The First Cause of All Realms

"Brother Guan is not busy, and... eh?"

Liu Wenpeng said casually for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. The scream seemed to be Guan Shanshui...

He turned around suddenly, stunned.

I saw a large piece of yellow and white things splashing like rain, and the always good-looking Daoist Guan shouted to dodge, but he still poured his face.

The stench came.

"Me too!"

Guan Shanshui trembled all over.

When he shot, he had already noticed that the aura of the person behind the wall was only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and he didn't care at all.

But he forgot that behind the wall was a thatched hut.

He didn't react for a while, and he was covered in filth, and immediately became furious. With a backhand, he was about to kill Li Er who was vomiting and retching from behind the wall.

"Stop!"

After the collapsed thatched hut, Liu Qingqing, who was late with the yellow-maned horse, shouted loudly and threw a long sword.

clang~

Guan Shanshui flicked the long sword with one finger, and a look of consternation flashed on his furious face: "Big, young master?"

"Master Guan, are you... vomit?"

Liu Qingqing took two steps forward, and when he smelled the stench, he retched.

"Qing'er?"

Liu Wenpeng's face sank, and he reprimanded: "How dare you take action against Brother Guan? Why don't you apologize quickly!"

"Master..."

Liu Qingqing held her breath and stepped forward. She glanced at Li Eryi and the two who were vomiting wildly, and she felt a 'crack' in her heart.

Busy hand in apology:

"My nephew was also impatient, don't blame my uncle. These two are the storytellers that my nephew invited from the city..."

"Humph!"

Guan Shanshui's anger did not subside, he was too lazy to listen so much, he flicked his hand and went to wash himself.

"Mr. Storyteller?"

Coldly swept over Li Eryi, who was vomiting on his stomach, Liu Wenpeng's face was gloomy:

"You are too reckless!"

"Father, forgive me!"

Liu Qingqing was afraid for a while.

He ordered people to invite Li Eryi, and he went to the horse farm in Fuzhong to choose a good horse to see him off.

But where did he think that he was away for a while and nearly killed his life.

"Come on!"

Liu Wenpeng snorted coldly, and the yamen serving outside the door had hurried over, pushing Li Eryi to the ground regardless of the stench.

"Father, this, this is really a misunderstanding."

Liu Qingqing hurriedly pleaded for mercy.

"Humph!"

Liu Wenpeng didn't even look at him, snorted coldly, and had him put in jail.

Li Eryi was dizzy and dizzy, and for a while he had no strength to defend himself. He only felt that he would have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet Liu Qingqing.

"Father!"

Liu Qingqing felt anxious, drew his sword to stop the yamen, and said solemnly:

"Father, he is my guest!"

"Damn things!"

Liu Wenpeng took a stand.

Liu Qingqing's body trembled, but she still gritted her teeth.

"You~"

Father and son looked at each other, but Liu Wenpeng's attitude softened:

"Uncle Guan is so embarrassed today, how can you let this person go? For my father, this is to save his life..."

He knew too much about his son's temperament.

He was rebellious since he was a child, and he let him study literature, but he only studied martial arts.

If you kill someone in front of him, I'm afraid it will be ugly.

"This……"

Liu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Guan Shanshui with a gloomy face, he had no choice but to agree.

The origin of this Taoist Guan is mysterious, but his martial arts are very high. Although he has exchanged blood twice, he is not his opponent at all.

He could only sigh and back away:

"Temporarily wronged Mr...."

……

One night, the north wind came, and it snowed again.

The silver shavings scattered all over the mountains covered the tragic battlefield not long ago, and the **** smell that lingered for many days also dissipated.

Shasha~

In the snowstorm, several figures looked at the cottage from a distance.

These people are tall or short, and they are all strong and brave. On a snowy day, they only wear short black clothes.

"Ow~"

The mastiff growled.

"Have you found anything?"

The scarred face of the former mastiff had a happy expression and loosened the chains.

The mastiff dog, which is also like a calf, immediately ran away, followed by a few people, and it didn't take long before they came to a wilderness not far away.

"A lot of corpses..."

Someone whispered.

"There were two groups of people here. One group buried the corpses, and the other group dug them up. Perhaps the former was what Liansheng taught those lunatics to say, "catch fast?"

The mustache frowned:

"Who dug the grave?"

"My bones are all broken. I'm afraid the person who does it is not much worse than that Wang Fobao! Where did Heishan City invite such a good player?"

The scarred-faced man looked at the heavy snow that closed the mountain, his face was gloomy, and under the heavy snow, no matter how many traces there were, no one could be found.

With just a mastiff, there is absolutely no way.

"If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple!"

The mustache 'hehe' sneered, but looked in the direction of Heishan County:

"As long as the eldest brother recovers from his injuries, this blood feud will naturally be avenged by blood! This Black Mountain City..."

"Big brother is planning to attack Heishan City?"

The hearts of a few thieves jumped, and they felt a little dazed.

No matter how small a county is, it is still a city. Unlike a village, not to mention that it cannot be defeated, but even if it is defeated, it will inevitably attract troops to encircle and suppress it.

Not to mention, with their manpower, there is absolutely no possibility of looting the city.

"It's not enough for us alone."

The scar-faced man smiled grimly, and the scar-faced centipede seemed to be twisting:

"These murderers, I haven't been idle this month! There are powerful cottages in Montenegro~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but there are a few more!"

"How many agreed?"

A few bandits were both surprised and delighted.

Montenegro is very big. Although they are called the Thirty Thieves of Montenegro, they are only the most famous among them. The strength is slightly weaker, and there are a few more.

"Those rats, who only dare to plunder these muddy legs in the countryside, how dare they offend the gentlemen in the city?"

The scar-faced bandit sneered disdainfully:

"However, when they see the corpse of this stockade, I won't believe it, they can still hold on!"

"Then who will deal with Wang Fobao..."

The tall and thin thief has lingering fears.

That Wang Fobao was seriously injured in Qingzhou, but he still couldn't get out of bed for several months after his boss was seriously injured.

And he was wounded twice, but he was still a terrible mess. In the last prison robbery, they were almost killed.

It was a fluke last time, so what if we meet again?

"Wang Fobao..."

The face of the scar-faced bandit suddenly turned gloomy.

These days, he didn't want to kill that catcher, but when he recalled the battle that day, he still had some heart palpitations.

He is far from his opponent.

"He? Naturally someone will deal with it..."

The eight-character hu's tone was faint:

"Not only him, but even this master will naturally have someone to clean up."

"Third brother is talking about Lianshengjiao?"

The scar-faced bandit suddenly felt a little apprehensive:

"Are we really going to join forces with those lunatics?"

"Everything, wait for the big brother to recover from his injuries, otherwise, just the few of us won't be able to hold down those stockades!"

Touching the lower back, the mustache's face was like ice, and his eyes were malicious:

"Wang Fobao, it won't be too long before we meet again!"

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