The night passed quietly.

The next day, when Yang Shouwen woke up, he felt that his voice was hoarse.

Last night, I talked about three dozen white bone spirits, and seeing that the two little girls were getting more and more energetic, Yang Shouwen really couldn't hold it anymore.

Finally put the two little girls to sleep, he returned to the meditation room, and slept until dawn.

It's just that I didn't expect that after dawn, it rained in Hugu Mountain......

The entire Hugu Mountain seems to be shrouded in a white mist, and the mountains in the distance give people an unreal feeling.

Yang incense Maitreya was given early in the morning, and then began the day's work.

The Song family came to the meditation room to take care of Yang Qingnu. Seeing that although Yang Qingnu was still a little sluggish, but after being significantly better than yesterday, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that she was no longer as nervous as yesterday.

Yang Shouwen sat on the meditation bed, staring blankly at the oil-paper bag in front of him.

He reached out and tried to open the paper bag, but his hand had already touched the paper bag, and he retracted his hand again.

A voice echoes in my head: turn it on, turn it on!

But Yang Shouwen has an intuition: once this oil paper bag is opened, there will inevitably be a bloody storm.

So far, because of this oil paper bag, a lot of people have died. Including the fake fang that used to live here, and the assassin fang who died at the hands of Yang Shouwen. The monks of the Little Maitreya Temple, Jueming, plus the assassins who were killed in the sneak attack on the county government, added up to seven or eight lives. A small oiled paper bag, but stained with the blood of so many people. Yang Shouwen would not be naïve to think that the contents of this oil paper bag would be inconsequential items.

But the more this is the case, the more curious Yang Shouwen becomes.

What secrets did he hide with all the effort to find?

Why are so many people dying for it...... This must be very important.

Curiosity made Yang Shouwen feel like he was scratching his lungs, he raised his hand, put it down again, and raised his hand again.

Several times in a row, Yang Shouwen finally made up his mind and put his hand on the oiled paper bag. He took a deep breath and was about to open it when he heard a knock on the door outside.

"Who?"

"Brother son, it's a young mother!" The young lady's voice came from outside the door, "A-Niang made breakfast and asked if you want to eat it?" ”

"Oh, eat!"

Yang Shouwen hurriedly replied, and then exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

He carefully wrapped the oiled paper bag in a piece of cloth and put it in his leather bag.

I'm afraid this thing is just Pandora's box, and if it is opened, God knows what kind of bloody storm it will cause.

It's better to wait for Daddy to come and open it with him.

Yang Shouwen was very worried that the secret hidden in it would bring him death.

Put things away and tie them around your waist. Yang Shouwen took out a white robe and draped it outside, and then walked out of the meditation room.

The rain is pouring and dripping.

The square outside the Daxiong Hall was wet with rain.

Yang Shouwen finished breakfast and sat on the threshold of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the square, Yang Jasmine was holding a pair of laundry mallets and playing happily.

Although the rain was a bit heavy, it didn't affect his mood in the slightest. The pair of laundry hammers flew up and down, whirring, and from time to time accompanied by Yang Jasmine's roar.

Yang Shouwen looked at it for a while, and suddenly became interested.

"Jasmine!"

"Jasmine Yang!"

"Ah Lang, what are you doing?"

Yang Jasmine put away the double hammer, her whole body was wet, and she looked a little embarrassed. But he was obviously very happy and came to Yang Shouwen with a smirk.

"Let's try?"

"Okay."

Yang Jasmine replied very simply, but after the words came out, he showed embarrassment again, and said softly: "Ah Lang, Yang Jasmine has a lot of strength, will it hurt you?" ”

Yo, my temper!

Yang Shouwen just wanted to have fun, but Yang Jasmine's words suddenly made him feel energetic.

"Yang Jasmine, let me tell you, Ah Lang has fought in his life, and he has never lost anyone.

I'd like to see how much strength you have...... Let's say it first, if you lose, don't run to cry. ”

Yang Jasmine's eyes widened when she heard this.

"Whoever cries his nose is Bodhi."

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

Yang Shouwen suddenly came to his senses, and ran back to the room to get the Tiger Swallowing Gun.

"Son, what are you doing?"

When Song went out, he happened to see Yang Shouwen walking out of the room with a gun, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

"A-Niang, I'm competing with Yang Jasmine."

Before the words fell, a small head poked out from the meditation room behind Song.

"Brother Son-in-law is going to fight with Brother Jasmine!"

"Fighting? I'm going to watch, I'm going to watch Big Brother and Jasmine fight. ”

The meditation room suddenly became lively, Yang Qingnu, who had just recovered a little spirit, and the eager little young lady all let out cheers. Even Yang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the movement and ran out of the kitchen in confusion.

Yang Shouwen came to the square with a gun, while the Song family helped Yang Qingnu and sat side by side with the young lady on the threshold of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Bodhi was with four puppies, barking in high spirits, and seemed to be in high spirits.

"Ah Lang, do you really want to fight?"

"Of course."

After Yang Shouwen stood still, the big gun was horizontal in front of him.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he saw that Yang Jasmine had already rushed to him.

Jasmine Yang is tall and fat, but her body is very flexible. The double mallets were raised high, and they smashed at Yang Shouwen with a snort. The moment the pair of mallets danced, Yang Shouwen could clearly feel that the raindrops on his face suddenly became rapid.

With a frown, he hurriedly raised his gun to meet him.

Clang!

The guns and mallets fought, and Yang Shouwen only felt a huge force coming.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tiger Swallow in his hand was known to a famous expert, and the toughness of the gun was extremely strong, Yang Jasmine's shot would be enough to break the Tiger Swallow.

"Good mallet!"

Yang Shouwen's figure was slightly shorter, and then he suddenly pushed the big gun outward, breaking Yang Jasmine's laundry mallet.

But before he could stabilize his figure, Yang Jasmine swept through the thousands of troops with a mallet in her right hand.

Yang Shouwen hurriedly staggered, his figure flashed, and the big gun was erected to block Yang Jasmine's mallet again.

"Smash your head."

Yang Jasmine roared, and the laundry mallet flew like a wheel, and the head and face were beaten. Rao is Yang Shouwen's marksmanship is superb, and in the face of Yang Jasmine's undisciplined attack, but he can't dodge at all, he can only block and parry in embarrassment.

"Son, be careful."

"Brother son, come on, kill Yang Jasmine."

"Come on, big brother, don't be defeated by Yang Jasmine."

Although Yang did not shout on the side, his face also showed nervousness.

Yang Shouwen tried his best to block it, and gradually noticed that Yang Jasmine's speed and strength were beginning to weaken, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jasmine's round of wild fighting just now really didn't have any tricks.

But his strength, coupled with his speed, is estimated that not many people can withstand more than a dozen hammers. Yang Shouwen saw that Yang Jasmine had begun to exhaust his strength, and he was overjoyed, his body suddenly retreated, the big gun fluttered and trembled, and the shadow of the gun turned into a counterattack. But at this moment, Yang Jasmine suddenly retreated more than a dozen steps in a row.

He gasped and lowered the gavel to the ground.

"Jasmine Yang, what are you doing?"

"Ah Lang, I'm tired and need to rest."

Yang Shouwen suddenly had a feeling of a dog in the middle of the day, staggered under his feet, and stared at Yang Jasmine speechless for a long time.

And the young lady and Yang Qingnu, who were watching the battle, were stunned at first after hearing Yang Jasmine's answer, and then couldn't help laughing. The young lady slipped straight from the threshold to the ground, clutching her stomach and laughing; And the green slave is even more exaggerated, falling directly from the threshold. Laughing in the hall of the Mahavira. The Song family and the Yang family can't help but laugh.

"Are you tired and want to rest?"

Yang Jasmine nodded very solemnly, "Yes, take a break, let's fight again." ”

"Then accounting, I was beaten by you in vain just now?"

Yang Jasmine scratched her bald head, showing a blank look and said: "Ah Lang is already very powerful, in Guzhu, few people can resist my attack just now." Well, basically when I play a round, no one will stand anymore. Ah Lang can still stand, which shows that Ah Lang is very powerful. So Yang Jasmine wants to rest, and after she has enough strength, she will fight with Ah Lang. ”

Originally, Yang Jasmine was a typical Turkic hairstyle, with braided hair.

But later, after following Yang Chenglie to Changping, Yang Chenglie saw that his hairstyle was not pleasing to the eye, so he shaved his head.

Yang Shouwen didn't know what to say!

He gritted his teeth, listened to the young lady's laughter with schadenfreude, and roared angrily: "If you say you don't fight, you won't fight, when you get to the battlefield, who cares if you're tired or not?"

Don't talk nonsense, look at the guns. ”