Chapter 179: Is there a good return for good people?

The heavy snow never stopped, so with the combined efforts of Mr. Yang Da and Mr. Lu, he didn't rush to get up, and will stay overnight here tonight.
After the two leaders decided, they buried their pots and cooked meals in front of the hut. A group of escorts and dozens of businessmen were sitting together, lighting up a pile of fires, and while driving the cold, they chatted about something.
The guards have not been allowed to drink a few sips of wine until now.
Li Fuyao, who raises the sword, opened his eyes at sunset, and took the two swords back into the sword box. He did not go to the fire with his back behind him. He just stood under the big tree and watched the sunset.
In the distance in front of the hut, Lu Xiaowan and several female escorts looked at this side, wondering why this young swordsman would rather stand in the cold and heavy snow instead of coming to warm the cold.
Mr. Yang Da, holding a bowl of wine in the distance, looked at the white-robed boy, raised the wine bowl and asked, "Master Li, why not get drunk?"
Li Fuyao smiled and shook his head, then tapped his toes, swept up from under the tree, and stood on the top of the tree, calmly looking into the distance, only a little bit, no matter how heavy the wind and snow are, he can be close , No, so he still doesn't feel wet in this white robe.
There are samurai in the world who can do this, but undoubtedly they have to spend a lot of energy as a support. The real world players are definitely unwilling to do this. After all, it is not worth looking at it. Walking in the world is the most important thing. What else can it be if it's not a net worth?
If you lose your life to show off, not many people do business at a loss.
So when you look at walking in the rivers and lakes, the young heroes like to walk by the river, like to lift their breath for several miles, but the old guys who have been famous for a long time walk in the rivers and lakes, and they feel strenuous to walk. The next point of strength is one point.
When Li Fuyao stood on the top of the tree and made such a gesture, even though there were a few female dartists still smiling in their eyes, Mr. Yang Da and Lu Changlong frowned without a trace.
This young man is still guilty of the common problems of those young children.
Fortunately, Li Fuyao seemed to be too ostentatious to support him. After only a quarter of an hour, he fell to the ground with a pale face. Mr. Yang Da came over with an umbrella with wine in his hand, smiling at Li Fuyao. , Admired: "Li Gongzi is in the martial art realm, but it is not much worse than Lu Zong's dart head."
Li Fuyao laughed off.
Then Mr. Yang Da handed over the wine bowl in his hand. The latter shook his head. He just picked up the pot of cold tea and drank a few sips before saying, "Drinking is a mistake."
Mr. Yang Da patted his forehead, and said with some embarrassment: "Speaking of which is a veteran who has walked through the rivers and lakes for decades, he hasn't been transparent yet when he arrived.
Li Fuyao laughed softly: "Drinking to drive away the cold is not a mistake. Why should Mr. Yang Da be like this? Is it necessary for me to drink this bowl of wine?"
Mr. Yang Da waved his hand, and leaned the wine in his arms quickly, "The wine is not much, so Li Gongzi didn’t drink it, so he would drink a few more sips. It’s really a matter of seconds. Young Master Li changed his mind, but he couldn't help it."
Li Fuyao shook his head helplessly, and asked with a smile: "How did Mr. Yang Da and Mr. Lu Zongbao arrange for tonight's vigil?"
Mr. Yang Da said: "The old rule. Twenty people an hour are all from the head of the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau. There can be no mistakes. Li Gongzi does not have to worry about these problems. He has not yet arrived in Mianshan County. The underworld hero will never appear."
Li Fuyao nodded and stopped talking.
After Mr. Yang Da and Li Fuyao chatted for a few words, they said that it was time to eat. Li Fuyao and Mr. Yang Da walked into one of the huts. After eating, it was getting late. Li Fuyao found some dead branches. There was a fire under the big tree, and then she closed her eyes beside the fire to rest her mind. During this period, Lu Xiaowan came, and after a few chats, the female couldn't stand it and returned to the hut to rest.
Li Fuyao took the sword and raised it on his knees for half an hour. After putting it away, he leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest, as if he was really tired.
The sky gradually darkened, and the heavy snow had not stopped. From time to time, some rain and snow fell on Li Fuyao's face, the latter seemed unconscious.
In the middle of the night, I don't know why, after the first group of guards slept, there was no second guard to get up and continue to watch the night.
The whole hut is full of breathing sounds one after another.
In the dark night, a figure walked towards the back mountain.
Not far behind the hut, just behind a small mountain bag, there was a group of strong men who had been prepared for a long time standing there, headed by a gray-robed old man with a hooked nose.
An iron knife was inserted next to the old man. The blade was dark red and stuck in the snow. It soon stained a lot of snow on the side. Obviously this knife had killed many people and stained a lot of blood.
The man who walked here in the dark saw the gray-robed old man, respectfully clasped his fists and shouted for the helper.
The gray-robed old man is Feng Qianshan who is invincible in the southeast generation.
And the one who came by in the darkness was not someone else, but the head of Mr. Lu Changnian.
Lu Changnian clasped his fists and said: "Every gang leader, everything is ready, Mr. Yang Da is at the hut in case, things are basically done, brothers will unknowingly take away the goods when they come. Someone knows who did it."
Feng Qianshan sneered and said: "Lu Changnian, so you want me to let those people go? The old man doesn't say much, you put yourself in the old man's place and think about it, if you, would you let those people go? "
Lu Changnian hesitated, "Since he can rob these goods in this way, why do the gang masters still kill evil?"
Feng Qianshan just sneered.
Lu Changnian's heart sank and stopped talking.
Feng Qianshan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "President Lu, you want the golden basin to wash your hands and retreat from the rivers and lakes, and you need a sum of money for the elderly. In a few years, everyone can understand that if they don’t die, wait. Wake up, if you have to do nothing to trouble you with Mr. Lu's head, you think you are living in peace, it is better to kill them together and burn them. No one knows, no one in the court will investigate, you Lu After the total dart head has changed his face, isn't it a bit more comfortable?"
Lu Changnian gritted his teeth and nodded, "There is kerosene in the motorcade, it's not difficult."
Feng Qianshan laughed loudly, "You, President Lu, had thought about it a long time ago, but I said that earlier."
Lu Changnian smiled bitterly and said, "Don't ridicule Lu when you are the host."
Feng Qianshan whispered: "Before you said that there was a young man in a white robe in the caravan with two good swords in his hand, but he was lying?"
Lu Changnian shook his head, "How dare you fool the master of the gang, that young man's martial arts training is very good, but unfortunately he is still a young child, and the two good swords in his hand are not ordinary products. When the time comes, the help is mainly to sell, but Be careful again, in case this young man really comes from a good house, I'm afraid the trouble is not small."
Feng Qianshan nodded, and did not continue to delve into this issue.
He just waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go, follow Mr. Lu to see those two handy swords."
In the night, this group of people walked to the hut where the business was located.
After Lu Changnian left, Mr. Yang got up and went to the outside of the hut. According to his instructions, he had to get rid of the young man in white robe who had drunk the pot of Ecstasy tea. After all, among the crowd, This is the only one who is the biggest threat. The original Shaoliang City recruited people as a cover for the escort. I didn’t expect to encounter a young man with a weak hand, if it weren’t for fear of the escort. Questioning how Li Fuyao could enter this caravan.
It's time to end, this boy should die.
Only when Mr. Yang Da, who deliberately hid the realm of martial arts, walked under the big tree, the Li Fuyao who had slept to death had his eyes wide open. He sat under the tree with a lap on his knees. Hilt long sword, Xiaoxue.
The sword is in the sheath, and the person is also sitting.
Mr. Yang Da should know that this young man has been guarding him.
He asked with some confusion: "How do you know we are going to do this kind of thing?"
Li Fuyao said calmly: "I don't know, I just know that you have given me medicine in the tea, and know that you have been hiding your martial arts realm. Now, at a glance, which goods should your target be?"
In fact, both of them had hidden their thoughts very well during this journey. Li Fuyao did not find anything unusual. Even Mr. Yang Da’s deliberately hidden cultivation base seemed to Li Fuyao to be just a means of walking in the arena to save his life. , Didn't go into too much, but at first he stood on the top of the tree and looked at the ambushers hidden in the dark. As for the pot of hot tea, there is indeed a problem.
Since there is a problem, we have to guard against it.
Mr. Yang Da did not speak.
Li Fuyao smiled and said: "Mr. Yang Da really can't be called Mr.".
Mr. Yang Da tut praised: "Speaking so much, it takes so much lip service, in fact, it is not necessary to see whose hands are firm in the end?"
Li Fuyao nodded, "That's the truth."
"But before I fight, I want to ask you, you are only asking for money, or are you afraid that your deeds will be revealed, and you must kill all the escorts?"
Mr. Yang Da chuckled and said, "Walking in the rivers and lakes, life is the greatest."
Li Fu shook his head and said, "Why is this?"
Before the words fell, Mr. Yang Da had passed away in a flash.
Pass by.
This hand alone is enough to rank in the top ten miles in the Great Zhou Jianghu.
This martial arts cultivation base is not much worse than Lu for many years, Mr. Yang Da shot out with a palm, bringing a whirr, to solve this white robe boy who seems to be a little questioning among the electric light and flint.
Li Fuyao held the hilt of Xiaoxue's sword, didn't rush to draw the sword, but sighed: "Man is fortune and the birds die for food."
Mr. Yang Da sneered and said: "These things don't need to be used by a young man like you."
Li Fuyao didn't speak, but he drew his sword in an instant, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy only leaked for a moment, as if it was covered with water and then collected, no trace.
A bloodshot was cut from Mr. Yang Da's throat with a sword.
He covered his throat with a look of disbelief.
Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue with the tip of the sword facing downwards. The sword just now didn't even carry the slightest trace of blood on the blade.
Li Fuyao did not take the sword, but looked up into the distance with a calm expression.
I went north with the caravan that day, just thinking about protecting the caravan. I didn't expect him to hit him.
Lu Changnian's probing, Mr. Yang Da's poisonous tea. They were all telling Li Fuyao that there are many good people in the world, and even more bad people.
At the same time, the gangsters and the underworld lords were about to approach here, but at this time, they were shocked to discover that there was a white robe boy in front of him, walking slowly in the snow, waiting After arriving in front of them, without saying a word, one person with a sword walked into the crowd.
Don't say much, don't stop.
After Banzhuxiang, he killed all the bandits, leaving only Feng Qianshan and Lu Changnian.
During this period, Li Fuyao didn't make much movement in the murder, so even so, Feng Qianshan and Lu Changnian just thought that Li Fuyao was a great master of kendo, and did not give birth to other ideas.
After the two looked at each other, Lu Changnian drew his sword brazenly, swept it past, and picked up a lot of wind and snow.
The iron sword in the hands of Feng Qianshan, opening and closing, is worthy of being the first person to use the sword in Da Zhou.
But under the attack of these two, Li Fuyao only made two swords, one sword cut off Feng Qianshan's arm, and one sword cut off Lu Changnian's arm.
The blood stained red and there was snow in front of them.
Feng Qianshan, the underworld hero, didn't expect that such a seemingly imposing young man in front of him made him leave his body in just a moment, and now his face is dead.
Lu Changnian's expression was even more strange.
Li Fu lifted his sword, and the drop of blood on the tip of the sword fell on the snow.
The young man who had been practicing swords for more than two years looked at the two men with a plain expression.
"President Lu, have you heard the saying that a gentleman loves money and makes money?"
Lu Changnian's face was ugly.
Li Fuyao looked at Fengqianshan and asked, "Are you the underworld lord Fengqianshan?"
Feng Qianshan sneered and did not answer.
Li Fuyao was expressionless, "fight again?"
Feng Qianshan rolled up the iron sword with his left arm and sneered: "You will fight again!"
The underworld kingpin lifted the knife, and after a while, another sword light flashed.
This arrogant underworld hero, could not die anymore.
Li Fuyao stood on the spot and didn't say much.
He just looked at Lu Changnian again.
The latter smiled bitterly: "Lord Li has such an ability, but Lu Mou looked away."
Li Fuyao calmly said, "I also misread Mr. Lu's head."
Lu Changnian smiled sorrowfully: "If you have lived a life of licking blood, everyone wants to change to another way of living. It's just that Lu is responsible for his own sake. No one can blame others."
"It's just that I don't know where Li Gongzi is from, how can I make Lu understand it?"
Li Fuyao looked at the head of the dart that was considered to be famous in the rivers and lakes, and said calmly: "There is a sword mountain at the junction of Yanling and Dayu."
Lu Changnian chuckled, "It turns out to be a character from Yanling, no wonder he is so powerful at this age. It is quite common for Lu to die in the hands of Young Master Li."
Li Fuyao didn't find the words to talk to him, but only asked Lu Changnian the same question as before, "Have you ever played again?"
Lu Changjiu smiled bitterly, but still carried his sword.
Not surprisingly, after just half a stick of incense, the head of the Zhenyuan Escort also fell in a pool of blood.
Li Fuyao stood with his sword, standing in the snow, expressionless.
After a quarter of an hour, he walked to the hut.
Killed a lot of people tonight.
But they were all people who should be killed, so Li Fuyao didn't feel any guilt.
A swordsman has a good intention when he comes out of his sword.
Walk back to the tree and sit quietly until dawn.

After daybreak, Li Fuyao washed his white robe with snow water in a snow pit he dug. At this time, Li Fuyao had changed into a blue shirt.
A group of escorts who had drunk the Ecstasy wine sobered up.
After waking up, the corpse of Mr. Yang Da came into view first, and then, for a while, someone apparently found the corpses of the bandits and Lu Changnian in the distance. Tears filled Lu Xiaowan’s eyes instantly, no matter what. Lu Xiaowan's sword came to the big tree where Li Fuyao was sitting, and the long sword pointed at Li Fuyao who was still scrubbing his white robe.
Lu Xiaowan asked sharply, "Li Fuyao, did you kill my uncle?"
Li Fuyao looked calm and did not hide, "Yes."
Lu Xiaowan was struck by lightning, her face pale, she looked at Li Fuyao, and continued to ask: "My uncle treats you badly, why do you kill my uncle? Not even Mr. Yang Da?"
Li Fuyao lifted his robe from the water, twisted it out, and then returned to the big tree, leaning on the robe sewn by his uncle Xie Lu with the warmth of the fire.
He looked at Lu Xiaowan and briefly said something about what happened last night. The voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it.
A group of escorts looked at each other, and some of them didn't believe it, but the rest of the corpses appeared here as evidence.
Lu Xiaowan's eyes were red, and she said in pain, "My uncle loved me the most in his life, so why would he be willing to burn me to death?"
Li Fuyao did not speak.
The ugliness and evil in the world are not as small as imagined, nor as many as imagined.
Lu Xiaowan pointed at Li Fuyao again, "I don't believe my uncle would do such a thing, it must be you who were collaborating with the gangster to seek property. Uncle and Mr. Yang found out and killed them both!"
This sentence is full of loopholes. If Li Fuyao is the one who colluded with the gangster, he could kill even Mr. Lu Changnian and Mr. Yang Da. Why not kill these people? After all, no one was sober last night. It couldn't be simpler.
Therefore, as soon as this sentence came out, some escorts had already bowed their heads.
Their most respected master turned out to be such a person.
No one can think of it.
There are already caravan stewards and those who can talk to the have begun to talk in low voices.
Li Fuyao didn't bother to pay attention to these things. He was sad once in Shaoliang City before, and again when he was out of Shaoliang City. His affection for Da Zhou might really be nothing more than Xie Ying.
After his white robe was almost baked, Li Fuyao picked up the sword box on his back and was about to leave.
Lu Xiaowan had been pulled by someone, and almost everyone agreed with this statement, so no one stopped him.
But still no one spoke.
No one said thank you.
After walking a few steps, Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "Do you believe that good people will be rewarded?"
No one answered.
This question seems to be too heavy and no one can answer it.
Li Fuyao smiled to himself: "This problem is not difficult."