"Click"

Who's scared whom? Wang Langjun snatched the yellow bamboo pole in the hands of the clothed man, broke the bamboo pole and threw it into the inlet, and went with the flow.

The face of the man in the cloth twitched and his beard curled.

That's a yellow bamboo that's been growing for 300 years!

One of the few treasures in the world.

It's just gone?

I was distressed to death.

Lost to death.

Gotta accompany.

"Wow"

The man in the cloth beat his chest and pretended to cry, and circled around the gray-robed young man, shouting bitterly: "Boy, have you ever seen a bamboo pole that has grown for three hundred years and only grows to the thickness of a finger?"

I don't understand you just by looking at your face.

It's priceless, hard to find, unique, unique......"

"Stop, isn't that floating in the water, take it yourself.

No matter how annoying it is, I'll squash you and get out of the way. ”

Touching porcelain, blackmailing, looking for pumping? Wang Langjun was stunned for a moment, pointed to the bamboo pole floating in the inlet, and stared at the man in the cloth with sideways eyes and scolded angrily.

Who is this?

Disrespectful for the old.

Don't learn well.

Under-flattened.

If it weren't for the fact that this white-bearded old man was not young, with long thin skin and tender flesh, he couldn't help beating, Wang Langjun really wanted to beat people.

That's not going to be good.

Panicked.

Because Wang Langjun was buried alive last night, before he fell into a coma, he was desperately thinking about rushing out of the grave and killing Di Pu and his gang to avenge his hatred.

It's a pity that Di Pu successfully buried Wang Langjun alive, suffocated and passed out.

It's just that Wang Langjun woke up again and was lying on the edge of the grave, holding an identity token and a gray money bag containing twenty taels of silver.

What's going on?

Scratching your head.

However, on the left side of the mound grew a clump of tree roots, densely packed.

Pretty weird, that's all.

I can't see the appearance of the pothole at all.

This made Wang Langjun puzzled.

Then he held back his stomach and walked to the bay to bathe.

Thinking about the several times yesterday when I struggled with life and death, struggling to death, that feeling, I was so scared that I didn't want it.

When I woke up, the hatred in my heart rose and grew.

I just want to kill the enemy to vent my hatred.

Otherwise, it will suffocate.

Bumping into the old scoundrel...

Murderous, his eyes were like knives, the man in the cloth saw clearly, went around behind Wang Langjun and pretended to fall, stretched out his hand to hug Wang Langjun's waistline, and shouted unrelentingly: "Ah, you still want to kill people after breaking the old treasure rod?"

Kill, the old decay will let you kill.

If you kill the old decay, you will die.

The old decay has lived a long time, and the loess is buried in the neck.

It is not a loss to pull you on the back of the pad.

If you kill it, you will pay for the old treasure rod? ”

"What treasure rod?

It was clearly an ordinary bamboo pole, and it broke as soon as it was broken.

This is the characteristic of ordinary bamboo poles.

It's not a treasure pole at all. ”

Old bastard, scoundrel, Wang Langjun twisted his waist and didn't get rid of the clothed man, and scolded him angrily.

If it weren't for the fear of killing people, it would pay for life.

In particular, if you kill people in the aristocracy, you will become a wanted criminal in the government.

Hiding everywhere, living a life of being hunted down and killed by officers and soldiers.

God knows which day he will die?

forced the person who couldn't kill the person in the clothes to get into a life lawsuit, Wang Langjun had already started to kill.

Including yesterday, Wang Langjun did not torture and kill the people in Dijiazhuang, all of them took care of their own safety, and they were forced to kill them out of desperation.

Otherwise, I don't mind killing one more old scoundrel here.

That's the breath... The man in the cloth put his face on the young man's back and sniffed violently, then let go of Wang Langjun's hands in his arms, walked to the side of the convex stone and pulled up a silk thread.

"Hiss"

Silver wire is like a shuttle, threading the needle.

Out of the water waves, stretched out.

In an instant, he straightened the silk thread attached to the yellow bamboo pole that had drifted with the wave to three zhang away, and hissed and dragged the bamboo pole out of the water.

Flying back and grabbing it in his hand, the man in the cloth raised the broken yellow bamboo pole and said angrily: "If you don't believe that this is a treasure bamboo pole, then go to Dijiazhuang to find a knife to cut the bamboo pole and test it..."

"Go to Dijiazhuang to borrow a knife?

Are you borrowing a knife to kill someone, or are you from Dijiazhuang? ”

Looking for death? Wang Langjun was stunned for a moment, and scolded with a cold face.

Which pot is not opened?

I'm worried that I can't get into Dijiazhuang, isn't it okay to catch up with this old man...

Murderous, the man in the cloth was slightly startled, held a bamboo pole on Wang Langjun's left shoulder, and said angrily: "Who is the Di family?"

Still borrowing a knife to kill people, as for it?

Kill whom, kill you?

Don't even think about it, there's no way to die.

Unless you are still old and a treasure bamboo pole, love will not die..."

"Damn, you old scoundrel climb the pole, don't you?

Try it again, if you open your mouth, I'll strangle you if you open your mouth? ”

Bastard, Wang Langjun glared at the old scoundrel angrily, and reached out to try to scold the old scoundrel.

The people in the clothes were fearless, and Wang Langjun was angry.

What's up? The man in the cloth took a step forward, stared at Wang Langjun slightly, and said angrily: "Come, you try to strangle the old decay?"

Do you want to call people to come and watch?

Let people watch you strangle old decay?

How beautiful is that? ”

"Let's go, go to the scenery of Dijiazhuang."

If you don't do it happily, Wang Langjun has no way to take the old scoundrel, raises his hand and pulls the old scoundrel's arm, and trots all the way to the south gate of Dijiazhuang.

Looking at the vermilion gate from afar, the golden plaque of Dijiazhuang is hanging.

With the corner of the palace feather building to shelter from the wind and rain, reflecting the golden rays of the rising sun.

Combined with red walls and green tiles, it stretches left and right for several miles.

It's really a big family, and it's magnanimous.

Approaching the south gate in the middle of the southeast wall, he ushered in a burst of exclamations: "Look, the flower thief is coming..."

"Ah, it's him, quick, go tell the old lady..."

"Old lady, no, the flower thief is here......"

The guards guarding the door shouted.

Shrimp, flower thief?

Looking for the dead, right? Wang Langjun has a black line, what's the situation?

The thief shouts to catch the thief, right?

It's a sham...

Interesting, the man in the clothes looked at the young man strangely and said, "Hehe, the old man knows that you are not a good person."

How's it going, it's revealed, right?

You said that you are young, what are you doing badly, you want to steal other people's daughters..."

"Shut up, if you want to steal, steal your daughter.

What to watch? Do you know what it's like for me to be framed by the people in Dijiazhuang?

The taste of slaughter, you know? ”

Damn, Wang Langjun was angry, and shouted angrily at the old scoundrel.

This is not very good, no, very good, the man in the cloth looked at Wang Langjun playfully, touched his white beard and said: "The old man doesn't understand, anyway, the old man has no daughter."

I'm not afraid of the thief, I'm afraid that the thief won't return the old bamboo pole..."

"Damn, are you finished?"

Or kill ... Wang Langjun was furious, moved to kill, and scolded loudly, but saw Di Kui hurrying to the gate with a group of people.

Di Kui saw the man in the cloth change his face for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to say hello, but was interrupted by the man in the cloth: "Then who, take a knife to use?" ”

"Ah, give, quick, send a knife over..."

What kind of trick is this old way? Dikyu was suspicious, but he didn't dare to refute the clothed man, and beckoned the servant to send a knife over.

The servant held up the waist knife with both hands, bowed his head and raised it above his head, and sent it to the person in front of the clothed man to offer the waist knife.

The man in the cloth did not take the knife, but casually threw down the yellow bamboo pole broken into two sections and said, "Cut the bamboo pole hard."

What are you doing in a daze, chop. ”

The five big and three coarse slaves didn't dare to move, turned their heads to see the master nodding, turned around and waved their knives over the top, and slashed at the bamboo poles that fell to the ground.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Three knives in a row, all in one go.

But the knife cuts the bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole is fine, but the waist knife is curled.

A group of people were dumbfounded, what kind of bamboo pole is this?

Harder than a waist knife?

"Whoosh"

Funny, the man in the cloth snatched the waist knife in the slave's hand, threw it to the young man and said, "You try to cut two knives, is this a treasure bamboo?"

Is it worth a million taels of gold..."

"Damn..."

The old scoundrel didn't tell a lie, but... Wang Langjun took the waist knife and stood in place awkwardly, finishing the calf.

How can I pay for bamboo poles if I don't have money?