Chapter 85: Shooting the Bandits and Provoking the Mountain Wind (Please Order First)

Then, more than ten people suddenly emerged from both sides of the mountain path. Each of them carried a large sword on their shoulder, their faces full of ferocity, and they grinned.

The leader was a short man with a square face, from Shanfeng Village, nicknamed "Square Waist". Because of his short stature, he would swing his knife and cut people in half at the waist when fighting, hence the name "Square Waist".

"Stop, stop, stop."

"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?!"

Fang Yaozi shouted a few times, glared, and then channeled his qi into a shout.

Uncle Fu and the others felt a jolt in their ears and saw stars, so they had no choice but to stop.

"Which village are you from? You seem quite wealthy." Fang Yaozi's eyes were like green beans, but he had practiced martial arts and his eyes shone brightly. In addition, living in a bandit's den for a long time had given him a fierce aura, and his glare was chilling.

"Grandpa, we're from Heihe Village, we're from Heihe Village."

Uncle Fu stepped forward to negotiate.

"Heihe Village?"

Fang Yaozi pondered for a moment, "Oh... I remember now..." As he uttered the word "remember," he swung his large knife and sliced ​​off half of Uncle Fu's ear.

He said fiercely, "Fine, fine, you're broke, aren't you!"

"Last time, the Fourth Master brought people to your village to teach you about farming and mediate village conflicts. Several girls in your village were so enamored with the Master's good looks that they insisted on coming to the stronghold with him."

"You say we put in all the effort and didn't even get paid for our hard work, and you didn't even offer a token of appreciation, yet now you have the money to go to the city market?"

"Feelings are deceiving us."

When Fang Yaozi spoke, it caused the bandits to burst into laughter, which was quite amusing.

But then they saw that several of the men in the village had red eyes. Among the jokes and teasing, the women who had been abducted to the mountain were some of their sisters.

After Fang Yaozi finished speaking, he kicked Uncle Fu to the ground.

"Uncle Fu!"

The crowd gasped in surprise. He had arrived armed with machetes and clubs, but now he dared not wield them.

Fortunately, there was snow on the ground, which slowed down the fall. Uncle Fu cried out in pain, but he was still able to move.

"Sir, please...please let us explain."

"We sold our old ox to get some grain."

Uncle Fu struggled to his feet, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said with a forced smile.

"Grandpa, this half of the grain is all a tribute to you."

"Please, have mercy and give us a way out. Leave us half of this grain so we can barely get through the winter."

"You said we must live first, so that we can constantly offer sacrifices to you, right?"

Fang Yaozi nodded and said, "That's true. I think you're quite shrewd, old man. Here's what we'll do: bring over 60% of the grain."

Uncle Fu felt a pang of regret, but he had no choice. He had ten bags of coarse yellow millet, and he reluctantly gave six bags to Shanfeng Village.

There are at least four bags left.

"Another bag, please."

Fang Yaozi laughed.

"This...this..." Uncle Fu was in a great dilemma, but he could only endure it and had another bag handed over.

"Old man, what a coward. You've lived a life that's been so pathetic. You have no regrets."

"No wonder he's lived so long, he must have some tricks up his sleeve."

The bandits laughed and chatted. Suddenly, Fang Yaozi drew his knife and, with two swift movements, cleaved open the remaining three sacks of grain.

Yellow millet grains were scattered all over the ground, mixed in with the snow.

"Take it."

"You'd better hurry, it's getting dark soon."

Fang Yaozi laughed smugly.

"asshole!"

Unable to contain his anger, a young man raised a stick and charged at the man's kidney.

"No!" Uncle Fu's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to stop him. But it was too late; the man had already struck Fang Yaozi on the shoulder with his stick.

Fang felt a sharp pain in his waist, raised his shoulder, and the stick snapped in two. He grinned maliciously and said, "Good lad, you've got guts, daring to lay a hand on me." He grabbed the man.

The man roared, "Without food, you certainly won't survive. It was worth it for me to chop you with this stick!"

“You got what you deserved.” Fang Yaozi looked at the others. “What about them? Besides, your blow didn’t even hurt me.”

"Hehe, when that big knife cuts into you later, it'll really hurt..."

Suddenly, a strange noise was heard.

The word "pain" had barely left his lips when an arrow shot out, pinning the kidney to the ground.

Being struck by a stick wouldn't hurt, but this powerful flying arrow... it truly pierced flesh and bone.

It hurts so much!

His smug expression instantly twisted into a grimace.

But the arrow was filled with powerful energy, piercing through his shoulder and sinking into the ground, causing him to howl in pain, yet he was unable to get up.

Li Xian shot another arrow.

One, two, three...

Those ordinary mountain bandits were all slit in the throat and died quickly.

One of the bandits reacted quickly, drawing his knife to parry. Suddenly, Li Xian descended from above and kicked him in the lower back. With a "bang," the bandit was paralyzed, collapsing to the ground, his limbs twitching and trembling.

"Look at the knife!"

A bandit immediately attacked, but Li Xian, who was behind, struck first and punched him in the face.

As soon as Li Xian appeared, he struck with ruthless efficiency.

Having dispatched several men in quick succession, his divine might had already intimidated everyone. He noticed a bandit standing only three steps away, looking utterly bewildered. He immediately strode forward and punched the bandit in the chest. His internal energy penetrated, shattering the bandit's heart.

He then turned around and swung his narrow knife, killing another bandit with a single blow.

In that instant, seven or eight bandits had died.

The remaining three bandits, having lost all will to fight, fled desperately. Li Xian drew his bow again...

call out--

The arrow flew through a perfect arc.

One of the bandits fell.

[You shot and killed a bandit, skill level +4]

Li Xian's expression was indifferent, and he loosened his grip.

[You shot and killed a bandit, skill level +4]

The last bandit had already run quite far, and was partially hidden by green plants.

Li Xian pointed his bow upwards, channeled his inner energy, and shot the arrow. The arrow flew through a higher and longer arc, with indescribable grace.

The last arrow was driven in.

[You shot and killed a bandit, skill level +4]

In the midst of changing times, not a single one was spared.

Does it hurt?

Li Xian walked towards Fang Yaozi and stepped on the arrow hole.

"Screw you!"

"If you dare touch me, I'll kill you all!"

Fang Yaozi said sternly.

Li Xian took out an arrow and plunged it into the man's left shoulder, drawing blood. "Does it hurt this time?"

Fang Yaozi stubbornly remained silent. Li Xian sneered, "You certainly have backbone."

"It's a pity you didn't live long."

Without another word, Li Xian nocked a bow and slowly drew back the string. During this process, Fang Yaozi's expression clearly showed fear; he was about to beg for mercy…

An arrow had already been shot and pinned his head to the ground.

"No…"

He uttered a single word, and died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Sir...this..."

Uncle Fu and the others showed no joy.

"Bury these bodies."

"Pretend this never happened."

Li Xian calmly said, "Oh, right, remember to loot the corpse."

"Hurry up!" Uncle Fu snapped out of his daze and ordered everyone to dig a pit to bury the body.

The group consisted of farmers who, working together, quickly dug a large pit and threw all the corpses into it, burying them completely.

They found a total of seven taels of silver, along with several iron knives and spears.

Li Xian gave three ounces to Uncle Fu and said, "If this matter is exposed, Heihe Village will definitely be looted. But if we don't resist, we will either starve or freeze to death."

"You need not panic. Just follow my orders and we will be able to deal with any situation that comes our way."

"In any case... things can't get any worse."

Li Xian's calm demeanor impressed everyone.

The farmers' eyes gradually hardened. Since they had no way out, they had no choice but to listen to the old man guarding the courtyard.

"We're stationed in Heihe Village, and we can't escape Shanfeng Village sooner or later."

Li Xian thought to himself that he could hardly defend the area alone. He should arm the villagers to increase their assistance.

Li Xian told them to take those knives, clubs, axes, hammers, and other weapons back to the village and bury them in a large pit.

It might be possible to retrieve and use it at that time.

(End of this chapter)