Chapter 10 Han Qiniang's invitation
"Tree Falling Hozen Powder" was used in Fulong Village, which has a strange sense of loyalty, and it was a bit of a drama, but when it was brought to Hungry Wolf Village, it suited the situation.
When Xin Zhuo arrived with the thieves, there were about 30 bandits without the buff blessings of the two leaders. They were running away very fast, even if the six of them were holding knives and swords to block them. Blocking on the right, surprisingly, not many people were stopped.
The moment before nightfall, the six people returned to the village with the remaining loot.
A large bag of coarse grains, two jars of roasted knives, twelve swords with extremely poor toughness made by folk iron shops, five pieces of bacon, three bamboo baskets of cabbage, some strings of money, sixteen sets of patchwork clothes, and half a barrel Coarse salt.
It was not very rich, but for the impoverished Fulong Village, it was tantamount to a windfall.
Six people sat in a row and looked at the two sticks of incense back and forth, full of ambition and excitement.
Taking one step in the long march of thousands of miles always makes people feel emotional.
“The harvest is great. Tonight, bacon and cabbage will be roasted. Add some chili pepper and garlic. It is absolutely delicious. No one knows bacon and cabbage better than me. When I was a tailor, my wife and her lover were on the street next door. The blacksmith Lao Wangtou praised my cooking for being delicious, really, so I will be the chef tonight.”
The fourth master Bai Jianxi took the initiative to invite me, his orchid fingers curled up more than ever before! They have to stand tall and straight, so that they don’t hide the secrets they held before they fell into the grass.
That's right, back then, his wife stole a man in front of him, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he killed them both and fled to the end of the world.
Looking at the strange looks from everyone, Bai Jianxian explained: "There is nothing to hide. My wife and I are actually very affectionate, but she was bewitched by the old man from the street next door. Before she died, She also begged me to do whatever she wanted to do and not to implicate Lao Wang. You see, she confessed everything before she died and asked me to kill her. How guilty must she feel... She still has me in her heart? "
The thieves looked at each other, even more puzzled. How did they come to this conclusion?
Only the third master, Huang Dagui, felt empathy. He sighed, his one eye full of sentimentality: "Yes, I understand the mood of the fourth master very well, just like I did with Miss Chunxiang of Cuixiang Tower twelve years ago. Likewise, I gave her three thousand taels of the wealth accumulated by my ancestors over three generations.
In order to please her, I even killed the wife of Master Sun, whom she admired, so that they could finally get married. She later... said that I was a good person, and she still had me in her heart, but... why would she have a grandson after giving birth to me? She must be feeling very tormented."
Han Jiulang was about to shed tears: "What the two brothers said was so good. This experience is very touching. In fact, I also have a story to tell..."
The topic somehow turned into a ditch, and the situation turned into a ditch. Unable to restrain themselves, they cried collectively.
This is damn humble.
Xin Zhuo tried his best to close his open mouth and coughed lightly: "The past is over, let's cook, I've been hungry all day!"
The "Bacon Roast" made by Bai Jianxi The "cabbage" is not delicious. Maybe I forgot that the bacon itself contains salt. Although the salt is just right, it is very salty.
But that is not what everyone is thinking about. They are really feeling happy today!
Killing the Hungry Wolf Village in one fell swoop was something that the old master had never done or was unwilling to do during his lifetime.
The boss is too powerful and must be celebrated!
“A bowl for you, the master!”
“Do it!”
So, Xin Zhuo, who was too drunk and knew nothing about the power of sweet wine in this world, got drunk!
......
The first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on the Fulongzhai compound, passing through the ventilated bamboo and wooden windows and dappled the ground.
On the low maple bed, half of the linen quilt embroidered with chrysanthemums fell to the ground.
Xin Zhuo was still hungover and was sleeping in an inelegant posture. First he was in a large font, and then he turned into a spinning top. He seemed to be dreaming about something. The corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, and a trace of crystal saliva flowed out.
Five heads "suddenly" popped out of the window, looking intently at the room, their eyes full of scrutiny and doubt.
“This must be the Huanyang Taiyi Sleeping Position, a brilliant sleeping position. Even sleeping can increase Qi!”
“Is there such a thing?”
"You are still young and ignorant. We practice kung fu hard and sit cross-legged when we go to bed at night. The leader is only sixteen years old. He killed Chai Donghu and Sky Cannon with two swords. How elegant is that? Sleeping in is really inappropriate. Common sense!”
“That makes sense!”
Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang, who discussed in low voices, finally reached a consensus.
Although Xin Zhuo claimed yesterday that he was only at the eighth level, the shock that those two swords brought to the thieves was far beyond his imagination.
Not only were the thieves unable to digest it, but after a night of fermentation, they found it even more amazing. Martial arts in the world are so difficult to practice. In order to become superior in martial arts, some people are willing to suffer the pain of bone-crushing and heart-burning, loneliness and loneliness, and spend their entire lives in poverty.
He is only sixteen years old!
How did he do it?
When the old master was alive, it took two or three moves to compete with Chai Donghu. Even so, it still surprised them, let alone the big master?
"Look! That slobber!" Huang Dagui pointed to the room and whispered.
The rest of the thieves looked at each other, is there anything surprising about this?
Han Qiniang had her ears tied into a bun today, and her face was smeared with cream that was stolen from someone unknown when. Her eyes were sparkling, making her look playful and cute. She blinked: "Isn't this... something special? ? ”
“For those who practice martial arts, the internal organs are shaped like the five elements, which nourish and cherish each other. They circulate in circles, and the mouth produces fluid. This fluid is a wonderful thing, and the ancient martial arts sages called it the spiritual liquid. , Shenshui, Yuquan, Jinli, Yujin, Yuchi clear water or jade paste.”
Huang Dagui tried his best to recite passages from his "Tiger Form" mental method, "So, this saliva is actually a great tonic. It means that you may be able to master some sword skills like the great master, or you may be able to gain some real skills out of nothing." Angry. "
The third master's words were the best he had ever said in his life, and all the thieves who heard them looked confused.
Han Jiulang scratched his head and thought carefully about his limited knowledge: "Although what he said makes sense, I think...it's disgusting."
"You are ignorant again! The boss How should I explain that I killed two masters with two swords?"
Huang Dagui narrowed his eyes, "The boss is still a young man, and I'm afraid his spirit is very good. Fortunately, I am a man and I can't let go of my figure. I’ll go get it, eh? Second Master and Qiniang, why don’t you go?”
Cui Ying'er rolled her eyes and sneered: "I think the boss just drank too much, just slept in and drooled. You think too much."
Han Qiniang tilted her head. After thinking about it, I came up with something else: "What does the third master mean...take that...spiritual liquid?"
"That's right!" "How to take it?"
“Mouth.”
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Han Qiniang thought about the scene for a while, her cheeks turned red, and she glared at him, "Damn!"
Before Huang Dagui could refute, the fourth master's white hair was thin. Yi Dao: "Excellent martial arts that can be cultivated" , increase the vitality, why worry about being embarrassed? The master is so handsome, why don’t you forget the hatred between your parents? No one understands the master better than me! >
Han Qiniang looked at Cui Yinger.
Cui Ying'er hesitated for a moment: "There is indeed a saying that a masterful warrior can speak with his mouth and his spirit."
Han Qiniang suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.
"Sister!"
"Qiniang!"
Han Jiulang and Cui Ying'er couldn't shout, but Han Qiniang had quietly opened the door and walked towards Xin Zhuo's bed.
The four pairs of eyes outside suddenly widened.
Han Qiniang's small figure was half-kneeling at the head of Xin Zhuo's bed, pouting, closing her eyes, blushing, and slowly approaching.
The four people outside began to sweat on their foreheads.
Closer, closer!
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.
The air froze instantly.
Immediately, there was a commotion outside, and the four heads disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Han Qiniang pouted, raised a pair of small palms, and froze in place.
Looking at the handsome face so close and the other person’s breath smelling of cheap face cream, Xin Zhuo became even more confused.
He swore that he had never experienced such a scene.
Of course he recognized Han Qiniang, but why did she run to my bed and make such a gesture?
"What... do you want to do?"
He never believed that this stubborn female thief with a unique personality suddenly had a crush on him.
"Master, I want to drink Lingjin?" Han Qiniang mustered up her courage, with a look of stubbornness on her face and robbery on her face.
"What Lingjin? Be more serious."
Xin Zhuo was confused.
"Haha... Just think I'm joking."
Seeing that the boss couldn't submit obediently, Han Qiniang stopped thinking, smiled awkwardly, got up and left in a hurry.
Xin Zhuo stood up, was stunned for a long time, put away the quilt, and went out.
The weather is sunny, the red sun in the eastern sky has risen, the mountain scenery in the distance is hazy, and the golden clouds are rolling endlessly.
The breeze blows, and the fresh air makes you feel refreshed.
Xin Zhuo stretched out and felt that if he was not a bandit but a rich man with many wives and concubines, it would be a good choice to live in seclusion here.
In the yard,
Huang Dagui, the third head of the family, was lowering his head to sharpen his knife again.
Si Dangjia’s Bai Jianxi stuffed a few garlic heads into the ground and seemed to be planting them.
Han Jiulang was busy cooking breakfast.
In the maple forest in front, Cui Ying'er has a vigorous figure and dances her knife against the fallen leaves.
A few people looked serious, more serious than before.
Only Han Qiniang got into the room and cursed: "Liars! They are all liars, hum! What, I just realized, that's not a kiss..."
Xin Zhuo: " ?”
Breakfast, because it was chef Han Jiulang, finally tasted passable, but it was still bacon and Chinese cabbage, and the staple food was whole grain rice.
No one spoke during the dinner, even the third boss, who always made deafening and suffocating remarks, was just busy eating.
Everyone realizes that with the destruction of Hungry Wolf Village, they are about to face a more serious problem——
(End of this chapter)