Martial Cultivator Chapter 241: Roshan Taisui
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Wang An remained calm and found a table to sit down with Zhang Xiu.
The teahouse waiter came over with a pot of tea, squatted the steaming teapot on the table, and greeted Zhang Xiu: "Captain Zhang, are you coming to have tea?
The shopkeeper said that today’s tea will be free of charge for you.
Do you want to order anything else? ”
Zhang Xiu looked at Wang An and saw that Zhang An shook his head, then he smiled at the teahouse clerk and said, "No, I'm just here to have a bowl of tea with my friends. I'll have other things to do later.
Xiao Wu, go and do your work.
Thank you shopkeeper for the tea for me. ”
"Okay!
You drink slowly, I'm busy! ”
The waiter felt relaxed and happy. He nodded repeatedly after hearing the words, poured tea for the two of them with a smile, and went to work elsewhere.
This small town teahouse cannot provide very good tea.
The taste of tea is naturally not much better.
There are even "old tea" in some teahouses for those poor and discerning guests.
The so-called "old tea" is to continue brewing tea with tea leaves that have been brewed several times yesterday. It is called old tea.
This kind of tea no longer has much tea aroma, and is slightly bitter, which can slightly suppress the strange smell of the white water itself.
Wang An took a sip of tea silently, and the undisguised conversations of several practitioners at the table next to him reached his ears.
“Today, the corpse of a raccoon demon was hung on the archway in this town. There was also a sign on the corpse, which said that the raccoon demon committed adultery and intended to **** the people of Luliu Town, so he was killed.
The other two raccoon demons who committed the crime with his gang have been castrated.
The signature is Zhou Chang walking in Shenhua Mansion.
I have heard of the Shenhua Mansion, which is an institution for Shangguo that specializes in controlling demons in the northern and southern counties to cause chaos and infringe on the people.
However, the masters of the Shenhua Mansion in Beijun have all hanged themselves, and there is no power in the Shenhua Mansion in Beijun.
The one who took action might be Nanjun Shenhua Mansion, which was gaining momentum.
Nanjun Shenhua Mansion has reached out to North County - they may not have the intention of using Luliu Town as a base to spread their reputation to North County. ”
The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe, who seemed to know a lot about Nanjun Shenhua Mansion.
Wang An listened to what he said and glanced at him calmly.
I thought to myself that what I had done had some effect.
As long as it stirs up waves and attracts attention, it's a good thing.
As for frightening practitioners and monsters, it is difficult to achieve overnight and needs to be done slowly.
“The Nanjun Shenhua Mansion is now so powerful that it has suppressed the Nanjun Mansion Yamen Worship Courtyard.
It is said that the name of their palace owner is Wang An, who successively killed several worshipers in the enshrinement courtyard, and even held a public trial. This incident completely established the prestige of Nanjun Shenhua Palace in the hearts of the people everywhere.
Tsk...
Now it seems that there are so many people who worship those who are practicing in public practice and commit crimes.
The master of Nanjun Shenhua Mansion almost killed everyone in the enshrinement courtyard! "Another fat man picked up a fennel bean and ate it, shaking his head.
There was also a young man carrying a long package who said in a low voice: "We have nothing to do with the people of Luliu Town, and Shenhua Mansion will not deliberately seek our misfortune.
After all, this matter should worry those practitioners who have practiced some Dharma and feel that they are transcendent from ordinary people and dominate the common people. ”
Wang An nodded secretly.
If most practitioners are like what the guests at this table say, there is no need for me to separate from Master Xuanbei, Mo Yun and the others. I can just drink and eat meat together and wait for the official opening of the ruins of the Great Zen Temple. .
Unfortunately, the reality is exactly the opposite of what this table guest said.
“Say less things you shouldn’t say.”
The middle-aged scribe frowned when he heard what the young man carrying the package said, and whispered a reminder.
The young man carrying the parcel nodded slightly: "I know, dad..."
Before he finished speaking, an unknown object dragged a blurry afterimage and smashed straight at him!
As this mass of things came together, there were also shouts and curses coming from upstairs: "Little bastard!"
Phew!
The object was about to hit the young man in the bag on the face. The middle-aged scribe beside him raised his eyebrows and suddenly flicked his sleeves. A metal-like fan flew out of his sleeves, and a strong wind blew across it. That lump of material was twisted into pieces in an instant!
Bone fragments are scattered everywhere!
What the person upstairs threw over was a stick with clean bones!
The young man carrying the package reacted at this time. He looked at the stubble on the ground for a while, then looked upstairs with a red face, filled with righteous indignation: "I have no enmity with you, why did you attack me?!"
The fat man opposite him also stood up suddenly, staring fiercely at the person upstairs, as if he would fight if he disagreed.
The middle-aged scribe put away his folding fan with a swishing sound, his eyes filled with anger.
But when he saw the people taking action upstairs, he suddenly restrained his anger and looked a little embarrassed.
Wang An also looked sideways upstairs.
The man who left the bone stick upstairs was a fat man like a mountain of meat. His complexion was gray, and his face was surrounded by sarcoma-like muscles. His hair was as long as a steel needle and was scattered casually. When he heard the young man He asked, gnawed away a meat bone in a few mouthfuls, and threw it at the young man again!
"Little bastard!"
"I'm going to beat you!"
This time the young man carrying the package was on guard, and he immediately used the magic weapon to smash the flesh and bones that hit him.
His father stretched out his hand and pulled him behind him to avoid the fleshy bone.
Let it fall at his feet, making a dent in the ground.
"Dad!"
The young man carrying the parcel spoke angrily.
After only uttering one word, the middle-aged scribe turned over his hand and took out a token and waved it in front of him. Suddenly, it was difficult for him to make a sound anymore.
After doing this, the middle-aged scribe was sweating on his forehead. He bowed to the mountain-like existence upstairs and said with an apologetic smile: "The fact today is that Quanzi made an unspoken statement and offended you. Please forgive me." Sin.
I apologize to you. ”
The middle-aged scribe solemnly bowed to the existence of Roshan.
Seeing this, the existence of Roshan also stopped gnawing bones, looked at the three of them, and said with a golden tone: "You, the father, are more sensible than the sons.
If some words are left in the past, you will just say it, and I won't care.
But today is very unfortunate. The raccoon demons you are talking about are some of my little brothers. I can't ignore them.
So be it. ”
The existence of Roshan paused, and then said: "You three, go and collect the body of my dead little brother, wrap it in sackcloth and show mourning, and let today's matter be over."
Wrap a beast in sackcloth and show mourning?
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The eyes of the young man carrying a backpack and his fat companion instantly turned as red as blood!
Even if they said something wrong, wouldn't it be insulting to apologize by asking someone to wrap sackcloth on an animal and show mourning? !
The two of them were filled with rage!
The middle-aged scribe was also stunned for a long time, wondering if he had heard wrongly what Roshan said.
At this time, two figures walked into the teahouse. When they looked up, they saw the presence of Roshan upstairs. They howled like mourning and went straight upstairs: "Grandpa Tai Sui!
We suffered a lot last night! ”
"My brother is dead too!"
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