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Su Zhong was dressed in white and dotted with blood spots on it, and walked down the mountain road with an expressionless face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBehind him was a dilapidated cottage, the smell of blood scorching and pungent under the fire. The sky was blazing, and dark smoke was visible from the top of the mountain.

Inside the cottage on the top of the hill is a gang of bandits, burning, killing, looting and doing all kinds of evil. In ancient times, when information was very backward, this kind of extremely vicious people, as long as they hid in the mountains, the government had nothing to do. The unlucky can only be ordinary people. If you want to be famous, how can you not suppress bandits?

Su Chong walked steadily, like an ordinary monk. But who would have thought that the seventy or eighty bandits in the cottage behind him were all knocked out of their heads by Su Chong.

"This is the thirteenth cottage, and that's how you came up with a way to become famous? Kill kill my God, Master Su, when did you become a cold-blooded butcher? Howling at the top of his throat.

"A cold-blooded butcher is better than a flower monk"

"Where is the flower monk, there are beautiful women who don't enjoy it, and they know how to fight and kill all day long. The butcher beast sighed and sighed: "It's all my fault." If I had come to consciousness earlier, you wouldn't have grown crooked like this. What a good young man, if you don't appreciate the beauty and beauty, how can you only know about killing? ”

The corners of Su Chong's mouth twitched. Fortunately, you didn't come out early, otherwise you might not have been led into what kind of second goods.

"I said Xiao Susu, you are still a boy chicken, and you don't practice child skills, so there is no need to guard yourself like a jade."

Su Chong's face froze, is it really right to use himself like jade here?

"I don't practice children's skills, I practice sunflower classics."

"It's over, Xiao Susu, you can't save it, and the long-term loneliness has actually suffocated you out of your psychological problems. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are the best psychological mentor. As long as you follow my instructions, go one more. Make sure you return to your majesty and become a real man......" is full of self-confidence and nagging.

Su Chong did not hesitate to shield the broken verbosity. Encourage yourself to go to the green house? Can you be a little less out of tune?

Leave the mountains behind and take to the avenues. Su shrunk into inches and ran quickly. Smoke billowed everywhere he passed. It's like a tyrannosaurus crossing the border, rumbling away. Half a day later, Su Chonggang came to a small city, and when he looked up, he saw three big characters hanging on the city gate.

Jingyang City.

Su glanced at it again, bowed his head and was about to enter the city. But he stopped abruptly and looked left and right at the towering walls.

"What if I carved the three farmer's styles on the city wall?" Su Chong had a whim.

"You will be hated to death by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, their old Zhao family hates civil force the most. Then you will be chased to the edge of the sky by that group of dead eunuchs," Po said unceremoniously

Su Chong was unmoved: "But this is the fastest way to spread the farmer's three styles." ”

"If you insist on this, be prepared to be the enemy of the world." Broken lazy. failed to trick Su Chong into entering the Qinglou, he was very bored.

After glancing at the bald city wall again, Su Chongshi Shiran walked into Jingyang City.

In the dead of night, Su Zhong pushed open the door of the inn and sneaked out of the inn quietly. Ghostly under the city walls. The towering walls are a moat to others, but they are nothing to him. Lying on the city wall with his hands and feet, his palms suddenly sunk inward, and a suction force suddenly appeared. With a little strength, Su Zhong was firmly fixed to the wall. Use your hands and feet together, like a gecko, and climb up.

Crossing the city wall, Su Zhong also used this method, constantly crawling on the outer city wall. Holding a sharp dagger in his hand, he moves with his body, constantly drawing thick or thin lines. But without exception, these lines were carved very deeply by him, and if he wanted to destroy them, he could not simply sketch them in a few strokes. After working for half an hour, Su Chong completely completed the engraving.

Returning the same way, Su Zhong returned to the inn silently. He didn't just leave. This will attract the attention of others. Flowers were painted on the city wall, and the monks who lived in the inn disappeared suddenly. As long as someone thinks about it, they will connect the two.

He is armed all over the world, and sooner or later he will be noticed. But Su Zhong hopes that this time will come later.

Zhang Laohan is a farmer in a small village outside Jingyang, and he is honest. He picked up his one-third of an acre of land with peace of mind, and in his spare time, he would pick up the vegetables from his own vegetable garden and sell them in the city. Use the money you get in exchange for some salt.

Today, as usual, he got up at dawn. After picking two large baskets of vegetables, Zhang Laohan braved the slight morning light and walked towards Jingyang City with the vegetables. When we got to the gates, it was still dark. The gates have not yet been opened. Zhang Laohan was not surprised, he came early every time. If you're lucky, you can get picked by the big farmers in the city, you can earn more, and you can go home earlier.

But today is destined to be different. He was not the only one at the city gate who came early, and many of his peers were rushing at this time. Unlike the whispered conversations of the past, the gates of the city are silent today. Everyone stood under the gates and looked up at something.

Out of curiosity, Zhang Laohan looked up at the city wall. A pattern of swinging a hoe is printed. The person in the image is extremely simple, with only a few lines outlined. But in Zhang Laohan's opinion, the people who were drawn with these simple strokes actually seemed to be alive. The action of swinging the hoe resonated deeply with him. He has been doing this for almost half of his life, and he is an authentic farmer.

The next moment, this vivid hoe swing was firmly engraved in his mind. He seemed to understand something, and he didn't seem to understand anything. But Zhang Laohan knew that he had learned the content of the images on the city walls. He seemed to understand that swinging his hoe like this would save him less effort, and that would be enough. He was old and weak, and he was very satisfied if he could save some effort when he planted such a large tract of land.

Turning his head to look to the side, in addition to the figure wielding a hoe, there was also a hammer-wielding man wielding an axe. Most incrediblely, there is also an image of a woman threading a needle. Zhang Laohan watched carefully and found that he could no longer find the feeling he would have just looked. He quickly understood why. For there was a blacksmith who learned how to wield a hammer at a glance, but he could not learn how to wield an axe.

Is it what you learn from yourself?

If you let the old woman take a look, will she be able to learn the action of threading the needle quickly? Zhang Laohan picked up the vegetable basket and ran back quickly. My wife has worked hard all her life, and the whole family's clothes are sewn by him. Now that I am old and weak, it is very difficult to make clothes. Looking at the portrait of this needle, it should be easy not to

This is the simple heart of an ordinary person, and most of the people who first saw these images had this mentality. Jingyang City was strange this morning. The people who used to block the gates of the city came and went, and then brought more people with them. But it came and went quietly. They were worried that they would wake up the soldiers in the city and prevent them from continuing to learn this labor-saving method.

When the sun rose, Su Chong walked out of Jingyang City leisurely. The four motifs at the head of the city have already caused an uproar. Even if the soldiers drove it away, there were already many people in the vicinity of Jingyang City. Su Zhong looked at the old farmer hunter at the gate of the city, and the corners of his mouth curled.

At this moment, he has a kind of pride in the world and spending his life.

The farmer's three-style became the four-style. The last needle is the method of exerting power that Su Zhong summed up from the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits. Without the support of internal qi, only the wrists and ten fingers slowly mobilize the qi and blood of the whole body. Invisibly strengthens the body. Unconsciously, he is in force. In the future, those who want to beat their wives will have a hard time. In addition to their fingernails, the women also had an extra needle in their hands.

Wuxi, Swallow Building.

Su Zhong sat at the table by the window as if no one was around. The action of eating seems to be slow and unhurried, but it is windy. A table full of dishes was filled, and after a while, half of it entered Su Chong's belly. Everyone around them looked sideways. It's not just Su Chong's way of eating that is full of beauty, but what Su Chong eats is more attention-grabbing.

Clear-eyed people know at a glance that he is a monk, but there is no shortage of chickens, ducks, and fish on the table? It is impossible for a monk to eat meat openly without arousing onlookers

"Which monk is this? How dare you eat meat and drink wine here? ”

"Yes, yes, a man dressed in white looks like a dog, and he turned out to be a flower monk."

A fat man with a full beard came downstairs. The round body turned around, and found that there was not a single vacant seat. When I turned my head to look, I suddenly saw Su Chong, who was eating happily. Strode in front of Su Chong: "You monk, eat meat and drink wine in broad daylight." It's definitely not a good thing, hurry up and give the table to the uncle. ”

Su Chong turned a blind eye to everyone's strange eyes, and even didn't look at the thick-bearded man, and concentrated on eating.

The big man's face turned red, and his face was full of hideousness: "I don't know what to do" The big fist of the bowl hit Su Chong's cheek hard.

Su Chong's face was expressionless, and his left hand suddenly stretched out.

The big man was strong, and the punch that was bound to come to an abrupt end. No matter how hard the big man tried, he couldn't move forward, and his thick fist was in stark contrast to Su Chong's thin white jade palm. Everyone does not change color

Su Chong held chopsticks in his right hand, constantly picking up vegetables and eating, but his left hand quietly clenched.

The big man screamed, and beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He felt his fist shatter. The power in the palm of that little hand was overwhelming. Rao is old and accustomed to fighting in the rivers and lakes, and he still can't help but cry out in pain. Su Chong's brows furrowed, and his wrist shook.

The big man's body suddenly flew off the ground, and he was thrown out through the window. The entire second floor of the Swallow Building was suddenly silent.

They all know the thick bearded man, and he is a rare hero in Wuxi. Unexpectedly, it was not the enemy of this white-clothed monk, so he was easily thrown downstairs. Suddenly, the people in the rivers and lakes who were still whispering and talking just now didn't dare to say any more. Even the eyes that secretly aimed at Su Chong became dodgy, and he didn't dare to stay longer. For fear of attracting the attention of this vicious monk.

The wooden staircase creaked, and a burly man in a brown coat with thick eyebrows and big eyes strode up to the restaurant. The eyes opened and closed, and the diners around them immediately bowed their heads. I just feel that this person's vision is extremely terrifying, like a tiger and leopard beast, which makes people dare not look directly.

The burly man quickly sent down the monk who was eating meat by the window. took a step, and came to Su Chong's side in two clicks.

"You, monk, actually eat meat and drink wine here. Don't you know the precepts? Dahan's voice was loud. Everyone only felt the buzzing of thunder in their ears

"Good" everyone couldn't help but cheer. What a good man

"It's time to clean up this evil monk"

"Wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sat in his heart. Joe, did you bring the news I wanted? Su Chong's subordinates kept talking, and stuffed two pieces of sauced beef into his mouth.

Qiao Feng stared at Su Zhong deadly, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and his whole body was pressed towards him without reservation. Twenty breaths. The air on the second floor of the entire Swallow Building was almost condensed. The surrounding rivers and lakes were all dripping in cold sweat, as if they were being targeted by fierce beasts, and they didn't dare to move.

Su Zhong was not affected at all, and as always, he ate meat and drank a lot.

"Okay, hahaha, it's worthy of being a blood-clothed monk," Qiao Feng laughed. The aggressive momentum just now is gone.

"Bloody Monk"

"What, he's a Blood-Cloaked Monk"

"The blood-clothed monk who picked thirty-seven cottages in a row and killed people without counting"

The people around him were all chilled. Thinking that he and the others were secretly laughing at such a peerless murderer just now, his face suddenly turned pale. Those who were gossiping about Su Chong just now were all trembling and trembling. The surrounding diners unconsciously moved away from them, and their eyes were full of pity when they looked over.

If you provoke a blood-clothed monk who kills people without blinking, let's ask for more blessings. Some of them are clever and have even quietly jumped out of the window to escape.