Chapter 348 The remnant old man
Cao Meng, who was poured by the torrent of black water in the death curse, surged his blood. The muscle memory he had learned from martial arts for many years made him instinctively slapped his palm forward.
However, before he could hit Li Sheng, Cao Meng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he seemed to be in the boundless darkness, so quiet that he could only hear his own violent heartbeat. "My evil disciple!"
The shrill howl came from afar. The master and wife, who had been using him as a livestock since childhood, beat him up and stepped slowly, and her skin and clothes remained as charred when he was burned to death by him.
"Bandit!"
The resentful merchant stared at him, and a blood mark appeared on his neck. "Good will be revenge!" said Youyou, the first elder brother I recognized since his debut, and blood was pouring out from the knife wounds that penetrated my chest from behind.
"The unfaithful man!" This was the mistress he abandoned.
"Uh!" This is the creditor whose tongue was cut off by him.
Shadows came out of the boundless darkness, with horrible death and a grim look on their eyes.
No matter how Cao Meng used his fists and feet and internal force to kill, these unjust souls continued to surge, scratching his skin, tearing his muscles, and pulling out his internal organs.
The stormy waves of the ocean of consciousness only took a few seconds in the real world.
In the perspective of the rest of the tea shed, Cao Meng's eyes trembled violently and turned upwards, foaming at the mouth, kneeling on the ground uncontrollably.
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The tea shed fell into a strange silence, leaving only the sound of rain and wind blowing the bamboo curtains, and everyone was thinking about the same thing.
What kind of kung fu is this?
If Li Sheng can collect tea out of thin air and can still explain it by his internal energy and his perfection,
When the water was sprayed casually, the amount of water was released, and the yin energy was still sprayed, which was completely beyond the perception of martial arts people.
Even if you spray all your stomach acid, you won’t be so fierce, right?
Is it possible that your stomach and intestines can directly reach the ink tank?
Su Konghu buried his head and thought for a long time, suddenly his eyes lit up and he suddenly looked up and said, "I understand, it's the condensation of qi to dew!"
Faced with the puzzled female companion, he explained excitedly: "My elders once told me that some warriors with extremely deep internal skills can use their true energy to shake the air and directly turn the moisture in the air into dew.
Then maintain meditation, or survive in extreme environments like desert seas.
I always thought it was a story made up by my seniors at home, but I didn’t expect that I could see it with my own eyes today!
This young man is young and has such a profound martial arts realm. Even if he is not a master, he is at least the peak of his innate nature. "
Hearing Su Konghu's words, the atmosphere in the teahouse changed subtly again. The people of the Fanhe Gang who were about to draw their swords changed slightly, and their movements were slowed down half a beat, making them seem to be out of reach.
Su Konghu was born in Wanjian Valley, and the latter is one of the best pharmaceutical sects in the world. Their fist products include, but are not limited to, golden sore medicine, bruising and damage ointment, Shujin and Blood-activating Tablets, and Tianzhu Divine Oil. Some special medicines were also listed as tribute medicines by the court, and are exclusively for the palace to enjoy.
Growing up in a golden spoon since he was a child, Su Konghu never practiced martial arts seriously. The innate realm was entirely achieved by eating elixirs such as Huanglong Pill, Guilong Pill, and Shenglong Pill.
But his vision and insight are definitely not comparable to ordinary people in the martial arts world.
As soon as he spoke, everyone present believed it seven or eight.
This is the same as Wang Sicong tells the Internet that a certain female celebrity is not decent in her private life, and netizens are likely to believe that the Haitian Shengyan that others have been to is probably more than the Haitian Fresh Soy Sauce that netizens have eaten.
After taking a deep breath, Su Konghu bowed and asked Li Sheng, "In Xiawan Ji Valley, Su Konghu, I wonder which sect the young master is from which sect, and which family and family?"
"Sigh."
Li Sheng wiped the black water at the corner of his mouth and replied calmly, "I'm a native of a village with a surname named Fu, a name from Hu, and a person from an overseas village, raised by nine unpredictable old people. This move was just called [Water Gun], which imitated the deep-sea giant beast Jenith. I laughed at it."
The people in the teahouse were not aware of it and were still muttering that they were overseas people, no wonder they had never heard of it before. Gray Rain almost stopped, God of Fucking Joni, God of Fucking Old Village, this is the performance of "The Legend of the Gods".
As the conversation, Cao Meng, who was kneeling on the ground, suspected of epilepsy, finally relied on the warrior's nature, broke free from the hallucination, and his eyes slowly returned to clear.
He was soaked all over, gasping heavily. When he saw Li Sheng still sitting calmly in his original position, his subordinates hesitated with machetes and immediately guessed what was going on.
Climbed up silently, bowed to Li Sheng and gave a big gift, and said respectfully: "I really don't know Mount Tai, so I'll be humiliated by myself. I thanked the young master for not killing me. I will treat these silver notes as your tea and water bills."
After saying that, he kept his bowing posture, quickly retreated to the corner of the wall, and silently exchanged wet clothes and pants with his subordinates.
This is definitely not a coward.
Only rogues can regard bravery and ruthlessness as virtues. Only when you can bend and stretch can you become a husband.
After this episode, the teahouse gradually regained its liveliness on the surface, but privately they were wondering.
Can Lao Village, what kind of sect is this? I have never heard of it. Could it be that all the old seniors who once dominated the world and lived in seclusion after being injured and disabled?
Uh, that is, Li Sheng didn't mention Muye Village, otherwise this group of people in the martial arts world would have guessed what deep mountains and forests he lived in.
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The long gong sounded outside the house, and everyone looked terrified, packed their luggage and stepped out of the tea shed.
The ferry that was picked up has arrived.
Li Sheng held up the oil-paper umbrella and followed the crowd into the rain. Before leaving, Huiyu took the 3,000 taels of silver notes on the table. He originally wanted to draw one out casually, but left a very casual sentence "No need to find it."
But after careful look, all the silver notes were 50 taels, and even the one with the lowest denomination was 50 taels.
One tael of silver costs one stone of rice, one stone of 125 kilograms, one kilogram of rice is 3.16 yuan, fifty taels are about 19,750 yuan for Hyundai, you can buy a high-end graphics card!
Otherwise, what if the brain upgrade made Huiyu smarter? As soon as it was linked to electronic products, the concept of thrift and thrifty housekeeping instantly occupied the high point. He quickly said to the shopkeeper, "Hehe, this is fifty taels, you should make change."
The shopkeeper was so amused and crying, "Daughter, I am a small business, I can't find fifty taels. I'll treat this tea as I'll treat you."
"That won't work, how can I get a free job?"
Huiyu thought about it, threw down the fifty taels of silver notes, and then took away the drawer containing scattered copper plates at the counter.
"What are you doing with so many copper plates?"
Li Sheng's eyes twitched. There was an outsider nearby, so it was hard to use the backpack bar directly. He had to put his hand into his arms, pretend to take out a square scarf from the three-dimensional warehouse, wrap the copper plate, and then turn and look at the ferry.
The national strength of the Ming Dynasty was much stronger than in the real world history, and the tonnage of the folk ferry was even close to that of Zheng He's treasure ship.
There are nine masts and twelve fan, with a majestic body, and there are more than twenty cast cannons and harpoons behind the porthole.
Even if this firepower is put into use in the First Opium War era, it is more than enough to act as a naval ship.
The sailors with a salty smell all over their bodies skillfully lowered the gangway. In addition to the seamen, there were dozens of people from the rivers and lakes standing on the boat - they were ships from the north ferry earlier.
I glanced over and found that it was all acquired and innate, and there were still a few people who could not read the information in the integrated glasses. "Let's go." Li Sheng held an oil-paper umbrella and climbed the gangway with Gray Rain.
(This chapter ends)