Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

#255 - Do you really dare not give me face? (Please order)

Yuchang Town is just a very ordinary small town in the mountainous Yuzhou area.

If there is anything special about it, it should be that it is built on a mountain. Due to the terrain, the buildings in the whole town are like intertwined fish intestines, and strangers can easily get lost in it.

A storyteller, who looked about thirty years old, with a square scarf wrapped around his head, was walking on the fish intestine-like road.

He seemed to know the way well, because this was his hometown.

At the end of the alley, there was a withered pine and cypress tree, like a piece of rotten wood, or like a corpse, standing there.

The storyteller directly pushed open the door next to it and walked in.

Here was a small courtyard, and behind the small courtyard there were three dark corridors.

Even the locals were not sure where these three corridors led to.

After all, this was a private residence, and it was reasonable to build this house as winding as fish intestines according to the mountain.

The storyteller walked straight into the corridor on the left.

After walking through a darkness, another dead tree appeared in front.

As a result, his figure flickered next to the dead tree and disappeared on the ground.

Under the tree was a dim space, which seemed to be an ancestral hall, which seemed solemn and mysterious.

The storyteller walked in it, his eyes seemed to be shining.

In front, a white screen appeared.

In front of the screen, stood a storyteller dressed like him.

The two had similar facial features, but one was full of wrinkles and looked a little old, so they didn't look like brothers, but more like a father and son or uncle.

The storyteller took the incense candles from the old storyteller and walked behind the screen.

At this time, many red lines had been hung above the ancestral hall.

A piece of meat was hanging in the tangled red lines.

The meat was black, and the surface was covered with textures, which looked like a liver or a kind of elixir.

The storyteller took off his square scarf, flicked his finger gently, and a cluster of flames bloomed at his fingertips, lighting the incense candles he brought.

The incense candles burned, reflecting the storyteller's face.

At this time, he was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to the hanging meat three times and nine times, chanting words.

It was as if he was facing not a piece of meat, but his ancestors, or gods.

More strangely, when the smoke from the incense burner rose, the black piece of meat actually wriggled.

Its performance began to show cracks and small holes, like mouths and nostrils, frantically sucking the incense candles.

At this time, the inside of the burning incense candles burned more violently, and it seemed that some things like hair and nails were mixed in it.

Da da da.

At this time, the black meat began to drop black juice, which fell into the porcelain bowl below.

The storyteller carefully wrapped the porcelain bowl in cloth and retreated.

Standing with the old man before.

The old man said coldly, with no expression on his face as if wearing a human skin mask: "I thought you wouldn't be back so soon."

The middle-aged storyteller replied: "I didn't expect it either."

"How is Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature)?" the old man asked.

"It will try its best to awaken our people," the middle-aged storyteller replied.

The old man said coldly: "Is the situation really so bad now that you need to use Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) so early?"

The middle-aged storyteller thought for a while and said: "During this period of time, although the number of our people has not decreased significantly, the willingness to control people's hearts and reverse right and wrong has weakened, and even Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) has noticed it."

The old man still looked numb and said, "Why is this so?"

"Great Hero Storytellers, this group of newly emerging demons actually have similar abilities to bewitch people's hearts as us. In the territories where they appear, they can gradually compete with us, which is not conducive to our unification of the Jianghu(江湖: the world of martial arts)," the middle-aged storyteller sighed.

"The storyteller created by Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan)?" the old man asked.

"It's him! Some time ago, he also destroyed the Zhupai(诛派: a group of people who want to kill a sect) led by the Huangshan Sword Sect in Juxian Village, and even the Huangshan Sword Sect's wife, who was the most popular before, was scared to death." the middle-aged storyteller explained.

"Zhao Ling, that crazy woman, thought that refining the Dragon Yuan could lead the Jianghu(江湖: the world of martial arts), it's just a dream," the old man said coldly.

"Why not kill the group of evil storytellers, and even kill Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan)?" the old man continued to question.

"They are very similar to us and cannot be killed completely," the middle-aged storyteller explained.

"How is that possible? Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan) is not Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature)!"

The old man, who had always been expressionless, showed emotional changes on his face for the first time.

"This is the strange thing. No matter how we deal with them, even if we kill them and dismember them everywhere, there will still be people who will stand up to be this Great Hero Storyteller, and there will be more and more."

Saying that, the middle-aged storyteller looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand and said, "This is why I came to ask for Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature). When Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) blood drips down, the bloodthirsty storyteller goes crazy. These four drops of Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) blood are enough to make our people appear in the two states like mushrooms after a spring rain."

Simply put, the bloodthirsty storytelling will appear as a person-to-person phenomenon.

At least in Qingzhou and Leizhou, their bloodthirsty storytellers will control the situation with an absolute numerical advantage.

The old man sighed: "Now Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) only has this remnant limb left, and there is not much blood that can flow."

The middle-aged storyteller lowered his head and said respectfully: "So Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) is very dissatisfied and wants uncle to serve him."

The old man's face twitched.

What could make his face twitch must be a terrible and uncomfortable thing.

You know, there are not many things in this world that can make him have emotions.

The old man said with a gloomy face: "For the sake of our ancestors, I am willing to give everything, but this is the last time I will help you, and these are the last few drops of Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) blood you can get. I really don't understand why you don't kill Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan)."

The middle-aged storyteller raised his eyebrows and said: "Yes, even without Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) to help me, I still have the ability to kill Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan), but it is not enough for me."

"Since they have such abilities, I want to eat them and let them become the nourishment for our clan and Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature)'s revival."

The old man looked at him and said, "I hope you don't disappoint me." Then he took off his clothes and walked naked behind the screen.

Visibly to the naked eye, his body, especially his buttocks, was covered with dark bruises, which looked like birthmarks or some kind of bite marks.

Almost at the same time, the red line behind the screen shaking and looked very excited.

The middle-aged storyteller bowed respectfully and left with Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) blood.

Jianghu(江湖: the world of martial arts) should usher in a round of person-to-person bloodthirsty storytelling blood tide!

The first to be swept away will be the Great Hero Storytellers led by Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan)!

Unfortunately, Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) only has a ruined body left and needs time and nourishment to replenish it. Otherwise, let alone a small Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan) and Great Hero Storytellers, the entire Jianghu(江湖: the world of martial arts) would have been controlled by them long ago.

The middle-aged storyteller knew that the most prosperous period of their ancestor Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) was also the most glorious time for their group.

When Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature) blood comes down, the bloodthirsty storytelling blood tide sweeps the world, and some people describe it as a plague, which is extremely difficult to resist.

The sect's records record that at that time, a Sui Lord(岁主: name of a person) like him could infect thousands of people like a person-to-person infection with a single word, for him to dispatch, just like the legendary " what you say becomes the law".

This is all a matter of time!

It is our duty to revive the glory of Tai Sui(太岁: a kind of legendary creature)!

Looking at the black blood in the porcelain bowl, the storyteller's eyes were full of fiery and crazy emotions.

Spring, unconsciously, spring is really coming.

Although the weather is still a bit cold, the wild cats on the cemetery mountain have begun to call spring, and the Murong brothers have begun to flaunting grooming their hair and wearing thin knife shirts that they think look the best.

Yuzhu Villa, a peaceful and quiet appearance.

Of course, there are also many fiery times.

For example, now, the Murong brothers and Duan Yun are standing on the top of the cemetery mountain, facing each other with knives.

The Murong brothers held the Biyue Knife and said, "You shouldn't have come."

"But I still came," Duan Yun replied, holding Tenderness.

"Don't think you can win me like last time! You kind of playboy person doesn't understand 'Listening to spring rain all night in a small building'." the Murong brothers said with a pure love face.

"Oh? Is that so? I know that more is good, and good is more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Faxiang Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing appeared behind him, just like his wings.

The Murong brothers kept their pure love expression and said seriously: "Let me say first, this time you are not allowed to hit my face, and you can't make me pee!"

He knew the embarrassment of his beloved woman being scared to pee by Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan).

Duan Yun said with a disgusted face: "Are you going to fight or not! If you don't fight, I'm going to eat!"

Feng Ling'er and others who came to watch also complained: "That's right, can you hurry up?"

Saying that, she said to Shen Ying, Ziyu and Ning Qing next to her: "Do you want to bet? I think he will only last for an incense stick at most."

Ning Qing looked at the two people on the top of the mountain and focused her eyes on the Murong brothers, saying: "But he has been working really hard recently and has become much stronger."

Feng Ling'er shook her head and said: "Sometimes, hard work is useless. I bet it will still be within an incense stick."

Ning Qing bit her lip and said: "I bet it will be more than an incense stick."

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Shen Ying pondered: "You can't hit his face, you can't make him pee, Duan Yun is also using a knife, not a sword, there are a lot of restrictions, I also bet it will be more than an incense stick."

Ziyu analyzed: "The Murong brothers have been working hard these days, and Duan Yun sleeps all day long, I also bet it will be more than an incense stick."

"Okay, place your bets! The bet is ten times cleaning the outhouse!"

Saying that, he took out the gambling tool, an incense stick, and inserted it into the grave next to him.

As soon as she finished speaking, the two people on the cemetery mountain moved.

I saw a bright knife light lit up, just like the spring breeze and drizzle outside the small building.

And what greeted it was Duan Yun's fist, a violent fist!

With a bang, just like spring thunder falling to the ground, the soil pile in the cemetery mountain exploded, and the black bamboo flew randomly.

I saw the Murong brothers' eyes were pure, their love was surging, and the knife in their hands came like rounds of full moon.

Duan Yun's left hand was smoothly connected to the strange fist and Faxiang Xiaoqing, and his right hand cut out six layers of spring rain and Xiaoyu's one layer of spring rain, just like two people who were in complete harmony, forming seven layers of spring rain.

In the past, Duan Yun had to roar to cut out seven layers of spring rain.

Now it's just a piece of cake!

Duan Yun opened his bows left and right, his left fist was strong and fierce, and his right knife was refined, combined together, like a thousand layers of waves, making people overwhelmed.

The Murong brothers were clearly facing one person, but they had the illusion of being besieged by two pairs of adulterers.

During this period of time, Duan Yun and "Wings" have become more and more tacitly coordinated, just like when he, Feng Ling'er and Shen Ying cooked together before, it felt like a family of three.

Ziyu couldn't help but murmur as she watched this scene: "How many people can this old demon be good with? How does it feel like he doesn't even let Faxiang go?"

At this time, everyone became nervous.

Because the time for an incense stick was almost up.

I have to say that the Murong brothers' efforts during this period of time have not been in vain.

His green knife with endless hatred and the pure love of listening to spring rain all night in a small building can be switched seamlessly.

No, it can even stimulate each other. The pure love of listening to spring rain all night in a small building can stimulate the hatred and pain of the green knife, just like a casual book. The more pure love in the front, the more flustered it will be when it turns green in the back.

The fist and knife qi collided together, and the surrounding black bamboo broke and flew, and the unattended graves exploded.

Seeing that only the last section of the incense stick was left, I only heard a "Oh!" sound.

The swordsman Murong brothers, who were originally stimulated by the green knife and had a pure love face, were hit by a fist, and their heads plowed through dozens of graves like plowing a field, and then

fell down!

Lying there constantly spitting soil!

Feng Ling'er said excitedly: "I won!"

"Brother Duan is great, Brother Duan is so strong!"

Shen Ying and Ziyu couldn't help but blame the Murong brothers: "Can't you be more competitive!"

"Hold on for a little longer!"

Saying that, Shen Ying smashed the earthen grave next to her with a punch, just like a gambling dog who lost and was mad!

Ning Qing helped up the Murong brothers and comforted: "You are very powerful."

The pure love swordsman who had fallen down suddenly seemed to be full of power again, and said to Duan Yun with a pure love face: "This young hero will win you next time!"

Life is going on like this without any surprises. When many peach blossoms have bloomed in the yard, everyone knows that spring is really coming!

Ning Qing is also used to living in Yuzhu Villa.

Just like even if she occasionally glances at Duan Yun's handsome face, she is also used to being by the Murong brothers' side.

Looking at handsome men is not overstepping the rules, but a instinctive appreciation.

This is what normal women do.

If it is wrong, then it is a mistake that all women will make.

Because she will not participate in the competition for Duan Laomo(段老魔: Old Devil Duan), Ning Qing has excellent popularity. She forms an alliance with Feng Ling'er in the morning, has a deep sisterhood with Shen Ying in the afternoon, and discusses the plot with Ziyu in the evening.

This day, she and Ziyu agreed to go to Xiaochun City to buy clothes together.

In the evening, the Murong brothers sat outside the gate, waiting for Ning Qing to come back like a stone waiting for wife.

Feng Ling'er said with a disgusted face: "You've only been out for an hour, and you're like feels like forever."

Shen Ying teased: "What do you mean feels like forever, it's like you've lost your soul."

Yes, there is a consensus in Yuzhu Villa, that is, the Murong brothers are true love-struck people, the kind who would hang themselves if they left their beloved woman.

There's no way, he knows pure love and green knives too well!

You know, after experiencing several incidents where the person he liked was his own sister, he was waiting here to die.

And now, after experiencing hardships, he has met a Ning Qing who is very likely not his sister, so he doesn't want to live or die.

When it was about to get dark, the Murong brothers had begun to sit still.

"Why is it taking so long?"

Feng Ling'er explained, "Women always take some time when they go out to buy clothes and jewelry. Look at us when we go fishing; we can fish for a whole day and night."

The Murong brothers nodded.

But he still couldn't settle down and said, "Ning Qing always comes back before dark."

"Could something have happened?"

"No, I have to go look for her!"

Saying that, he went out.

Duan Yun and the others knew they couldn't stop this lovesick fool, so they could only let him go.

It was completely dark, and dinner was ready, but there was still no sign of Ning Qing and Ziyu, and even the Murong brothers who went out to look for them hadn't returned.

An invisible pressure spread, and Duan Yun and the other two couldn't sit still either.

Shen Ying said, "Could it be the Mingyu Palace?"

Duan Yun stood up, his eyes cold and clear, and said, "I'll go take a look."

"I'll go too!"

"Me too."

So, the Jade Pearl Three Heroes, who were originally left to cook, also left the mountain village, a complete mobilization, heading towards Little Spring Town.

Tonight, there were no stars or moon, and walking on the road, Duan Yun also became a little nervous.

Just like when he returned to the mountain village cellar, when the Murong brothers didn't come out for a long time.

It was a false alarm at the time, but what about this time?

Could it be that someone really doesn't give him face?