Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 35
pan mansion.

in the courtyard.

He Shuhua, the treasurer of Qihuangtang in Linjiang City, hosted a banquet for the head of the Zhang family.

The dishes are extremely delicate, and there is a full table, but only two people are seated.

Behind He Shuhua stood two maids, but behind Jiuji was only Xiaocui, a maid.

He Shuhua has obviously been well-dressed, her lips are red, her teeth are white, her skin is whiter than snow, and she is wearing a white dress with a well-cut palace attire.

"Master Zhang... how about this dish?"

"The smell is good." Jiuji replied with a smile.

"Pour wine for Patriarch Zhang." He Shuhua ordered the maid behind her.

"This is the top-grade Fen wine produced in Liuxiang City. It has a pleasant fragrance and is mellow and refreshing. Please, Master Zhang!" He Shuhua raised her hand and said.

Fragrant water wine, accompanied by a table of delicious food.

He Shuhua, who was so fragrant, picked up the dishes herself, and she was really eloquent, which made people's appetite whet.

The two chatted from wine to food, and gradually developed a tacit understanding.

"Hoo! Ha!"

not far away.

More than a dozen martial artists are gathering together to practice boxing. A martial artist does not practice true energy. Although he spends money to show off his legs all his life, he relies on this to make a living. Even if he can't beat a martial artist, he will always beat ordinary people, even if he can't beat ordinary people People, he always wants to scare off ordinary people.

If you don't practice boxing and only eat meat, and don't sweat but grow fat, the master will also feel guilty when he sees it, why should he get ten taels of silver a month, and sooner or later he will be kicked out of the house.

A group of martial artists practiced boxing, which attracted Xiaocui's attention, and she couldn't help turning her gaze to the courtyard.

This naturally fell under the observation of Jiuji's mind.

Jiu Ji Lue pondered for a while and suddenly asked: "How about the martial artist who fought against Xiao Cui yesterday?"

"It has been sent back to the countryside." He Shuhua said.

"Not dead yet?"

"Send it back to the countryside for burial."

"Does the family not pursue it?"

"I signed a life-and-death agreement a long time ago, and the family members will naturally not pursue it after receiving the pension." He Shuhua said flatly, as if he was indifferent to the life and death of his subordinates.

After the meal is over.

Jiuji suggested that he want to pay homage to the deceased in the Pan Mansion.

After all, Pan's family suffered a tragic disaster recently and almost wiped out the family. Now there is only one survivor in Pan's family, He Shuhua.

In the mourning hall.

In addition to the ancestors of the Pan family, there are also a few brand new tablets.

One piece is naturally Pan Changyun, followed by Meng Yuniang, Li Huixiu, and Pan Yueqin.

Originally, Li Huixiu and Pan Yueqin were just concubines and were not eligible to enter the mourning hall at all.

But at this time, the Pan family had become extinct, and there was only one He Shuhua left. Naturally, none of He Shuhua's powerful and powerful distant and poor relatives of the Pan family dared to fight for the property.

He can only let He Shuhua take charge of Pan's residence and play with the entire Pan family.

After the two entered the mourning hall, He Shuhua ordered people to close the gate of the mourning hall.

The maid guarded the door and did not allow anyone to approach.

Jiuji personally lit three sticks of incense for the Pan family.

Then, mercilessly, he stabbed hard.

Huh...it didn't come in?

Jiuji's face suddenly darkened.

"My lord, don't panic... the soil on the altar is too dry, just loosen it." He Shuhua said hastily.

I saw He Shuhua stretched out two fingers, and exhaled a breath of white air towards the fingers.

After a breath of white air, He Shuhua's two jade-like fingers were stained with water vapor, and then she inserted two fingers into the soil on the same platform.

Gently loosen the soil...

soon……

"My lord... the soil has loosened, you can insert it."

Jiuji pushed in again.

The three incense candles were finally firmly inserted into the offering soil.

The curling light smoke on the incense candle goes upward.

He Shuhua bit her lips lightly, her expression was a little painful...

Behind He Shuhua, Jiuji slowly opened his eyes and looked at the name on the altar.

Pan Changyun, Meng Yuniang, Li Huixiu, Pan Yueqin...

Finally, he set his sights on Pan Changyun's spirit card.

Jiuji prayed silently in his heart:

Good neighbor, Pan Changyun.

Brother.

miss you.

How are you doing there?
I will take care of your daughter-in-law, your Pan family, and your wealth.

……

"Hey! Ha!"

Wufu Wang Li lifted two hundred catties of stone locks one by one.

Two two hundred is four hundred catties.

The strength of both arms is [-] jin.

It doesn't stop there.

Wang Li even waved the two stone locks.

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind.

This means that Wang Li is far more than four hundred catties of arm strength, and his arms have at least five hundred catties of strength.

"it is good!"

"Great!"

"Brother Wang is really powerful." All the warriors onlookers applauded for a moment.

suddenly.

Many warriors stopped shouting, and they looked at a petite woman who was walking slowly.

It was a girl dressed as a maid with red lips and white teeth. She was young and had big sparkling eyes. She looked at everyone curiously, as if she was very interested in dancing knives and guns.

In the past, when maids came to look at them, instead of stopping, these warriors would whistle excitedly and perform their kung fu even harder.

But at this moment, everyone silenced, even Wang Li gently put down the stone lock, and retreated to the side with a solemn expression.

Come to be a master...

A maid who can easily kill their colleagues with a datewood mallet.

Xiaocui smiled awkwardly, rubbing her hands together and saying, "I want to test my strength."

"Girl, let's try it." Wang Li stepped aside, not thinking of taking revenge on Xiao Cui.

Wufu is at the master's house just to make a living, and there is no need for any grievances, as long as he can get the regular money every month, not to mention that the maid in front of him is really not easy to mess with.

Xiao Cui came to Wang Li's side, smiled shyly again, then held a two hundred catty stone lock in one hand, and lifted it up easily.

Xiaocui put the two stone locks back on the ground, and there was no sound when they landed.

Wang Li narrowed his eyes, his expression full of dignity.

This is called lifting weights lightly!

Holding a stone lock of two hundred catties with one hand is not so easy.

Yuezi's death was not wronged.

"Is there any heavier one?" Xiaocui asked timidly.

"There are 250-jin and [-]-jin stone locks," said a martial artist who was watching.

"No more."

"When I wait for ordinary people to work hard, I can only reach this level at most. If I want to go higher, I have to use iron locks. Iron chains are used to measure the strength of martial artists. I wait for ordinary people to not use them at all."

"Then I'll try three hundred catties." Xiao Cui said.

After Xiaocui finished speaking.

Two strong warriors each carried a 300-jin stone lock and placed it on Xiaocui's left and right sides.

When the stone lock fell to the ground, the ground seemed to be trembling.

The 300-jin stone lock was carried by the two warriors with both hands. Their arm strength was only 300-jin, and they couldn't lift the 300-jin stone lock with one hand.

"Girl, please." Wang Li made a please.

Xiao Cui held a stone lock in one hand, exerted a little force, but did not lift it up.

Xiao Cui smiled awkwardly, and said in a low voice, "It's really a bit heavy."

Many warriors showed relaxed smiles.

Then Xiaocui tried again, and she lifted two 300-jin stone locks. What's more, Xiaocui imitated Wang Li's movements and danced the stone locks.

The sound of the stone lock piercing the air made a grin, and the complexions of many warriors turned blue.

After dancing for a while...

Xiaocui didn't see a drop of sweat on her forehead, she smiled awkwardly, and then put the stone lock in her hand on the ground.

There was still no tremor on the ground.

Wang Li's face twitched. He could lift a 300-jin stone lock with both hands as lightly as possible. Then this woman's limit is at least 600-jin with one hand...

The strength of both arms is more than a thousand catties, which can no longer be explained by natural divine power.

This is the level of a martial artist, and it is absolutely impossible for a martial artist to reach it.

Just when Xiaocui and Pan Jiawufu were exchanging martial arts...

In the mourning hall of the Pan family.

Those three joss sticks were finally burned out...

(End of this chapter)