"Hand it over... Hey, those people killed more than 130 people in my family, so hand it over like this? I won't accept it!" Mr. Zhuang's eyes showed coldness.
Originally, he planned to use a real Chongxing cup, coated with various poisons, so that others could get poisoned and die.
But then I thought about it, even if I use the most powerful poison, I can only kill a few people.
This method will be discovered soon, and he does not have poison that can definitely kill people. Martial arts masters are equipped with protective power, so it is difficult to poison him to death.
So, he thought hard and came up with another good way.
That is to throw out fake goods, let them fight for it, fight to the death, and then the person who finally gets it will die because of the fake goods when he goes to open the treasure.
In this way, maybe we can wipe out all those bitches!
As for the real thing, he left it to the person who really helped him in the end, that was Wei Chun.
"Okay, stop being like a child and count the time. They are about to catch up. You can take the medicine and go back." Mr. Zhuang said calmly.
"...Master..." Wei Chun wanted to say something else, but saw that Master Zhuang turned his back and stopped looking at himself.
She knew the master's temper well and knew that this meant that he was impatient to talk anymore. If he kept talking nonsense, he might really hit someone.
She stopped making any sound, wiped her hands, picked up the box on the ground, then knelt down and kowtowed nine times to Mr. Zhuang.
"Every man is not guilty of carrying a jade. Remember, don't let others see the thing." Mr. Zhuang warned without looking back.
"Yes! Master, how should I contact you in the future?" Wei Chun asked.
"No need to contact you. If I come back, I will find you. Go ahead." Mr. Zhuang waved his hand.
He crammed everything he had learned into Wei Chun's mind, and then helped him lay a solid foundation. In this way, he could be considered as leaving a legacy for his own martial arts.
Yesterday, he had already met someone who came to pursue him on the street. Now Wei Chun must leave. Otherwise, he will definitely be implicated.
After Wei Chun kowtowed, he held back the tears in his eyes, stood up, wrapped his things in a parcel, and strode away with a big stride on his back.
She knew that her strength was low, and if she really tried to use her hands, she might not even be able to get a single hit.
So the only thing she has to do now is not to burden her master, not to be a drag, and to hide the Chongxing Cup well.
After Wei Chun strode away.
Mr. Zhuang sighed, turned around and sat down, picked up the medicinal tea that Wei Chun had made for him, took a sip, but found it was tasteless, so he put it down again.
This herbal tea, which usually has the strongest aroma, seems to have completely lost its smell at this time.
It's a pity that if I had met this kid Wei Chun earlier, maybe I could have taught her the rest of the miscellaneous knowledge in the sect.
But now we can only teach the main skills.
The cold winter wind swirled in the courtyard.
Mr. Zhuang finished his tea in one gulp and was about to get up and go back to the house.
Suddenly he stopped and turned around to look at the door.
"Come out."
There was silence outside the door, but soon, white figures quickly broke through the door and entered in two rows, surrounding the entire courtyard.
In the white shadows, two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, walked quickly through the door.
"Long time no see, Mr. Zhuang, you are quite capable of escaping. He is over seventy years old, and he can still escape from the capital city to this remote place in one breath." The tall man said with a strange air.
"No, it was easy to find us along the way. Originally, our brothers were supposed to be hugging each other on the flower boat, drinking and having fun, but it turned out that in the middle of winter, we had to be sent to hunt down a bad old man like you. It's really miserable!"
The short man said impatiently.
"Gaoling Gaoxiu of the Ancient Sword Sect... You two bitches have really good noses! You came to me not long after I stopped." Mr. Zhuang said coldly.
"That's right, don't look at our nickname, Qianli Dog doesn't bark for nothing." The short Gao Xiu was not ashamed, but proud of it.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and hand over the Chongxing Cup. I can give you a good time." The tall Gao Ling said coldly.
"If you have the ability, come and get it yourself!" Mr. Zhuang suddenly kicked up the charcoal stove next to him that was used to boil the medicine.
The stove threw out a large piece of coal, which was thrown towards the two brothers.
He himself jumped up and rushed out of the house.
"Chase!"
The two brothers waved their hands to cover the power, opened the coals, and were protected by power. They were both martial arts masters.
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"Uu!~~~"
Fang Hong, the leader of the convoy, shouted to stop, and the horses stopped first, stopping in front of a canyon cliff in front.
In the middle of the canyon, there is an iron suspension bridge, which is paved with thick wooden boards.
But whether the wooden boards can support the weight of the team needs to be tested.
"Get ready to unload the goods in batches. Use our own rope to slide over!" This is not the first time Fang Zheng has passed through this canyon.
Suddenly everyone became busy.
Wei He got off the car at the back and watched the crowd busy while Fang Yongchun introduced in a low voice.
"This place is called Onimi Gorge. The load capacity of this suspension bridge is not high, but it doesn't matter. We brought our own special pulleys and ropes. As long as one person carries the things over first and ties the ropes, we can carry goods in batches.
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"Slipping?" Wei He looked at the round metal wheels that someone proposed, and his eyes were opened immediately. This is really true, no matter which world the skilled craftsmen are in, they all have something in common.
With this pulley principle, as long as one is high and one is low, and the rope is tied, you can use high and low gravity to easily slide batches of goods over. It is extremely labor-saving.
Soon Fang Zheng began to direct everyone, tie up ropes, install pulleys, and slide the goods.
Wei He and others waited quietly from behind.
The rest of the people were scattered around to guard against danger.
A large bag of grain was placed in the prepared iron frame, hung up, and slid over quickly.
"Don't go over thousands of mountains to call for the sun and the moon, hug me into your hometown and you won't return!"
"I beat Bai He and fucked Yun Palace with a stick, and he was released for nine days and nine nights! Hahaha!"
Suddenly, a bold singing voice floated from afar.
The singing voice is heroic, but the content is quite vulgar.
"Who!?"
Fang Hong turned around suddenly and looked behind her.
The sound came from the rear of the motorcade. They were now at least a hundred miles away from Taizhou. It was possible to encounter anyone on this ground.
People who can travel in such a wilderness and dare to shout so arrogantly are definitely not ordinary people.
Moreover, although some words of what the other party just sang were not very clear, judging from the tone alone, it was quite vulgar.
Everyone looked back and saw a figure in yellow, running very fast from behind.
The most important thing is that behind the figure in yellow is a huge black panther with a black body and a triangular head.
The black panther was over two meters tall when it crouched down to catch up. It ran silently, and its two green eyes were full of calm murderous intent.
"Come on, come on! Little leopard, there is something you like to eat here!" The man in yellow smiled and led the leopard towards the motorcade.
This man ran closer, and people could see his face clearly. He was a strong monk wearing monk's robes and with a shiny bald head.
He was holding a sword in his hand. His body was muscular, but his face was twisted and cruel. It was obvious at a glance that he was not a good monk.
"It's a triangular leopard! And it's an adult triangular leopard!!" Fang Hong looked at it from a distance, and her face suddenly turned pale.
The triangular leopard itself usually lives deep in the mountains, and is only found in the deepest parts of Black House Mountain. These strange beasts are extremely powerful in terms of speed and strength. Their claws and fangs are highly poisonous, and their fur is extremely thick in defense. They are invulnerable to fire and water.
, ordinary soldiers are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of him.
If he is not a martial artist, no one dares to fight with him.
Such a strange beast, equivalent to a great martial artist, actually appeared in such a place.
The yellow-robed monk quickly approached the motorcade from the rear. The first one to approach was the carriage containing Wei He and others at the rear of the motorcade.
The two guarding female disciples of the Wan Du Sect looked at each other, took a step forward together, and were about to take action.
It would be a grave sin if this man and the three-horned leopard disturbed the lady.
"What happened?" At this time, Wei He's voice came from the carriage.
He opened the rear door and looked behind him.
The yellow-robed monk and the three-cornered leopard approaching from behind happened to see Wei He appearing in the carriage. At the same time, they also saw Wan Qingqing behind Wei He.
"Oh~~, there are actually pregnant women, my favorite type, hahahaha!!" The yellow-robed monk's eyes suddenly heated up and he laughed.
He stepped on his foot, increased his already fast speed, and rushed straight into the car.
Wei Heduan was sitting in the car, his eyes turned cold when he saw this.
He reached out and picked up a teacup on the low table.
"If you speak rudely, I will punish you as a slave for a hundred years."
"??" Before the yellow-robed monk could react, he saw Wei clasping his hands and raising his hand.
A ball of tea in the tea cup floated up, hanging in the air, and was gently tapped by it.
Bang!!!
In an instant, it felt as if something extremely heavy had been hit with a bang.
The tea suddenly turned into a mist, and then seemed to turn into a big hand, spread out evenly, and grabbed him head-on.
The yellow-robed monk's eyes slowly widened and he wanted to raise his hand to block.
But the big hand made of water mist was so fast that he was hit on the head just halfway through raising his hand.
The thick misty hand suddenly tore through his protective strength, grabbed his neck, and smashed him down.
boom!!!
The ground on the cliff shook violently.
The yellow-robed monk was uninjured and fell to his knees.
He supported the ground with both hands and opened his eyes wide, as if everything he just saw was just an illusion.
What water mist hands and random tea attacks are all illusions.
"What...it turns out to be just a trick to scare people! Hahahaha!!" He stood up and laughed.
I thought that the other party was some kind of extreme master and that I had hit the wall, but I didn't expect that it was just a little trick.
Does it make sense to sprinkle water in the shape of hands? It has no purpose except to scare people.
"It's just a mere trick... Being able to break through my protective power is your greatest strength, right? Interesting, really interesting..." The yellow-robed monk straightened up with a smile.
"Just let me do it..."
Plop!
Suddenly, a rapid and heavy heartbeat caused his steps to freeze, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
Plop!
The heartbeat was heavy and violent, as if the heart was about to jump out of the chest.
"You...what did you do to me!??"
Wei He put down the tea cup.
"Nothing, just some little pet eggs."
"You guys...want to enslave me!!? I, the three-poison monk, will never give in! Kill!!" The yellow-robed monk roared and rushed towards the carriage.
Ten minutes later, the convoy was back on the road.
In front of Wei He's carriage, the horse pulling the trailer was replaced by a giant black panther more than two meters tall, and the driver was replaced by a three-poison monk with a bruised face and bruised face.
The team of one person and one leopard drove behind the convoy honestly, not daring to move at all.
The other guards and merchants in the convoy were so silent.
Although I guessed from the beginning that Wei He and the others were not easy to mess with, it was really rare that they were not easy to mess with.
Monk Sandu is a well-known one-man robber in the surrounding area, and he often robs passing caravans alone.
I didn't expect to be hit by them.
What people didn't expect was that the three-poison monk, who was shrouded in notoriety, was caught by the owner of the carriage as soon as he met him.
Wei He was sitting in the carriage, thinking about whether he should temporarily use poison to control a group of people along the way, so as to avoid trouble when going to Yunzhou and not being able to take care of them.
People controlled by poison, unlike their own disciples, don't feel bad even if they are used to death. They can just be used as cannon fodder.