MTL - Time is slow-Chapter 833 Extra 9 Thank you to the strong man

   Chapter 833 Fanwai 9 Many thanks to the strong man

  The mountain peaks are continuous and the trees are towering. A team is rushing on the mountain road. When they approach a canyon in front, the whole team suddenly becomes nervous.

  That place was rough and difficult to navigate, and it has been quite uneven recently, so I had to be careful when passing there.

   "All cheer up, it's good to cross the Ghost Face Cliff." The leader shouted.

  This is a caravan, and those carts are full of goods to be transported this time.

  On this trip, they can earn hundreds of taels of silver, and they can spend a long time in comfort, but they have to face the risk of robbers.

   Seeking wealth and wealth at risk is certainly worth it for those who have been in business for half their lives.

   The team was getting closer and closer to Grimace Cliff. The guards quietly put their hands on the scabbards around their waists, and the palms of their hands were covered in wet, sticky cold sweat.

The    approached step by step, the team became more and more tense, and gradually stretched into a bow full of tension, as if the arrows on the string could be shot out.

   This season, the vegetation is lush, and the breeze passes through the mouth of the canyon, bringing a song intertwined with the sound of various insects, but no one appreciates it at the moment.

  Finally, under such tension, Grimace Cliff walked over smoothly, and the people in the team couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and the corners of their mouths showed a smile.

   However, before the smiles on the corners of people's mouths spread, sharp arrows came out of the sky, followed by rolling stones rustling down.

   "Protect the goods, protect the goods!" The originally tidy team instantly became chaotic.

  Those stones that fell from the sky finally blocked the way of the caravan, took two lives and injured several people.

   Moans came and went, anxiety pervaded the caravan, the guards who could not advance or retreat clenched their long swords, and fear grew in their hearts.

  The loud laughter came, and soon more than a dozen men appeared, holding bows and arrows, standing on the pile of stones and looking down at the beast-like team.

   There was a commotion in the team.

   "Do you want money or death?" the robber leader asked with a grinning long knife.

   The people in the team all retreated.

"Retreat? Where can you retreat? If I count to three, either the goods will be left for you to leave, or I will leave them all!" The robber leader was very satisfied when he saw the pile of goods on the trolley. Full cry: "One, two, three—"

   Every number spit out is like a reminder to the trapped person.

   When the word "three" was uttered, there was no reaction from the caravan. The robber leader waved his hand and said sharply: "Kill them all!"

With a plop, the caravan members knelt down one after another, and said with trepidation: "Heroes spare your life, heros spare your lives, we don't want these goods anymore, we will honor you all."

   "It's almost there, get out now!"

  The people of the caravan scurried away.

  The robbers jumped off the rocks and started to clean up the loot.

   A strange sound came, like a sharp and urgent whistle, and soon an arrow came along with the whistle, straight into the heart of the robber chief.

   The leader of the robber fell down screaming.

   "Boss—" The robbers jumped in shock, raised their knives and looked around, "Who? Which **** made a sneak attack?"

   One of the robbers, a man who looked like a scholar suddenly changed his face and his voice trembled: "Ming, whistle and arrow!"

   As soon as these words came out, the robbers turned pale.

   Recently, there was a master who saw the head but not the tail of the dragon. He specially shot and killed them, these green forest heroes, and never missed. No one has seen the true face of this master so far, only that his arrows are very special, and they will make a whistle-like sound when they are shot.

The    whistle sounded again, and soon a second arrow roared, taking another person's life.

   "Withdraw—" The robbers were in chaos and retreated like a tide.

  The mountain road fell silent in an instant, and only a few corpses were left to remind people of what just happened.

   After a while, people in the caravan hiding not far away quietly appeared.

   After waiting for a while, it was confirmed that the robbers really ran away, and those people hurried back, cheering for the goods left in place.

   "Go!" After the jubilation, the caravan leader reminded everyone to leave the right and wrong places quickly.

   "Brother, look over there."

  Under the reminder of his subordinates, the caravan leader looked along and saw a man in black clothes on the rock.

  The man was tall and tall, wearing a hat to cover his face, and the mysterious bow in his hand gleamed coldly in the sun.

   "The one who saved us."

  The leader of the caravan thought for a while, took a few steps forward, and said with a deep bow, "Thank you for your rescue."

   "One hundred taels of silver."

   "What?" The caravan leader suspected that he had heard it wrong, and stared blankly at the mysterious man standing on the big stone.

  The man's voice sounded very young, with a kind of unworldly cleanliness, and reminded seriously: "Thank you."

   "What?" the caravan leader asked again.

   He may be dreaming, maybe the robbers just now haven't left!

   "Don't you want to thank me?" The man reminded again, and his tone was a little impatient.

   "Yes, yes, thank you for your rescue."

   "Isn't there a thank you?"

   The entire team was silent.

   I have never heard that someone who saved someone took the initiative to receive a thank you gift!

The    man seemed impatient to wait, and raised his head: "Hey, you just robbed, you should come back."

   This shout was quite loud, echoing in the valleys.

The    caravan nearly knelt down.

   "Many, thank you for your help." The caravan leader resisted the urge to pass out and handed over one hundred taels of silver.

  The man took a look, put away the money, put the bow and arrow on his shoulder, and said coldly, "Let's go."

"what?"

   "Send you to a safe place."

   This time, the people in the caravan showed a sincere smile and thanked them repeatedly.

   That's all, one hundred taels of silver should be hired as a top-notch bodyguard.

   The man's thin lips hooked, turned around without a word, and strode forward.

  Most of the people in the world are strange, obviously he saved a lot of money for them, but he is not willing to accept one hundred taels of silver.

   A small courtyard rented at the west end of Fuping Town was kept clean and tidy. A young woman in a jingchai dress was sitting in the courtyard under a begonia tree embroidering flowers.

   A woman in her thirties and forties hung the washed clothes on the clothesline. She turned her head and smiled and said, "Miss, let's rest, or you should feel distressed when Langjun comes back and sees it."

   As he was talking, the courtyard door creaked open, and a handsome man walked in with a hat in hand.

The woman knew the rules and hurriedly left after saluting the man. After she walked out of the courtyard, she still sighed, "It is a blessing for a woman to have a good life. The Long family is obviously not much better than ordinary people, but the man treats his daughter-in-law as a pain in his eyes." , But all the rough jobs are hired to do it.

  Oh, in the next life, she will also be reborn as a beautiful lady like a flower.

   "I'm back." Under the Begonia tree, Zhen Zhen raised her head and smiled at Long Ying who was approaching.

  Longying took out the silver from his arms and handed it to Zhenzhen: "One hundred taels."

  I was really busy and took it over, counting fast.

   "It's a good harvest this time."

  Long Ying obediently squatted beside Zhenzhen, and when she heard her praise, she couldn't help showing her white teeth: "Well, I've saved enough money, I can take you to play in the north."

   Zhenzhen couldn't help but slap his palms when he heard it: "Let's go to the north. We have traveled many places in recent years, but I haven't seen the scenery in the north."

   The next day, the woman who was a servant came to the small courtyard again, but found that the house was empty, and only a piece of broken silver was placed in the place where she used to hide the keys.

  On the official road in the suburbs, a young man walked unhurriedly with a donkey, and on the donkey sat a woman wearing a hood.

   "Dragon Shadow." Zhenzhen, who was sitting on the back of the donkey, shouted.

   "Huh?"

   "What did you say to the north?"

  Long Ying thought about it carefully: "There is a big bug, then I will beat the big bug and make you a tiger skin skirt, okay?"

  Zhenzhen lifted the white gauze in front of him and glanced at him: "Idiot, I don't want to wear a tiger skin skirt!"

   "Okay, okay, what do you want to wear, I'll go hunting, how about Xuehu?"

   "Fair."

  The morning sun has just risen, and the young couple is bathed in the soft orange sunlight as they walk away on the official road.

   Tomorrow there will be the last big reunion episode and it will officially end. The book is almost over, but the cold has not yet healed, so I can rest for a while. Recommend a friend Jiu Shilu's "Mighty Can't Marry":

   In the previous life, Gu Yunjin, who was born in Jiangmen, was obsessed with scholarly incense, even if he twisted himself into a gentle and virtuous child, he would still die of illness in Biezhuang. Open your eyes again, everything starts from the beginning, from the fist.

   Gu Yunjin: Go to her scholar, girl, I will speak with my fists!

   Everyone: The girl is mighty, and no one dares to marry her.

   Jiang Muyuan: I dare!

   (end of this chapter)