Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 329 [Northern Mang Empress, Killing Husband and usurping the Throne]

Outside the inn, Murong Jiangshen laughed and said:

"Under my lord's spear, whoever can last ten rounds, wants to be an official, wants gold, wants to be a girl, you can speak up!"

As soon as this remark came out, the meaning of provocation was extremely strong, and immediately, people in the world were full of curses.

"Little bastard, last night, your old mother boasted to me that she was too big. Come on, call me daddy!"

As soon as the words fell, the man died under the arrows.

"Murong Guawazi, poke your ass up, I haven't touched a woman in a few days, look at your delicate skin and tender flesh..."

The person who spoke, before finishing his sentence, was pierced by the iron spear thrown by Murong Jiangshen.

It takes three or five cups of tea, a hundred riders, and most of them have been killed.

Those Jianghu people, except for those who saw the situation was not good halfway, sneaked away, and those who returned to the inn building.

The rest of the people were all dead and wounded.

Murong Jiangshen, drove the horse forward, bent down and pulled out the iron spear.

One by one, they stabbed to death those martial artists who hadn't died yet.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he ordered the remaining [-] cavalry to go and cut the weeds.

He led more than ten riders into the courtyard again, and said with a smile:
"Old thief Sui Song, come out and die!"

During this period, the female proprietress kept talking, but Xu Qianqiu didn't say a word, and let the proprietress talk to herself and talk to herself.

The land of Beimang, eight states, four prefectures, and two capitals.

For Xu Qianqiu's trip, the first step is to make a detour around the eight outer states.

Those heavily guarded places in Gyeonggi will finally decide whether to go or not based on the development of the situation.

The empress of Beimang killed her husband and usurped the throne.

Therefore, two national surnames appeared in Beimang: Yelu and Murong.

The former, Yelu, had lost his glory, so he had to live under the fence, shivering under the skirt of His Majesty the Emperor.

The latter, Murong, once in power, is mostly arrogant and domineering, and has a very bad reputation.

The Liyang Dynasty, the family of princes and princes, is indeed very different from Beimang.

In the Beimang Dynasty, a mere Murong Jiangshen had such force and courage.

Bei Mang was a martial artist, brave and good at fighting, it was really engraved in his bones.

Xu Qianqiu suddenly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

The door of the room was quietly pushed open, and a reckless man covered in blood came in, holding a bronze axe in his hand.

After seeing the woman proprietress who was a strong woman at the waist of the bucket, she closed the door like her own mother and wiped her face, which was covered in blood.

After sitting down, he tore a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth like a starving ghost. With lingering fear in his heart, he muttered:

"Sister Fan, the way out has been blocked by the Murong family's little boy, and all the horses in the stable have been killed.

Please do me a favor and let my brother and I avoid the limelight here.

From now on, my brother will no longer pay on credit.

That Murong boy with a pretty face, an iron spear, weighs fifty or sixty catties, in his hand, he can wield it freely, just like an embroidery needle.

This kid is so powerful!

Lu Liang, the son of a bitch, gave birth to a son without an asshole, and lied to me that Murong Jiangshen and his gang of sons and brothers are all waste that dare not kill chickens.

Alas, that's all, Lu Liang is dead, and his eggs are in the sky, so I won't scold him anymore. "

The female proprietress turned her head and gave the man a blank look, and asked angrily:

"Where is my man? Drunk to death?"

The man scratched his head, laughed and said:
"Running in a hurry, I didn't pay attention to Brother Xie.

Sister Fan, be careful with your man, hook up with the girls you trained.

I know that those little girls are obedient to Brother Xie and worship them very much. "

Hearing this, the proprietress put her hands on her hips and said angrily:

"I bother!
That damn ghost, even the old lady's own field is still uncertain, so she has the ability to go to other places to open up wasteland and cultivate fields? "

The man narrowly escaped death, squinted his eyes and said:

"Brother Xie, you are indeed a sick child, eight feet tall, but as thin as a monkey.

It is estimated that even a hundred catties may not be there.

Sister Fan, are you interested in fighting my brother and me for a hundred rounds? "

The lady proprietress, a strong woman, glanced sideways, and said contemptuously:
"My man has no idea about women under two hundred catties.

My old lady has no idea about a man weighing more than one hundred catties!
This is called, a match made in heaven!

What are you trying to do!
Just like you, take off your trousers, show me, is that little earthworm as heavy as two or two?

If there is, cut it off with a knife, and ask Qin Wuzu to fry a pot of meat for you, lest you will not be full! "

The man is thick-skinned, but at this moment, he is also defeated.

Biting the roast leg of lamb, no more words.

The waiter in the dark shop, Qin Wuzu, ran to the door at this moment.

After finally finding the right owner, he said angrily:

"Madam proprietress, I'll go up and down the inn, wash and cook, feed the horses, do chores, cook, and even be that shameful turtle.

Working hard, but only giving me the same amount of money every month.

The boss said yes, give me a salary increase this year, but until now...

You are so black-hearted and stingy, in my life, only in the year of the ox can I redeem the cherries to be my daughter-in-law.

Be careful I quit!
Without me, Yatoulu will be closed for sure!

Also, that boy in white, I almost lost my life because of your four bad horses.

Turn around, deduct ten taels of silver from your deposit, and return it to me.

Ma'am, if you stop me, I'll be in a hurry with you! "

The proprietress threw a handful of melon seed shells at him and scolded with a smile:

"Get out!"

Xu Qianqiu finally spoke, nodded and said:
"no problem!"

The waiter asked with a bitter face:
"Miss Boss, it's already dark outside, why don't you let the boss take care of it?

If the inn is really demolished, I will have to do hard work in the end.

By the way, that chivalrous man in white who looked like a master had just gone upstairs.

From my point of view, most of them went for that girl.

I think they are quite pitiful. "

The female proprietress, with a strange yin and yang, let out a yo, squinted her eyes and said with a smile:

"Qin Wuzu, you can do it!

It's amazing to have a chivalrous heart!
You feel pitiful and capable, so go and give that swordsman a bench.

If the old lady stops you, it is your real old lady! "

The waiter with a dark face, flushed and purple, grabbed a bench from the room, and immediately rushed out.

Not long after, there was a bang outside.

The man who was eating the roast leg of lamb was sneaky and sneaked out to take a look.

When he came back, he had an unbelievable expression on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in disbelief:

"Damn it, this kid is so stupid that he overthrew that white-clothed swordsman.

Zheng was foaming at the mouth, lying in the corridor, his limbs twitching.

The boy in the shop waiter picked up the sword and ran away. "

Hearing this, the proprietress was not surprised when she learned that the boy had succeeded, she curled her lips and said:
"This bastard knows how to make a move.

Back then, I kept pestering my man, and I was so annoying by him.

So, he taught him a hand.

Even though he only knows one trick, one trick is fresh, and he can eat it all over the world, he can deal with soft bastards like you who are not useful. "

The man gave a thumbs up and flattered:
"The proprietress's duck-head green inn is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

While speaking, the waiter Qin Wuzu, who was running away with his sword in his hand, was dragged into the room by a tall, thin, sick man, holding his ears.

The swarthy young man held the silver sheathed sword tightly, and said stubbornly:
"If you don't pay it back, you won't pay it back! If you kill me, you won't pay it back!

That swordsman, his own ability is useless, so he is not in the world.

He was easily knocked down by my unique move, and he deserved to lose his weapon. "

The swordsman in white was Murong Zhangtai who pretended to enter the inn in disguise.

But he never thought that he would be knocked down by someone, foaming at the mouth.

(End of this chapter)