Chapter Ninety-Six: Killing Poems Match Killing Talents
In the cold weather, if you run quickly, your whole body will feel hot after a while, and your limbs will feel like there is heat surging through them.
Yun Chu, who was running faster and faster, was now very confident that he could outrun the old thief who was chasing him.
Unfortunately, he still overestimated the shamelessness of the old thief. When a short spear rubbed his head and whizzed into the brick wall, he stopped and looked at Liang Jianfang who was slowly approaching with a grin and said: "This
It’s just Liang Hou’s.”
"You can run, I don't allow you to run!"
Yunchu sighed and saluted Liang Jianfang and said, "Qiuci Grand Pass Commander Zhang Gu Yunchu has met the chief manager."
When Liang Jianfang, who was originally feeling proud, heard what Yun Chu said, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
"What a thief! How dare you, a bastard, come to entertain me."
After saying that, the Tang sword in his hand chopped down like a thunderbolt. Yun Chu raised his shield to block. Although he had used the round shield to absorb a lot of his strength, he was still knocked back by the sword.
"You're a bastard, you're just entertaining me, you're a bastard in the limelight, don't you know what that fight is about?
A flood that only happens once in a hundred years in the wilderness can be encountered by me. If I don’t let you bastards hold back the Turks, when I come over, will I still see half a Turk there?”
Liang Jianfang's Tang sword chopped into Yun Chu's shield again and again. At this time, he was no longer fighting Yun Chu, but more like venting his anger.
He kicked the broken shield again. Yun Chu used the shield to protect his body and rolled around on the ground. Then he squatted on the ground and continued to hold the shield high, allowing Liang Jianfang to chop it down one by one.
Just when several pieces of the shield were chopped off, and the good round shield was about to turn into an octagonal shield, the Bailian long sword in Liang Jianfang's hand finally broke off without paying attention to the use of force.
Liang Jianfang looked at the Tang Dao with only half of it left in his hand and suddenly lamented: "That's all, that's all. Others blame me, but I just think it's fart. Your Kucha Grand Pass command fought fiercely and died too miserably. Count it all."
He is the real sufferer.
There are less than half of the people in Zhechong Mansion in Shangzhou. Do you think I am not heartbroken? They are all descendants of Guanzhong. They all want to go home with their achievements, but unexpectedly, they are lost in Kucha.
After all, it was my poor command that caused them to end up in hell."
Liang Jianfang casually threw half of the Tang Dao into the brick wall. This old guy, who Yun Chu thought only knew how to kill people, walked back to the pavilion step by step with his upper body naked, and sat in the middle with a golden sword, and gulped.
Drinking has an indescribable feeling of loneliness.
Yun Chu pulled off the long-deformed shield from his left arm. At this time, his left arm was already bruised and bloody by the leather cord behind the shield.
The white silk shirt was cut into his skin, and the cold wind hurt his bones.
Following Liang Jianfang into the pavilion, he saw that his arm was in a mess, so he took out a wine bottle and poured some alcohol on his arm to disinfect it.
"Ah" Yun Chu screamed. He expected that the wound would hurt when the alcohol was poured into it, but he didn't expect it to be so painful.
Liang Jianfang sniffed, a little confused, and immediately yelled: "On the battlefield, you were shot with arrows like a hedgehog, and you can kill people with a bow, but if you get a flesh wound here, you scream like a pig?"
Di Renjie, who was escaping from the top of the pavilion, was also startled by Yun Chu's screams. He let go of his hand and fell to the ground, grinning in pain.
The wound was already very cold after smearing alcohol on it. Yun Chu casually wrapped it with his own shirt and said to Liang Jianfang: "In the Western Regions, Guanzhong's life is worthless and no one hurts it. Of course, I gritted my teeth and carried it hard.
In Chang'an, if I howl like this, the whole family will wipe their tears, so of course I have to howl twice more."
Liang Jianfang continued to sniff, picked up Yun Chu's bloody arm, put it under his nose and smelled it, scratched his hair twice and said, "It smells weird."
Yun Chu was afraid that this old guy who liked to drink would get greedy and use his arm as a lees to eat. He quickly retracted his arm and said, "My subordinates have come up with a medicine that can prevent wounds from ulcerating."
Liang Jianfang sneered and said, "Don't even think about taking advantage of me. There is no opportunity for you to take advantage of here, especially if it is related to the lives of my sons. If there is any opportunity, I will block it for you."
"It's not a harmful thing, it's alcohol extracted from wine! If the soldiers are injured, although this thing can't completely guarantee that the wound will not suppurate and ulcerate, it can at least reduce the possibility of suppuration and ulceration by 30%, especially in summer battles.
When the time comes, this thing is indispensable.”
Seeing that Yun Chu was serious, Liang Jianfang pointed at his arm and said, is this what you smeared on the wound just now? What is it called... alcohol? Alcohol can also turn into essence? "
Yun Chu pointed to the jar of light wine like glutinous rice wine placed on the stone table by Liang Jianfang and said, "This jar of wine can probably produce half a bowl of alcohol."
While talking, he took out the wine bottle and placed it on the stone table.
Liang Jianfang opened the wine bottle and smelled it, then he sneezed violently, and then poured a big mouthful into his mouth.
Yun Chu couldn't snatch it away, and the alcohol content he produced was definitely over 70 degrees, which was almost the same level as a stuffy donkey. Liang Jianfang actually took a big sip. How amazing was this?
Liang Jianfang's dark face suddenly turned purple-black, and his face was ferocious. Not only did he stop breathing, but his body froze for an instant, as motionless as a clay sculpture.
Liang Jianfang only felt that what he swallowed turned into a ball of fire when it entered his mouth. The fire entered his throat and turned into a line of fire. When it fell into his stomach, it spread out in all directions. In an instant, his whole body was covered with fire.
It's getting warmer.
After spitting out the breath of alcohol, the chimpanzee-like Liang Jianfang regained his energy and said to Yun Chu with a bared teeth: "This thing is good."
Yun Chu's eyes widened and he said: "This thing is for healing, not for drinking, and not for filming people who have been murdered."
Liang Jianfang picked up the wine pot and looked at it carefully, and said cheerfully: "Do you think I pour everyone's food into my mouth?
Let me tell you, as long as they are soldiers who have lived and died under my hands, even if they are given poison, I will drink it, and even if they die, I will not complain. I can only say that I did things unfairly and that is why I ended up like this."
Even though he knew that this old thief was talking about the situation, he still made Yun Chu's eyes warm and he couldn't help but lower his voice.
"After all, it is extracted from wine. Next time, I will get some softer ones for the manager. This stuff is too strong and can easily harm the body."
Liang Jianfang took another sip from the jug. This time he had gained experience. He took a small sip and held it in his mouth to taste it while shaking his head.
After a sip of wine, he said to Yun Chu: "If you don't change, this is the best thing. I will send ten cars to my house tomorrow."
Yun Chu said with a sad face: "There are only three jars in the house."
Liang Jianfang slapped his hand on the table and said, "Okay, why don't you get more of such good things?"
"There is a severe drought in Hebei Province and Shandong Province, and there is a shortage of food. Wine is brewed with grain, and we use wine to extract it. Once we start to extract it, the amount of grain consumed is staggering. Therefore, we dare not do more, or we will
Starving to death.
Unless we wait until a good year, when the grain prices are low and hurt farmers, we can extract a large amount of this wine and increase the price of grain, so that farmers can truly enjoy the benefits of harvesting three to five tons more."
Liang Jianfang was silent for a moment, looked at Yun Chu and said, "You are a good person."
Yun Chu smiled and said: "After all, I have served under the general manager, so I still know a little about merit and demerit."
Liang Jianfang's mood seemed a little low. He poured some alcohol for Yun Chu and Di Renjie each, took another sip himself and said, "Since you are here to study with me, tell me, is it right for me to kill someone?"
Yun Chu frowned and said: "Killing an individual, even if he is not guilty, damages his moral character. Killing someone for the country, leaving corpses scattered all over the field, and blood flowing everywhere, is a hero."
After saying this, Yun Chu glanced at Di Renjie secretly, thinking that this guy might disagree with this opinion. Unexpectedly, he was completely immersed in the alcohol at this time, and he was concentrating on sipping the little bit of wine in the bowl.
That little alcohol.
Seeing that Liang Jianfang remained silent, Yun Chu drank a little more than a tael of alcohol in the bowl in one sip, wiped his mouth and chanted loudly.
"A man should kill, and kill without mercy. The eternal destiny is all in killing. In the past, there were heroic men who were loyal and loyal.
Yaizhen kills people, and his body is lighter than a feather. He is also a hero and a domineering person, killing people as chaotically as hemp, galloping around the world, only showing off his sword and spear.
Today I am trying to find something like this, but I am looking for the shadow of the moon in vain.
Don't you see me,
When the Confucian scholars rose up and the strong men died, China praised benevolence and righteousness from then on. Once the barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the scholars fled and the cowardly people wept."
Yun Chu had just recited a few words when he caught Liang Jianfang's attention. A pair of tiger eyes stared at Yun Chu firmly. Even Di Renjie, who was immersed in alcohol, widened his eyes. Like Liang Jianfang, he also stared in surprise.
Yunchu, hearing such deviant poetry is shocking.
Yun Chu took the wine bottle from Liang Jianfang's hand, took another sip of alcohol, drew out his Tang Dao and slashed it hard on the pillar beside him, and continued to roar.
"I want to learn from the ancient customs and revive my heroic spirit. My reputation is like dirt, and I will be ridiculed by those who disdain the benevolent. I wear a whittled iron sword and kill people in anger.
They cut their legs and drink with each other, chatting and laughing with ghosts and gods. Killing enemies thousands of miles away, I would like to waste ten weeks of stars. I specialize in the fields, and I have a deep love for you.
As I walked out of the west gate in the morning, I turned my head back in the evening. I was tired and just wanted to sleep, and the war trumpet suddenly blew. I left my mother at the west gate, but the mother was sad and the son was not sad.
His body is committed to historical events, but the man will never return. The killings in the world are so tragic that the underworld is shocked. He kills one person in three steps, without stopping his heart and hands.
The blood flowed for thousands of miles, and the corpses were pillowed on Qianxun Mountain. After the brave warriors finished the battle, they were tired and slept on the corpses of their enemies. In the dream, they were still killing people, and their smiles were shining brightly.
Daughters should not ask each other, why are men so evil? Since ancient times, benevolence only harmed others, and morality has never been true.
Don't you see me,
Ligers are famous for their prey, but who can pity the elk? The strong always eats the weak, even if it is justified, it is in vain.
Don't ask, men have their own way.
A man should act violently. Things and benevolence are incompatible.
Men are in the killing arena, as brave as a bear and as blind as a wolf. If you are born a man, you will kill, and you will not teach a man to wrap a woman's heart in a man's body.
A man never cares about his body, and even if he kills his opponent, he will bear it with a smile. There are hundreds of enemies and battlefields, and he is willing to be green with the weeds everywhere.
Men, do not tremble, I have a song for you to listen to: Killing one is a sin, but slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Killing nine million is a hero among heroes.
Heroes among heroes, different ways:
He has seen through thousands of years of benevolence and righteousness, but he has been able to show off his glory in this life. He does not like a good name and a bad reputation, and he kills millions of people without punishing him.
I would rather teach tens of thousands of people to gnash their teeth and hate, than if I don’t teach, there will be no one to criticize me. Looking at the world five thousand miles away, where are the heroes who don’t kill people?”
Yun Chu finished reciting the last word, and Liang Jianfang also happened to finish the last sip of alcohol. As for Di Renjie, he tried his best to open his drunken eyes. It seemed that he wanted to stay awake, but in the end, he fell asleep on the stone table.
It could be seen that Liang Jianfang's heart was surging like the ocean tide at this time, and his big hands resting on the stone table were trembling slightly.
After a long while, he opened his mouth and said to Yun Chu: "If this poem was written by you, your future career will be extremely bumpy.
Go to my treasure house and pick whatever you like. From now on, this poem will belong to me."
After finishing speaking, he felt that he looked a little coward, so he slapped Yun Chu on the head and said: "This poem was originally written by me. You, a little brat, have only killed a few people, and you dare to say that you have killed nine people."
One million means a hero among heroes."
Yun Chu stood up unsteadily and said, "Young man never kills anyone!"
Liang Jianfang laughed angrily, patted Yun Chu on the shoulder and said, "I saw you kill six people with your bow and arrow, how dare you say you didn't kill anyone?"
Although Yun Chu's body was shaken wildly by Liang Jianfang's big hand, he still said: "The chief manager must have seen it wrong. This kid has never even killed a chicken at home."
"You have a bright future. If I had your knowledge, how could I be called a killer by everyone?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
What a pity. Guqiu originally wanted to write a piece like Men's Line for a long time. As a result, after he wrote it, he compared it with Men's Line and deleted it. He had to borrow someone else's and thought of writing it.
This poem was probably written out, but it turned out that if I didn't copy it completely, I would be really sorry for the original author, so I had to do it this way. In addition, I didn't take advantage of the fact that this chapter is larger.