letter and asked the girl: "Where is the Lord of the Fortress? Why are you sent to deliver the letter for such an important matter?"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled, but said nothing.

Because Li Banfeng didn't paint her mouth.

…

The next day, Wu Yongchao quietly left Tiemenbao with two sacks and went to a nearby village.

Li Banfeng made it very clear in his letter that there were people monitoring the area, from the gate of Tiemen Fort to the village, and there were people monitoring all the way.

This is a method commonly used by the Jiang Xiang Gang. Even though the Iron Gate Fort is calm, there are actually a lot of people watching nearby.

Just like the original Yujia Buhang, nothing could be seen on the surface, but in fact there was a sub-rudder hidden nearby.

When he arrived in the village, Wu Yongchao changed into coarse cloth clothes and a ragged felt hat. He bought a wheelbarrow from a carpenter's house, and then went to a farmhouse and bought two sacks of rice.

He pushed the rice back in a wheelbarrow. More than five miles away from the fort, a man wearing a cloth shirt and a straw hat walked over with a smile.

"Brother, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Wu Yongchao lowered his head and said, "I sell rice."

"How much does it cost per pound?"

"Three yuan." Wu Yongchao deliberately quoted a high price.

"Can I see the goods?"

The man wearing a straw hat didn't wait for Wu Yongchao to speak, he took out a dagger and tore open the sack.

He grabbed a handful of white rice and twisted it in his hands. The rice grains turned into powder.

"The white rice is of good quality and only costs three yuan. I bought it." The man in the straw hat took out two yuan and put them on the car.

"I won't sell it." Wu Yongchao shook his head, took the money, and wanted to return it to the straw hat man.

The man in the straw hat smiled and said, "When you take the money, you have collected the money. Once the money has been collected, the business is done. It's already too late if you say not to sell it now."

"I won't sell you!" The house repairer couldn't speak well and didn't want to argue with others. Wu Yongchao threw Dayang aside and pushed the car forward.

The man in the straw hat suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked the wheel of the unicycle to pieces.

The car overturned and the sack fell to the ground.

Wu Yongchao blushed and said angrily: "You are bullying people!"

"Young man, you can't say that. You are a rice seller. I give you money to buy your rice, and you throw my money on the ground. Who among us is bullying whom?"

Wu Yongchao opened his stance and wanted to start a fight with the straw hat man.

The man in the straw hat whistled, and a dozen people came out from both sides of the road.

"Little brother, do you really want to take action? It's just a business, why should you be so serious?"

"I'll fight with you!" Wu Yongchao started fighting with more than a dozen people.

His cultivation level was higher than others, but worse than that of the straw hat man. Under siege by more than a dozen people, Wu Yongchao was slightly injured and ran back to Iron Gate Fort with the skill of returning to his heart like an arrow.

This is Li Banfeng's order. He must fight the opponent, but he must save his life.

The man in the straw hat took off his straw hat, took Dayang away, and said with a smile: "I don't want to give him any money. It's better now. I don't have any rice or money. He will suffer a big loss."

A person next to me asked: "Master, what should I do with these rice?"

"Keep it, don't you need to eat?" The man in the straw hat is Han Jinwei, the master of Huangtuqiao Hall.

Han Jinwei looked in the direction of Iron Gate Fort and said to his subordinates: "Did you see that this guy has a high level of cultivation? He has already risked his life for two bags of rice.

Life in Tiemen Fort is difficult, otherwise they wouldn't have started a war with the bandits, and their fort would be running out of food. If we trap them for another two days, they will definitely be honest. "

Han Jinwei ordered people to collect the grain, and then squatted in a nearby farmhouse.

This farmhouse was rented by them. Looking out from the inside, it had a wide view, but looking in from the outside, it was inconspicuous at all.

This is a great place for surveillance and ambushes.

No matter where they go, the disciples of Jiang Xiang Gang can always find a suitable place to stay. This is really a serious method.

Han Jinwei said to everyone: "Remember, we only want things and no lives will be harmed. I am here to talk to the Iron Gate Fort. Try not to make a big fight with them."

…

A fortune teller, wearing sunglasses and holding a blind bamboo, walked along the path to Iron Gate Fort.

A man stepped forward and stopped the fortune teller and asked, "What do you do?"

The fortune teller smiled humbly and said, "Fortune tellers and fortune tellers."

"Really?" There are many people in the Jiangxiang Gang who are fortune tellers. This disciple of the Jiangxiang Gang is named Zhu Youduan. He took a closer look at the fortune teller. All kinds of tools are quite professional.

"Where did you go to tell your fortune?"

"I heard someone say that the Iron Gate Fort is right ahead, and it's a good place to do business."

"It's hard to do now. They can't even eat, so don't go there."

The fortune teller smiled: "Thank you for reminding me."

This is just a perfunctory statement. People come all the way to do business, how could they stop going just because of your words?

The fortune teller then walked towards Iron Gate Fort. Zhu Youduan stepped forward and grabbed him: "I told you not to go, why didn't you listen?"

The fortune teller panicked and said, "I'm walking on my way, how can I bother you? You are..."

Pah!

Zhu Youduan slapped the fortune teller in the face: "Get away, if you don't listen to my advice, it's not just a slap."

The fortune teller covered his face and walked away.

After walking a few miles, he sat on the side of the road and cried with a wronged look on his face.

"What's this? I'm doing a business, how can I bother him? Hit me..."

After crying for a while, it was indeed the people who followed him who left. The fortune teller touched the blind bamboo and sent a message to He Jiaqing with a hook.

"The Jiang Xiangbang surrounded Tiemenbao. Should we act before them, or wait until they succeed and then intercept them?"

Jiang Xiangbang?

He Jiaqing laughed: "This bunch of bastards are here to join in the fun. Who leaked the news?"

"They don't let the vendors in. If they keep besieging like this, the group of cultivators in Tiemenbao will have no food to eat."

He Jiaqing looked disdainful: "After so many years, the Jiang Xiang Gang still uses this method."

"I want to talk to their manager. They slapped me, and their hands were quite fierce."

"Lao Wan, what is your cultivation level? What haven't you experienced? Lu Dongjun, that birdman, is so annoying, but you survived it, didn't you?

Let's not argue with them. You should see what their situation is first, and don't rush to take action."

"I listen to you."

...

Han Jinwei, the leader of Huangtu Bridge, fell asleep in the farmhouse.

The Jiang Xiang Gang is a medium-sized gang in Pro State, and its strength is much stronger than Feiying Mountain.

Han Jinwei knew that Tiemenbao was easy to defend but difficult to attack, so he didn't attack the gate, but only blocked the road.

All the food and drink for the repairmen of Tiemenbao had to be purchased from outside merchants, and each bought their own.

The repairmen did not want to cause trouble to others. If one family ran out of food, they would not be embarrassed to ask for it from other families. With this trick of fortifying the city and clearing the fields, it would take less than a month for Tiemenbao to surrender without a fight.

Han Jinwei felt uneasy after sleeping until six o'clock in the evening.

He seemed to hear some noise.

After years of struggling in the martial arts world, Han Jinwei was very cautious. He immediately went outside and found that the six subordinates who were originally guarding the yard were missing.

Something happened!

The people were gone, and there was no body. He found some blood on the ground and a broken sack.

The white rice in the sack was scattered all over the ground, and there was a piece of white paper in the middle of the white rice.

He unfolded the white paper and saw two lines of words on it:

To buy rice, you have to pay.

If you don't have money, you can exchange it with your life.

Han Jinwei was furious, his nose became bigger, and the tip of his nose turned black. He sniffed the smell on the letter.

He was a fifth-level physical cultivator, originally a human, and a wolf in his transformed form.

With this smell, Han Jinwei chased out of the door, sniffing all the way, and chased to the outside of the Iron Gate Fort.

The steam gate was closed.

Wu Yongchao stood on the lintel, looked at Han Jinwei, and smiled: "Are you here to deliver rice money? Our fortress owner said that two bags of rice, six lives, the money is almost paid, and the change is not needed.

If the rice is not enough, I will sell you some more, and we will still keep the old price."

Han Jinwei gritted his teeth at Wu Yongchao, his eyes shining green.

He didn't know how Wu Yongchao killed his six subordinates without him noticing.

Not only did he not know, Wu Yongchao himself didn't know, he didn't kill people, he was only responsible for delivering rice.

He didn't know that Li Banfeng's key was hidden in the sack of rice.

At this moment, Li Banfeng stood behind the steam gate, waiting for Han Jinwei to attack.

Han Jinwei was really impulsive, gathering people to attack the gate.

But he suppressed his anger, he knew that Tiemenbao was well prepared, and he also knew what the consequences of attacking the gate would be.

Being able to become the head of the Jiang Xiang Gang, Han Jinwei could endure this momentary anger, so he left.

It doesn't matter if he leaves, Li Banfeng is in the mood to accompany him.

That night, Han Jinwei ordered the brothers of each branch to be careful and alert, and to kill anyone who met Tiemenbao without mercy, and to sleep with their eyes open.

Just open your eyes?

Li Banfeng had already walked the nearby roads, captured two Jiang Xiang Gang disciples alive, interrogated them, and sorted out the various branches of Huangtuqiao Hall in one night.

In the next three days, he took several fourth-level house repairs to visit each branch. After three days, each branch had casualties, as many as five or six, and as few as two or three.

The fortune teller hid in the dark and reported the news to He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing sneered.

This is not a problem that can be solved by being cautious. The house repairmen have talents that are overlooked and there is no way to guard against them.

A frontal attack will not gain any advantage, and clearing the fields is even more useless. Tiemenbao will not buy your tricks at all.

Xiao Zhenggong, you have been in another state for too long and know too little about Tiemenbao. If you let someone like Han Jinwei come, nothing will happen.

However, the house repairmen in Tiemenbao have also changed, and they are not the same as before.

…

Ten days later, Han Jinwei wanted to leave.

He had to leave, because half of the brothers in the hall were killed.

The house repairmen in Tiemenbao went out to buy rice and vegetables every day, and sometimes they deliberately wandered under his nose. Every time Han Jinwei took action, he could not catch these house repairmen, and people were killed every night on his side.

If this continues, the Huangtuqiao hall will be finished.

Han Jinwei did not dare to ask Xiao Zhenggong for instructions, and took the remaining brothers to prepare to retreat to Huangtu Bridge.

It was not so easy to leave.

Passing Feiying Mountain, Han Jinwei suddenly heard a melodious song.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass is endless,

The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the mountains outside the graveyard are distant. "

Who is singing this?

Why is this singing making people so irritated?

Han Jinwei's cultivation level was high enough, and he was just irritated when he heard this singing.

The cultivators under his command were not strong enough. The third-level cultivators felt dizzy, the second-level cultivators squatted on the roadside and vomited, and the first-level cultivators lay on the ground twitching.

"Go quickly!" Han Jinwei realized that he had been ambushed and ordered to leave Feiying Mountain quickly.

Want to leave?

How can it be that easy?

Li Banfeng often comes to Feiying Mountain and is very familiar with the environment here. He can bring the wife's power out of the house, and he also knows where to set up an ambush.

More than a hundred house cultivators sprang out from the mountains and forests, killing everyone they saw.

They had blocked their ears beforehand and were not affected by the singing.

With the strong support and cooperation of the Feiying Mountain bandits, their combat power has been greatly tempered, and this time they shot very accurately.

Stone men, clay men, and paper men took the lead.

The third and fourth floor residential buildings follow closely and serve as the backbone.

The house builders on the first and second floors went back and forth, trying to catch something slipping through the net.

Less than ten minutes after the battle, only the hall master Han Jinwei, one deputy hall master, and the helmsman escaped at the entrance of the Huangtu Bridge Hall. The rest of the people were wiped out.

Li Banfeng stood at the foot of the mountain and continued to sing, "The mountain outside the graveyard is the mountain." This sentence suited the situation.

The dead souls were summoned to him by Li Banfeng, and when no one was paying attention, they were all sent to the residence.

"Madam, enjoy your meal!"

"Hey, sweetheart, you love my little slave so much. The food today is really good."

"My dear lady, please keep Jiang Xiangbang in mind from now on. Whether selling vegetables or delivering goods, I can't say enough about my sincerity."

…

The fortune teller sent a message to He Jiaqing in a cottage:

"Iron Gate Fort has set up an ambush in Feiying Mountain. The entrance to the Loess Bridge is probably gone."

"Tiemenbao took the initiative?" He Jiaqing frowned, "This doesn't seem like their temperament. There's something fishy about this."

"I also think there is something fishy. It's best to go to their fort and check it out."

He Jiaqing thought for a moment and said: "I guess Jiang Xianggang will not give up. Lao Wan, please continue watching the show and don't act rashly."

PS: I met He Jiaqing one day and I didn’t know what song he would sing.