Chapter 17: People in the Jianghu call him courageous

In the spacious courtyard room, Jiang Dali happily drank Shaodaozi with five pounds of cut cooked beef.

The house was filled with the aroma of wine, which attracted the two scruffy-bearded bandits standing at the door to twitch their noses from time to time and swallow their saliva with their Adam's apples rolling.

"ha!"

Jiang Dali burped and felt almost half drunk, so he ate two more bites of beef to go with the wine.

Drinking is not an easy thing, and drinking without getting drunk is even more difficult.

Drinking alcohol affects your physique.

Jiang Dali's physique is naturally excellent, so his alcohol tolerance is also good.

However, he also knew that his current drinking capacity was still far from the standard for completing that task in the future.

The hero's alcohol tolerance was known to be that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and he would guzzle jars of wine.

If you want to catch the eye of that hero, you must first have an extraordinary alcohol tolerance.

As Jiang Dali was thinking, his slightly dizzy eyes suddenly lit up, and he finally saw the new post about Black Wind Village that appeared on the Jianghu forum.

"My dear brothers, is there anyone who was born near Mengyin County in Huizhou City? Please come and save us. We were captured by a group of NPC bandits and imprisoned in the mountain village. Now we can't even commit suicide. What should we do?"

Jiang Dali took a look at the name of the poster - Zhongyuan Miaorenfeng.

"Hmm? I didn't expect that among the players we caught this time, there would be a good player."

Jiang Dali was somewhat familiar with this strange name.

In his previous life, this Central Plains man had really worshipped the Golden-faced Buddha Miao Renfeng as his master, and learned the human-level martial arts "Miao Family Swordsmanship", and enjoyed a period of glory.

But it is a pity that this person became arrogant after he achieved success and did not strive for progress. After a short period of glory, he was said to have been hunted down by his enemies and disappeared.

When Jiang Dali was thinking, many players had already responded to Zhongyuan Miaorenfeng's post.

Some players who were born in other urban areas came to reply to the post and watch the fun .

When someone expressed doubt, other players who were detained by Jiang Dali immediately responded and confirmed the situation, which dispelled many people's doubts, but also aroused the curiosity and gloating of more people.

"Hahaha, you guys are really lucky. You were captured by the leader of the Black Wind Village and brought back to the village. This is a great opportunity. We have never encountered this before."

"Be a good person upstairs, don't be happy too soon. This shows that this world is much more dangerous than we imagined. Even ordinary bandits know to go to the City God Temple resurrection point to catch us.

Doesn't this mean that if we offend some powerful NPC in the future, and if we are blocked in the City God Temple and constantly killed, then we won't be able to play anymore."

"That's right. It's obvious that Black Wind Village is just a small force in the early stage of the novice village. They even know to guard the City God Temple. If we provoke a big sect in the future, it will be a dead end."

The players were chattering about it, some found it interesting, while others were worried.

They were all professional players who entered the beta test. Many of them smelled a dangerous message from this news, but some were surprised.

…

Huashan.

In a small courtyard on Beifeng Xiaofeng.

An imposing man in white and black martial arts uniform was concentrating on reading a post on the Jianghu forum, with a look of surprise on his face, and he was lost in thought.

"The native NPCs in this world actually knew how to surround the City God Temple? This is quite interesting, and it is something we had not figured out before.

It seems that there are still many secrets to be discovered in this world, but I don’t know if this special case is a misunderstanding or an accident, or if the problem lies with this Black Wind Village.”

Thinking.

The man turned around and walked into the house, grinding ink and writing a letter, writing on it - "Deputy Hall Master Fengying, how are you? I wonder if you can successfully join the Lingjiu Palace? Lingyun got news today that the bandits in the Black Wind Stronghold in Mengyin County, Huizhou City, actually know the secret of the City God Temple. The hall master may have paid attention to it."

Puff puff——

The white dove was released and soon disappeared into the sky.

…

Jiang Dali looked at the Jianghu forum and saw that more and more players were paying attention to the post and knew about the Black Wind Village in Mengyin County, Huizhou Huicheng. He thought that its reputation had finally spread.

If the official masters see this news, they will definitely pay attention to his Black Wind Village.

Maybe some experts will come to test and check the situation.

By then, it will be time for him to harvest a batch of leeks in advance.

Jiang Dali can't say that he hates or is hostile to all the strong people trained .

It's just that they have different positions, so they have to fight.

In order to survive and to prevent the authorities from completely controlling the world, we must do our best to suppress it in the early stages, otherwise we may not be able to suppress it later.

This is mainly because many of the official strongmen have entered this world of Jianghu long before the beta players.

Even Jiang Dali didn't know who was the first official strongman to enter the world of Jianghu and when he entered.

But he still knew clearly who some of the powerful official figures he was familiar with in his previous life were.

There is nothing noteworthy anymore on the Jianghu Forum.

Jiang Dali no longer paid attention to it.

At present, he has seen many familiar names on the forum, and he wishes he could pull up some of the excellent ones and plant them in his village immediately.

But now within his sphere of influence, it seems that the only candidate is Zhongyuan Miaorenfeng.

Other professional players may be good too, but only the strong can survive.

The so-called not bad just means that he has the potential to be a second- or third-rate master in the future. Jiang Dali didn't pay much attention to it.

The moon is already at its zenith, and it is getting late.

The group of captured players should be terrified, and the beating is almost enough.

Jiang Dali immediately walked out of the yard and headed straight for the dark prison in the mountain stronghold.

…

The cell was damp and filled with all kinds of foul smells, with rats running around everywhere. It didn't seem like a place for humans to stay.

After a group of players were locked up in a dark cell, many of them were tied up with their faces pressed against the damp, rotten water-filled ground, feeling so disgusted that they almost vomited.

Unfortunately, their mouths were sealed with cloth strips, so they couldn't spit out or speak. They all looked miserable and desperate.

This is not playing a game, this is simply the game playing people.

Many players simply logged off, not wanting to experience this disgusting torture.

But there are a few players who did not escape. Instead, they kept waiting for an opportunity, observing their surroundings, hoping for a turning point.

As professional players, some of them also have a keen sense of smell.

I feel that since the bandits didn't kill them, and didn't even want them to commit suicide, they just captured them and imprisoned them in the mountain village. There must be a reason for that.

Then as long as we wait until this reason appears, perhaps there will be a turning point.

therefore.

When they heard some bandits respectfully calling "Big Boss" in the corridor of the black prison, the players who were defending the prison were all cheered up and their eyes brightened.

"Someone, drag Hu Ling out and prepare for the execution."

After Jiang Dali entered the black cell, he just glanced at the players and ignored them. He sat down on the armchair and patted the table to give orders.

The two bandits agreed and immediately went to drag Hu Ling away.

The players were all nervous and curious, secretly looking at Jiang Dali.

In their eyes, although this copycat boss was wearing a very simple tiger-skin shirt, the bulging and strong muscles under the clothes were full of hardness, bravery, and domineering, as if his whole body was filled with an indescribable sense of power.

Even when he was sitting still, the intimidating aura he exuded was like that of a tiger and no one could ignore it. They all started to have doubts in their hearts and gave up some of their own plans.

At this moment, the bandits had already tied up the seriously injured Hu Ling and dragged him out.

"Hehehe, my boss will ask you a question later. If you don't answer honestly, I will let you taste what spicy hot pot is!"

A bandit patted Hu Ling's face, grinned and started to heat the iron.

Hu Ling's facial muscles twitched, and he looked at Jiang Dali fiercely with a weak look , "You evil villain, your good days are over. If you dare to torture and kill me, your entire village will be buried with you! Just wait!"

"Um?"

Jiang Dali glanced at the bandit next to him and moved his fingers slightly.

The bandit's younger brother was very clever. He rushed forward and slapped Hu Ling several times, making his face peel off. He cursed, "Old boy, be polite. Our boss is a respectable man. He is known as a courageous man. You can't scare him. The less bullshit you say, the less suffering you will suffer!"

"I tui!"

A mouthful of bloody phlegm suddenly spit out from Hu Ling's mouth. With disheveled hair, he glared at Jiang Dali fiercely and grinned, "Hehehe, the leader of the Black Wind Village? You probably don't know what powerful person you have offended? Do you think that with your inner energy strength, you can dominate the world?

Ridiculous, a frog in a well!

I came here to test you under the instructions of that man. Compared to him, I am just a small fry.

If you untie me now and speak to me politely, I can help you out of danger.

Otherwise, you will die!"

"oh?"

Jiang Dali's eyes turned slightly cold, his brows raised slightly, and he stood up and walked in front of Hu Ling.

The two bandits immediately and cleverly lifted Hu Ling up.

Hu Ling looked at him disdainfully, "Haha, are you scared? It's right to be scared. If you're scared then...Ahhh!!!"

A shrill scream broke out in the cell, shocking the group of players.

"laugh!"

Jiang Dali used pliers to hold the red-hot iron and blasted Hu Ling's body with it, emitting wisps of smoke, as if he was grilling meat.

“Ahhh—”