Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 745 Barbarians, your whole family are barbarians
"Kunlun slave, are you fucking going to betray the water?"

The scar-faced man roared, of course he knew Murong Yanchao, because Master Cixian can be regarded as one of the main forces in this incident.

This is not nonsense, because Master Cixian's main teaching place before was actually Khitan.

Most of the monks under Shuluping's command who opposed and slandered the Six Dharma School on the grassland were disciples of Master Cixian in Khitan.

Cao Yancun knew that there were not only diviners waiting for Zhang Tie on the grassland, but also through Master Cixian.

Even among the Buddhist sects in the Central Plains, among the many temples that united with Cao Renzun to prepare for the incident, they also planned to hold up the well-known Master Cixian afterwards to fight against Zhang Ting's supreme identity.

Didn't you, Zhang Tie, say you were going to Tianzhu to protect the Dharma?Then let the eminent monk from Tianzhu expose your lies with his own mouth.

Therefore, Master Cixian could know where Cao Yuanzhong was locked up, and which room Luo Yuer's family members were in.

Naturally, Murong Yanchao, as the bodyguard of Master Cixian, is also known by many people.

Although everyone didn't know that he was Yan Kunlun, who was famous all over the world, they all gave him the nickname Kunlun Slave.

Murong Yanchao was so angry that his seven orifices were full of smoke. This small-eyed, pockmarked, black-faced and curly-haired Kunlun slave has made Murong Yanchao stare all the time since he was a child.

When he grows up, if ordinary people call him Yan Kunlun, he will kill people, not to mention calling him Kunlun slave directly, which will be more irritating to the person involved than calling him Hu'er in front of An Lushan.

At that moment, Murong Yanchao let out a strange cry, and took a big step with his right foot, as if the person had changed shape, he immediately came to the scar-faced monk.

The scar-faced monk didn't expect Murong Yanchao to come so quickly, without even pulling out the horizontal knife, the cooked copper mace with the whistling sound of wind had already swept towards him.

The scar-faced monk could only shrink his head back desperately, to avoid being hit on the head first, but his shrinking back was as if he hadn't, because Murong Yanchao's first move was a false move, a real killing move. It was the left hand that stabbed in the chest.

There was a crisp sound of 'dong', and the wrought copper mace weighed seven or eight catties and had a tapered head, which was almost like an iron gun when stabbed in the chest.

The scar-faced monk let out a scream, and he staggered a few times, his consciousness was in a trance due to the severe pain.

But at this time, just now, Murong Yanchao's bluffed mace turned a strange corner and turned into a blow from the sky.

The scar-faced monk had armor, but he didn't have an iron helmet on his head. Murong Yanchao mercilessly hit his head, and directly smashed his head open, spraying red and white all over the ground.

All of this seemed to take a long time, but in fact it was completed in an instant.

After that, Murong Yanchao was like an excited war machine, his majestic body jumped up and down with extreme flexibility, and the cooked copper mace weighing seven or eight catties was as easy as a twig in his hand, and the majestic fake mace around him The monks were beaten to a bloody mess.

This is the strength of a peerless warrior!

We must know that in history, before Gao Huaide and Zhao Kuangyin grew up, Murong Yanchao was one of the three great enemies of ten thousand people along with Huangfu Yu and Fu Yanqing.

Murong Yanchao could come and go freely even when the Khitan's Pishi army cavalry surrounded him.

Although this guy has a lot of underworld attributes, likes to bully the weak and fear the hard, has shallow eyelids, and is greedy for wealth and wealth, but when he really shows his strength, he can still be worthy of the terrifying title of enemy of ten thousand people.

On the wall, several shooters from the Tuyuhun Helian Division brought by Helian Hailong were also shooting people in the courtyard one by one.

Whether it was these fake monks or Cao Renzun's guards, they were either beaten to death by Murong Yanchao, or shot to death by the shooters of the Helian tribe.

Cao Renzun's soul was terrified, and he wanted to escape to the quiet room in the monastery, but Helian Hailong shot an arrow and hit Cao Renzun's thigh.

The old man screamed, hugged his injured thigh, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing that the enemies in the monastery had been wiped out, Cao Yuanzhong appeared from outside the door.

He has been tortured enough for the past three days. Although he will not be tortured, he is only allowed to drink a bowl of cold porridge to survive. After three days, he can already be called emaciated.

"You damn thief Hu, the Cao family has been ruined by you!"

Cao Yuanzhong looked at Cao Renzun, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

In the past three days, he thought about the matter carefully, and immediately found something was wrong.

In history, Cao Yuanzhong was also a capable man who was able to follow his father and brother, and put the declining regime of the Guiyi Army into obscurity for more than [-] years.

He realized that this incident that could have been avoided was caused by his good son-in-law Zhang Shengren and this stupid uncle in front of him together.

Cao Yuanzhong really didn't know whether he was angered by Cao Renzun or by his good son-in-law Zhang Yu for this nameless fire.

Cao Renzun looked at Cao Yuanzhong, and his throat twitched. He wanted to beg for mercy, but this blasphemous sentence hurt Cao Renzun deeply.

In an instant, he forgot the danger in front of him, and it seemed that the leg pierced by the arrow didn't hurt so much anymore.

He took a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it out at Cao Yuanzhong, "Bitch slave, we didn't take him in back then. Your ancestors f*cking starved to death long ago. You're a fucking thief, bastard slave, bastard slave!"

Cao Renzun cursed hoarsely, and Cao Yuanzhong was so frightened that he couldn't help taking a step back, because he suddenly felt that even if his leg was injured, Cao Renzun seemed to be able to jump up and give him two big pussies.

Murong Yanchao looked at Cao Renzun's appearance, this cold-blooded murderer, and suddenly felt a little sympathy in his heart.

Once upon a time, Murong Yanchao was always scolded as a Kunlun slave in front of his face like this, and he was so painful that he couldn't live without it.

Damn, isn't Lao Tzu just with dark skin and curly hair, how can I be a Kunlun slave?

"Cao Sanlang, you lowly slave, I want you to die at the place of the bird!" Cao Renzun looked at Cao Yuanzhong with resentment, his anger had completely overwhelmed his rationality.

Amidst the furious scolding, Cao Renzun suddenly withdrew a cylindrical object from his robe, and then ignited it with lightning speed.

"Not good!" Cao Yuanzhong yelled and wanted to grab it, but it was too late.

'Whee~ boom! The firework in Cao Renzun's hand shot up into the sky, and then exploded brilliantly, while he laughed wildly on the ground.

Murong Yanchao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the function of this thing should be to warn the outsiders.

"Not good!" Murong Yanchao jumped up immediately, "There are more than a hundred of their accomplices in Daxingshan Temple, what do we do now?"

Murong Yanchao looked at Cao Yuanzhong, and couldn't help being a little bit blamed, you said you scolded something else?If you have to scold Hulu, that's it!

Cao Yuanzhong was also sweating profusely. He waved his hand, "Go to Master Cixian. There are still dozens of Cao's children in custody. We can resist for a while."

After speaking, Cao Yuanzhong looked at Murong Yanchao again and said, "No! You can't all go, and someone has to report the news. Who can rush out?"

Murong Yanchao patted his head with a headache, took off the scar-faced monk's inner armor on the ground and put it on himself, and thrust the cooked copper mace into his back with both hands.

"Cao Gong, a certain family will definitely be able to break through."

"Okay! Then you go to Baqiao to inspect the yamen, and let Baqiao inspector Chen bring people to rescue quickly!"

As he said that, Cao Yuanzhong took off his boots, cut them open with a dagger, and a gold medal fell out with a clang.

"This is the spare gold seal of the Provincial Defense Envoy. With it, you can order the capitals and catchers of the various patrol inspections and mobilization inspection divisions in Guanzhong."

Murong Yanchao held this gold seal with a strong smell in a daze. Judging from the smell, Cao Yuanzhong might not have been wearing it in his shoes all the time.

"Sure enough, it's Weng-in-law, all of them are the same thing."

Murong Yanchao muttered, and rushed out the door with a yell on purpose, and soon attracted the attention of several thieves, and then the screams of the thieves rang out.

"What about this old thief?" Helian Hailong helped Cao Yuanzhong to leave.

Cao Yuanzhong glanced at Cao Renzun, who was pale and bleeding all over the place.

"Kill him!" Cao Yuanzhong only thought for a second, and immediately made a decision. Cao Renzun must not be allowed to live, otherwise this idiot will bite out many people in Pei Yuan's hands.

Don't overestimate Pei Yuan's moral standard and cruelty, that guy is not a good person!
Helian Hailong heard the words, holding a dagger in one hand, amidst Cao Renzun's terrified hooting, he directly lifted the only surviving elder of the Cao family, and then slammed it into his heart. With the handle of the knife, he stirred violently again to make sure that he would not be able to die again.

. . . .

Luoyang, the capital of the gods, has six inspection gates in the capital of the gods.

"So, you kid is here to hold me hostage?"

Cao Yanming was wearing silk and satin casual clothes, and his whole body was like a lump of glutinous rice dumpling, slumped on the large grand master's chair.

This thing is a sketch drawn by Zhang Tie, and carefully designed by Cao Yanming. After making a few, poor Zhang Shengren hasn't enjoyed it much, and it's all cheap Cao Yanming.

"Hey! Uncle Sixteen, don't say it so harshly. My nephew is asking you to go out and take charge of the big plan. This is a great thing for our Cao family. Uncle Sixteen doesn't want to be crowned king or something?"

The person who spoke was a yellow-headed brawny man of the Cao family clan, who had been serving as the deputy general in the six gates of the Shendu. Unexpectedly, he had been persuaded by Cao Renzun a long time ago.

Now he came up with a group of people, saying that he was asking Cao Yanming to preside over the plan, but in fact he wanted to hold Cao Yanming hostage and ask him to trick him into opening the gate of Ziwei Palace, the capital of the gods.

Cao Yanming laughed angrily. In front of his yellow-headed nephew, he took out the gun with a thick barrel that Zhang Shengren had turned into a pistol. Then, like tinkering with a toy, he charged, reloaded, and inserted a matchlock.

The yellow-headed nephew smiled contemptuously. This Uncle Sixteen just doesn't know how to do business. He is a dignified general. Shit.

If this is yourself, if you don't hurry up to grab power and grab money, you can enjoy the delicious wine, beauties, BMW cars, and delicacies of mountains and seas.

After a while, Cao Yanming loaded the ammo and checked whether the gunpowder had been tamped, and then a gratified smile appeared on his face.

"It's good to be crowned king! A certain man is worried that he lacks a little military merit so that he can be crowned king, so you have sent me to your door, nephew. You are indeed a good and filial boy."

The yellow-headed nephew was made a little nervous by Cao Yanming's smile, but he didn't realize the meaning of Cao Yanming's words, so he forced himself to laugh a few times.

"It's great if Uncle Sixteen thinks so, let's go out with my nephew now."

"Who said that a certain family is going out with you, and a certain family only needs your head, plus this in hand, it is enough to be crowned king." Cao Yanming said, and slowly pointed the gun at the yellow-headed nephew's chest.

He didn't dare to aim his head, that would be too obvious, the other idiots hadn't seen it before, but he had seen the spraying of the pear blossom gun.

Sure enough, seeing Cao Yanming pointing an iron pipe at himself, the yellow-headed nephew laughed three times, and he pulled his hands, revealing the ring lock armor and the breastplate worn inside his robe.

"Uncle Sixteen, my nephew and the boys behind me came here on purpose. You don't have a dagger in your hand, and you still want to kill your nephew? Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" Cao Yanming also laughed out loud.

"There are too many fools in this world, who gave you the courage to dare to act presumptuously in front of a true god who masters the way of heaven and earth!
Go to hell, you ignorant pickle! "

'boom! There was a huge explosion, and a brilliant flame burst out from the thick gun barrel. After the black gunpowder burned, smoke and dust rose up. Cao Yanming's fat face was blackened by smoke, but he smiled very happily.

The yellow-headed nephew took several steps back, as if he had been hit on the chest by a hammer from the void. He felt a little breathless, as if something had penetrated into his chest.

In fear, he looked down, and there was a huge hole in the solid chainmail armor, the surrounding armor leaves were all torn and deformed, blood mixed with minced meat, flowing out as if vomiting.

The world began to spin, and the yellow-headed nephew raised his hand and pointed at Cao Yanming with difficulty. He really wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"Yuhou!" The yellow-headed nephews screamed and rushed forward.

'boom!boom! ’ Qingfeng and Qingxu also fired the pistols, and immediately two more fell down, and the remaining two soldiers screamed and ran out in a hurry.

Cao Yanming also quickly ran back, the loading of the pistol was too troublesome, and he couldn't fire it in a short time, but he still had a "big baby!" '

Angry howls sounded, and the yellow-headed nephew and his party who were killed by Cao Yanming rushed up in groups, perhaps 30 to [-] people.

However, when they kicked open the gate, they were surprised to find that Cao Yanming and the others did not run away, but were behind a strange big tube, smiling at them strangely.

"Boom!" An even more terrifying sound sounded, and the flames lit up the small study room of the inspector's office. In the gorgeous flames, a huge bullet the size of a human head galloped violently out.

The strong man who was hit first didn't even have time to snort, and he was directly blasted into minced meat, and even the soldiers behind him were not spared, but any slight contact would result in broken bones and tendons.

When these people rushed up, they were very close together. The study room was small, and before they had time to disperse after entering the door, they were hit in the head. One can imagine the tragedy.

However, Cao Yanming and others were having a hard time. They underestimated the huge recoil force of the artillery, and there was no pile of soil around them in sacks. They just made a wooden base and pressed it with a few stones.

As a result, when the fire was fired, the shells were shot out, but the barrels also went up into the sky. The barrels of thousands of kilograms were flying in the air, and there were also stones and pieces of wood all over the sky. It was really terrifying. .

Qingfeng and Qingxu ran around like two terrified hamsters, but Cao Yanming didn't, he actually walked forward immediately.

Looking at the stumped limbs, broken arms and even minced meat all over the floor, Cao Yanming stretched out his hand to pick up a completely deformed piece, which should be a piece of steel inlaid in the cloth-covered iron armor, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Qinghe, Qingzheng, Qinglin, I didn't lie to you, yeah it succeeded!"

Cao Yanming originally had five direct disciples, but Qing He and the other three had already died, and the remaining Qing Feng and Qing Xu were also covered in scars.

Even himself, in an experiment two years ago, was almost blinded by the blast, and he still has the scar on the right half of his face from that horrible explosion.

In four years, Cao Yanming's disciples, apprentices and even craftsmen, not only three, but a total of 20 victims.

Outside the door, five or six rebel soldiers who were lucky enough to survive looked at Cao Yanming, who looked like a demon god, and burst into tears amid the rising smoke and flying pieces of meat.

They screamed a few times at the same time, their hearts were so frightened, they ran out rolling and crawling.

　I was called to participate in the training just now, and I am short of [-] words, so I will make up for it within this week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)