I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

The town Shenmu Forest, the fence courtyard on the banks of the Taiping River.

The blue-shirted man fished out a small watermelon from the water tank, put his fingers together as a sword, and gathered qi into a blade.

With a click, easily cut the watermelon in the center.

First put half in front of the big yellow dog, the blue-shirted man took a wooden spoon, picked up the other half, sat on a small bench in the shade of the tree, and happily ate melons.

Suddenly, footsteps came from far and near.

The blue-shirted man looked up.

But I saw a small head leaning into the courtyard door.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old, dressed in shorts, a short shirt, straw shoes on his feet, and a jade box in his arms.

The big black and white eyes exude a moist and silent aura.

The boy is called Dumb, who lives in the small town of Shearing Rain Lane and is a student of the blue-shirted man.

“Dumb? Come and eat melons. The

blue-shirted man smiled and beckoned to the little boy.

The boy came to the shade of the tree and faced his master, somewhat nervous.

With a stern smile, he handed over the jade box in his hand and whispered: “Master, this is a son surnamed Zhao, let Adu give it to you, saying that it is a gift for you.” The

blue-shirted man looked at the boxy jade box, and at the end of his nose, he faintly smelled the slightest wisp of blood.

Frowning slightly, he took the jade box.

“Master, the students go first.”

The wind was blowing under the little boy’s feet, and he ran away with a puff of smoke.

Putting down the half-eaten melon, the blue-shirted man opened the jade box.

What came into view was a bloody human head.

Two dead gray eyes that had long lost their radiance stared at the man in blue shirt.

The gentleman was expressionless.

Throw it gently.

The jade box and the human head were thrown out of the fence yard and into the Taiping River not far away.

While continuing to eat melons, he whispered: “One head falls, all things are born~”

….

The town is not big.

Today, the rooster of Zhang San’s family in the east of the town laid a golden egg, and the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats in the whole town of Ming’er will know.

The news that Ji Yuan of Wuyi Alley was sent to his wife Xiao Ran and sawed off his head with a saw, spread throughout most of the town in just two hours.

For a while, people were panicked.

Many people want to escape the town and hide in the deep mountains and old forests.

It is a pity that the Janissaries brought by Zhao Mang, chased by the rolling belt, cried and cried for their mother.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town.

Zhao Mang shook the folding fan, and the heat was so unbearable that he wanted to stick out his tongue.

Ye Zhaoqiu is the second product of internal refining and moving the mountain realm, and his true qi is automatically cycling all the time, and he has long been not afraid of the scorching heat and cold.

As for Liufeng and Gu Wuyang, their hearts are naturally cool.

“What a broken place, it’s no different from a stove, it’s really sinful.”

Just as Zhao Mang was cursing and cursing, several elderly people in the town, all on crutches, walked towards the old locust tree.

The leading old man, about 80 years old.

The ravine-like wrinkles were studded with dirt.

“Old Immortal Shen Ping, I have seen the Seventh Prince.”

The old man first hugged Zhao Mang with a fist, and then said with a solemn expression: “Before, the group of women in this town, as well as the group of dog men who were full of color, angered the Seventh Prince and the two girls.

“Old Immortal is here, on behalf of the whole town, I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to the Seventh Prince and to the two fairy-like girls.”

Words, plop a few times.

The seven most respected old men in the town knelt in front of Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, Liufeng, and Gu Wuyang.

Zhao Mang yawned, with a cold expression.

The reason why he killed people was because he was offended by the eyes of the townsman Chiguoguo at the entrance of the town before?!

These old immortals really think of themselves as devil who kills without blinking?

Zhao Mang never likes to kill.

Mo said that those royal brothers had hundreds, if not thousands, of lives on their hands.

Zhao Mang has killed more people than ordinary disciples.

It can be counted.

Zhao Mang’s favorite is to make her husband willingly kill his wife with his own hands through various means.

Let the wife chop up the children, and let the children cook the old father and mother alive.

“Old sir.”

Zhao Mang, who was squatting on the tree stump, looked down condescendingly at a few old people who buried their foreheads in the loess, and

said nonchalantly: “This palace came to your town this time to ask about that Mr. Qi Qingqi Qi about someone.

“Mr. Nehochi doesn’t want to tell me.”

“In desperation, this palace made this decision.”

“Old sir, I really, really don’t want to kill.”

“As long as Mr. Qi can tell me the news I want to know, the main palace will leave.”

“Killing Brother Ji Yuanji, this palace is also very heartbroken, after all, it is my Wei country’s people.”

“But sir, I really can’t help it.”

Suddenly, Zhao Mang closed the folding fan and gently tapped his head with the fan.

“Old sir, no, Brother Ji Yuan Ji was not killed by me.”

“His head was sawed off by his wife, Miss Xiao Ranxiao.”

“As the Seventh Prince of the Wei Capital, the future monarch of the Wei Kingdom, it is too late to love you, how can I kill my people?”

“Old sir, don’t you dare to say this kind of slanderous words that destroy people’s names~”

……

After a blaze of incense kung fu.

The little boy panted and ran back under the old locust tree.

Zhao Mang hurriedly asked, “Did Mr. Qi receive the gift?” The

boy nodded, “Received big brother.”

“Did Mr. Qi say anything?”

“Nope.”

Zhao Mang shoved a few gold leaves into the boy’s hand.

Smiling: “It’s hard, go home.”

The little boy smiled brightly, “Thank you big brother.” Looking

at the boy with a little blush, Zhao Mang’s eyes dripped.

“What’s your name?”

“Big brother, my name is Dumb.”

“Is it Mr. Qi’s student?”

“Yes.”

Zhao Mang narrowed his slender eyes slightly, “Dumb, brother is hungry, can I go to your house to eat something?”

The little boy said hospitablely, “Of course.” ”

……

One hour later.

The blazing sun is gradually sinking to the west.

A small loess courtyard in Wind Alley is full of dozens of small town residents.

“Dumb dead!”

“The child is so pitiful, it was sawed off by the mother’s own life.”

“Dumb dead? What the hell is going on?

“That Seventh Prince gave Dumb’s stepfather a silver ticket worth a thousand taels, and asked the man to sawn off Dumb’s head. I never thought that Dun resisted fiercely, and the man couldn’t suppress it for a while.

“What’s next?”

“Next, the Seventh Prince threatened Dumb’s mother, saying that he was going to kill Dumb’s stepfather.”

“The Dumb mother immediately took the saw from the man’s hand and sawed off her own son’s head with her own hands.”

“Strange to say, facing his stepfather, Dun is like a violent little tiger. In the face of his mother, he remained motionless from beginning to end, Mo said he resisted, and he didn’t even make a scream.

“Alas, you can’t blame the woman, after all, she is a widow, she really wants to die two husbands in a row, and no one in the town dares to marry again.”

“That’s right, if the son dies, he can have another one, and if the second husband dies, the woman will be Kefu’s lone star, and will become an outlier in our town.”

“That Seventh Prince, put Adu’s head into a jade box and sent it to Mr. Qi.”

“Damn Qi Qingyan, he is the culprit who deserves to be pickpocketed and cramped and broken corpses the most!”

“I’m wondering, isn’t that Seventh Prince just inquiring about someone’s news, why doesn’t the surname Qi want to tell him?”

“You said that if the surname Qi is still not in oil and salt, who will suffer next?”

“We can’t sit still, we have to act!”

……

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town.

Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, as well as Liufeng, Gu Wuyang, and the four of them all looked at the war horse that galloped towards the covered bridge.

The war horse carried a Janissary.

The Janissaries held a jade box containing Adu’s head in his arms.

“Ji Yuan has nothing to do with your surname Qi, you are cold-blooded and cold-hearted.”

“But Dun is your student, I want to see if you Qi Qingyan can still sit on the fishing platform.”

Zhao Mang’s eyes were bright and teasing.

“Ugh!”

On the ground, a scream startled Zhao Mang.

“You call a hammer?!”

Zhao Mang angrily looked at the flower-discolored flowing wind.

“The temple… Your Highness, what a big mouse! ”

Look in the direction of the flowing wind finger.

Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, and Gu Wuyang all gasped.

Across the long street, a cat-like white-haired rat stands upright like a human.

Two eyes like red onyx stared directly at the four people under the old locust tree.

After being discovered.

The white-haired rat is like an off-string arrow, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

ps: That’s it here today, tomorrow four more 10,000 words, write Zhao Mang’s plot at once, and open the day after tomorrow to verify the recommendation.

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Don’t scold if you don’t like it, the author is a person with advanced major depression, and there is a risk of burping at any time.