Headless Immortal

Chapter 50 Bandits on the Road

dusk,

It was not yet dusk.

A white deer leaps in the setting sun.

The deer is white, the flag is black, and the flagpole is black.

A donkey cart was followed by a horse cart, and the horse cart was followed by an ox cart.

Traveling by vehicle is not easy, especially for these pampered only children. Traveling by donkey cart or oxcart is even more difficult. After a long day of walking, they are exhausted but can only endure it.

Not to mention that the yamen runners were still full of energy, even though the carriages in front of them hadn't stopped, they had no reason to stop, but they were always full of complaints.

At this moment, Zhang Wu, the head of the constables on this trip and a figure of some importance among the three shifts of constables, ran to the middle carriage with a fawning expression and asked cautiously.

His once straight back bent like a bow in front of the impoverished people.

After being refused by the guards, they hurriedly returned, subtly and overtly slowing down the convoy's speed.

Dusk, it was already dusk.

The convoy finally slowly made its way to the transfer point.

This is the itinerary planned by the county government. This place is located at the border. A small building was built to welcome and send off guests. The innkeeper is a family. The old man drives the cart, the middle-aged man is the manager and cooks, and the young man runs the waiter. The inn is not big enough, with only two guest rooms and a livestock shed, so other people need to set up camp.

They set up camp and built earthen stoves.

It was already night when we finally got to eat our hot meal.

It was dark and windy.

The white deer flag flies high.

A long table was set up under the flag, and instead of eating in the cramped shop, everyone decided to eat outdoors.

The busy old man was the shop owner's father; he was thin and withered, worn down by the days. The head chef, though not tall, was quite muscular.

We were ordered by the government to slaughter pigs and sheep, and to stew chicken and roast duck. Although they were all farm produce, it was quite a feast, and with everything prepared in advance, we were just waiting for the guests to arrive.

"Serve the wine!"

The bailiffs started shouting, and those who couldn't wait had already taken matters into their own hands and brought over the wine jars.

None of the students dared to pick up their chopsticks first; they were all waiting for the old man with the purple beard to give his opinion.

The purple-bearded old man laughed heartily, indicating that everyone didn't need to wait for him and could eat and drink as they pleased.

The officials and students, relieved to be granted a pardon, began to shout in celebration.

Cheng Yan licked his lips, grabbed the wine jar, and poured himself a bowl of murky wine.

The old cat placed its paw on his wrist and shook its head firmly, a hint of doubt appearing on the big round cat's face.

Zhang Wu diligently brought out a jar of top-quality plum wine.

"Sir, General, this is a jar of fine wine that the master specially instructed me to store. Enjoy it to relieve your fatigue."

As he spoke, he prepared to pour wine for the purple-bearded old man and the burly Sun Shen.

Sun Shenyuan hooked his arm, and the wine jar that was originally in Zhang Wu's hand was now in his own. He took a deep breath at the wine jar and chuckled.

Zhang Wu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the wine he had prepared was not good and had angered the general.

He quickly tried to explain himself.

Sun Shen asked, "Is the squad leader in cahoots with them?"

Zhang Wu was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction the ape arm was pointing. It was the shop owner and his family.

He really didn't understand what the general meant.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "Could it be that the wine is bad?"

"If you're not in cahoots, why did you offer us wine that was drugged with sleeping pills?" Sun Shen twirled his hand, and the wine jar landed with a 'thud' on the long table. Shuang Xingrui's sharp eyes swept over the wine jar like an eagle's, landing on the shopkeeper's face before shifting his gaze to the small shop standing on the ridge.

"Sleeping pills?!" Zhang Wu was shocked and turned to look at the shopkeeper.

Everyone was immediately shocked upon hearing this.

Cheng Yan, who was still puzzled, immediately let go.

"Don't hide it. People and livestock can hide, but you can't hide their smell."

Sun Shen stood up and smashed the wine jar on the table.

Herod.

A few moments.

The bandit leader, riding a tall horse, rushed out of the hillside and woods. The leaders were all riding slow horses, followed by Ao Xiao's henchmen. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the people who had set up camp. The bandit leader reined in his horse and looked down at them, saying, "My name is Feng Ba. I am honored by the Green Forest brothers to call me Master Ba."

"You are all of the upper class; it is rightfully my wealth and honor!"

Feng Ba wore half a tattered suit of armor, and a broadsword gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

He had a wide face, a high forehead, and long hair that was casually tied up. Beneath his thick, dark eyebrows were a pair of eyes that shone with a faint light.

Just by looking into the other person's eyes, you can tell that this is also a skilled practitioner who has haphazardly cultivated true qi.

Without true qi, one cannot become a bandit leader.

Although this large group of henchmen was not numerous, appearing to number only forty or fifty, they were far superior to the bandits of Chen Sheng's water bandit stronghold.

The water strongholds were mostly formed by merging villages, and the bandits under their command were of mixed quality.

Feng Ba's men were all strong, healthy men, neither old nor weak, each with ruddy complexions and no sign of malnutrition. "Someone told me you're a high-ranking official, and killing you would earn me six thousand taels of silver," Feng Ba said, his gaze fixed on the purple-bearded old man.

Zhu Xianzhen was flanked by three well-trained guards who stood in a triangular formation.

"Who told you that?" Sun Shen didn't take the other party seriously at all. No matter how many people there were in front of him, they were all just chickens and dogs. He was only interested in the people behind them.

To know the whereabouts of the Grand Tutor and mention six thousand taels of silver, they must be bandits from the southeast.

"I!"

A loud voice rang out from the twilight.

A middle-aged man in a cloak and colorful robe stepped through the light mist. The man wore a dark blue turban over a brightly colored robe, with a simple cloak over it. The high collar supported his square face, which was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Below his horizontal eyebrows were a pair of sharp, leopard-like eyes. His sideburns were gray, and he had a curly goatee.

"Master Song Yuan!"

Sun Shen's eyes sharpened, and he pressed his hand against the long sword at his waist.

"Sun Shen, you didn't expect to see me here, did you?"

Song Yuan withdrew his hands, and two crossbows were drawn, each with three arrows nocked on it.

Half of the six arrows were pointed at Sun Shen and the purple-bearded old man Zhu Xianzhen, who was protected by three well-mannered guards, while the other half were pointed at the students and yamen runners.

He said loudly, "Your martial arts are excellent, but how many people can you protect?"

"All I need to do is kill you."

Sun Shen strode forward.

shhhhh!

The string makes a sound.

Three of the arrows flew towards the purple-bearded old man, while the remaining three flew into the students' area.

"on!"

Feng Ba roared and spurred his horse into a charge.

Several strong men, also riding rickety horses, charged forward together, and the bandits surrounding them quickly pounced.

Just as expected, Feng Ba roared, and the yamen runners and soldiers turned into cowards, trembling and retreating with their knives raised.

Zhang Wu's face was ashen, but he roared and held on.

But before he could retaliate, Feng Ba, who was riding up on horseback, swept past with his sword.

The squad leader's head flew high into the air, and blood gushed from his headless body.

The yamen runners and soldiers, devoid of any will to fight, scattered and fled.

The students wanted to run away, but the bandits were after them and wouldn't allow their hostages to be lost.

A burst of laughter and strange shouts was followed by screams and panicked cries.

These rich young masters had never seen anything like this before.

The ruthlessness of the bandits exceeded their comprehension.

They only snapped out of their daze when a bloody head rolled in front of them.

Clang!
The sword is unsheathed.

Cheng Yan drew the long sword he was carrying.

Several long swords came hurtling towards them.

Keng.

Cheng Yan managed to block the attack, but a knife handle struck his abdomen, and he stumbled, about to die at the hands of the bandits.

"My life is over..." Cheng Yan didn't have time to think further.

A snow-haired ape arm easily lifted him off the ground.

At the same time, he punched out.

puff.

The iron fist pierced straight through the chest of the bandit who attacked.

The bandit's eyes widened in terror, his feet left the ground, and his body went limp on the iron arm.

Before the other bandits could even figure out what was happening, Iron Arm swung his arm, and his former brothers, with whom he used to drink, eat meat, and plunder, were carelessly tossed aside like a wet rag.

Cheng Yan, still in a panic as he was lifted up by the arm, had a stiff body like a rusty gear.

With a clattering sound as his teeth chattered, he slowly turned his head and glanced sideways.

What comes into view are dazzling, gilded demonic eyes.

Its red face and fangs made it look like it was wearing a demon mask.

His seven-foot frame was covered in silver-gray snow-white hair.

Big monster!
no doubt.

The 'monster' slowly put Cheng Yan down and nodded slightly.

"You, you are...!"

Cheng Yan was so incredulous that he almost cried out.

(End of this chapter)