Chapter 72: Being Poor and Not Dying to Be an Immortal (6)

He snapped his fingers, and his expression was flat, as if he were just a random gesture.

But as the sound sounded neatly and disappeared neatly, Ah Da and the second child lifted the soft sedan chair and walked behind him.

He didn't look at it, he just sat back, just sat on the soft stool, and as soon as the two of them lifted it, he got on the soft sedan chair.

left the ground, so that Huai Yuan and Yan Zhen unconsciously raised their heads to look at him.

"It's not strange to think about it, the Immortal Gang is just a group of poor people who want to eat haha, where do they have any good skills? Have good skills, can you be a begging person? Two, Yun Wujing is a descendant of the Li family of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the Southern Tang Town Palace Martial Arts 'Xuanyang One Qigong' is a unique martial arts, so it should be ...... I have been helpless since I was a child, I was born of heaven and earth, raised by a hundred families, and my skills are all stolen and cheated, if I can kill that Yun Wujing by relying on martial arts, wouldn't it really be a big joke with the two?"

Only then did Huai Yuan and Yan Zhen feel that the street had become extraordinarily quiet.

It's not that there is no one, but that the people who usually walk around the streets have gone back to their homes.

No one forced them, but anyone in today's Changzhifang would choose to return home.

No one wants to be thrown into a crowd of dirty beggars.

When they returned home, the streets were cold and cold......

In the silence, countless beggars came out from all directions and walked towards the place where the few people were.

They were quietly and careful, so many people, but they didn't make a loud noise.

There was only a small crackling sound.

It's like grabbing a handful of sand and pinching it in your hand, and the sound of sand slowly flowing away.

Huai Yuan and Yan Zhen were also like ordinary people, seeing countless beggars, they naturally retreated, if it weren't for the help leader and Ah Da and the second child to stay put, the two might have been hiding far away.

They retreated to the side of the street and watched silently from a corner as the crowd slowly surged.

The helper wrapped his robe tightly around - a person with martial arts, few of them were afraid of the cold, and they didn't know the intention behind his move.

I only heard him say: "When we met for the first time today, I made Brother Huai and Mr. Yan laugh, but as a beggar, he was looked down upon and spurned by others, and he inevitably laughed and scolded on weekdays, seemed to be crazy, and occasionally turned upside down, disturbing the world, and some of the uninhibited people have also become habits." The Immortal Gang has no magic weapons, and the second has no strong skills, but not to mention Yun Wujing, it is the Buddhist family and the Taoist family, and they dare not provoke easily, just because we have no ability, only there are many people!"

The streets were already flooded, but it seemed that there were still crowds of people pouring in in the distance, endlessly.

"You ask me what I do, what do I do? I never think about it...... Because we don't die to deal with anyone, there's never one way!"

He spoke, but in the eyes of Huaiyuan and Yan Zhen, he was getting higher and higher.

The beggars around walked to the side, lifted Ah Da and the second child, and carried them on their shoulders.

Then the one behind lifted up a few beggars inside and carried them on their shoulders.

The higher the top, the more people are needed below, and the street will soon be unable to withstand the crowd, so Huaiyuan and Yan Zhen have no choice but to jump to the top of a house behind them.

The helper sat lazily on the soft stool, one leg crossed—unlike when he first entered the city gate, and the other foot that had not been rolled up was rested and trembled...... The straw sandals on this foot were torn, and the big toe inside was exposed, white and clean, and warped.

He picked up on the previous words.

We've never had one way to deal with anyone!

"Just walk over there!"

The courtyard of the house where Huaiyuan and Yan Zhen stood was already in shambles, the outer wall was bulldozed by beggars, and the crowd was like quicksand, flooding in.

The house was bulldozed into a pile of rubble, and at the same time, along with the row of yards along the street of the house, it was bulldozed.

The whole scene is thrilling and unimaginable!

This side of the street was flattened by the crowd that seemed to be pouring down quicksand.

The streets, the walls, the small courtyards, the furnishings, and a few trees were all pushed away and trampled under their feet in a rude and unreasonable manner, so that everywhere they could see, there were people, only people.

——In the past, I didn't understand the sea of people, but when I saw that these people were densely packed and nothing else could be accommodated, I understood what a sea of people was.

Huaiyuan and Yan Zhen are the contemporary heads of the Huai family, and the other is the old Jianghu who has been in the Huai family's think tank for decades. But today, when I saw such a magnificent scene, I was also stunned.

More amazing is yet to come!

It can be seen that these beggars have obviously practiced in the first few waves, and they are very skilled in carrying them on their shoulders.

Later, the scene became bigger, with one person at the top and hundreds at the bottom, it began to look chaotic, and the previous silence quietly became noisy.

"Raise your hands high. ”

"Don't step on your head, your neck is going to break!"

"Two here! Hurry, I can't hold on!"

The helper sat on a soft stool, which had been lifted to a height of six feet above the ground.

It must be known that the height of the city wall of Chang'an City is only four zhang up and down.

Now at this height of the gang leader, ordinary people fall down and cannot escape death. Those who are accustomed to light skills in the rivers and lakes will also break their tendons.

In the blink of an eye, several layers were stacked up, and the shorter people were superimposed on one zhang, so that a few people were stacked up, and it was ten zhang.

At this height, you are dizzy when you look down, let alone look down from above, the legs of the timid people tremble, and it is even possible to faint to death.

The problem is that even the two people who carried the sedan chair, Ah Da and the second child, did not move at all, as if they were standing on the flat ground, and their faces did not change.

The helper was not afraid or worried.

Neither did the two.

There were no beggars on the next few floors of the two.

It was as if no one was scared or worried.

There are still dense people in the distance, and the beggars who poured in behind are no longer skilled, all because of the number of people, squeezing next to each other, lifting people up, and forcibly stacking a mountain in Xuzhou Changzhifang.

Li Taibai once had a poem:

The dangerous building is 100 feet high,

Hands can pick the stars.

Ten feet is one zhang, and a hundred feet is ten zhang.

At this moment, the place where the helper is sitting is already about twenty zhang.

He was tightly wrapped in his robe, as if it was too cold to be in a high place...... He seemed to have said something, but it was too far and too high for him to hear or see clearly.

Immediately after, the sound came from the top of the mountain, like a thunderbolt struck, and the thousands of people on the earth shouted together—it was a mountain shouting and roaring!

Poor.

Whereas.

Immortal.

Be a fairy!

"Be poor and immortal!"

There are many people and they are not afraid of death, it is for the undead gang!

The helper shook his feet, and one of his feet was already on the rainbow bridge.

Even the entire Xuzhou was prostrate under him.

He just looked at the Huai family mansion, like a small gray and white square in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "It's all in this position, why haven't you come out yet?"

Can't be without clouds and five jings, can you fight again, can you hit a mountain?