Chapter 684 Chu Pingsheng: Your Wutong Garden is a brothel!
After Chu Pingsheng finished speaking, he moved forward with his sword in his hand. He did not take the threat of the three of them into consideration at all. The maid who changed her name from Red Musk to Sweet Potato took two steps back and gave up her life again. He picked up a handful of green ants and nodded to the blue bird in the fluttering white dress.
A touch of pink and green flashed under the skirt of the shy female warrior who was forced to retreat by Chaoting's move. She put her two fingers together and used the support of the corridor beams. She moved three points faster and hit Chu Pingsheng's chest. Use your fingers as a spear at the Tanzhong point, and this shot will kill him.
Chu Pingsheng’s expression did not change, his posture did not change, only when the gun was pointed less than a foot away from his chest, he moved to the mountains and rivers, and stepped on Tianzelu again. The string of beads swayed, and then it avoided the finger gun, like a drunken man Jiu Mengzi, who lost his footing, raised his upper body horizontally and straightened his lower body. He heard a pop, and the blue bird flew out upside down. He spurted two mouthfuls of blood in the air, and hit the bright red pillar heavily, shaking the entire corridor. Shaking, you can see how hard this kick was.
“I’ve been accepting a lot of girls lately, but my patience is running out.”
Chu Pingsheng continued to walk forward, and when he passed by the seriously injured and dying female soldier, he didn't even look at her: "If there is no expert to regulate Qi within a stick of incense, even if you die, you will never have children in this life."< br>
“Stop.”
“Xu Xiao? You see, this is the bad thing about the big house. If you walk slower, I will take your son Killed all the maids, no, do you think that Jiang Ni is a maid? If she is a maid, I will not be merciless in killing her, but if she is a princess, should I kill her after I have had enough fun, or should I keep her as a concubine? , give your son a cuckold?”
Chu Pingsheng slowly turned around and looked at King Bei Ming, who had dense horizontal lines on his forehead that could hold a book between his legs.
“Do you really think I dare not kill you?”
The unpretentious butler stood behind him, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes submissive, very respectful. There were also two generals on the right who were full of energy and blood and had bulging temples.
"One, two, three, four, second-grade little grandmaster, plus the four of you, this Blue Bird's martial arts is even higher. The Bei Ming Palace really has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, its strength is amazing... I am very happy."
Xu Xiao didn't see the scene where he crippled the blue bird with one kick, but his sauced beef didn't spill, the bead string on the knife didn't fall off, and the blood dripping from the servant's head on the ground in his hand accumulated in a ball. What does that mean? He basically didn't move, and the blue bird was useless.
“You hide your strength?”
“I don’t.”
Chu Pingsheng vowed: "Thanks to you and Shu Sha, I suddenly realized the truth."
Xu Xiao's eyes narrowed, obviously not believing his words. As a sworn warrior who protects his son, Qingniao has martial arts skills. He knew better than anyone how high he was. Just by looking at him lying on the ground still vomiting blood, what the man surnamed Lin said was true. If there was no one within a stick of incense to heal his wounds, he would definitely die.
"Where is the trust between people? Where has it gone?" Chu Pingsheng brushed away the hair that was constantly flapping his temples in the night wind. He seemed to be too disturbed, so he turned the murder knife sideways and pressed it. The strands of black hair flew away, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much brighter.
“Look, I prepared your son’s favorite sauce beef.” He lifted the oil paper bag in his hand.
“Look, I begged a string of Buddhist beads for the women in the palace. When they are sold into brothels as slaves, whoever holds this string of Buddhist beads in their hands, I will protect her from death. Of course, This also includes your two daughters. What are they called? Xu Weixiong? Xu Zhihu?" He shook the bead string on his knife.
"And these two heads are for them."
Poof, the heads of the two blind servants were thrown out of the corridor and fell into a pond full of delicate white lotuses. The smell of blood Dozens of koi fish, large and small, were attracted, tearing away the bloody flesh one by one. The lanterns hanging in the corridor illuminated the heads floating in the water, which was quite terrifying.
"Look, I didn't even forget the koi in the pond outside Wutong Garden, and I kindly brought a gift, but they didn't let me into the hospital. Xu Xiao, you said... shouldn't I be angry?"
He talked like a guest, but no one really regarded him as a guest.
There is a small pond in the middle of the corridor. In the small pond, there are some koi carps that will turn over to dry their bellies on sunny days. A few pure white lotus flowers are planted in the small pond. The edge of the small pond is paved with a thick layer of pebbles. In summer, sweet potatoes in red clothes, green ants in green shirts, cucumbers in yellow skirts, and ginger mud that can't be seen from the eyes of money will step on them with bare feet and play in the water, and the whole court will laugh.
However, at this moment, with a whistling sound, one pebble, two pebbles, three pebbles, four pebbles... dozens of pebbles were sucked in front of him and fell on the floor of the corridor stained red by human heads. He touched it again Touched his sleeve and took it out A black porcelain pot that was only half the size of a palm, as if it was afraid of losing the lid, threaded a string through the lid and tied it to the handle. The spout was slightly tilted, and black oil was poured on the pebbles. The wind blew by, causing a gust of heat. The flavor of the sauce.
"I'll keep half of it. This one is too salty." He shook the porcelain pot, stuffed it into the sleeves of the prison uniform several times, and said sneakily and carefully, as if he were a thief: "Jiang The beef was served smoothly and I didn’t pay for it.”
簌簌簌簌...... , human blood is red, soy sauce is black, and osmanthus outside the wall is yellow.
Xu Xiao didn't know what he meant, he just felt that he had met a madman.
"You must be ignorant and ignorant."
Chu Pingsheng seemed to be able to see through his thoughts: "The mountains are far away, the moon is long, the dusk clouds and autumn shadows dip into Xiaoxiang, the drunk soul should chase Lingbo's dream, and share the west wind. This night is cool . This Hunan dish is called Huang Zhen. The gift prepared by Tu, since he chose to be a dog, he should act like a dog and let him lick it up later and go back to the house to drink."
He ignored Xu Xiao who was already on the verge of an explosion. Emotions are in prison again He dug into his sleeves, and after a lot of effort this time, he took out the thin white porcelain wine bottle that had been warmed by the girl's body earlier and had a painting of a cool beauty enjoying the cool night: "Here, this is for you. The girl from Zijin Tower warms her body with flower wine , there is still a third of heat, and considering my little care as a guest, I think your damn wife won’t mind.”
Chu Pingsheng’s hand flicked, and the wine bottle flew towards me. Xu Xiao wearing a big purple official robe.
He can seriously injure Qingniao, curse Xu Weixiong and Xu Zhihu, and humiliate Lao Huang, but he cannot despise his wife Wu Su. "Hmph!"
Xu Xiao was furious and waved his robe sleeves fiercely. The fierce energy came out from the bottom of the robe and smashed the wine bottle to pieces. Water splashed everywhere. The thick aroma of wine filled the corridor, and the drunken wind stirred moon.
"It's been a good ten years to seal the altar, but it's a pity, it's a pity..."
Poof!
While he was muttering "It's a pity", the sparsely moustachioed Butler Shen behind Xu Xiao clutched his throat and knelt down, blood spurting from between his fingers, and he looked like he would not survive.
"Your Majesty..."
Xu Xiao looked back and was shocked. His anger at Lin Tanhua for belittling the princess was instantly extinguished, because Butler Shen's martial arts was not much lower than him, and he was also a second-grade little grandmaster. In this realm, he didn't know how people died.
Tap, step, step...
Slow but solid footsteps came from the darkness, and the swaying lantern light outlined a somewhat stooped figure. The upper body was slightly bloated because of the heavy shoulders. He was holding the sword box, his hands were bloated because his sleeves were rolled up, and his legs were a little bloated. The candlelight was shining, and occasionally water droplets dripped from the edge of the sword box, slapping on the ground he stepped on.
Lao Huang, the horseman of Beimu Palace, couldn't bear the loneliness.
"Your Majesty, leave this to me."
Old Huang is quite reliable, whether he is a groom or a dog in the palace, although he looks very unreliable with his sharp mouth, monkey cheeks and small eyes.
“Don’t.”
Chu Pingsheng laughed and said: “I don’t want to kill anyone.”
Xu Xiao said: “You think you don’t want to kill anyone, what happened today Forget it?”
"Yes, the fortune teller told me that my lucky number is nine. Today I killed nine people. If I kill another one, I will not be lucky. I have to make up ninety-nine. Now, I am sure that the sword will be nine yellow. I want to kill him. Who let him have the word "nine" in his name? But I don't want to kill him today. It’s the Double Ninth Festival. I’m very superstitious.”
Xu Xiao tilted his head slightly and asked Jian Jiuhuang in a low voice: “Can you tell his depth?”
“ At least first grade... refers to Xuan. "
First grade, or refers to Xuan?
At that time, martial arts were divided into nine levels, not to mention those below the second level. Those who could reach the second level were called little masters and were already qualified to establish sects in the world. The first level was divided into Vajra, Zhixuan, There are four subdivided realms: celestial phenomena and land gods.
Like the Buddhist disciples who pay attention to physical training, they will reach the Vajra realm after advancing to the first level. Like the Taoist disciples who pay attention to calculating heavenly secrets and gaining insight into the secret arts, they will enter the Xuanxing realm after being promoted to the first level. Like those who are familiar with economics, a body of awe-inspiring energy can lead to Confucian scholars who resonate with heaven and earth will reach the realm of celestial phenomena after being promoted to the first level.
Different from the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, after the top martial arts warriors advance to the first level, they will become fellow practitioners in the three realms, and finally become land gods. Therefore, the combat power of martial arts masters in the same realm of Zhixuan and celestial phenomena is better than that of Confucianism. The disciples of Buddhism are much stronger.
Xu Xiaoxin said that it was no wonder that the Blue Bird was defeated and Butler Shen died inexplicably. Since he was referring to the Xuan master, it was normal.
“What are the chances of winning?”
“I don’t know.”
Xu Xiao's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't control his right eye, so he squeezed it slightly.
The left eye will jump to wealth, and the right eye will jump to disaster.
When Lin Qing assassinated Xu Fengnian, he was at least a third-level martial artist. After being locked up in a dungeon for a few days, he became a first-level Zhixuan? Deliberately hiding your strength? What's the motivation for doing this? Like I just said, enlightenment? No matter how brilliant the enlightenment is, you can't jump to three levels in a row, let alone Zhixuan once, let alone Zhixuan that even Lao Huang is not absolutely sure of defeating.
“What do you want?”
“Actually, I am a reasonable person. You see, I am a high-ranking scholar and an upright scholar. I have no problem calling you a traitor and an old dog. ? Because it is customary for anyone who becomes an emperor to kill heroes and powerful officials after winning the kingdom or ascending the throne, let alone a king with a different surname like you. Since you were willing to be the dog of the Zhao family, you thought that Li Yang would unify the world. Only in this way can we give the people a peaceful and prosperous age. The sudden death of the whole family is also a retribution from heaven. You will definitely not want to give up Bei Ming. If you are forced to do so, you will always lead 300,000 cavalry south and trample Tai'an City. As long as it is In the war, the people will not be able to live and work in peace and contentment. The dragon slayer was the evil dragon today. How is your Bei Ming different from the Western Chu? It is not wrong to say that he is an old dog who is a national traitor.
"Look again, I just told the truth. I want to kill your son Xu Fengnian. With one death, your Xu family will have a peaceful exit, and the world will have peace for a hundred years. The so-called national warriors are nothing more than this. People like me, You made me live in the dungeon for several days. Isn’t that excessive? Then I must balance it. The treatment is good, and the most comfortable place in Beiming Palace is your room, but I don’t like it. Firstly, you are such a naive person, and you miss your damn wife. It’s not good. Secondly, you smell when you get older. , I don’t like it either, so after much thought, Xu Fengnian’s Wutong Garden is the best choice.”
"Oh, and please give me back Miss Fan who you took away from me. Not Shusha, not Shusha, not Shusha, important things must be said three times. Okay, Let’s leave it like this for now. These satisfy me. Let’s talk openly and honestly about how to deal with the aftermath. If that satisfies me, If you can't satisfy me...if you can't satisfy me, I will give you a little more time to satisfy me. Finally, a kind reminder, my lucky number is nine, ninety-nine, nine hundred and nine...the more nine, the luckier I am. ”
(End of this chapter)