The Second Volume of Water Margin

  Zeng Sheng was displaying his beastly behavior, while in the peach forest, a similar scene was unfolding. Zeng Kui ordered fifty or so soldiers to guard the young woman they had captured, which was like asking people who were on the verge of starving to death to guard a freshly steamed bun, utterly unreliable.

  At first, the small head in charge could still restrain his subordinates, but he couldn't resist the drooling hands of his subordinates, especially that guy who claimed "I'm still a virgin if I haven't touched a yellow flower big girl", who was making progress step by step in front of him.

  "If we don't make use of it now, it will be wasted, and by the time it's sent to the temple, it won't even be enough for a bowl of soup."

  "If you can't move your head, take off your clothes and appreciate the art of human body first?"

  "Head, rub a few times on the chest, see if it's okay, I didn't even take off my pants!"

  "Hey, don't look at me with my pants off, I'll just masturbate myself, it should be fine, right?"

  "Head, I'll just knock against it, won't go in, how about you?"

  "Hey! That's enough!" The little boss was driven to the verge of collapse by these few guys, and he went up and kicked one of them in the butt who was still trying hard to rub against him, only to see that guy innocently turn his head to look at himself.

  "What are you looking at!" The little captain roared: "You're the most excessive, didn't I kick it wrong?"

  "Head, I was originally just rubbing against it, and now you've kicked me into it. How is this calculated?"

  "Damn you!" The little head lowered his head and took a look, it was indeed the case, he was so angry that he pulled out his knife and wanted to cut off the root of the troublemaker's troubles. Two old men hurried up to hold hands, snatch knives, and after much persuasion, they managed to calm him down.

  "I can't control you anymore, do whatever you want!" The little ringleader sat down on the side with a huff: "Wait for the two young masters to come back, and see how you explain yourselves!"

  "What else can I say, the two young masters are probably having fun now." That guy's butt shook back and forth: "Brothers, today I'm officially **ed! When we get back, let's set up two tables!"

  "You can barely make it through today, let's talk about it later!"

  "My stuff is long, my life is even longer..." The guy was just getting complacent when an arrow flew out of nowhere and hit him right in the forehead, cutting off his nonsense and scaring the already traumatized woman into screaming for her mom.

  "It's an enemy!" The little squad leader stared blankly as the guy turned into a sugar gourd, scaring him into a cold sweat: "Get your gear ready!"

  All the soldiers were stunned and speechless, in the midst of chaos, Xiaotoumao quickly snatched back his steel knife, stood up, turned around and looked in the direction where the arrow came from, but all he saw was a peach tree, without knowing which tree the archer was hiding behind.

  Suddenly, a man emerged from behind the peach tree, so close that Xiaomiao could almost count the freckles on his face.

  But more importantly, the person was holding a bow and arrow with almost full tension on the string.

  "The enemy is here..." The little captain only had time to say these five words, the next moment, the last scene he saw was that the beggar pulled the bowstring full, and with a flick of his hand, the arrow shot over with lightning speed.

  There is less than ten steps of distance between two people!

  That arrow pierced through Xiaotou's throat, bringing out a stream of fresh blood, and also abruptly cutting off what he was about to say!

  Two people were shot dead in a row, especially the small head was killed, and the remaining soldiers were all panicked, not knowing what to do. The peach forest beside looked vague, and it was unknown how many horses were hidden inside!

  It was Wang Ma Zi who made the move. After succeeding, he retreated back behind the peach tree, put his bow and arrow on his back, pulled out a steel knife and whistled!

  As soon as the whistle sounded, a small dazed bird responded with a chirp from a nearby peach tree. With a sharp knife in each hand, he pounced down from the peach tree, his target being the two soldiers under the tree.

  At the same time, whistling sounds came from all directions, and it was unclear how many people rushed out, holding sharp objects and rushing towards the guarding soldiers!

  "Liu Ma Zi, Wang Ma Zi and Xiao Mi Huo, can the two of them take care of the peach forest?" Ximen Qing crouched in a thicket not far from the main gate of Fahua Temple with others, looking at the soldiers guarding the entrance: "Drumming on the ant said there were fifty or sixty soldiers inside, but only thirty brothers went in, I don't know if it's enough."

  "Leader, rest assured. The ones who went are all top-notch experts and took most of the sharp tools with them." The speaker was Zhang Dàmǔizǐ (Big Mouth), but Ximen Qing found that his mouth wasn't actually that big and wondered why he had this nickname. Later, when he asked Liu Tuózi, he learned that this guy could eat a lot - twenty steamed buns in one meal were no problem for him.

  "And also my bow and arrow." He Lao San, who was standing beside him, winced in pain: "That's the only bow and arrow our personal troops have, we're usually reluctant to take it out, even when sleeping we hold onto it..."

  "Shut up!" Scarface Liu Renzhong growled in a low voice, "Don't treat that trash as your wife, it's an insult to the leader! After we're done with this battle, I'll get you a good one!"

  He Lao San, who was scolded, lowered his head and said nothing. Ximen Qing also knew that now in this team of his personal soldiers, not to mention bows and arrows, even waist knives were not one per person, most people had only a whistle stick, and some didn't even have that, it could be said they were penniless and without skills.

  However, Ximen Qing had already decided to uniformly equip his personal troops, from clothes and shoes to knives, guns, bows and arrows, only then would it be pleasing to the eye. Now this appearance is simply like a beggar gang going out to grab food, where is the elite appearance!

  "Proceed as planned." Ximen Qing whispered, with Wu Song on his left and Liu Erniang on his right, each hiding a sharp dagger in their sleeves. They stood up and walked towards the temple gate. The others gripped their whistles tightly, waiting for the signal.

  "Halt, you three!" Ximen Qing and the other two had just emerged from the clump of trees and hadn't taken many steps before they were discovered by the soldiers guarding the gate.

  Ximen Qing's face showed a look of surprise: "This is a sacred place of Buddhism, how can you dare to use knives and swords? How can there be people carrying lethal weapons in this temple? Where are you from?"

  Ximen Qing immediately turned his head and pretended to scold loudly: "You two useless things, what are you talking about? The Fahua Temple is a thousand-year-old ancient temple, but it's clearly a broken-down temple that has been occupied by others. Where did its spiritual efficacy come from?"

  "Is this guy mentally ill?" The soldiers guarding the door looked at each other: "Can't he see that there's blood all over the ground? There are also a dozen or so corpses piled up next to him, even if his eyesight is poor, he should still be able to see!"

  A soldier sneered and drew his waist knife, beckoning with his hand: "You three come here, the monks of Fahua Temple are inside handling affairs, we are helping to guard the door."

  The other soldiers burst out laughing: "This guy doesn't understand, he wouldn't take the good road, but instead insisted on rushing into Ghost Gate Pass."

  "Really? Don't fool me!" Ximen Qing tilted his head: "You send someone to take us in to see the abbot, I want to add a lot of incense money."

  "Oh, how much incense money did you bring!" The soldier laughed and relaxed his vigilance: "Take it out and see! Less than 100 strings are not allowed to enter the door!"

  "One hundred taels? You guys are underestimating me!" Ximen Qing said as he walked with Wu Song and Liu Renzhong, "I spend two hundred taels on a single meal!"

  "This guy is not only stupid, but also crazy." A soldier laughed and said: "Eating a meal costs two hundred yuan, even dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder are not worth that much. Do you think you're eating gold and drinking silver water?"

  "Don't believe me? Don't believe me, then I'll just take some out to show you!" Ximen Qing looked displeased, rummaging in his chest with a deliberate cry of surprise: "Ah, this three thousand taels that I just took out this morning! It was clearly put in my chest, how come it can't be found?"

  Several soldiers laughed with their heads thrown back and their hands weakened, completely unaware that Ximen Qing and the other two had already approached them within a distance of only two or three steps.

  Wu Song and Liu Daizi nodded slightly, indicating that this distance was already sufficient for them. Ximen Qing blinked his eyes, suddenly rummaged through his chest, as if he had found something: "Oh wait, I've got it! You take a look!"

  The attention of those soldiers was immediately drawn to Ximen Qing, because what he pulled out from his bosom were indeed real silver ingots, and a thick stack at that.

  Throughout the entire Song Dynasty, from top to bottom, there were people carrying several thousand strings of copper cash with them every day. It's possible that only Ximen Qing was such an oddity, so a few soldiers suddenly became stunned.

  "Who would have thought this guy actually brought a large handful of dumplings with him!"

  In an instant, the eyes of those soldiers were all red and shining, and their minds were filled with the same thought: "Cut down these three fools in front of us, and we can embezzle this money!"

  When people show greed, their brains will turn slower than usual, and their reactions will also slow down. Ximen Qing is waiting for this opportunity to take down the five soldiers at the entrance of Fahua Temple!

  Before Ximen Qing had a chance to cough as planned, Wu Song and Liu Daizi had already intuitively sensed the opportunity that was opening up for them!

  "Bang! Bang!" Two dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously, as Wu Song and Liu Daizi took advantage of the momentum to rise up. Ximen Qing only felt that both sides were brought up by a strong gust of wind, and Wu Song and Liu Daizi had already pounced out!

  In front of the three sheep to be slaughtered, two evil tigers suddenly rushed out, leaving the five soldiers caught off guard. Wu Song's left hand clenched into a fist and struck down one soldier with a slap in the face. The remaining four soldiers were shocked and couldn't move. Wu Song took advantage of the momentum and swung his right hand, and the sharp dagger in his hand had already stabbed another soldier two or three times in the chest!

  This is Liu Ma Zi's first chance to truly show off, if he doesn't make a big move, he won't be called Scarface Tiger!

  Liu Renzhong sprang up at the same time, took a deep breath, held his breath, and with a flash of lightning, the sharp knife in his hand slashed open the throat of a soldier. The blood that almost sprayed out made him invigorated, as if he had returned to the battlefield many years ago, where knives and guns flew together with blood, and the strong smell of iron rust excited Liu Renzhong!

  With a swift move, Liu's large body had already circled to the back of another soldier, and his dagger mercilessly pierced into that soldier's heart through the gap between his ribs.

  The last soldier couldn't even raise his steel knife and was simultaneously stabbed in the body by Wu Song and Liu Ren's sharp knives, falling to the ground!