Luo nine needles

Chapter 250

The town is bustling during the day and lively at night.

The lights in front of the Town God's Temple were brightly lit, and jugglers with grimaces painted on the stage rolled like windmills, dazzled, and as the gongs and drums clanged, two more people jumped out, holding torches and spraying them. All the "little ghosts" on the stage were swallowed up, and the audience under the stage screamed.

When the flames faded, the "little ghosts" disappeared without a trace, only the two remaining martial artists who were holding the torches and pretended to be the servants of the City God stood majestically.

The audience cheered like thunder.

The front desk was lively, and the narrow backstage was crowded with men, women and children, people who were putting on makeup, eating, and moving their bodies waiting to go on stage. The "kids" who came back from under the floor shuttled among them.

Among them, there is a "little ghost" who is different from the others. No matter how crowded the place is, he can always pass by without bumping into anyone or stepping on anyone. There is even a female actress who holds a mirror in one hand and a mirror in the other. Mirroring her eyebrows, the "little ghost" slid past her, and at the same time, the actress' hand firmly traced a phoenix tail at the corner of her eyes.

The "little ghost" continued to move forward, but was stopped by the actress.

"Rolling Dragon."

Gundilong's sliding body paused, raised his hand to boo her, the ghostly face covered his original appearance.

The actress smiled, took out a straw knot from her sleeve and shook it: "New news."

The gongs and drums at the front desk clanged again, and a new performance began. Gundilong and the actress huddled together under colorful costumes, and finished sharing the latest master order.

"Go to the north."

Gun Dilong repeated this sentence, his grimace couldn't hide his radiance, and he stood up.

"I'm going right now!"

The actress grabbed his sleeve: "You are not an ink worker, what are you going to do, don't make trouble!"

Gundilong smiled and shook hands: "I can pull a cart to carry materials!"

What else did the actress want to say, but Gundilong already swayed, squeezed out from the narrow gap of the clothes hanger, and disappeared into the night scene of the Chenghuang Temple with gongs, drums, and lights flickering.

Many places in the world fell into silence at night, but many people hurried on their way by the light of stars and moonlight.

On the plain here, an old man pushes a cart, and a sleeping girl lies on the cart, creaking and creaking, and rushing steadily on the rough night road.

There is also the sound of carriages and horses on the dense forest mountain road over there. Bright lights are hung on the carts, illuminating the road for the horses and also illuminating the slightly distressed face of the driver, and the hands holding the reins are all over the ravines.

"Master." The curtain of the car was lifted, and a young disciple rubbed his sleepy eyes, "I'll drive the car, you sleep for a while."

The master didn't look back, and held the rocker in front of the car with his hands from time to time: "It's not easy to drive at night, you can't drive this car."

Disciple said oh and didn't force it anymore. Apprentice craftsman, if you can do it, you can; if you can't, you can't.

The disciple looked up at the dense forest in front of him. In the night, it looked like a monster baring its teeth and claws, mixed with the strange calls of wild birds, which was very scary.

"Master, why don't you take a rest by the side of the road and continue your journey after dawn?" the disciple suggested in a low voice.

Master shook his head again: "One day earlier, the construction period can be advanced one day. The northern border is too far away, and there is no room for rest."

Here the master and apprentice were talking, the horses and carriages kept going, and they turned around the detour, when a fire suddenly lit up in front of them, and a dozen people suddenly appeared behind the jagged rocks.

They were dressed in messy clothes, including silk and cloth, as well as tree leaves and animal skins. They held swords in their hands and howled worse than wild birds.

"What the hell! Passed through Grandpa's mountain in the middle of the night!"

"Disturbing the sweet dreams of the grandpas! Keep the money!"

When they saw these people, the master and the apprentice already knew that they had encountered bandits.

Although his face turned pale, Master still answered calmly.

"Heroes, we are carpenters passing by." He said loudly, taking out the purse from his waist and holding it up, "Poor craftsmen, this is all the money, it's for supper for the heroes."

The disciples behind him are also busy imitating the master and opening their sleeves and belts: "I am an apprentice, I haven't earned any money, and I don't have any money."

The thieves screamed and laughed and jumped down and tore the master and apprentice from the car. After a search, there was nothing but the money bag, and the car was turned over, except for a pile of carpenter's tools.

"Bah! I know that those who drive at night are poor ghosts!" The bandit scolded.

"Pull the horses and chariots up the mountain!" Another bandit shouted, "The horses are killed for meat, and the carts are dismantled for firewood!"

The bandits yelled and pulled the horse-drawn cart, and the disciple leaned against the master, and couldn't help but want to say leave the tools, but the master shook his head to stop it.

"As long as there are people around, it's fine for us craftsmen to walk in the rivers and lakes, and the people in the rivers and lakes will give us face. We only rob money but not life." He whispered, "Don't provoke them. When we get there, we have all the tools we need."

After that, he thanked the bandits, "Thank you heroes for your life."

The disciples followed suit.

But this time it was obviously a bit of bad luck, a bandit suddenly looked at them.

"Our hut is always leaking when it's broken," he said. "This guy is a carpenter. Let them repair our hut."

Hearing these words, the faces of the master and the disciples turned pale. People were arrested and went up the mountain. Their life and death were unpredictable, and it was not so easy to leave. What a pity!
"Hero, our skills are not good enough." The master shouted tremblingly.

At the same time, push the disciple back, signaling him to escape first.

The bandits laughed.

"It doesn't matter if the craftsmanship is good or not."

"Just use it as human power."

Accompanied by the conversation, several people waved their swords and surrounded him, but the disciple who was pushed behind by the master did not run away, but stood up suddenly and pushed the master back.

"As a manpower, I am young and I have strength." He shouted, "Master, run away—"

The master was caught off guard and staggered back, and saw that the disciple had already rushed towards the bandits.

Fool!
The master's vision was blurred, and he seemed to see the foolish apprentice's blood splattered on the spot.

A cold light flashed, and the blood bloomed in the night under the light of the torch.

But it wasn't the skinny apprentice, but a bandit who raised a hatchet.

The bandit still held the machete in his hand, with a look of half ferocity and half fear on his face, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

The other bandits were stunned, gave a strange cry, looked back subconsciously, and saw a cold light coming out of the night on the road.

"who!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"He's here!"

"Kill him!"

Accompanied by the yells of the bandits and the collision of weapons, the master stood by the roadside, watching the light of the knife dance like a silver dragon, cutting through the darkness and cutting off the vitality of the bandits.

Accompanied by a scream, the last bandit who fled to the mountain fell down on the rock and did not move.

It was like a silver dragon screaming in the night sky. The next moment, the silver light flashed and fell into the hands of a man. Under the light of the torch, it was a silver machete with undulating edges and corners, dancing like a silver dragon.

The man turned around and looked at the stunned master and apprentice.

"But to the north?" he asked.

Before the master could answer, the disciple jumped up.

"You are Mo Xia!" He said excitedly.

The man with the silver dragon knife nodded: "By the order of the master, I will escort the ink workers to the northern border."

The disciples were overjoyed and shouted repeatedly that it was great.

The master also came over, thanked the knight, and then gave the disciple a look: "Hurry up and pack up the carriages and horses, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Although the one who died was a bandit, their identities as Mohists were also troublesome when they were questioned by the government.

The silver dragon knife man said: "It's okay, I'll take care of the aftermath here."

The disciple who was harnessing the horse to the cart was taken aback for a moment: "Chevalier, won't you go with us?"

Didn't you mean escort?

The silver dragon knife man smiled: "Don't worry, there is Mo Xia ahead to protect you along the way. I will guard here, in case any Mo workers pass by and encounter thieves."

So it turned out that the disciples were both happy and excited, with Mo Xia guarding them along the way, they really didn't have to worry about traveling.

"Master, master, hurry up and drive the car." He urged.

The master pushed him into the car, jumped up himself, raised his whip with one hand, and waved goodbye to the Mo Xia with the other: "Thank you, Xia."

Mo Xia also saluted while holding the Silver Dragon Saber: "Take care of it!"

The revolving lantern hanging in front of the carriage turned, and the carriage galloped forward, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

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The night shrouded the Duchasi, and the lights of the Duchasi pushed back the night, like a burning white fire.

Standing in the corridor, Zhu Chuan looked at the figure of the woman walking over in the night.

"It's really outrageous." He turned his head and looked aside, there was a hidden figure in the corner, "Although you have always let people in, but now you don't even report?"

The figure leaned forward and smiled awkwardly: "Well, it's not that it's natural to go back and get something, and then come back after taking it."

Zhu Chuan snorted and looked at the approaching woman.

"Seventh Sect Leader, haven't you left yet?" He said in a drawn out tone, "How long has it been, are you reluctant to leave or can't walk?"

Qi Xing said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, I walk fast, one day I'm like someone else for three days."

It is never polite to talk big, Zhu Chuan curled his lips: "What are you doing here?" He said first, "The governor is not here, and the governor is accompanying you today."

Qixing nodded: "Then I'll go see Miss Liang."

After saying that, his figure flashed, and he went to the back house.

Zhu Chuan let out a loud cry and started to chase after him.

He knew that as long as this woman was around, Duchasi would not be at peace!
(End of this chapter)