Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 87 Evening Bell
Bailu is very good at entertaining, so he brought two more glasses, filled them and handed them to Zhang Zhe and Meng Xiaowan.

It was almost a month late for this cup of wine, and the two finally willingly drank it with their arms under the moonlight at the bow of the boat.

Zhang Zhe laughed, snatched the empty cup from Meng Xiaowan's hand, and threw it at the moon in the lake again.

"It's endless, isn't it!" A voice on the shore called out impatiently.

"A moment ago, the young master came to wash his face and was smashed by you, and he walked a mile to relieve his hands and was still smashed!"

Zhang Zhe and Meng Xiaowan raised their heads in astonishment, and heard that the voice was actually the little Taoist priest from Wuliu Guanzhong who had gone to inquire about the bandit army.

Another voice followed.

"Haha, I'm sorry to disturb the two couples! My nephew is a rock-headed nephew, and this scenery is quite annoying."

It was the voice of an upright old liar.

Meng Xiaowan didn't think it was disobedient, but was a little surprised: "These two move so fast!"

Sanqi was a little unconvinced at the stern.

"Don't be surprised, my lady. Our waterway is very curved. When they come down from the mountain, it will be a straight road. After walking a few miles, the lake will widen. Let's see them eating farts behind me."

"Prince Qingzheng and Taoist Xiao are going to the county to submit letters?" Zhang Zhe greeted from afar.

"For the blessing of the benefactor, hahahaha," Qingzheng's mood was obviously extremely beautiful, "Brother Guanzhu wrote a letter in hand, asking the two of us to deliver it to the old lady of the Yan Mansion to relieve the misfortune of all people in Wuling. I and Gan Nephew Xiu is the fastest on foot, that's why he got this job."

Sanqi had already inserted the bamboo pole into the mud and stopped the boat so that Zhang Zhe could talk to the two of them.

Zhang Zhezheng was a little hesitant, whether he should tell Qing Zheng his judgment on the bandit army, because if the bandit army really succeeds and occupies the county, the Wuliu Temple will never escape the opponent's revenge.

But I heard that Qingzheng laughed a few times.

"Benefactor Zhang, I just want to tell you something here. My nephew Ganxiu has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is mellow and unyielding by nature. Tonight, he brought Guanzhong martial arts to kill more than [-] bandits. Now he is the leader of the bandit leader A head and a brand name are about to go to the county to report meritorious service. My nephew is already sixteen years old. With this meritorious service, he just goes to join the army. I don’t know the benefactor, what do you think?”

Zhang Zhe smiled, he didn't care about these credits, and the little Taoist top tank just picked him and Sanqi out.

"That's it, Mr. Zhang is here to congratulate first!"

When Qingzheng heard that Zhang Zhe did not object, he was also determined in his heart.

Before going out, the senior brother blocked Quanguan and only told him two things.

One of them is to hide the "Guardian God Lei" and let Ganxiu take the credit. Senior brother Qingyuan also said that Zhang Zhe will not care; the other is to involve Zhang Zhe. Only after reporting the letter in the middle did we know that a small number of bandits had come to commit the crime.The implication is to hide the trail leading to the mountains behind the view.

Qingzheng roughly understands the intention of the senior brother, and both God of Protector Lei and Guanhou Xiaodao are involved in the big secret of the temple.Now that he has figured out Zhang Zhe's true attitude, Qingzheng feels more at ease.

Zhang Zhe was about to order Sanqi to continue on his way, but for some reason, he always felt that something was ignored by him just now.He thought for a while, and then looked at the two black figures on the bank who were about to leave with some anxiety.

His gaze finally fell on Ganxiu who was going to join the army as a corporal leader.

Corporal?

A small leader with five soldiers.

Wait, what he carries with him is the head and number plate of a team!
That's a team!
A cold sweat covered Zhang Zhe's back in an instant.

In the ancient military system known to Zhang Zhe, five people form a team, five teams form a team, and two teams form a team!
In the previous design, what they killed was a bandit army.But the leader is a team leader!So, what about a military horse?

"Shut up!" Zhang Zhe suddenly shouted loudly to the half-old child who was about to leave, "How many people should the team lead?"

The half-grown child said coldly: "Of course there are 50 people, why are you asking...not good!"

Zhang Zhe turned his head and looked behind, in the direction of Wuliu Temple.

A glaring flame was burning at the edge of the night.

"Lang Jun," Sanqi's tongue was a little knotted, "It seems to be Wuliu Guan, it's on fire!"

"No, master!" Ganxiu screamed, and was about to rush back, but was hugged tightly by Qingzheng.

"I can't go, I can't go!" Qingzheng cried out, some couldn't help him.

Inside the Five Willows Temple, Qingyuan Lao Dao was lying in the ear room covered in blood, surrounded by flames.The sword in the old Taoist's hand was broken in half, and one arm was unnaturally crooked, as if he was taking in more qi but not going out.

A moment ago, a group of thieves suddenly rushed into Wuliu Temple, facing a jar of fresh grains, drenched the Taoist priests with stench, and then there was a massacre.

A few Taoist priests in the audience who knew a little about fisting and kicking were almost killed by the smell, and they were punished by the bandits within a few strokes.Those thieves still laughed loudly: "The evil method of the thieves and Taoists really can't see the filth, so it has been broken!"

Qingyuan Lao Dao led people to resist for a while, and was about to leave from the back, but four or five sturdy bandits had already touched the back, hiding in the darkness by the door and stabbing Lao Dao several times.

After having to retreat to the temple, the old Taoist knew that there was no good luck in the whole temple tonight, so he asked the remaining disciples to set fire to it.What he was thinking at the moment was very simple, Wuliu Temple could not tolerate thieves' blasphemy, and then he would use this fire to tell Qingzheng and Ganxiu who had left, that Wuliu Temple would have to come back.

The leader of the thieves was also terrified, and led the people out of Wuliu Temple.

The fire was too evil, a few little Taoist priests ignited it, and the whole house caught fire in an instant, and then quickly spread to the whole view, and seven or eight brothers who were rummaging for belongings had no time to retreat, and they were also folded inside.

On the boat on the lake in the distance, Zhang Zhe was muttering to himself with his arms around Meng Xiaowan.

"Well, you are an old Taoist from Qingyuan, you keep saying that I don't want to use my middle strategy, but you have already prepared it! The whole Wuliu temple has been poured with fire oil."

Through the dancing flames, the thieves faintly saw a stout Taoist with two broken blades staggering into a pavilion, and then a bell rang from the pavilion, spreading throughout the Wuliu temple, and then the second The second sound spread throughout Taohua Mountain, and the third sound spread far away to Taolin County.

When the mournful bell sounded, Gan Xiu instantly lost his strength and stopped struggling.

He screamed miserably: "Brother Qiande!!!" Then he hugged Qingzheng Laodao and cried loudly.

Hearing the bell, Zhang Zhe couldn't help closing his eyes, and the five willows were finished.

The bell rang more than 20 times, and finally disappeared, leaving only the huge torch burning on the top of the mountain, which became more and more red.

(End of this chapter)