Chapter Twenty Entering the Camp

  Naihe Bridge, Naihe Bridge, accumulate virtue and cultivate conduct, Naihe Bridge is easy to cross. Greedy heart creates evil, Sharp Knife Mountain is hard to escape.

  There are no virtuous practitioners here, greedy and sinful, after death they will fall into hell, and the Sharp Knife Mountain is hard to escape. So walking through the "Naihe Bridge", footsteps won't be so light, heart also won't be so calm, heaven and hell are only a step away, the iron plate underfoot that makes a "hua hua" sound really seems like a harbinger of death in hell, even the bravest "Qianggou" Wang Qing is frightened, afraid of being intercepted by evil spirits and dragged down into the polluted waves below the bridge, bitten madly by copper snakes and iron dogs.

  Heedless of Heaven's wrath, if it were said that all these people should go to hell, he alone could go to heaven.

  Upon arriving at the end of the bridge, the eight powerful men surrounded them. One of them, a tall and sturdy man who appeared to be the leader, had a thick wooden staff slung over his shoulder, which was about one and a half meters long and quite heavy. With a sarcastic smile, he said: "Welcome, welcome, new brothers! Let me introduce myself, my surname is Wu, and from now on, you can call me 'Xingzhe', the highest leader of your group on this island of death. May I ask who is your highest leader?"

  The words were spoken in a sarcastic tone, and the people around couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Ying Tianlong gave him a glance, "Xingzhe" was just the nickname for "Xingzhe Wusong", this man had a very fat build, not flabby, but with solid muscles, it could be seen that he was also a master of martial arts, the first of the Eight Great Heroes, his kung fu skills were naturally excellent. The "Whirlwind Camp" called themselves the Liangshan heroes, wasn't Li Kui just "Black Whirlwind"?

  This is not the time for argument, let's talk after entering "Whirlwind Camp".

  "With both hands clasped in a fist, he replied: 'To all the heroes of Liangshan, we are newcomers to this place and are unfamiliar with it. We hope to borrow a piece of precious land from you to take root and grow. I also hope that you will forgive us and support us."

  The first one said nothing wrong, the "traveler" smiled slightly: "Well, well, you're all guests, but you have to follow our rules."

  "Please go on."

  "When entering the camp, first cover your head and let the brothers lead the way. After entering the camp, first pay respects to the big boss, indicating one's absolute obedience from now on, and become sworn brothers. Otherwise, discuss your conditions here, if they are acceptable, we will follow your instructions, but if not, it will be troublesome."

  This was clearly a threat, and Tian Long glanced at Wang Qing, who used his eyes to tell him to obey.

  Yīng Tiān Lóng smiled and said: "As one should, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, please."

  The men surrounded them, first tying them up with ropes and then putting a hood over their heads. Their eyes were covered in darkness as they were carried up the mountain. The journey was bumpy and took more than half an hour. It felt like they had entered a camp, as the road beneath their feet became smoother and the noise around them grew louder, accompanied by the sound of whips cracking and people crying out for mercy. In the sea breeze, there was a smell of blood.

  The team got down, and someone came up to untie the ropes, put on a hood, and rubbed Tian Long's eyes. Slowly raising his head, he found himself standing at the entrance of a huge cave, with two rows of men standing on either side, dozens of people in total, each holding a club-like object with one end sharpened into a sharp point, topped with an iron spearhead, and equipped with a hook that could pierce into a person's body and stir out their intestines.

  The Eight Vajras returned to their respective positions and stood firm.

  Not far ahead was a taishi chair, which was said to be made of wood by itself, with good craftsmanship and looked like the real thing. On the chair sat a person, who could be described as black without exaggeration - a big black man, a black villain, a black evil spirit, in short, he was black, so black that if he fell into a coal heap, it would be hard to find him.

  Needless to say, this man was Li Jiao Xian, the leader of the Whirlwind Camp.

  Is that so, they really think they are the heroes of Liangshan, occupying the land and setting up camp, pulling out cloth as flags. On top of the cave entrance, there is indeed a wooden board with three big characters "Zhong Yi Tang" (Loyal Righteous Hall), it's quite majestic and intimidating. However, looking at them, they don't seem like the heroes of Liangshan, but rather like the bandit dens often portrayed on TV.

  The biggest bandit leader, Li Jiao, was also curiously sizing them up, looking at Ying Tianlong for a while, then at Wang Qing, glancing at the crowd, and then shifting his gaze back to Ying Tianlong. In his opinion, this person was the leader, but the young one wasn't a simple character; he had an aura about him, a spirit that people often described as heroic. Not bad, really not bad - today's visitors actually included such a figure. If they were subdued, they could be used by me; if they dared to rebel, they would be killed without mercy.

  He sat up straight and said: "Those who come first report their names, what is your origin?"

  Ying Tianlong stepped forward, cupped his fists and replied: "Great master, I've long heard of your great name. We are all extremely evil people, so there's no need to report our origins. Today, we're here to borrow a piece of land from the great master to take root, and we hope you'll show us more care."

  "What do you do?" Li Jiao seemed uninterested in Ying Tianlong's response.

  "I was a humble man who served under Tianlong and had been with the reconnaissance troops before I was captured."

  "Oh, scouts, scouts are not all useless, at least they have some skills. My Eight Trigrams Boxing is also quite good. Today I've met a worthy opponent, shall we exchange moves?"

  The meaning is very clear, you can't just talk without action, this is a place of great danger and difficulty, people who are not capable will find it hard to survive.

  Ying Tianlong smiled slightly and replied: "Brother, I'm new here, I don't dare to be too presumptuous. I hope the master will spare my life."

  Ying Tianlong's response was also very clear, I just arrived and didn't want to make enemies, so as to avoid trouble in the future.

  Li Jiao stood up first, walked over with his hands clasped together and looked at Ying Tianlong: "Coward, you don't dare to fight. Here, whoever has the harder fist is the boss. You may not want to make enemies, but someone wants to make an enemy of you. Can you run away?"

  Ying Tianlong let out a cold laugh: "Then bring it on."

  He nodded: "This is what a man should be like, rolling over the mountain of knives, wading through the blood water, killing people without blinking. A true brave man, while killing others, hopes to meet his next opponent who is stronger than himself. The cold sword piercing into the enemy's chest, the silent and swift impact of the sword edge and the warm flesh and blood, will make you more ruthless and darker, only in this way can you survive here."

  Ying Tianlong was secretly shocked, this Li Jiao was not just a rough man, but had a delicate side, and was quite cunning, making him a difficult character to deal with. To be able to dominate the island in such harsh conditions, one really needed some ability, he couldn't underestimate him.

  Someone threw a whistle stick, and Ying Tianlong picked it up and weighed it. The whistle stick was as thick as an ordinary person's arm and not light in weight, about one meter long. Ying Tianlong exerted a little force with both hands, and the whistle stick snapped in two with a "crack" sound, neat and efficient. He casually threw it to the ground and said, "Too light."

  Below, the crows and sparrows were silent, all staring at him.

  Li Jiao's facial muscles twitched and said, "You choose your own weapon."

  He looked down and saw a wooden stick standing by the flag gate, one and a half meters long, with one end inserted into the ground, as thick as a bowl mouth, polished to a bright shine, don't know what it's used for, anyway it's not a good thing. He walked over, touched it with his hand, then squatted in a horse stance, sank his breath into his dantian, and shouted loudly: "Rise!"

  Under the gaze of everyone, the wooden stick slowly rose, finally leaving the ground, and was picked up by Ying Tianlong. He immediately threw a frame, and the wooden stick rotated in his hand, followed by him using the "Shuttle" from the Shaolin Stick Method. His body was agile, the tip of the stick weaving in and out, like a shuttle loom moving left and right, forward and backward, stretching and shrinking. After a round of stick strikes, he stood still, his face unchanged and his heart unshaken.

  "Good." Applause erupted.

  "Wow, wow, wow!" Li Jiao clapped his hands and said: "What a great Shaolin stick technique! Today I've opened my eyes to see that among the strong, there are even stronger ones. It's clear that behind every capable person, there is an even more capable one. Li is impressed."

  Ying Tianlong replied: "There, let the master of the house see a joke, sorry."

  "It's good that you young people are humble, humility makes one progress, after all. The skills of Shaolin are world-renowned, and being able to master the Shaolin staff technique to this extent means your martial arts skills are also top-notch, right?" Li Yao said with a smile.

  Someone in the team was dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "Brother, this is showing off to others and destroying one's own morale. In my opinion, that kid is just pretending, nothing special, trying to intimidate people here."

  He was one of the Eight Great Golden Warriors, a big and tall man with a knife-like face, bulging eyes, holding a thick staff as thick as a bowl, with a robust physique, and a full face of scars, staring at Ying Tianlong with a fierce gaze.

  Li Jiao laughed: "I said what came, just now I said that Ying Xiong didn't want to make enemies, but someone wanted to make enemies with you, isn't this it? This brother's surname is Lin, Double Wood Lin, third in line, has a nickname called 'Leopard Head', his staff skills are not bad, he's not afraid of death, has a momentum, he's calling out to you, you won't refuse the challenge, will you?"

  The Dragon King said that swords and spears are ruthless.

  "Wrong, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. On the real battlefield, mercy cannot be spoken of. Your opponent would rather shoot you dead with one bullet. To survive, you must be more ruthless than others. Don't worry, brother, just go all out."

  Ying Tianlong said: "It's better to obey than to show respect, I've made a fool of myself."

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