The night passed quietly.
The next day, when Yang Shouwen woke up, his voice felt hoarse.
Last night, I kept talking about three fights of the White Bone Demon. Seeing the two little girls getting more and more energetic, Yang Shouwen couldn't hold on anymore.
After finally coaxing the two little girls to sleep, he returned to the meditation room and fell asleep until dawn.
But unexpectedly, after dawn, it started to rain on Hugu Mountain...
The entire Hugu Mountain seems to be shrouded in a white mist, and the mountains in the distance give people an unreal feeling.
Yang gave Maitreya Jin a fragrance early in the morning and then started a day's work.
Song came to the Zen room to take care of Yang Qingnu. Seeing that although Yang Qingnu was still a little listless, she improved significantly compared to yesterday, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and seemed no longer as nervous as yesterday.
Yang Shouwen sat on the Zen bed, staring blankly at the oiled paper bag in front of him.
He stretched out his hand and wanted to open the oil paper bag, but his hand had already touched the oil paper bag, and he shrank his hand back.
A voice echoed in my mind: Open it, open it!
But Yang Shouwen had an intuition: Once this oil paper bag is opened, there will inevitably be a bloody storm.
So far, many people have died because of this oil paper bag, including the fake Liaozi who once lived here, and the assassin who died at the hands of Yang Shouwen. Jueming, a monk from the Little Maitreya Temple, and the assassins who were killed in the sneak attack on the county government, have a total of seven or eight lives. A small oil paper bag is stained with the blood of so many people. Yang Shouwen would not naively think that the things in this oil paper bag would be irrelevant items.
But the more this happens, the more curious Yang Shouwen becomes.
What secrets does he hide when he found it with all his heart?
Why are there so many people who have died for it one after another? The things in it must be very important.
Curiosity made Yang Shouwen feel like he was scratching his heart. He raised his hand, put it down, and raised his hand again.
After several times, Yang Shouwen finally made up his mind and put his hands on the oiled paper bag. He took a deep breath and was about to open it when he heard someone knocking on the door outside.
"who?"
"Brother Sitzi, it's Youniang!" The young lady's voice came from outside the door, "My mother has prepared breakfast and asked if you want to eat it?"
"Oh, eat!"
Yang Shouwen quickly answered, and then exhaled a breath of turbid air.
He carefully wrapped the oiled paper bag in a piece of cloth and put it in the skin.
This thing is probably Pandora's magic box. If it is opened, God will know what kind of bloody storm it will cause.
It's better to wait for my dad to come and open it with him.
Yang Shouwen was very worried that the hidden secrets would cause him a murderous disaster.
Put the things in place and tie them around your waist. Yang Shouwen took out another white robe and draped it outside, and then walked out of the Zen room.
The rain drizzles.
The square outside the Mainland Hall was wet with rain.
After Yang Shouwen had breakfast, he sat on the threshold of the Main Hall.
In the square, Yang Moli was holding a pair of laundry mallets and was having fun.
Although the rain was a little heavy, it could not affect his mood at all. The pair of laundry hammers flew up and down, making a whirring sound, and were accompanied by Yang Moli's roar from time to time.
Yang Shouwen looked at it for a while and suddenly became interested.
"Jasmine!"
"Yang Moli!"
"Alang, what are you doing?"
Yang Moli held back her double hammers, her whole body was wet, and she looked a little embarrassed. But he was obviously very happy and came to Yang Shouwen with a silly smile.
"Try it?"
"OK."
Yang Moli answered very simply, but after he said that, he showed a hint of embarrassment and said softly: "Alang, Yang Moli is strong, will she hurt you?"
Oh, I have such a bad temper!
Yang Shouwen originally wanted to play, but Yang Moli's words immediately made him energetic.
"Yang Moli, let me tell you, Alang has never lost anyone in a fight in this life.
I want to see how much strength you have... Let's say it first, if you lose, don't run to cry."
Yang Moli widened her eyes when she heard this.
"Whoever cries is Bodhi."
“Woof woof woof woof woof…”
Yang Shouwen suddenly became energetic and ran back to the room to get the tiger swallowing gun.
"Yizi, what are you doing?"
When Song went out, he happened to see Yang Shouwen walking out of the room with a gun. He felt nervous and quickly asked.
"My mother, I'm competing with Yang Moli."
Before he finished speaking, a small head poked out from the Zen room behind Song.
"Brother Sitzi is going to fight with Brother Jasmine!"
"Fight? I want to see, I want to see the eldest brother and Jasmine fight."
The Zen room suddenly became lively. Yang Qingnu, who had just recovered a little, was cheering. Even Yang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise and ran out of the kitchen in confusion.
Yang Shouwen came to the square with a gun, while Song supported Yang Qingnu and sat side by side on the threshold of the Main Hall with Youniang. Bodhi brought four puppies and barked excitedly, looking very excited.
"Alang, do you really want to fight?"
"certainly."
After Yang Shouwen stood still, his big gun stood in front of him.
However, before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Moli jumping to him.
Yang Moli was tall and fat, but she was very flexible. She held her two hammers high and slammed at Yang Shouwen with a shout. The moment the two hammers danced, Yang Shouwen could clearly feel the raindrops that were rushing towards her face suddenly became rapid.
With a frown, he quickly raised his gun to greet him.
clang!
As the guns and hammers were fighting, Yang Shouwen felt a huge force surge.
If it weren't for the tiger swallow in his hand that famous artists knew that the gun was extremely tough, Yang Moli's shot would be enough to break the tiger swallow.
"Good hammer!"
Yang Shouwen narrowed his body slightly, and then suddenly pushed the gun outward, breaking Yang Moli's laundry hammer.
But before he could stabilize his body, Yang Moli swept across the army with a hammer in her right hand.
Yang Shouwen quickly stepped in a wrong way and flashed, and the big gun stood up to block Yang Moli's iron hammer again.
"Brain the head."
Yang Moli roared, and the laundry hammer flew like a wheel, and it hit her head and faced with a blow. Even though Yang Shouwen had a high spear technique, she faced an attack like Yang Moli, which was completely unruly but could not dodge at all, so she could only block and parry in a mess.
"Shizi, be careful."
"Come on Brother Yizi and kill Yang Moli."
"Brother, come on, don't be defeated by Yang Moli."
Although Yang did not shout, his face also showed a nervous look on his face.
Yang Shouwen tried desperately to block it, and gradually realized that Yang Moli's speed and strength began to weaken, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Moli had no tricks in the round of crazy fighting just now.
But with his power, with his speed, not many people could withstand it. Seeing that Yang Moli had begun to exhaust her strength, Yang Shouwen was delighted and suddenly retreated backwards. The big gun flapped and the gun shadow transformed, and he was about to launch a counterattack. But at this moment, Yang Moli suddenly stepped back more than ten steps.
He gasped and put the iron hammer on the ground.
"Yang Moli, what are you doing?"
"Alang, I'm tired and need a rest."
Yang Shouwen suddenly felt like he was drowning, and his feet staggered and stared at Yang Moli for a long time and couldn't speak.
The young lady and Yang Qingnu who were watching the battle were stunned when they heard Yang Moli's answer, and then they couldn't help laughing. The young lady slid directly from the threshold to the ground, covering her stomach and laughed constantly; while Qingnu was even more exaggerated and fell backwards from the threshold. She laughed loudly in the Main Hall. Song and Yang couldn't help but smile.
"You are tired, want to rest?"
Yang Moli nodded very seriously, "Yes, take a break and let's fight again."
"Then count, I was beaten by you just now in vain?"
Yang Moli scratched her bald head and said in a daze: "Alang is already very powerful. In Guzhu, few people can withstand my attack just now. Well, basically, if I fight in one round, no one will stand anymore. Alang can still stand still, which means Alang is very powerful. So Yang Moli needs to rest and get enough strength to fight Alang before fighting."
Originally, Yang Moli was a typical Turkic hairstyle with hair and braids.
But later after following Yang Chenglie to Changping, Yang Chenglie looked at his hairstyle and didn't like it, so he shaved his head.
Yang Shouwen didn’t know what to say!
He gritted his teeth, listened to the young lady's laughter with gloating aura, and shouted angrily: "If you say you don't fight, you won't fight. When you get on the battlefield, who cares if you are tired?
Chapter completed!