Chapter 12: 012

"Singing to wine, how long is life? For example, the morning dew, there are many hardships in the past. How to relieve worries, only Dukang."
A drunk Taoist leaned on the railing and sang loudly. He raised his head, and the clear wine in the wine gourd dripped down his neck, soaking the shabby gray and old Taoist robe. "Wine, I want to drink!" He shouted loudly, and slashed a palm towards the wine jar on the other side. The wine did not flow on the ground. Under his palm, it was like a fountain. Flocked to the Taoist's mouth.
"What wine to drink! Come to eat!" A fat monk yelled, and there was a wooden barrel full of white rice in front of him, holding a pair of iron tongs-like chopsticks in each hand, and quickly grabbing the barrel. In the rice. He was eating very fast, and he saw the plump cheeks constantly agitating. He was eating, but he didn't delay his speech at all.
The drunk Taoist is called Yuan Jiulang, a very suave name. When he was young, he was a romantic figure, a disciple of Wudang, but he prefers to use the sword to go slant, Tai Chi sword to be soft, he wants to be strong! Wudang children want chivalry, but he wants evil! After bullying his junior sister, he was finally expelled from the school.
The fat monk was called Fan Dai, a very appropriate name. He likes to eat, probably because he was too poor as a child. The family couldn't support him, so he was sent to the temple as a monk. Monk, there is always seven precepts and eight precepts, but Fan Dai just doesn't want to quit anything. He visits the kiln, he kills, but he likes to eat the most. The abbot expelled him from the temple. He thought that the abbot was afraid that he would eat the temple poorly. This was too stingy, and he killed all the people in the temple in anger.
Such two people cannot enter the eyes of decent knights, and many people even want to kill them.
Therefore, it is a matter of course for them to join the Demon Cult. They are two characters of the Black Mountain Hall, and they are definitely not the ones who are confused with the Black Mountain Four Rats. The people on the rivers and lakes called them "wine sacs and rice bags", they accepted it with a smile, but after the laugh, they were about to kill.
Heishantang died a few times, it is really not a matter of importance.
But the Four Black Rats died in Fu Wanqing's hands. This is a big deal. The guardian building of the magic sect hated Fu Wanqing very much. She ordered someone to paint a portrait of Fu Wanqing and hang it in the practice room, and hit her with hundreds of darts every day. This kind of hatred of being abolished legs is not something that ordinary people can tolerate, let alone Lou Kexin, a small-spirited demon cult right envoy.
"This woman has no abilities! It's just a senior sister who relies on her being the leader!" Yuan Jiulang suddenly shouted.
"Not bad!" Fan Dai finally stopped eating, his cheeks bulging, he nodded and shook his head, "but we all listen to her."
Yuan Jiulang's face suddenly became gloomy. He threw the wine gourd in his hand toward the outside, just blocking a dart, his words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. "It's not us, but many people have to listen to her."
"If you don't listen to her, should you listen to the leftist?" A shrill laughter came in. From the railing floated a woman in black with disheveled hair, half of her face was ugly scars, and the other half. It is as smooth as water. There were a few darts stuck in her waist, showing red spikes.
This woman is a child of the Tang Sect in the middle of Shu, her name is Hu Qing, and people in the rivers and lakes now only call her nickname "Mr." Even though she is a woman, she is the head of the Black Mountain Church of Bishui Sect, and her skill is far above the "liquor bag and rice bag". In fact, she was not so ugly before, or she was also an extremely beautiful beauty who came out of the water. She could have enjoyed the title of beauty for a long time, but she found Fu Wanqing. Because she heard that Fu Wanqing is very beautiful and the sword is fast, she wants to compete with Fu Wanqing. In the end she lost, she ruined half of her face, and put the account on Fu Wanqing's head. Did Tang Sect offend the Chivalrous Villa for her, so she joined the Demon Cult and became Lou Kexin's beloved general.
They came to Lin'an Mansion for only one purpose, and that was to kill Fu Wanqing.
They have found out that Fu Wanqing is in this inn, or in other words, in the wing above their heads.
There was a maid who could not martial arts beside Fu Wanqing, besides that, there was no attendant anymore. This is the news they inquired about and the reason they decided to do it. Without the protection of the masters of Chivalry Villa, what can a woman have? "Wine Pouch Rice Bag" thought so, but Hu Qing did not. She is still full of vigilance. She was defeated by Fu Wanqing a few months ago. Just a few months, for a martial arts master, is very important.
No matter how sturdy the window was, it couldn't stand the palm of the strong qi, and the candle on the table was forced out by the qi.
Even if there is only a moment of darkness, that is enough to do a lot of things.
Sen Leng's breath seemed to come from the purgatory, Yuan Jiulang stabbed Thunder Sword, Fan Dai slapped the sky, and Hu Qing shot out all the poisoned dark darts on his body.
The candle was reignited, and Fu Wanqing was still sitting there with a faint smile on her mouth, beside her, there was a woman in white clothes sitting like a jade.
Yuan Jiulang's sword didn't know when it was off, and it pierced Fan Dai's palm; and Fan Dai's palm was also off, knocking down all Hu Qing's darts. Their faces were all green, the true Qi in their bodies surged, and the qi that rushed toward their throats was also forcibly suppressed. Fu Wanqing's kung fu is very high, even higher than Fu Hui, the first person in the rivers and lakes. This is a thought that has passed through their hearts. They didn't even know that Fu Wanqing hadn't taken any action at all. They ignored the person who was as faint as a puff of smoke, because the message in hand said that she was just an ordinary girl who didn't know martial arts.
Fu Wanqing smiled, and she spoke: "These people should be familiar to you, right? Don't let them commit suicide this time and soil this room. We have to change rooms in the middle of the night."
The three people noticed the profile of the woman in white.
Just a side face is enough to make them panic, knees soft, and a few puffs, they knelt on the ground with gray expressions. They couldn't figure out why the leader appeared next to Fu Wanqing, and they seemed to get along very well.
"This must be fake! It was used by a like Fu Wanqing to confuse us!" Hu Qing got up from the ground first, she held her chest and spouted a mouthful of blood. New hatred and old hatred, for a time anger attacked the heart. She stared at Fu Wanqing fiercely, trying to kill her, but the most important thing at the moment was to think about how to escape, she didn't want to die here.
"Yes! Fake!" After hearing Hu Qing's shout, the "Liquor Bag Rice Bag" was also confident, they stood up and shouted together. Yuan Jiulang touched the gourd around his waist and wanted to take a sip of wine, but he felt empty. Thinking of being destroyed by a wicked woman's darts, he gave a vicious look. Exquisite pastries were placed on the table, Fan Dai's apple was rolling, and he swallowed.
Fu Wanqing chuckled at Yu Shengyan. She stroked her temples and said, "There are too many lies, but no one believes the truth." She stood up slowly, and the three of them instantly increased their vigilance. The body is like a tight bowstring, ready to go. But Fu Wanqing didn't move towards them. In Fu Wanqing's eyes, they didn't exist at all. She just moved two steps and sat in Yu Shengyan's arms.
Fu Wanqing felt that she was becoming more lazy. It was autumn, and she was no longer willing to move. The person in Yushengyan was cold, but her embrace was very warm. I knew that the three-month period was changed to three or thirty years, but would Yushengyan accept it? Fu Wanqing is wandering, everyone can see this. Yu Shengyan's brows only wrinkled slightly, but the three people suddenly beckoned. This is a good opportunity to take people's lives. They are not gentlemen of righteousness and righteousness. Taking advantage of people's danger is a good way to accomplish tasks.
Fu Wanqing was in a trance, because she knew that Yushengyan would not cause her an accident.
Moreover, the flanking attack of these three people is nothing.
If they choose to run away when Fu Wanqing is in a trance, it is a very easy thing to succeed, but now they have done it, and they have not yet met Fu Wanqing. They only saw that the white-clothed man flipped his right hand and they had been determined. Can't move in place. This is a gaping hole on the rivers and lakes, and many people know how to do it, but there are unique tricks in it, there are a thousand people and a thousand kinds. The acupuncture point where Yusheng smokes, most people can't open it.
The hearts of these three people have sunk to the bottom.
Fu Wanqing is very difficult to deal with, not to mention that there is a mysterious woman beside her.
The leader of Bishui Sect should have a token representing identity. Fu Wanqing lowered her head and put her hand into Yu Shengyan's shirt. She didn't find the token, but found something interesting. It's no wonder that those stinky men who love women, who are soft and sweet, even love themselves. Fu Wanqing was a little reluctant to withdraw the hand that she was spying in Yu Shengyan's arms, but it was a pity that Yu Shengyan had not allowed her to move. With a soft sigh, Fu Wanqing approached her ear and asked, "What about tokens, if you teach the middle school disciples so not to open their eyes, you must teach a lesson?"
Yu Shengyan lowered her eyebrows, but her hand stretched out into Fu Wanqing's arms.
Fu Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, and she didn't understand what Yu Shengyan was going to do, and thought she was learning her own way. Just about to say something, Yu Shengyan's hand had already been drawn back, and a bamboo whistle was in the center of her palm, which reached her lips and blew a very weird sound.
The faces of those three people changed again.
Fu Wanqing snatched the whistle from Yu Shengyan's hand, glanced sideways at her, and said in a bitter voice, "You gave it to me. Do you want to take it back?"
Her voice only fell, and the faces of the three people became even more ugly.