Ye Qingxuan then sighed, and said: "It's a pity that none of the brothers who really reassured us are around now. If we go to contact them, it will waste time in vain. It's better for you and me to work separately. You are open and we are secretly, and use thunderous means. Kill the enemies one by one."
"This is the best way, come here happily!" Monk Ruhua said excitedly.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at Monk Ruhua's shiny bald head, sighed and said, "Oh, I regret that you shaved your head now. If you had hair, it would be better to put on makeup."
Monk Ruhua touched his head, a little confused.
Since the grievances with the enemy cannot be resolved, they must be quickly removed by means of thunder. This is also one of the survival rules that Ye Qingxuan and others learned in the "Wulin Holy Land".
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Three days later.
Beisen City, the capital of Yongzhou.
Outside the headquarters of the newly built sub-helm in Motianling, the team for recruiting disciples lined up a few streets away.
In this age of fighting for power, regardless of whether a sect is black or white, as long as it has a prospect of development, it is enough to attract the attention of warriors. The strength of Motianling in the past two years has undoubtedly attracted the wicked and idlers in society. With the thought of getting ahead, they flocked to the street. The whole street was full of people and voices. The arrogant and domineering shouts made the residents of several surrounding streets afraid to go out.
Among the crowd, a thin man with a height of just over 160 centimeters curled up, holding a package, and looked around with some fear. His thin figure, about twenty years old, was tanned by the sun. His bronze-colored skin is like that of a farmer who has been cultivating the fields all year round. He has the feeling of shrinking when he has just entered the county and has never seen the world, and his eyes are frightened.
The surrounding tall men with fierce eyes all gave him contempt and disdain. The two big men in front of him and behind him deliberately bumped into each other from time to time, pushing him so that he was in a mess.
"Damn it, where did the villager come from, and he also wants to join Motianling for a meal? Bah—"
A big fat man next to him cursed and spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm. The thin man backed away half a step in fright, and nodded to the big man in amazement to apologize, as if he had done something wrong. .
The surrounding crowd immediately responded with ridicule, but the man was even more frightened, and quickly wiped his sweat with the package in his hand to cover up his timidity.
呲—
The big man turned around contemptuously, as if bullying such a person would be a waste of his worth.
The street where the Motianling Beisen sub-helm is located is a wide road. Although it is full of people, there are subordinates in the sub-rudder coming in and out here from time to time. Almost all Motianling's subordinates are burly A tough man, neatly dressed in black, with a bright red belt, carrying a knife and a sword, with a murderous look. Everyone has a waist card hanging on their waist to show their identity.
At this time, at the corner of the street, a short old man slowly turned back, his already short stature was a little hunched, which made him look even more humble, walking slowly among the crowded crowd.
No one seemed to have noticed the little old man, but the thin man with a cowardly expression lit up in his eyes, and a strange look flashed across his eyes for a moment.
From the morning to the afternoon, all the big guys were hungry and their stomachs were growling. Just when everyone was hungry, this honest and cowardly man took out a big steamed bun from the package, and there was no one to drink. Just choke on it.
"Huh? Do you have something to eat?"
The eyes of several big men before and after immediately lit up, and they noticed the steamed bun in this honest man's hand.
The thin man froze for a moment, then nodded numbly.
"Bring it!"
The fat man in front of him snatched the package from the thin man's hand, ignored the man's resistance, and opened it to look at it...
"Yeah, everything is ready!" After an exclamation, the fat man dug out a lot of good things from it.
It turned out that in addition to the change of clothes, there were not only steamed buns, eggs, but also two large pears in the package...
"Okay, it's your honor to Lao Tzu."
Throwing the package back casually, the fat man immediately started to chew on the steamed buns...
"No, no, this is my dry food for three days..." The thin and thin man came up and snatched it. The fat and big man was angry, and he slapped his hand back with a slap. Mi Yuan dropped half of the steamed bun in his hand to the ground, and there was a burst of wanton laughter behind him.
"Hahaha, you fucking wretch, you're still here to be a hero in Motianling, get out of here..."
"That's right, that's right... Which of the men here doesn't have a few lives on them, just this trash, I'm afraid I haven't even killed a chicken..."
"With such a strong body, I'm afraid I will be chased and killed by chickens..."
"Hahaha… "
Coincidentally, the thin man just landed in front of the old man, blocking his way, and several objects were exposed in the scattered package, which made the frowning old man's eyes brighten, and he looked down. The body picked up one of the items, but it was an ordinary woodworking plane...
The thin man clutched his swollen cheeks and got up, ignoring the pain, and picked up the scattered clothes and utensils on the ground, looking unlucky and sighing.
The little old man came forward with a plane in his hand, and asked softly, "Brother, is this yours?"
The thin young man was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw a little old man who was much shorter than himself, he quickly stood up and replied: "If you go back to the old man, it belongs to the boy."
"Do you know carpentry?"
"I'm Murakami's carpenter..."
The little old man frowned and said: "If you don't do a good carpenter, why do you have to do this job of licking blood with a knife?"
The skinny young man gave a mocking smile, and before he could answer, the fat man in the crowd rushed to ridicule him, "I'm afraid I want to try to plan people with a plane!"
Hahaha…
The crowd laughed again.
A trace of dissatisfaction suddenly appeared in the little old man's eyes, and he gave the fat man a cold look.
The big fat man was laughing vigorously when he was suddenly stared at by the unattractive little old man. He felt a chill in his heart for no reason. After being startled suddenly, he flew into a rage and jumped out of the crowd to curse: "You What are you looking at, a bad old man, be careful that I will dig out your eyeballs to drink... "
The little old man said coldly this time: "Noisy!"
call-
A figure flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and there was a strange sound, and then...
ah! —
The screams suddenly startled, and everyone was stunned, only to see that the entire face of the fat man who was arrogant and domineering just now had been flattened, and the nose disappeared completely, leaving only two dark holes. Blood stained, lying on the ground and howling...
And when the old man disappeared in a flash, and then reappeared, a piece of bloody human skin was left on the plane in his hand!
In a flash just now, this unattractive little old man actually used a plane to cut off the fat man's face, the method was extremely cruel...
The crowd that was still clamoring suddenly became silent, and those who were a little closer took a few steps back in fear. Everyone finally knew that the little old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.
"I'll give you back this thing... Hehe, it turns out that it feels pretty good to plan people with a plane..."
The little old man said lightly, and casually threw the plane back to the thin young man.
The thin young man turned pale with fright, and when he received the plane, his whole body went limp, and he sat down on the ground directly.
At this time, the riots here also attracted the attention of the motianling rudder gang, and a dozen or so people rushed out and surrounded the place. One of them, who looked like a little boss, shouted: , who is so ignorant of the rules, dare to make trouble at the door of Motianling Beisen sub-rudder? Are you impatient?"
As soon as the little boss came out, he suddenly saw the little old man with cold eyes. He was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and half-kneeled on the ground and said: "My subordinate Wang Biao has seen Vice Captain Huang. I don't know you are here all the time. How offensive, please forgive me.”
This unremarkable little old man turned out to be Huang Kui, the sub-pilot of the sub-pilot here, "Sai Huo Monkey".
This "Monkey Race" Huang Kui had a good reputation in his early years. He used to kill his whole family because of trivial matters. He used ruthless means to run rampant in the underworld for decades and offended many fellow martial artists. In the end, when he had nowhere to go, he fled to Motianling. Now he can be regarded as an old man in Motianling, and he is also highly valued. He was stationed in Beisen City and became the deputy helmsman here.
Hearing that this little old man turned out to be Huang Kui, the notorious "Sporting Monkey", the crowd who came to the scene were immediately frightened into silence. Crouching on the ground, trembling all over, the only thing that can still make a sound is the fat man whose face was cut off, still wailing on the ground.
Huang Kui frowned, and said angrily, "Why don't you get rid of this noisy pig?"
The little boss Wang Biao hurriedly responded, got up and led his subordinates to carry the fat man away immediately.
Everyone understood that this unlucky guy might not see the sun again tomorrow.
Waved his hands to repel his subordinates, and looked at the thin young man prostrated on the ground. With a slight look of disdain in his eyes, "Sai Huo Monkey" Huang Kui asked plainly: "Since you know how to carpentry, come with me. What about you?" It's impossible for me to be my motianling's helper, but there are many broken tables and chairs in my rudder, if you can repair them skillfully, you can stay and be a carpenter... "
After speaking, he led the thin young man into the Beisen sub-rudder calmly.
As Huang Kui walked, he asked seemingly casually: "You haven't answered what I said just now... Why don't you be a good carpenter, boy, but why do you want to mess around in this world? Are you not afraid of death?"
The thin young man hurriedly replied: "As for the master, uh, I want to stand out..."
"You're lying!" Huang Kui turned his head suddenly, looked at the thin young man and shouted angrily.