Fox Road Travel Notes

Qi Dalang, who was holding the car door open to peek, felt as if his eyes were being pricked by needles.

His whole body trembled, he quickly shrank his head, and growled fiercely at Lao Song: "Bump him over!"

"Quick, hit him to death!"

Old Song also trembled. After following Qi Dalang for so many years, his fear of him had penetrated deep into his bones.

He didn't think much at all, he whipped the Hequ horse hard on the back, shook the reins fiercely, and shouted: "Drive!"

The horse was frightened again, jumped up suddenly, pulled the heavy carriage, and hit the figure head-on.

The man slowly took off the bamboo hat on his head and threw it at his feet.

Then, his body suddenly arched, and his fist, like an arrow off the string, quickly traveled several feet away and appeared in front of the horse's head.

However, at that moment, what Lao Song and Qi Dalang saw was not an arrow, but a shooting star.

A bolide.

Carrying the majestic power brought from the unknown place in the universe, it continues to magnify in front of our eyes, filling the entire field of vision...

"one"!

A fist, a shooting star!

"Peng" the horse's head was broken into pieces, the horse's body was broken into pieces, the shaft was broken into pieces, the body was broken into pieces...

Those who do, will all be shattered!

Lao Song was not broken.

The meteor that hit him scattered in front of his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, he felt his cheeks numb, flew seven or eight feet away, and landed in the grass beside the official road, unconscious.

Qi Dalang was not broken, but his courage was broken.

He had never seen such a fierce and unstoppable fist.

The smelly horse blood and messy internal organs were all hot and sticky on his body, but he was shivering from the cold.

A tongue that can usually speak of the living as dead and the dead as alive can't even utter a word to beg for mercy.

The big man had been holding the lantern with his right hand, and with such an earth-shattering blow, the light didn't even sway.

He took a look at the pale faces of Qi Dalang and Min Jingzong, nodded, turned around and walked to the roadside.

With the dim light, they discovered that a tattered carriage was parked silently in the darkness on the side of the road.

The old horse pulling the cart swung its tail and was happily gnawing the grass in the bushes.

The man grabbed a large bundle of rope from the car, threw it over his shoulders, and walked towards them.

Qi Dalang and Min Jingzong just stared blankly, forgetting to call for help and forgetting to escape.

The carriage was still swaying along.

Qi Dalang tried his best to open his eyes, but he could only see the stinky horse's butt on his face, half of his fur, and the horse's tail that was twitching back and forth.

He didn't know if the murderous man was still there.

Since he threw them on the carriage like baggage, he has never seen his shadow or heard any sound.

In the darkness, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, ranging from light to heavy, like the rapid beat of a drum, passing by my ears in the blink of an eye.

Qi Dalang shouted desperately in his heart: "Stop, stop..."

He began to squirm desperately again, even though he knew that this was a useless effort.

As if hearing his prayer, the sound of horse hooves came back.

A young man shouted: "Driver, stop!"

Another older man asked: "What are you pulling in this car?"

No one answered, but the old horse pulling the cart seemed to understand the human words, slowly stopped and snorted.

The two people dismounted, and the young man said: "Uncle, we are looking for two people, one..."

The mature man suddenly said in shock: "Don't move——, there is someone under this straw!"

"Ah?—ah!"

A scream suddenly turned into a cry of pain, and a figure flew high into the air.

Just like Lao Song, he fell far away in the grass on the roadside, without any movement.

The old man jumped out backwards, mounted his horse, and violently knocked on the horse's belly. The horse neighed and spread its hooves, and ran away like flying away.

The big man snorted and did not get out of the car to pursue.

The old horse's tail slapped Qi Dalang hard on the face a few more times. The wheels turned slowly and creaked on the road.

Qi Dalang felt very cold. The two people just now must have been looking for him too.

He guessed that he was either a government official from Xiuwu County or a disciple of General Song.

However, seeing how hard they chased him, they probably were from General Song's side.

In this Huaiqing Mansion, Qi Dalang has been getting wind and rain over the years, and the only one he needs to go around is the Song family.

He had heard General Song's story countless times.

But as a scholar, from the bottom of his heart, he looked down upon these warriors who only knew how to dance with guns and sticks.

Take a look at "Historical Records: Biography of Youxia" and "Hanshu: Biography of Youxia". These nosy, pretentious so-called heroes, Guo Xie, Zhou Yong... some of them can end well.

Although Song Lieshan has been very restrained in recent years, his behavior has become more and more like a rich man, and he does not block Qi Dalang's way very much, but Qi Dalang has sent gifts and invitations several times, but he has also thrown them away.

The ancients said that it is better to know a T-shaped bow than to draw a two-stone bow.

A local tycoon who made a fortune, befriended bandits, and dominated the countryside, yet they didn't even notice that he was a dignified person.

Little did he know that in the past few years, Qi Dalang could not break off the wealthy locals who had fallen into his hands.

As litigators, these ignorant local rich people are fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

His cooperation with Magistrate Ye was precisely for this purpose.

In fact, since he took office, General Song's family's vast farmland and the legendary windfall from Zengkou Village have all made Magistrate Ye jealous.

The temptation was no less than when Sun Laoer touched Mr. Wang Da's wallet.

But Qi Dalang is sensible.

Although he also coveted General Song's wealth, he knew very well that no matter how old the tiger was, he was still a tiger.

If you push him into a hurry, he will still eat people.

Unless this is a tiger caught in a trap.

Digging holes and trapping people is Qi Dalang's specialty.

The two teamed up several times and enjoyed their cooperation. Qi Dalang liked the power, greed and stupidity of Magistrate Ye. .

Magistrate Ye also likes Qi Dalang's cunning, insidious and clean behavior.

They had discussed the plan to deal with General Song many times, but Qi Dalang was always afraid of the other party's counterattack before his death, and it was difficult to make up his mind.

Until Gao Xinzhi took away Wang Yaner and brought the two of them to court for their adultery.

This is tantamount to slapping Qi Dalang in front of everyone in Huaiqing Mansion...

Qi Dalang was thinking wildly all the way. The more he thought about it, the more he hated General Song.

in case……

At this moment, the carriage stopped again, and he heard General Song's voice.

"Friends on the road, since we have arrived at Huaiqing Mansion, why don't you stop for a glass of wine?"

"Song, you have been waiting here for a long time!"

The voice was calm, but it was domineering.

I dare to say that I am from Huaiqing Mansion. In these hundreds of miles, in the past, apart from Magistrate Ye, there was only General Song.

General Song was not being polite.

There's really wine.

In the middle of the night, on the silent official road, there was not only wine, but also food.

This is a roadside grass pavilion with lanterns hung on the four corners. Under the pavilion, there is a big stone.

On top is a jar of old wine and a few side dishes, delicate yet rough, especially out of place on the official road in the dead of night.

Next to the big stone, two people sat facing each other.

A tall man, wearing a scarlet cloak, a square face and a long beard, looked majestic. He sat there like a lion looking down on his territory.