Among the mountains and mountains, the peaks of King Kong Mountain are ups and downs, peculiar and precipitous, there are two major peaks on the mountain range, probing into the sky, the clear water at the foot of the mountain is surrounded by the mountains, meandering. Yang Zhi sat in a wine shop at the foot of the mountain, listening to Sha Jing's pointing at the mountains: "This is a thousand lotus flowers, this is Donkey Kong Peak, this is the Dapeng Golden-winged Bird, this is the wrath of Rulai." ”

Yang Zhi has done his homework, and knows that there is a Dingshan Temple on King Kong Mountain, which was built in the Tang Zhenguan period, and it is said that Tang Taizong Li Shimin marched here when he marched eastward, and Xue Rengui fixed Tianshan with an arrow and repaired this temple. It's just that Xue Rengui is attacking Hang Ai Mountain, which is still a little far from here, Yang Zhi is drinking, dealing with Shajing's chatter, and his eyes are fixed on the shopkeeper and the guy of the wine shop.

The wine shop looks small, surrounded by bamboo fences, a row of thatched houses, and outside the house is a straw hut with four square tables, where passing guests can come in and rest, drink some tea, order a pot of wine and a few dishes. The hut stretches to the edge of the fence, there is no road, if you think of the back of the restaurant, you can only pass through the hut, you can see it from sitting in the hut, the door to the back is ajar, the man has been there several times, it should be the storehouse and cellar of the hotel.

The shopkeeper, who was in his forties, wearing an old felt hat on his head and a new cotton robe, was sitting behind the counter of the thatched hut, staring at all the movements of the wine shop, and from time to time calling two men to work. The two guys were strong young men, dressed in local costumes, and more than a dozen soldiers came, and they didn't stump them at all, laughing with them, serving tea and food. The late autumn sun is warm, the golden leaves are falling to the ground, the shadows of the hills are reflected in the wine shop, and five birch trees stand proudly outside the fence wall.

There was an eagle flying in the sky, crisp and crisp, with vigorous wings, and the guy who served Yang Zhi stopped his work for no reason and glanced at the sky; the black vultures flew and swirled in the sky, as if they had found their prey, and let out a short and distant cry, and swooped towards the river. Yang Zhi saw a spark in the man's eyes, knocked on the table with a smile and asked, "Do you like eagles?"

"It's nice to have an eagle. The man's eyes were full of envy: "The eagle can fly, and it can fly very high." ”

There was a kind of hopeful enthusiasm on the man's face, Yang Zhi took out a silver needle and asked, "What kind of place are you?"

The expressions of the guy and Sha Jing were stiff, Sha Jing knew that Yang Zhi was cautious, but he didn't expect that Yang Zhi would take out a silver needle without any scruples when he went to a small shop on the side of the road to drink. The guy didn't seem to be able to react: "The villain is from Bohai, and it was occupied by the Jurchens, so he fled here, but fortunately he was taken in by the shopkeeper, so he didn't starve to death." ”

Yang Zhi checked the wine and food with a silver needle and asked the guy, "Do you want to go home?"

"Yes. The guy was crumbling, Yang Zhi's silver needle turned black, Xue Libao and the others immediately pulled out the steel knife, if it weren't for Yang Zhi's caution, more than a dozen people would probably have to fold here; Xue Libao put the steel knife on the man's neck, and suddenly said with murderous aura: "Say, who are you and why did you poison it?"

Four pro-soldiers rushed into the hut, escorted the shopkeeper and another fellow out, and scolded in Khitan language one by one, "Looking for death?"

There was a neighing sound of horses in the backyard, it should be someone who fled on horseback, the shopkeeper's face became more and more calm, and even had a hint of comforting smile, Yang Zhi did not get up, nor did he send someone to search the backyard, and when Xue Libao searched the things on the bodies of the three people, put the short knife and money on the table, and then said to the shopkeeper indifferently: "Tell me the contact information of you and other people, and I will spare you from death." ”

The shopkeeper looked at Yang Zhi with disdain, and refused to say a word, Yang Zhi instructed Xue Libao: "Give them three chances to count five hundred, starting with these two guys, every time they count to ten, cut off one finger, after twenty fingers are chopped, kill one person every one hundred counts, first the guy and then the shopkeeper." ”

"Understood, General. Xue Libao turned to the two guys and said, "It's not that we don't give you a chance, but your boss doesn't want a chance, it's really tiring to count, one, two, three, four, five, six." ”

When he counted to ten, Xue Libao cut off the little finger of one of the fellows, and then continued to count, and when he cut off three fingers, the wounded man cried and begged the shopkeeper: "My lord, let's say it." ”

The shopkeeper shook his head, Xue Libao counted to ten, cut off the guy's ring finger, and the guy fainted; another intact guy suddenly shouted as if he was crazy: "I said, I said, we are the dark stakes sent by General Wanyan Zonghan, the shopkeeper is called Wanyan Ye, and the escaped Wanyan Liang is the chief of the Jin army, we are really Khitans, my name is Qimu, but I was forced to be helpless, general, spare your life." ”

Wan Yan Ye, Wan Yan Liang, that is the warrior of the Jurchen Wan Yan clan, the two Liao soldiers around Wan Yan Ye immediately clenched the weapons in their hands; Wan Yan did not resist violently, but just looked at Yang Zhi viciously and asked, "How do you see it?"

Yang Zhi pointed to the rice on the table and said: "That's it, there is a problem with this grain, Qianzhou has been a year of famine, if a small shop in a mountain village like yours has food, I don't know how many times it has been robbed." All ethnic groups in the Northeast are good at hunting, and adult men bring their own weapons, so it is not surprising that you have game in your store, but the rice of the Bohai Sea, at present, I am afraid that the officials in Qianzhou may not be able to eat it, and you are willing to sell it in the store. ”

Wan Yan also sighed grossly, and the Liao soldiers who surrounded him all laughed rudely, Yang Zhi suddenly punched Wan Yan Ye's chest, and then clicked on the Jizhong and Tianchi points on Wan Yan Ye's chest, and said with a sneer: "No wonder Wan Yan Zonghan sent you, a little Wu Shi Chang, it turned out to be a master of the inner family." ”

Wan Yan also only felt that the true qi that was secretly raised was dispersed by Yang Zhi's punch, and with the two acupoints in the middle of the body being pointed, he couldn't raise his true qi at all, and his whole body was weak; Yang Zhi said coldly: "Wan Yan Ye, give you one last chance to tell me the contact information, otherwise I will kill you." ”

"I have nothing to say. Xue Libao's steel knife cut a bloody mark on Wan Yanye's neck, and the blood immediately stained his shoulders red; for the Jurchens, Xue Libao hated in his heart, and there was no need for Yang Zhi to mobilize at all; Wan Yan also hung his head and still didn't speak, Yang Zhi knew that the Jin State had just risen, and everyone in the Jurchen clan at this moment was like being beaten with chicken blood, and it was commonplace to regard death as home, and waved his hand to signal Xue Libao to kill.

Xue Libao cut off Wan Yanye's head with a knife, Yang Zhi turned around and asked his partner Qi Mu: "How did you join the Jin Army, are there other hidden piles nearby?"

After reading Yan Ye, Qi Mu said that he would kill it, panicked in his heart, and suddenly knelt down and said: "The villain joined the Jurchen after being captured in Bohai, and the villain knows a contact point in Qianzhou City, and we go to get rice every month." ”