Dreams were once within reach, Shi Qingjue raised his arm, and now he can still smell the intoxicating breath, like the fragrance of grass and trees in the courtyard after the bell rings in the midsummer evening, and every time at that time, the footsteps of many young monks will become slightly faster, and the chanting sound during the evening class will also have a few more ups and downs.

Shi Qingjue didn't know the source of this vague emotion, under the teaching of the master, he regarded it as a demon thought to take advantage of the void, and spent a lot of time learning how to fight against it, and finally he came to his senses, not only accepting the ** of the demon thought, but also taking the initiative to pounce on it and hug it, if there is a sea of fire ahead, he is willing to die together, if there is a cliff under his feet, he is willing to enjoy a moment of pleasure before his body is shattered.

But the magic thought played a big joke with him, the first "witch" that made his heart move was a dead man - he was in the affectionate memories of a group of wealthy businessmen mourning Xiao Fengchai, and the second was also his more unforgettable infatuation, but he died when the future was bright.

Maybe this is the arrangement of the Buddha, specifically to punish him, who is not strong-willed and vulgar halfway**, Shi Qingjue put his hands together and silently recited a few words**, and then said loudly to his idol who has believed in him for half his life: "Get out of your grandmother's ball." ”

More than a dozen leaders of Tieshan were arguing hard, spitting stars, arms entangled, seeing that a fight was about to start, no one put the so-called military advisor in their eyes, and suddenly heard such a curse, they were all stunned, and turned their heads to look at him together, as if the most timid little minions under him were actually rushing to the front with guns when the fire was fighting.

Shi Qingjue understood that he was just an outsider, and he had no deterrent effect on the soldiers of Tieshan, and found that more than ten pairs of vicious eyes were staring at him, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he was not scolding them, but he couldn't say a word.

The entangled arms parted, and a short and strong leader walked up to Shi Qingjue, pulled out his waist knife, propped it on the ground, and made a posture of listening, "Say it again, are you telling us to go?"

Shi Qingjue stood up and said word by word: "Get out of your milk......"

He didn't know what else he was afraid of, life was sad and ridiculous, and only a few heartfelt scolding could make it a little more serious.

The robbers don't have the subtle minds of monks, they just have a habit of scolding, "the king without a shell, the bald donkey with soft eggs...... and then another habit, swinging a knife and slashing.

Shi Qingjue made a preliminary assessment and felt that he could beat this leader, but in the narrow tent, if everyone rushed up, he would have no reason to survive under the knife.

He was trying to get out, but the knife he had chopped was cut open by another knife, "Wait." A grim-faced leader said, "Listen to what the monk has to say." ”

"He's swearing!" the stocky leader seemed to be a little jealous of those who stood in his way, and put down his knife, still very unconvinced.

"You can't die by swearing. The leader of the Yin Owl said sharply, and then said to Shi Qingjue: "Monk, you are not small, Miss appointed you to take charge of Tieshan before her death, and we respect her, so we will give you a chance to speak, it makes sense, everyone drinks together, it doesn't make sense, **Your ancestor, we will drink your blood together!"

The leaders who had been arguing endlessly agreed with this, nodded their heads, drew their knives, and surrounded Shi Qingjue, and the short and stout leader licked his lips, apparently preparing to drink blood.

Shi Qingjue's mind was in a mess, and he could only think of where to speak, but his voice was louder than anyone else, and he didn't show a little timidity, "You are arguing about who is the culprit who killed Miss, if you want me to say, is this a fart? Tieshan is full of only 3,000 people, and there is an army of 10,000 people in the front and back of the camp, and it is difficult for us ......to protect ourselves."

"Don't say 'we' just yet. The leader of the Yin Owl interrupted him, "Don't you just want to say that Tie Shan has no strength for revenge? That's not necessarily, the Dragon King and the Dubu King are incompatible, whoever kills the young lady, Tie Shan will throw himself to the other side and take revenge with his strength, how about it?"

Everyone nodded, and although there was a dispute over who was the real culprit, their opinions on how to take revenge were very unanimous.

Shi Qingjue let out a series of laughs, delaying the time slightly, and then said, "And then?"

"And then what? The stocky leader said.

Shi Qingjue shook his head again and again, pursed his lips, and looked disdainful, "Then Tieshan will be completely annexed by the Dragon King or the Dubu King, and you won't even be able to leave your name, you may be able to avenge Miss, but you will take advantage of the three thousand brothers of the entire Iron Mountain, and no one will remember the Big Head God and Mrs. Luo from now on." ”

The sturdy leader slammed the knife horizontally, "Fart, how do you know that Iron Mountain will definitely be annexed?"

An older leader sighed, "The monk has a point, have you forgotten? Just last year, we were almost eaten by Jinpeng Castle, if it wasn't for the young lady who asked us back, the brothers would have been wearing the armor of the Jinpeng Army." ”

The sturdy leader glanced left and right, and whispered angrily, "There's nothing wrong with joining the Jinpeng Army, and the Dubu King will definitely help us avenge it." ”

"I don't know if the enemy is the dragon king, why are you in a hurry?" Immediately, the leader of another faction said loudly, and in a few words, the leaders quarreled again, this time they all held their knives, and their posture was even more fierce.

Shi Qingjue pushed away the sturdy leader who was in the way, walked into the middle of the crowd, turned a blind eye to the knives dangling around him, and said loudly: "It's all for Tieshan, what's there to quarrel about?"

"Listen to him. "Three or four leaders gave up the quarrel first.

"What do you say?" the stocky leader followed behind Shi Qingjue, the tip of his knife against his waist.

"I said that the name of Iron Mountain should not be lost, and the big head god and the young lady would never want to see their brothers become subordinates of others, so none of us will take refuge. ”

"There's really no way to get revenge. The leader of the Yin Owl spread his hands, "There are only 3,000 people, but in fact, they are less than this number." ”

"Not necessarily. Shi Qingjue didn't have anything to do in his heart, but he knew that he had to bite the bullet and continue, "When the Dragon King escaped from Jinpeng Castle, there was only one person, and after a few years, he led the army back to Biyu City to compete with the Dubu King, the three thousand brothers of Tieshan, is it not as good as the original Dragon King?"

"Everyone understands the big truth, let's be specific. The stout leader took another step closer, and the tip of the knife was only a few inches away from Shi Qingjue.

Shi Qingjue turned around, "The contest between the Dragon King and the Dubu King will not end after the competition, it will continue, this is Tieshan's chance to take revenge, let's sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and wait for them to lose both......"

The leader of the Yin Owl looked at him suspiciously, "Monk, aren't you from the Dragon King?"

"I met the Dragon King later than you, and I haven't spoken a few words to him in total, but I just lived with him when I was still vulgar, I am not a person of the Dragon King, I have never been, and after joining Iron Mountain, I am even more not. ”

The leaders were not quite convinced, and only one of them said, "Anyway, the monk saved the young lady, and the young lady personally appointed him as the great doctor, and entrusted him to take charge of the iron mountain." ”

"He also killed Nago with his own hands. The other leader said darkly.

Nago betrayed the daughter of the big head god, and his crime is punishable, but in the minds of the people of Tieshan, the person who killed him should at least be a brother in his own army, not an "outsider".

Shi Qingjue raised his head, "Give me another chance, I will still stab Nago to death with one shot, that's right, as long as it is someone who offends Miss, I will not hesitate to kill him, no matter who he is." I love Miss Mu, and everything I do is to get close to her, even if I am trampled under her feet, I am willing, but when she dies, I have only one thought left - to avenge her, even if I am cut by a thousand knives, as long as I still have a breath, I will avenge her. ”

These words were impassioned, all the leaders looked at each other, Luo Ning tea was amazingly beautiful, the soldiers of Tieshan have always been proud, and naturally there are all kinds of fantasies in private, but no one dared to say it in public, it was simply a blasphemy, but the monk who had just joined Tieshan for a few days admitted it, and he was justified.

The short and sturdy leader suddenly swung his knife, plunged it into the ground, and patted **, "Manly husband, you have to dare to think and dare to say, his grandmother's, I also like Miss, she looked at me, Lao Tzu can be energetic for a few days, monk, just rely on your words, I treat you as a brother, I believe you really want to avenge Miss." ”

The other leaders hesitated for a moment, then stabbed their weapons into the ground and shouted together, "Avenge Miss." ”

Shi Qingjue fought against the water, but he didn't expect it to succeed, and was about to take advantage of the situation to say a few more bold words, when a small leader hurriedly ran in from outside, and said excitedly: "Here, here, the grandson of the big head god, the biological son of the young lady has entered the camp." ”

The leaders rushed out of the tent to greet him, and Shi Qingjue, who had just gained a little trust, was thrown in the tent, waited awkwardly for a while, and also caught up.

It was already dark, and Shangguan Cheng, who was hiding in Han Fen's arms, was greeted with unprecedented enthusiasm, and almost the entire battalion of Tieshan soldiers went out, crowded on the side of the road to watch, as if this child was coming for the first time.

Shangguan Cheng was a little scared, and hugged Han Fen's neck tighter, but Han Fen was elated, "Hey, when I came, there weren't so many people, what's wrong today?"

The leaders ran over and knelt down together, Han Fen said with a smile: "Hurry up, everyone is too polite, I didn't even have any preparations......"

Shi Qingjue was a step late, but after kneeling, he was the first to get up, walked in front of Han Fen, stretched out his arm, and looked at the child in her arms expectantly.

Shangguan Cheng was so shocked that he didn't even dare to look at the strange bald man, until he got encouragement from Han Fen's eyes, he turned around and leaned over slowly.

Shi Qingjue cautiously took Shangguan Cheng, did not hold it in his arms, but held it high above the top, facing everyone, angry dantian, and announced loudly: "The Lord of the Iron Mountain, this is the Lord of the Iron Mountain!" A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he added another title, "Iron Spear King!"

The cries arose, and the three words "Iron Gun King" were shouted out of everyone's mouths, Shangguan Cheng's fear dissipated, his little face turned red with excitement, and he shouted with everyone in a childish voice.

Shi Qingjue held Shangguan Cheng in his arms and said to everyone: "Tieshan has a master again, the first thing we have to do is to leave this ghost place, Tieshan does not need protection, Tieshan is the number one gang in the world, and it is to run rampant." ”

There was a moment of silence, and louder cheers rang out, and more than a dozen leaders were shocked, no one understood when the dominant power fell into the hands of the monks, but they immediately cheered along, and no one wanted to raise objections at this time.

Shangguan Cheng didn't know what was happening around him, and he didn't even know that the Iron Spear King was himself, he curiously reached out to touch the stranger's bald head, instinctively feeling that this embrace was also safe.

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