"If the Six-fingered Black Man dies, then the Mo family will become useless."
Thinking of this, Qin Xiu laughed and asked:
"Is there any movement at the farmhouse?"
If nothing else happens,
The six-fingered black man of the Mohist family is the six-soul terror curse.
All over the world,
Except for the Yin Yang family and the land gods, no one can save the Six-Fingered Black Man. Of course, Qin Xiu's Xiu Yuan Bao Dan can also save the Six-fingered Black Man, but he will not save these rebellious people.
After the death of the Six-fingered Black Man,
The Mohist family will also fade away, so there is no need to worry about it, and they will no longer be able to threaten the Qin Empire.
On the contrary, it is a bit tricky for farmers.
If Qin Xiu remembers correctly,
There are many masters in the farmer's family, including masters of martial arts, Zhixuan realm, and even Celestial realm. They are a powerful force that cannot be underestimated!
Liu Zhengfeng said to Qin Xiu:
"God of Guns, among the hundreds of schools of thought, the peasant disciples are the largest, numbering in the millions, and there are also many master farmers,"
"It is said that Tian Guang, the hero of the peasant family, is a peerless master in the Zhixuan realm. In addition, there are six elders in the peasant family. Their cultivation is no worse than Tian Guang. I heard that they can also use a terrifying formation!"
"Well, it's the Farmer Dize Twenty West Formation."
Qin Xiu said calmly.
Liu Zhengfeng nodded repeatedly and said:
"Yes! It's the Dize Twenty-West Formation!"
"It is said that this formation was jointly arranged by the six elders. It is so powerful that no one has been able to break it for thousands of years. It is the farmer's sect-suppressing formation! It is absolutely terrifying!"
"No one can break it? That's not necessarily the case."
Qin Xiu's eyes flashed with sparkle and fighting spirit.
The innate Qiankun Kung Fu he practiced is a technique that surpasses the level of land gods.
As long as you cultivate to a high enough level,
Not to mention Di Ze Ershi, he was confident that he could break even the most powerful formation.
Liu Zhengfeng was stunned and asked:
"God of Guns, are you going to...challenge the Dize 20th Formation?"
That was the Dize Twenty West Formation, the invincible sect-suppressing formation of the peasant family. I am afraid that only a being like the Gunslinger would dare to challenge it. Other masters would only end up being crushed by the formation.
"I have this plan, but don't rush it. We'll talk about it later."
When Qin Xiu came to Huaiyin this time, he was actually just passing by. He stopped by to see Liu Zhengfeng and simply obtain some information about the world.
He will leave for Xianyang tomorrow,
Returning to the palace as the Ninth Young Master, after all, I haven’t seen my father for a long time.
So don’t be in a hurry before taking on the challenge.
"Well, although Diza Ershixi is powerful, I believe that the Gunslinger will be able to defeat him with one shot!"
"Okay, stop flattering, let's go eat."
"I've ordered a table of meals at the VIP building in the city, just in time to catch you up. Please come with me."
"You lead the way."
Qin Xiu and Liu Zhengfeng came to the VIP Building.
The VIP building is built by the river, where you can enjoy delicious food and watch the small bridge flowing over the water. There are beauties singing and dancing in the restaurant.
The life of a dignitary is such an enjoyment.
"God of Guns, I have something I want to talk about."
In the elegant room of the restaurant, after three drinks, Liu Zhengfeng said.
Qin Xiu asked calmly:
"What's up?"
"You also know that the villain was born in the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Now Zuo Lengchan is no longer there, and Yue Buqun is no longer here. The Five Mountains Sword Sect is leaderless. The disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect are very bullied in the world. My Tianlong Bayin is slightly successful. , boldly wants to integrate the Five Mountains Sword Sect."
Liu Zhengfeng said boldly.
Qin Xiu pondered and asked him:
"You want to integrate the Five Mountains Sword Sect? Aren't you afraid that it will affect your ability to play the piano and flute?"
"Of course I can't delay playing the piano and flute, but I don't want to see my disciples being bullied. How can I bear this?"
Liu Zhengfeng was heartbroken and heartbroken.
Master Dingyi is dead, Zuo Lengchan is dead, Yue Buqun is dead, Feng Qingyang is dead... Today's Wuyue Sword Sect has been completely reduced to a piece of loose sand, and its disciples are being bullied by the gangsters.
Hengshan disciples approached Liu Zhengfeng and asked him to take charge of the overall situation. He agreed immediately and now wanted to seek Qin Xiu's consent.
"This is your own business, just take care of it yourself."
"Thank you, Gunslinger! Then I'll give you another toast!"
When Qin Xiu agreed, Liu Zhengfeng was overjoyed and drank it all in one gulp.
Qin Xiu did not stop Liu Zhengfeng from integrating the Five Mountains Sword Sect. After all, Liu Zhengfeng obeyed his words. If he controlled the Five Mountains Sword Sect, he would be in control of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and it would be very convenient for him to do things in the future.
Liu Zhengfeng took out the jade flute and said with a smile:
"God of Guns, I will play a song for you to cheer you up."
"good."
Qin Xiu drank fine wine and listened to the beautiful sound of Xiao, enjoying himself leisurely and happily. He tapped his fingers on the table with the rhythm and looked out the window at the small bridge and flowing water, which had a unique flavor.
The river outside the window.
A down-and-out scholar, holding a fishing rod and hungry, was fishing by the river, waiting to be cooked.
The scholar had a sallow complexion and was obviously hungry for many days.
Next to him, an old woman was doing laundry.
Seeing that the poor scholar was pitiful, the old woman hadn't caught a single fish all morning. She was probably going to be hungry again today, so she took out a steamed bun from her arms and said to the poor scholar:
"Han Xin, there is some dry food here, you haven't eaten in a few days, please take it and eat it."
And heard what the old woman said.
The down-and-out scholar was very embarrassed, but he still skillfully picked up the steamed buns and wolfed them down. While eating, he said:
"Auntie, Han Xin will never forget your kindness to Han Xin. When I become a general, I will repay you ten times and a hundred times!"
"Hopefully one day."
The old woman shook her head, indifferent.
Every time she gave Han Xin food, Han Xin would say these words. She had been used to hearing them for a long time, and now she didn't believe them.
Plop! !
Suddenly, a stone was thrown into the river.
Water splashed to the west, and Han Xin's face was covered with water.
Han Xin immediately stood up, glared at the man who threw the stone, and recognized that this man was a bully. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he had to hold the steamed bun in his mouth, put away the fishing rod and other items, and planned to leave the place.
But he just took two steps.
The little bully stood in the middle of the road, stopped Han Xin, and laughed:
"Han Xin, you are so poor that you can't even afford food, and you brag all day long about becoming a general and will repay your kindness tenfold or a hundredfold when you come back. I think you are just a waste who cheats on you!"
The little bully was a son of an official and often bullied Han Xin.
Han Xin had no backer, so he would take a detour every time he saw him. Listening to him calling himself a waste, Han Xin immediately said:
"I'm not a waste, please get out of the way."
The little bully did not give way, but continued to laugh:
"Han Xin, you carry a broken sword on your back all day, do you really think you are a master of martial arts? If you want to walk through here today, you must either draw your sword and kill me, or you can get under my crotch. There are two ways. You can only choose one!”
As he spoke, he raised one leg to reveal the open space under his crotch.
"You go too far..."
Han Xin gritted his silver teeth and clenched his fists.
Hearing their quarrel, the neighbors came over to watch.
"Everyone, come and see, the little bully is bullying people again."
"This Han Xin is so lazy that he still dares to provoke the bully? His uncle is the county guard!"
"Now there's something good to watch."
"The little bully is a bit too bullying and humiliating."
"Poor people must be hateful. Why doesn't the little bully bully others? Why does he bully Han Xin? It's only his own fault."
"If you can't make big money, you won't hesitate to make small money. If the washerwoman hadn't brought steamed buns every day, Han Xin would have starved to death."
"Do you think Han Xin will draw his sword? Or will he stick it through his crotch?"
"If it really gets through the crotch of the little bully, then he will no longer have the shame to be a human being. He might as well just pee and drown."
"Yes! Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!"
The neighbors talked a lot about Han Xin. Some people thought it was all his fault, while others said they would not take advantage of the bully and would rather fight the bully to the death.
"Huh? Han Xin?"
Above the restaurant, Qin Xiu saw everything happening on the street outside the window.
It surprised me that.
I came to a restaurant for a meal and unexpectedly met Han Xin.
Moreover, the famous historical scene of crotch humiliation is also being staged.
Right now, on the street.
"Han Xin, let me tell you one last time. If you want to walk past this, you must either draw your sword and kill me, or you can crawl under my crotch. Do you understand?!"
The little bully gradually lost his patience.
There were people all over the bridge, under the bridge, and on both sides of the river. Even the windows of the restaurant were full of people. People were all looking at Han Xin, waiting to see what he would do.
Give birth while kneeling?
Or die standing?
This is indeed a problem.
