C4 A Bowl of Braised Pork

The Henan chivalrous hero, who was chasing after and robbing the Song Army's grain, sent a reply to Xin Yang. He was not dead yet, that piece of medicine was really good, his meridians and tendons were all broken, his joints were broken inch by inch, his body was minced, and his face was skinned, peeled, salted, and added on to the eighty-three heads.

All of the Sacred Hand Scholars of the successor of the Divine Cloud Sword had died in this battle. None of the other hundred or so experts had survived.

It was always hard for people to figure out where these people came from even when they had their heads cut off. However, everyone remembered the seven great evildoers:

Wang Zhan had eyes but could not see, and was shameless. He was a great scholar, one who could dig out the gall from the rocks, one who could destroy others with ease, and one who could not take care of others.

Seven people with the most vicious methods of killing.

"There is a group of great evildoers in the Ghastly Worry Valley!"

"I am a bad person, a bad person from Ghost Worry Valley! Which one of you f * cking dared to come out and fight against laozi? " Seeing the shameless man standing at the side and not making a single move for more than ten hours, none of the people that dared to come out, none of them dared to do anything, and even more so, none of them dared to come out to say a word!

On this day, someone sent a letter to Ghost Worry Valley.

All these years, the Song Army had been defeated like a pile of loose sand. They no longer had any chance to gather their strength.

Without even thinking about it, Du Yanzi tore open the seal and looked at the letter. He handed it over to Elder Zhang, shameless to look at, then passed it to Tu Po, who gave it to him, Blood Sucking Elder Zhang.

The Great Evildoers of the Ghastly Worry Valley had already numbered twelve. In these five years, a few more had come.

Vampiric Old Zhang, Qiao Duo's hand, Qian Duokou, Wu Bones, stomachache.

Wang Zhan's group of five did not even question the origins of these five people. They were brought back from outside by Ding Qirong and the rest, and immediately turned into the Twelve Evildoers. Seeing their unsettled state, they did not even dare to fart.

Ding Gaotian was indeed right, these people were just standing at the top of the mountain, and there were dozens of enlisted troops under their command. Not to mention the Song Army who had been beaten senseless by the Mongols, even the Yuan Army had sent men to deal with them. This way, the Ghost Worry Valley would be able to eat both of them, and kill them.

Wu Bones was the last to receive the letter. He finished reading it with a smile and then said, "Okay then. We have nothing better to do. I've long disliked those two bastards from the Twin Dragon Villa. Before we even caught up to them, they came knocking on their door. Fuck, they wanted to sleep and gave us a pillow, that's what you call a good grandson, a really filial grandson! " With the flick of two fingers of his right hand, the piece of paper flew to a stomachache seven feet away, and he sighed.

The letter was lying flat on the table:

Double Dragon Villa, the arrogant Kunzhong, the exalted and honorable Kungfu, the twelve devils of Ghastly Ghastly Ghastly Ghastly Ghastly Ghastly Ghastly Ghastly: For many years, I have been unrighteous, the world is filled with blood and rain, the heavens are furious and the people resent, and I have done all sorts of cruel and inhumane things. Now, the arrogant Kungzhong has overestimated himself and, with the strength of our sect, invited us to this matter, if we are afraid, we will not come, on the day of the month of the year.

"Three years ago, Ding Gao Tian sent Bai Wuxie with a letter, saying that Twin Dragon Villa had secretly found over a thousand craftsmen to build their mountain. There must be some conspiracy behind it, because even though they built some things, there's no need for so many people, not to mention all of them are craftsmen."

The stomachache had come here two years ago. Although he had heard of it from someone, he had not thought of it for a while. With just a mention of it, his face changed: "Are you saying that these two chivalrous warriors have been dealing with us for a long time?"

This person was really smart, he thought shamelessly for a while, "Then it's nothing, do you think that their manpower is inferior to ours? Do you think using mechanisms will suffice? It's not that I'm bragging, but no one is my match in this martial arts. So what if those craftsmen come together? First, I'll show you some things. Ji Chunqiu, you came to my place and found a purple wooden chest for me. "

Although no one knew what he was going to do and they hadn't known each other for a long time, they still trusted each other unconditionally, like old friends who had known each other for a long time. They all knew that he would be useful.

After a while, Ji Chun Qiu placed a small box in front of him. He shamelessly stretched out his hands and no one could see what he was doing. The box then opened, revealing a few wooden chips. "What do you guys think this piece of wood can be made into?"

Wang Zhan smiled. "What do you think?"

Shameless, he looked at Wang Zhan and laughed, "How many people in this world can make such a thing?" In the blink of an eye, the wooden piece in the box had become something. No one could tell what it was. "This is just a small toy, you see!" After saying that, he smacked the object with his right hand, and the two pieces of wood flew up towards the roof, but stopped a foot away from the ceiling. Even though these evil people all came with unfathomable intelligence, and their intelligence was profound and profound, even the servants who served them were all staring at them with gaping mouths and tongue-tied. That shameless person merely smiled lightly, stood up, patted his butt lazily with his hands, and walked out, leaving behind a room full of stupefied people.

The eighteen pairs of eyes were all staring at that thing without blinking. That thing didn't seem to want to fall at all. Everyone's eyes were wide open as they waited for that thing to fall, but they were all hoping that it wouldn't.

The two sides of the wooden wings had rotated all the way around, and everyone could see clearly that the wooden wings had actually flown for a long time. It was truly something they had never seen or heard of in their lives, and after an hour, the shameless wooden wings came swaying in from the outside. The wooden wings were fixed at a height of less than a foot, and when they saw the wooden wings, they coughed lightly and said, "What's wrong? "You still haven't eaten yet? Let's just go. Don't worry, we won't fall out of here."

"Could this be the wooden bird made by the legendary Master Lu Ban?"

"The wooden bird is a wooden bird, but I made this myself. It can only fly for twenty hours or so, and it can't fly as fast as Master Lu Ban's wooden bird for three days or three nights." The expression on that shameless face seemed to be somewhat proud, yet also somewhat sad. It even seemed to be somewhat miserable, but the most obvious expression was that extremely vicious expression.

Everyone looked at him without saying anything. After a while, Du Liangzi softly said, "How amazing! That's fine too. I just thought it was a legend. I really didn't think that there would be such a clever move!"

Ji Chun Qiu wanted to say something, but stopped himself. After a while, he said, "Old Ancestors, it's time to eat. All of you can go now."

Everyone in the room didn't make a sound as they all walked out, leaving behind a single person without a single shred of face.

Shameless, he just stood there in the room for a long time. The wooden bird was still flying. He sighed lightly and threw out a palm with his right hand. The wooden bird was smashed into pieces and fell to the ground.

However, the weird thing was that after everyone left, no one returned to the room.

On the way, a young man brought a child with him and hurried along the road as if he was trying to avoid someone. The young man's clothes were extravagant and the newspaper was magnificent. The child's expression was wooden, his movements stiff, and his face at a loss.

The two of them were in a hurry to leave. They lowered their heads, not looking forward for a moment, when they heard a person in front coldly ask, "Qianli, where are you going with Wen Zhao?"

The child did not have any reaction, but the youth was shocked. "Second Uncle, you are here?"

The person in front was extremely imposing. Although no one followed, he still gave off an imposing aura, as if he was giving out orders, "What are you guys thinking of going up to? Let's go back together!"

"I —"

"Go back!"

That person's tone was filled with hesitation. "Your father asked me to come and bring you back."

The teenager took a deep breath and thought for a while. Finally, he stopped talking. The Second Uncle spoke and walked back towards the two of them. The teenager also followed, holding the dazed child in his hand.

The three of them walked for half a day, until it was night, when they arrived at a big building at the foot of the mountain.

The person who stopped the young boy halfway was the Second Manor Lord of Twin Dragon Villa, Gao Jing.

The youth was the only son of Gao Zizai, a thousand miles tall.

That child is called Wen Zhao, his surname is Yu.

"Qianli, come with me. Your father has something to talk to you about."

Gao Qianli wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. He sat down with Gao Dazhi and left on the palanquin that had come to pick them up. Yu Wenzhao then walked up the mountain with a cold expression on his face.

Those servants truly did not understand. They could not understand why the two manor lords would still dare to go out alone at this time, despite having sent death letters to the Twelve Evildoers. They did not intend to engage in an imminent war.

The servant brought the child along with him and arrived in front of a house in the time it takes to have a cup of tea. He opened the door and sneered as he lifted the child's chest with his right hand: "Be more honest, you brat. Are you looking to die? Tomorrow, the Twelve Evildoers will arrive at the Manor. If you still dare to run, Master will beat you to death! "

The servant also kicked him right in the stomach. That subordinate's kick sent the child, Yu Wenzhao, flying backwards until a small wooden table fell down. The small wooden table was originally a poor wretch, it was not sturdy, and the force of the hit was not small. All the items on the table fell to the ground, and a few of the bowls were shattered.

The child was so stunned that he did not even feel any pain, only smiling as he looked at the servant.

That servant became even angrier and used a stick to hit him on the head as he was about to hit him, but he finally held it back: "Fuck you, dog f * cker, you are such a bitch. Even mother Yu Zhijian is considered a human in the martial arts world, how can your son be so virtuous?" Die, you little bastard! If it wasn't for the fact that you're going to f * cking meet your father tomorrow, your father will kill you right now! "

The child just looked at him and laughed, blood was flowing out of her mouth like an earthworm. But when it reached her clothes, it was still just a smile.

He closed the door angrily and was about to lock it when he saw Gao Jing staring at him coldly. He could not help but feel a little apprehensive: "Second Manor Lord, how are you, old man? Just call me little one. "

Gao Jing snorted from his nose and said, "Move away from here, I have something to ask Wen Zhen for. Without my order, don't let anyone else in, otherwise I'll take care of you!"

The servant was taken aback, "Yes, yes, I understand!"

Gao Jing saw him leave, then entered the room and looked at Yu Wenzhao.

The child was shivering in the corner. When he heard Gao Jing's voice, he hid in the corner. His dull eyes showed fear, just like a puppy that had been beaten up. He looked extremely pitiful.

Gao Jing's ashen face turned a little more amiable after a long time. "Tell me, did Gao Quan hit you just now? Wen Zhao, tell Second Uncle that Second Uncle will make the decision for you."

The kid just stared at him blankly. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He opened his mouth and closed it. His head was smashed by the kick just now. A blood trail as thick as a worm coiled its way from his hair to his face and dripped onto his shoulders. Gao Jing could tell at a glance that the child had been beaten up by Gao Quan and had internal injuries.

Gao Quan ran over: "Second Manor Lord, what orders do you have for me?"

Gao Jing didn't even look at Gao Quan as he said, "Go get a chef to cook dinner for Young Master Yu. However, I boiled two buckets of hot water first and wanted to bathe Young Master Yu. I got someone to make some clothes for Young Master Yu and gave him a change of clothes. "If you dare to bully Master Yu again, I'll chop off your arms. Do you remember?"

Gao Quan was greatly shocked. "Yes, yes. This lowly one will remember. This lowly one will not dare to do that again in the future!"

Gao Jing walked slowly back to the place where he lived. After forty to fifty steps, he said without even looking, "After Young Master Yu is done eating, we invited him to the backyard." He knew that the servants would not dare to leave until he was out of sight.

Stunned, he did not turn around, but his words were heard by everyone, "Yes, I know!"

Until Gao Jing disappeared, the servant raised his hand to hit him again, but failed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, why do I have to go against this sick brat who's going to die tomorrow?" If you want him to throw his life away, then just let him go. There's no f * cking reason for you to cook something delicious for this little bastard! "Bah!" Yu Wenzhao spat and rolled his eyes. He glared at the little kid, Yu Wenzhao. "You little idiot, you son of a b * tch, find trouble with the old master!" He picked him up again and gently placed him on the ground. He kicked Yu Wenzhao's butt, causing him to stagger and almost crash into the door, but he still had a silly smile on his face. A servant like Yu Wenzhao obviously knew that tomorrow would be his day of death, but he didn't avoid him.

A large bowl of Red Braised Meat in front of the child was steaming hot, causing a trail of saliva to flow from the corner of his mouth to the front of his shirt.

The chef coldly looked at the child, "Brat, this is the reward from the manor lord for you to eat. Quickly eat and bathe in it. The stupid girl has already prepared clothes for you. They are in the courtyard."

When Yu Wenzhao heard this, he was overjoyed, but his stomach began to hurt. The kick from Gao Quan was extremely heavy. Even though he was only a servant, he was only a little kid.

He covered his stomach with both hands and squatted on the ground. After a while, the chef's expression changed when he saw it. He snorted, walked up, and started rubbing Yu Wenzhao's back.