Chapter 90

  Thousands of hectares of snow-covered plains shine with a soft light at night, poetic feelings and human emotions are all vague.

  In front of the village, five roads stretch far away, the road is long and the night is also long.

  Vast and white mountains and rivers, four fast horses pulled a wooden board turned into a sled racing on the snowy ground, a small black dot like a drop of black ink on rice paper.

  Cheng Dali wrapped in a large cloak sat on the sled, the north wind hit his face, his eyes and eyebrows were all covered with white frost. He wrapped his body tightly in the cloak, and slowly recited four lines of poetry from his mouth.

  Zhang Fei's eyes lit up: "The eldest son still knows how to write poetry!"

  "Hah, you've figured it out." Cheng Dalai said: "I used to read the classics and thought about doing something for the country and the people, but this world is to blame, forcing a scholar like me to become a mountain bandit."

  When he said this, Cheng Dalai's face did not turn red and his heart did not skip a beat. He looked at Zhang Fei's dazed expression and asked: "Could it be that Third Master is also a fellow practitioner?"

  "This... is also a good way to spend leisure time with literature."

  "Hmmph!"

  Cheng Dalai curled his lips, and indeed, one cannot judge a person by appearance. Who would have thought that Zhang Sanbo, who looks rough on the outside, is actually an artistic youth at heart?

  The horse-drawn carriage sped across the snowy ground with several people on board, its speed more than doubled. By nightfall today, they would arrive at Blackstone City.

  But the weather is really cold, I'm almost frozen stiff on the sled. Cheng Dalai couldn't help but think that he wasn't enjoying a peaceful life in the mountain stronghold, and instead came out to run this errand, wondering if his brain had been squeezed by a door.

  The purpose of this operation is to go to Blackstone City to reap a wave of fear value. Blackstone City has one million people, and as long as one person contributes a little bit to himself, it's enough. Of course, the account can't be calculated like this, and each person's contribution of fear value is not just one point.

  Cheng Dà Léi is checking out the newly triggered mission on his snowboard.

  Robbed wealthy households in the city 10 times.

  "Hmm, a righteous young man, eh? As a mountain bandit, robbing the rich is an essential lesson. Now that there are wealthy and ruthless households in the city, let's take the initiative to teach them a lesson."

  Current progress 2/10.

  Cheng Dairen thought about how he got these 2 out of 10, making a big fuss at the Huang's house counted as one, after all, he had snatched Liu Qi away, capturing Du Mao counted as another, and he himself had tied everyone up on the mountain.

  So saying, this task is also not difficult to complete.

  Every time the system appears with this kind of tone, Cheng Darui always has a bad premonition. This time, nothing will go wrong, right?

  "Qin Man, how far are we from Blackstone City?"

  "In another hour, we'll arrive on time." Qin Man whipped the horse and said, "Master, outside Hei Shi City, there's a Temple of Land, ten miles away from the city. We can take shelter there."

  "Alright, let's rest for a day first and then go into town at dawn to get a feel of the situation."

  In the winter, it gets dark earlier. When everyone arrived at the Land Temple, night had already fallen. On the vast and empty wilderness, a solitary Land Temple stood alone, which was actually a good place to hide.

  There was a flicker of firelight in the temple on the land, and there were obviously people inside.

  "The master of the house, our weather has been occupied." Qin Man was somewhat displeased and said: "In such weather, who would be doing what in this deserted and dilapidated temple?"

  Cheng Dali also furrowed his brow and said: "Qin Man, Jun Shi, the three of us will go in and see what kind of background they have."

  A few people stopped five hundred meters away from the temple. Cheng Dairen was still wrapped in a large cloak, just in case he would also carry his axe up there.

  As the three men entered the temple, the fire inside suddenly went out, and in an instant, the night enveloped them.

  The other party reacted quickly, and there was no movement around, vaguely seeming to have uneven breathing sounds.

  Cheng Dalai gripped the axe handle tightly and said, "Brothers on that road, we're passing through here today, so let's show our colors and not hurt the reputation of the Green Forest Road."

  Oppressive silence, suffocating silence.

  After a while, a voice sounded in the darkness: "Cheng Dangjia..."

  "This voice sounds very familiar, Cheng Dairen was stunned and said: "Gao Er Ye..."

  Ah!

  A torch was lit, and the dark temple had light. After seeing the person opposite him clearly, Cheng Dalai was speechless.

  It's not High Flying Leopard, then who is it?

  Gao Fei Bao and a dozen or so people, all carrying weapons on their bodies. Cheng Da Lei waved his hand, letting Lin Shao Yu and the other two come over.

  The bonfire in the temple was rekindled and gradually warmed up. Both sides sat around the fire, and the horses were also led into the temple.

  Cheng Dali and Gao Feibao stared at each other with wide eyes, both feeling a little collapsed inside.

  "Senior high school teacher, I really admire you, it's so cold outside but you're still working hard, you're indeed very dedicated."

  "Hah, isn't it the same with Cheng's family? Even in the freezing cold, they don't think of enjoying a peaceful life in the mountains."

  "Take your brother out for some exercise, not for getting rich. What about you guys...?" Cheng Da Lei blinked his eyes: "What's wrong, the mountain stronghold hasn't had food to eat?"

  "What nonsense!" Gao Fei Bao almost stood up: "When has Flying Tiger Fort been poor? We are also too idle in the mountain stronghold, let's go out and exercise."

  "Second Master is here! And there's someone else outside!" The scout from Flying Tiger Fortress reported.

  "What's going on today, are you here for the gathering?" High Flying Leopard jumped up and said: "Fire off!"

  "Wait a minute." Cheng Dairen looked out through the doorway and said, "Don't rush, it's probably someone we know."

  Cheng Dalai's guess was correct. The new group of people stopped about 100 meters away from the temple gate, seemingly having also seen the flames here and not daring to come forward.

  "Welcome home, come on in, there's no one else here."

  This time it was the little white wolf from Apricot Flower Ridge, who also brought seven or eight of her men. When she walked into the temple gate, she saw Cheng Da Lei and Gao Fei Bao's two groups of people, and she was stunned for a long time.

  "Two masters of the house, really... dedicated indeed."

  The people in the temple divided into three groups, each gathering together. Cheng Dalai sat against the wall, feeling very helpless.

  Qin Man handed over a wine pouch: "Master, have some wine to warm up your body."

  "Let the brothers have a drink too, it's too cold today." Cheng Dairen took a gulp, and in his heart, he couldn't help but miss the days when they ate hot pot and sang songs in the mountain stronghold.

  Now he can only eat some cold bread and frozen bacon, the ground is frozen, it's so cold that his teeth are chattering, Cheng Dalai can only put them on the edge of the fire pit to roast a little.

  "What's for dinner at home?" Gaofei asked suddenly.

  "What else can we eat? Roast some bread, smoke some bacon, who doesn't have to suffer a bit when going out?"

  Cheng Dalai let out a long sigh, and as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of slurping saliva suddenly appeared in his ear. He raised his head to find that both Xiaobailang and Gaofei Bao's groups were staring at him, their eyes fixed on him like wolves eyeing food.

  "What's wrong, did I say something wrong?" Cheng Daire rubbed his head and suddenly asked: "What are you eating?"

  Gao Fei Bao didn't respond, poured some hot water onto the high-gluten flour, kneaded it into a dough with his hands, and swallowed it bit by bit.

  "Hey, Gao Er Ye, you're just eating these!" Cheng Da Lei said in disbelief: "I get it, this is called green organic, supplementing dietary fiber, right?"

  "Hmph... Hmph." Gao Fei Bao let out a dry laugh, clutching the dough in his hand, and suddenly felt a lump form in his throat.