"I killed the adoptive father of my six sons. If he wakes up after entering the city, he will definitely come to us and demand an explanation." Jiang Xueming said to Wu Xiuwen: "You can handle this matter."
"Ah?!" Wu Xiuwen looked innocent: "It's me again?"
Xueming was too lazy to meddle in this nosy matter, so he took the certificate from the doctor's bag and went through the process. By the way, he handed a desert eagle to Jianxiong's hand.
"Do you know how to use it?"
Jianxiong nodded, feeling apprehensive——
——In the wild forest, he had seen the master's magical skill of "flying sword from hand".
It's just that he still doesn't understand why this little iron rod with a crooked handle can be used as such a powerful hidden weapon.
"Master, at first I only thought you were a general. I didn't expect that your skill in creating things and refining weapons was so great." Jianxiong took the gun and played some tricks in his hands, spinning the empty gun around and around without bullets.
, "This mechanism box is very clever. Can you teach me how to do it?"
Xueming said bluntly: "It can't be taught."
Zhao Jianxiong immediately became unhappy: "Is it because I'm not qualified to learn... or..."
Xueming put it another way: "One day, you will also have an external incarnation that is as bright-minded and capable of exquisite craftsmanship as you. Only then can you learn this technology of forging iron and steel - but if Xia Bang has
Big machines, the mother of industry, good machinery for cutting and drilling holes in iron blocks can also be built.”
Jianxiong half understood what he was saying, so he took two handfuls of bullets from his master and packed them into the box.
"Oh. Master, do you have any explanation for passing this flying sword to me? If I am competing with gangsters and people ask about my master and magic weapon, how should I answer?"
Jiang Xueming: "When this guy talks nonsense, shoot him in the chest, then shoot him in the head, wait for him to fall to the ground, and then shoot him again - this is the best answer."
Zhao Jianxiong: "Understood."
Jiang Xueming patted the student on the shoulder and emphasized: "Don't point a gun at your friends. Not under any circumstances, especially me."
"You haven't done it, of course you said you wouldn't. I'm just warning you." Jiang Xueming continued: "If you point a gun at Wu Xiuwen, he might be injured and die. If you point a gun at me, you might die - this
Things kill people so fast, just in a split second. I won't show mercy."
"Yes..." Zhao Jianxiong was timid after hearing this, and had no doubt about Master's words. Every time Master said this, especially when he explained these things seriously, he was filled with murderous intent.
"When we pass the border, Xiuwen, please explain the cause of this old man's death. Jianxiong, protect your senior brother. He is too light and weak to be injured. If he is beheaded by the border guards, I won't be able to receive it for a while."
If we can't get the news back in time, he will be hopeless." Jiang Xueming pulled the two students together: "I will go to the North Gate to look for Zhao Jianying - if he has a way to cross the Bodhisattva Valley, he must have taken a long way to the North Gate."
Wu Xiuwen rolled his eyes: "Okay."
Zhao Jianxiong asked again: "Master, if you don't have time to take action, you have to show your magic weapon again..."
"Hey! Hey hey! Idiot!" Wu Xiuwen cursed: "Let's go! If you really don't understand, just follow the rhetoric that master used to fool us before - gold yuan is the weapon spirit, and wood yuan is the backing.
The element of fire is used as the medicine, and the lead shot and mercury slurry are used as the magic weapon to kill people. This thing has the charm of Browning's immortal restoration institution, and it is called Jericho's Little Eagle."
"They are all foreign names, how can I remember them..." Jianxiong muttered, holding the luggage with one hand, lifting the stretcher with the other, and ran forward as if he were flying together with his senior brother.
Like a single mother, Jiang Xueming watched the students run out and kept giving instructions.
"Be careful with your gun! Be careful! Don't just take it out for fun!"
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When the two brothers arrived at the south gate checkpoint, a border army commander (squad leader) stopped Wu Xiuwen and looked at the person on the stretcher with a suspicious look on his face.
The Sixth Son is a soldier in the government. He usually spends his time in the prefect's mansion, the county government and the school grounds. He rarely meets with the city guards. They only communicate with each other when they change into the civilian clothes of the bandit soldiers and go out to hunt game (robbery) in the city.
Although I couldn't recognize the appearance of Liu Zi, I still felt that this guy looked familiar. After all, such a tall figure was rare in Taiye. Look at the two stretcher bearers coming from the direction of Zhuzhou - the weather in Zhuzhou is good.
Most of the people coming and going are caravans, and there are no plague refugees, so they naturally feel suspicious.
"stop."
Wu Xiuwen handed over the customs clearance document. When he heard the commander yelling, he knew in his heart that he could not pass the customs. He immediately ran out of the team and took the initiative to explain.
"Master Jun, why are you calling my senior brother to stop?"
The boss brought the customs clearance document and saw clearly the identities of the two people. Only then did he realize that Wu Xiuwen was the godson of Zhuzhou Zhizhou, and he immediately became polite.
"It turns out it's Master Wu. Nothing happened. It's just that you two are accompanied by someone. What's going on?"
Wu Xiuwen thought about it and looked forward to see several officers and soldiers searching the luggage one by one at the checkpoint, even breaking the grain bags transporting rice, so he took out a cloth bag from the luggage.
He called the general manager to a dark place and opened the cloth bag——
——The head of the old man was exposed, looking like he was angry and evil.
I recognized the president at a glance!
Isn't this Wu Lao'er, the commander-in-chief of the prefect's mansion?
"This! This! This! This!"
When the summer hunting season came, Wu Laoer liked to go to Zhuzhou. When he met lone travelers on the road, he would always extort some money. Every time he went out, he would ride with more than a dozen people, which made him envious.
I thought it was the knightly scenery of the Prefect's Mansion.
The cavalry team that went on patrol at noon today rushed back without giving any reason, so they didn't pay any attention to it.
Unexpectedly, Wu Laoer died?!
"Dead?! Dead?!"
The death of a soldier is nothing, but Wu Laoer cannot die.
His eldest brother was a guest of the prefect's house. At first, the countries in the Tonghe River Basin of the Central Plains were beaten until their brains popped out, and the world was in chaos. After a general escaped from Daliang, General Weiyuan of Daliang defected to the prefect.
The prefect's family was training soldiers, leaving these two sons behind.
"What? Do you know this bandit?" Wu Xiu Wenming knew the truth and pretended to be crazy.
The president's voice was trembling when he spoke: "Master Wu...he...he is the son of a guest of the prefect's mansion, and he also received the badge of the mansion's soldiers. How did you kill him?"
On one side are the local bullies from Zhuzhou City, and on the other side are the relatives of the generals in the prefecture.
This little squad leader can't afford to offend anyone and doesn't know what to say.
"Isn't he a bandit?" Wu Xiuwen asked repeatedly: "When I came out of Bodhisattva Valley, he was riding on a horse and slashing with a sword! He didn't even ask a question!"
The squad leader thought to himself that if Wu Laoer had hacked Wu Xiuwen to death with one knife, there would not have been so much trouble. So he couldn't help but said without thinking, "Then he didn't hack you to death?"
Wu Xiuwen: "Huh?"
"Oh no!" The manager immediately changed his words: "Then he didn't show his weapon card?"
Zhao Jianxiong: "Where are the military cards? If he wants to chop my senior brother, I will give him a knife in return and pick off his head to get the credit. What nonsense are you talking about? Since he wants to be a bandit, grandpa asked him to be a bandit for the rest of his life!"
Wu Xiuwen held his forehead and smiled softly, feeling that this junior brother's tail was about to rise to the sky - follow the master's example, and the master would say whatever Jianxiong said.
"May I ask the name of this hero?" Mr. Ba wanted to say a few words of courtesy.
Wu Xiuwen: "He is my junior brother. His name is written on the customs clearance document."
Mr. Jiang was already sweating profusely. These two evil stars definitely couldn't be sent into the city so easily.
He was the one who sent the cavalry out, and the man died in Bodhisattva Valley. When he came back, he didn't see any other soldiers saying anything -
——If we were to investigate, these high-ranking rich kids would definitely put the blame on the city defense team.
"Someone's coming!"
All of a sudden, dozens of tough-looking men poured into the checkpoint.
The manager had only recognized Liu Zi at this moment, and he didn't know what kind of medicine these two evil customers were selling in the gourd, so he started talking about the situation.
"Two heroes, since you have suppressed the bandits, I will take you to the prefect's mansion to talk to Mr. Ying Qian and acknowledge your merits!"
This was said in a very high level. He not only recognized Brother Wu Xiuwen for killing the thief, but also wanted to escort the two of them to the Prefect's Mansion to confess their crimes.
When Zhao Jianxiong heard this, he immediately became happy——
"——In addition to the credit of Heifeng Ridge! Is there such a good thing?"
But before Wu Xiuwen could scold him, Jianxiong's mind immediately woke up.
He was just as happy when he saw the beautiful woman last time, and he was just as happy when he arrived at Wu Chengzhang's mansion.
Sitting under the stage in Mujiazhuang, watching the weird and wonderful people dancing and singing, I felt so happy that I was dying.
Every time he became happy, he was close to death.
This time Jianxiong had a better memory and whispered to his senior brother.
"This bastard won't plot against us, will he?"
Wu Xiuwen suddenly smiled with relief and responded in a low voice: "Master is right, sometimes I even feel that I am not in the same world as you - this time it seems that we have finally been reincarnated together and come to this chaotic world together."
Zhao Jianxiong: "Senior brother, should you go or not?"
"If you don't go, you will be a fugitive. Master is isolated and helpless in the city. If you go, you will still have a chance. It is written in "Knight Combat Skills" - to turn adversity into prosperity." Wu Xiuwen was very calm. Since the master asked him to do this, he still had a chance.
After giving him so many cards, he must get things done.
He responded casually: "Can you please lead the way?"
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On the other side, Jiang Xueming entered the city smoothly and immediately saw the signboard of the gate tower of Yin Yang Qian Kun Temple.
He glanced inside, and it didn't matter. When he saw Fragrant Fantasy, he almost turned into a white crane boy. He kept adding drama to his eyes - his pupils turned into two thin lines. He couldn't control it at all, and he felt
This ghost place is so evil.
"A generous gift of crabs..." Xueming saw two teams of people going in. She was originally an embroiderer girl from the prefect's house. She changed into a Taoist robe, but still couldn't hide her good figure. They went in to pray for incense and worship the gods - even
The outline of the buttocks can be seen.
Then I saw the Taoist boy leading the embroidery girls to the inner courtyard, handed out signs, burned the palace guard sand on their arms with incense, and asked them to wait outside the door. The leader Kunwu did not come back, so the consecration ceremony would be later.
Xueming thought to himself, what kind of temple is this? This is just a damn devil's cave built in the city!
But he had no intention of taking action at that time. There were hundreds of pilgrims walking around the archway square.
He went in with a gun to fight. Let's not talk about accidental injuries. When the city defense and border troops arrived, he would be the target of public criticism - he would be regarded as a murderer. After all, the Taoist priests in this temple had not yet taken off their clothes.
Become a monster.
With this in mind, Xueming went to the neighborhood to inquire, and immediately found a store selling glue. He also found out about Zhao Jianying.
The glue cake boss told me that a couple came to the shop in Xiangxiang. They were renovating their new house in recent days and bought a lot of goods from him. They used glue cakes and sticky rice to decorate the roof canopy and mud tiles.
Xueming followed this clue and pursued it. He passed through Tianhua Gate and found Si Yao Hutong. Walking more than 400 meters further, he found a gathering place of ordinary people. The archway at the entrance read "Xiangxiang Shop".
After greeting the neighbors, Xueming found someone very quickly. He asked at each store and found the inn directly past the medical center.
He thought to himself that Zhao Jianying had been ill recently, so he must have been unable to avoid the Yin-Yang Qiankun Temple - and suffered inexplicably.
As for why he is being targeted, it is either because his essence is too attractive, or because Guan Xiangxiang is.
But what Xueming didn't expect was that Great Immortal Kunwu wanted them all.
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"Beauty." In the room on the third floor of the inn, Kunwu looked solemn and said shamelessly: "I have a way to save this consumptive ghost."
Xiangxiang looked awkward and restless, looking at her husband who was unconscious in pain on the bed in the room, and didn't know what to say.
She was anxious, mentally tortured but unable to fight back——
——She thought that it was such a terrifying thing to keep the grudge between this couple.
In the past, people who went out to engage in skin trading were just desperate, and there was no need to worry about being slashed by the moral sword.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Now that she is asked to compromise and flatter again, she feels like her heart is being cut, and she feels sorry for Jianying.
A discerning person will see that this lecherous Taoist priest is trying to be mysterious, without even thinking about it - he just wants to dominate Xiangxiang's body.
"It's just that." Kunwu reasoned: "We are here to treat illnesses and save people. Since we are cultivators, we will consume real energy every time we use our energy. It's very difficult to do it."
Xiangxiang also wanted to talk about money: "Taoist Priest, I still have some money here..."
She brought the banknotes to the table. There were not many banknotes left, only about two hundred, two bills and some loose silver dollars.
"Ha..." Kunwu hugged each other and saw the ticket number clearly, knowing that Zhao Jianying had been fooled.
After taking away these coins, he felt guilty and felt that he was indebted, so that his soul power could take effect.
Now Zhao Jianying's true energy was captured by Yasha sister and sent to Han Gongzi and his mother through Zi Luosha. The two of them exchanged their life force and turned things around. The old age disease caused by fatigue and seven injuries naturally came to Zhao Jianying.
To cure Zhao Jianying, for Kun Wu, it was just a matter of summoning two more imps, one red and one blue, and finding a scapegoat to work for him.
"Beauty, I'm afraid you're not joking." Kunwu sneered: "Two hundred yuan? In the morning I took a sip of ginseng tea and brushed my teeth, and the mouthwash I spat out was more than that amount - do you think the immortal is a bargain? You have been eating it since you were a child.
Can gods be raised by eating pig food in Gushui?"
"Then..." A smile appeared on Xiangxiang's face, and she was finally convinced of what Taoist Master Kunwu wanted, but she didn't want to accept her fate: "Then... what does Taoist Master want..."
"I have a magical skill here." Kunwu immediately became energetic: "The principles of Yin, Yang, Qiankun in the world are nothing but fusion, intersection, and mutual complementation - do you have the root of wisdom? Do you understand?"
Xiangxiang: "I don't understand."
Kunwu slapped the table and sighed: "Hey! It's just...it's just..."
He tried hard to describe it, not wanting to break his face like this——
——After all, he is no longer a charlatan and a hooligan.
He is the CEO and executive director of a listed group.
"It's the method of dual cultivation. Have you heard of it? Do you understand it?"
This dedicated pioneer of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult is very clear about his position.
"You can improve my skills by sleeping with me."
Xiangxiang was not surprised at all, she just responded blankly: "Ah..."
Kunwu sighed: "Hey! It's just this... tsk... how to describe it... people, once you reach that state, you will immediately become enlightened. The whole world has become quiet, and this thing also applies to you.
benefit."
Xiangxiang: "Ah?"
"You don't know, girl, you really don't know." Kunwu Zheng'er Bajing said seriously: "How many female disciples are lined up outside my door. They communicate with me about this world and this Taoism. Every time they talk about themselves
I have gained a lot of experience and have achieved a breakthrough in my realm. I think you and your wife will take this opportunity to form a relationship with me. This is the greatest good deed."
Xiangxiang: "Ah?"
-"Ah what?" Kunwu raised his thumb: "They still want to thank me! You should thank me too!"
Xiangxiang: "Thank...thank you?"
Kunwu pointed to the guest room decoration: "Let's put it this way, it's in this house."
He came to the table and patted the snack shelf.
"This little shelf is made of golden nanmu. It nourishes Qi."
He ran to the dressing mirror and said loudly.
"This, this purple sandalwood, I set up the dragon gate formation to ward off evil spirits."
Then he ran to the bed -
"——This bed was originally going to be sent to Daliang, to the king of Daliang, but the people were gone and the country was destroyed. There is no chance."
"Your husband is lying on King Liang's bed now. Have you ever thought about whether you have figured out your position? Do you have a concept..."
Kunwu held his hands in vain, full of energy.
"You should be grateful and a little grateful to me...right?"
Xiangxiang: "It seems like this..."
"Then let me tell you, there are so many good things for the two of us in this house." Kunwu frowned and blinked, and kept saying the hypnotic fragrance: "Just in front of your husband, let's have a double cultivation. Let him enjoy it too.
Immortal Qi, won’t this disease be cured immediately?”
Xiangxiang only heard the last sentence——
——Jianying’s illness can be cured.
She thought to herself that this didn't seem to be anything embarrassing.
You have been a bitch for half your life and finally found a down-to-earth husband. Are you going to watch Jianying die like this?
She raised her hand to untie the scarf on her shoulders, but she couldn't untie it. Then she remembered that Jianying had tied the knot with her own hands before going out - as if she was afraid that her wife would be insulted outside.
Kunwu, on the other hand, looked anxious and thought that this "virtuous woman" was hesitant, so he immediately came to the door and continued to show off his financial resources.
"Look at my old mahogany window grille door made by Aizong six years ago..."
"I..."
The door opened, and Jiang Xueming just walked in with a tea tray.