Chapter 1247 I saw a guy who is more deadly than Brother Chubi
Chapter 1247 I saw a guy who is more willing to commit suicide than Brother Chu Bi (please subscribe and vote)
Now it's because the road is not good. If the road could be repaired, the speed of travel would be at least one-third faster than it is now.
What's the time? Money, and if the road can be built wider, then the road can be built directly to Blackstone Valley.
Then the Changning Rooster might be able to become the richest man in Luzhou just by digging up black stones.
Therefore, Changning Hushou Mo Dan, who was originally hesitant and hesitant about building roads, has now become a staunch road builder.
After Li Ke finished speaking, a group of people took their seats one after another. As soon as they sat down, Cheng Chubi had not yet spoken.
Then I saw the Mongolian Mongolian leader from Songzhou stepping out, prostrating himself on the ground with great respect, and bowed to Li Ke.
Li Ke's eyebrows jumped, and his eyes subconsciously slanted toward Brother Chu Bi.
Cheng Chubi could only stand up and ask with a smile, "Does Governor Meng have something to report to the Governor?"
Monza knelt on the ground, straightened his upper body and saluted Cheng Chubi before speaking loudly.
"Cheng Changshi, the lower official did have something to report to the Commander-in-Chief when he came to Luzhou.
The official has difficulty walking due to a recurrence of his leg disease, so he cannot come in person, which is really rude."
"It's a blessing to finally meet the Governor today, and I feel so happy that I can't bear it. I'm a bitch myself, so I really don't know how to express it.
Therefore, you and other places have invited the warriors of my clan to perform their skills for the Grand Governor, so that the Grand Governor will smile and ask for the Grand Governor's approval."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi chuckled and turned around to salute Li Ke.
"Grand Governor, since Governor Meng is so interested, I wonder if Grand Governor would be willing to take a look at the skills of the warriors?"
Li Ke immediately laughed out loud when he saw Cheng Chubi's frequent glances.
Even if you don't wink, I still want to see what kind of skills these beastmen can offer.
"Since the governor is so interested, if the governor refuses to allow it, wouldn't it hurt the hearts of all the people? Then the governor can just sit here and enjoy it."
"Thank you so much for your grace, Commander-in-Chief!" Monza was overjoyed. He bowed heavily to King Wu Li Ke, then turned around and shouted loudly.
Then, a group of Zixu people began to raise their arms and shout. This scene was particularly strange to Li Ke and others.
In Cheng Chubi's eyes, he just felt that it was so familiar and warm. Such scenes could often be heard at the gatherings or festivals of ethnic minorities in the Southwest.
I still remember that when I was a child, my best friends and I loved to join in such fun, weeping and howling together, ahem, no, we cheered together.
I miss my childhood so much. Cheng Chubi stood there, looking at the beasts with joy and nostalgia on his face, his eyes full of appreciation.
"???" Monza looked at Cheng Changshi with a confused expression, always feeling that Cheng Changshi's expression was a bit strange.
Could it be that my old eyesight is dim? But it's okay. It is said that this Cheng Changshi has grown so big and this is his first time in southern Sichuan.
He has no idea how brave and tough our Huren warriors are. It's time for His Highness King Wu, who has never seen much of the world, to have a good experience.
As for Fang Erlang, the son of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, his appearance really made Monza hesitate.
After all, in Monza's eyes, none of the scholars among the Han people are weak in literature.
The few people in Songzhou who like to read Han Chinese books are also weak and sissy.
But judging from his shy look, he might just be a tall scholar.
Soon, those brave Songzhou warriors began to enter the field and began to build sword mountains on the ground.
Everyone saw one of the monks casually take down a knife from the mountain of swords that looked like a ladder.
Then he brought a piece of wood, shouted loudly, and slashed hard. The piece of wood, which was as thick as his wrist, was broken into two pieces by his powerful chop.
Seeing this scene, everyone cheered up.
At this moment, as expected by Cheng Chubi, a warrior appeared. He could jump like a great jumper, jumping here and there and here and there.
He also muttered words and kept slapping his hands on his body. Unexpectedly, this scene lasted for more than 1,400 years.
Cheng Chubi really wanted to tell him that your descendants still have the same style as you after more than 1,400 years.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the movements of this warrior climbing Daoshan. The Knife Mountain over there was also gradually taking shape.
Then, accompanied by the shouts of a group of beastmen, they arranged the two mountains of swords into a herringbone ladder.
Then I saw a very old man with long hair and a cane coming out of Songzhou's team... I don't know if he was a man or a woman.
He took out something that was unknown as incense or powder and sprinkled it on him, then brought another bowl, and then someone next to him brought a large earthen bowl of rice wine and poured it on him.
After this guy drank the wine in one gulp, he smashed the bowl, did some somersaults, and started to climb up the mountain of knives.
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When Li Ke saw this scene, he couldn't help but stretched his neck and looked at the picture in shock.
He didn't think the other party had courage, and there was a sentence taking shape in his meaning.
That is: I finally saw someone who is more willing to commit suicide than Brother Chu Bi.
Of course, it was absolutely impossible for Li Ke to say this, even if he was killed.
Fang Jun simply stood up, looked at this side curiously, and then specially reached out to pull Cheng Sanlang.
"Brother Chu Bi, aren't they afraid of cutting off their own feet?"
Cheng Chubi immediately became happy. He slapped Fang Erlang, who had given up literature and turned to martial arts, and murmured in a low voice.
"Haha, dear brother, if you could have been a child, you would have been jumping around barefoot in the mountains for twenty years or so.
Not to mention stepping on such a mountain of knives, even if it is a mountain of knives made of our Tang Hengdao, you can easily climb it."
"Why should I climb?" Fang Jun glared at Brother Chu Bi unhappily.
Even if I spend my whole life barefooted, I can't possibly climb that thing, okay?
As that person ascended each level, there would be countless people shouting and applauding. In comparison, there were all the people in Luzhou Civil and Military.
Almost all the civil servants had already looked away, feeling that this scene was too shocking.
We gentlemen who read books about sages are not happy to see such a scene.
At this time, Fang Jun, who was both excited and worried, couldn't help but push his arm to Cheng Sanlang, who was watching with gusto.
"Brother Chu Bi, I'm a little worried about that guy. If you think about it, it doesn't matter if you cut your foot.
But if your foot slips, it will be split into two or something."
Cheng Chubi turned his head with a very stiff expression and looked at Brother Jun who had a serious expression on his face.