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Chapter 103 Killing Poems Match Killing Talents

In the cold weather, after running fast, it didn't take long for my whole body to be hot, and my limbs and bones seemed to be surging with heat.

Yun Chu, who was running faster and faster, was very confident to run and kill the old thief who was chasing him.

Unfortunately, he still overestimated the shamelessness of the old thief. When a short spear brushed against his head and nailed it into the brick wall, he stopped and looked at Liang Jianfang who was slowly approaching with a grin. It’s not Lianghou’s.”

"You can run, the old man didn't allow you to run!"

Yunchu sighed and bowed to Liang Jianfang, "The Commander of the Kucha Pass, Gu Yunchu, has met the chief executive."

Liang Jianfang, who was originally complacent, heard Yunchu say this, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

"Thieves your mother! You, a bastard, dare to come and amuse the old man."

After saying that, the Tang Dao in his hand slashed down like a thunderbolt, Yun Chu held up his shield to block, even though he had used up a lot of strength with the round shield, he was still slashed back again and again by the knife.

"You bastard, it's all for others to amuse the old man, you, a bastard who is in the air, don't know what happened in that battle?
I can meet the rare flood in the wilderness in hundreds of years. Don’t let you bastards hold up the Turkic people. When I come over, where can I see half of the Turkic people? "

Liang Jianfang's Tang Dao chopped on Yunchu's shield one after another. At this time, he no longer fought against Yunchu, it was more like venting his anger.

Another kick on the tattered shield, Yunchu used the shield to protect his body and rolled on the ground, then squatted on the ground, continued to hold the shield high, and let Liang Jianfang chop it down one by one.

Just when several pieces of the shield were chopped off and the round shield was about to turn into an octagonal shield, the Bailian long knife in Liang Jianfang's hand finally broke from it under the condition that he didn't pay attention to force.

Liang Jianfang looked at the Tang Dao that was only half left in his hand and suddenly sighed: "Forget it, forget it, I'm just farting when others accuse me of it. Is the real sufferer.

There are less than half of the people left in Zhechong Mansion in Shangzhou, do you think the old man is not heartbroken?They are all the children of Guanzhong, and they all wanted to go home with credit, but unexpectedly, they were lost in Qiuci.

After all, it was the old man's ineffective command, which caused them to enter the gate of hell. "

Half of the Tang knife was thrown away by Liang Jianfang, and it sank into the brick wall. This old guy who Yunchu thought only knew how to kill, just walked back to the pavilion with his upper body naked like that. Drinking has an indescribably lonely meaning.

Yun Chu pulled off the long-deformed shield from his left arm. At this time, his left arm was already bloody and bloody from the Piso behind the shield.

The white silk shirt was also strangled into the flesh, and the cold wind blew into the bone marrow.

Following Liang Jianfang into the pavilion, seeing that his arm was messed up, he took out the jug and poured some alcohol on his arm to disinfect it.

"Ah——" Yun Chu screamed. He estimated that the wound would hurt when the alcohol was poured on it, but he didn't expect it to be this painful.

Liang Jianfang sniffled, a little puzzled, and immediately cursed: "On the battlefield, someone shoots you like a hedgehog with an arrow, and you can kill someone with a bow. If you get a little flesh wound here, you'll scream like a pig?"

Di Renjie, who was slipping down from the top of the pavilion, was also startled by Yunchu's screams, and fell to the ground as soon as he let go of his hand, grinning his teeth in pain.

After smearing alcohol on the wound, it was already very cold. Yun Chu casually wrapped it in his own shirt, and said to Liang Jianfang: "In the Western Regions, the life of a child in Guanzhong is worthless, no one hurts, so of course he gritted his teeth and carried it hard. In Chang'an, if I howl like this, the whole family will wipe away their tears, of course they have to howl twice more."

Liang Jianfang continued to sniff his nose, picked up Yun Chu's bloody arm, put it under his nose and sniffed, scratched his hair twice and said, "It smells strange."

Yun Chusheng was afraid that this old guy who liked to drink would become greedy, so he gnawed on his arm as a piece of wine lees, and quickly withdrew his arm and said, "This subordinate has created a medicine that can prevent wounds from festering."

Liang Jianfang sneered and said, "Don't try to take advantage of the old man's loopholes. There are no loopholes for you to exploit here, especially for matters related to the lives of the sons and daughters. If there is a gap, I will block you to death."

"It's not a harmful thing, it's alcohol extracted from wine! If soldiers are injured, although this thing can't completely guarantee that the wound will not fester and fester, it can at least reduce the possibility of festering and festering by [-]%, especially for those who fight in summer. At this time, this thing is necessary.”

Seeing Yunchu's seriousness, Liang Jianfang pointed to his arm and said, "Is this what you smeared on the wound just now?"What is it called...alcohol?Alcohol can also become essence? "

Yun Chu pointed to the jar of light wine that Liang Jianfang put on the stone table, which looked like fermented glutinous rice, and said, "Your jar of wine can probably produce half a bowl of alcohol."

As he spoke, he took out the jug and put it on the stone table.

Liang Jianfang opened the jug and smelled it, then sneezed violently, and then poured a big mouthful into his mouth.

Yun Chu couldn't grab it in time. The alcohol content he made must have exceeded [-] degrees, which is almost the same as that of Mendaolu. Liang Jianfang actually took a sip, how amazing is that?
Liang Jianfang's black face suddenly turned purple-black, and his face was ferocious. Not only did he stop breathing, but his body also froze for an instant, motionless like a clay sculpture.

Liang Jianfang only felt that what he swallowed turned into a ball of fire when it entered his mouth, and this fire turned into a fire line when it entered his throat, and it would spread out when it fell into his stomach. It warms up.

With a breath of alcohol, the chimpanzee-like Liang Jianfang regained his vitality, and said to Yunchu with bared teeth, "This thing is good."

Yun Chu's eyes widened and he said, "This thing is for healing, not for drinking, and if you don't shoot it, someone will murder you."

Liang Jianfang picked up the flagon and watched it carefully, and said cheerfully: "Do you think the old man pours everything into his mouth?

Let me tell you, as long as they are soldiers who have lived and died under the old man, even if they are given poison, the old man will drink it, even if they die, the old man will not complain, only that the old man has done things unfairly. "

Knowing that the old thief was talking about the scene, he still made Yun Chu's eyes feel hot when he said it, and even his voice couldn't help but lower his voice.

"It's all from the wine after all. Next time, the subordinates will get some softer ones for the manager. This stuff is too strong and easy to hurt the body."

Liang Jianfang took another sip from the jug, this time he had already gained experience, took a small sip and tasted it in his mouth, and shook his head.

After taking a sip of wine, he said to Yunchu: "If you don't change it, this is the best thing. Tomorrow, ten carts will be sent to the house first."

Yun Chu said with a mournful face, "There are only three jars at home."

Liang Jianfang slapped the table and said, "Get it, why don't you make more of such good things?"

"There is a severe drought in Hebei Road and Shandong Road, and there is not enough food, and wine is brewed with grain, and we use wine to extract it. Once we start to extract, the amount of grain consumed will be astonishing. Therefore, we dare not make more. starving.

Only when there is a good harvest and when the price of grain hurts the farmers can we extract a large amount of this wine and increase the price of grain, so that the farmers can really enjoy the benefits of an extra three or five buckets of harvest. "

Liang Jianfang was silent for a moment, looked at Yunchu and said, "You are a good one."

Yun Chu smiled and said: "After all, I have served under the command of the chief executive, so I still know some merits and demerits."

Liang Jianfang's interest seemed to be a little low. He poured a little alcohol for Yunchu and Di Renjie, and took another sip and said, "Since you are here to accompany me to study, tell me, is it right for me to kill people?"

Yun Chu frowned and said, "Even if a person kills someone innocently, it will damage the morality. If someone kills someone for the country, and the corpses are scattered all over the field, the blood will flow everywhere, he is a hero."

After saying this, Yunchu secretly glanced at Di Renjie, thinking that this guy might disagree with this opinion, but he didn't expect that he was completely immersed in alcohol at this time, and he was concentrating on sipping the few things in the bowl That little alcohol.

Seeing that Liang Jianfang was still silent, Yunchu drank a little more than one or two glasses of alcohol in the bowl in one gulp, wiped his mouth and recited aloud.

"A man should kill, and kill without mercy. The eternal karma lies in killing. In the past, there was a heroic man with great loyalty.

Jiezhen kills people, and his body is lighter than a feather.There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people in chaos, galloping around the world, and only boasting about swords and guns.

If you want to look for this kind of thing, you will be fishing for the shadow of the moon in vain.

Don't you see,
Confucianism has swarmed up strong men to die, and Shenzhou has since praised benevolence and righteousness.Once the barbarians were in chaos in the Central Plains, the scholars rushed to the cowards and wept. "

Yun Chu had only recited a few lines before he caught Liang Jianfang's attention. A pair of tiger eyes stared at Yun Chu firmly. Even Di Renjie, who was immersed in alcohol, widened his eyes. Just like Liang Jianfang, he also stared in surprise. Yunchu, listening to such a deviant poem is shocking.

Yun Chu snatched the jug from Liang Jianfang, drank another sip of alcohol, drew out the Tang knife and slashed at the pillar beside him, continuing to shout.

"I want to learn from the ancient style and revive my heroic spirit. My reputation is like dung, and those who disdain benevolent people ridicule me. I wear a sharp iron sword and kill people when I am angry.

Cut shares and drink, chat and laugh.To kill an enemy for thousands of miles is willing to spend ten weeks.Zhu Tianguang's wife, and the knot secretly in love.

Going out of the west gate, Mu Tiren turned his head back.Tired and dreaming of sleep, the battle trumpet blew suddenly.Simon does not go to his mother, the mother is not sad for the child.

After a long history, the boy never returned.In the battle between heaven and earth, tragically shocked the hell.Three steps to kill a person, the heart stops and does not stop.

Thousands of miles of blood flow, corpses lie on Qianxun Mountain.After the battle, the strong men sleep on the corpse of the enemy.In the dream, it is still a murder, and the smile reflects Suhui.

The daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man so fierce?In ancient times, benevolence and virtue only harmed people, and morality has never been true.

Don't you see,
The liger's prey is famous, but who can pity the poor elk?The world has always been strong against the weak, even if it is justified, it is in vain.

Jun Xiu asked, a man has his own man line.

Man, be violent.Things and benevolence are inseparable.

The man is in the arena of killing, and his courage is like a bear and his eyes are like a wolf.If you are born as a man, you will kill, and don't teach a man to wrap a woman's heart.

The man never shows his sympathy, even though his rivals are with a smile.There are a hundred battlefields in the battlefield, and everywhere is willing to be green with weeds.

Men don’t tremble, there is a song for you to listen to: Killing one is a crime, but killing all is a hero.If 900 million are slaughtered, you will be the hero among the heroes.

Xiongzhongxiong, the way is different:
See through the thousand years of benevolence and righteousness, but make this life a glorious one.A good name does not love a bad name, and a million people are killed without punishment.

It is better to teach thousands of people to gnash their teeth and hate, but not to teach no one to scold me.Looking at the world five thousand miles away, where can heroes not kill people?"

After Yunchu finished reading the last word, Liang Jianfang just finished his last sip of alcohol. As for Di Renjie, he tried his best to open his drunken eyes. It seemed that he wanted to stay awake. In the end, he fell asleep on the stone table.

It could be seen that Liang Jianfang's heart was surging like a sea tide at this time, and his big hands resting on the stone table trembled slightly.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said to Yun Chu: "If you say that this poem was written by you, your career in the future will be extremely bumpy.

Go to the treasure house of my house, pick whatever you like, and take whatever you like. From now on, this poem will belong to the old man. "

After finishing speaking, he felt that he looked a bit useless, so he slapped Yun Chu on the head and said, "This poem was originally written by this old man. You, a brat, only killed a few people, and you dare to say that you killed 900 people!" Wan, that is what Xiong Zhongxiong said."

Yun Chu stood up unsteadily and said, "Boy never kills!"

Liang Jianfang laughed angrily, patted Yunchu on the shoulder and said, "The old man saw you kill six people with a bow and arrow, how dare you say you didn't kill them?"

Although Yun Chu's body was shaken wildly by Liang Jianfang's big hand, he still said: "The chief manager must have misread it, the kid hasn't even killed a chicken at home."

"There is a future. If the old man has your insight, why would he be called a killer by everyone!"

　Poor, originally Guqiu wanted to write a song similar to Men's Walk for a long time, but after writing it out and comparing it with Men's Walk, it was deleted, so I had to borrow someone else's and thought about writing it. This poem can be written out, but it turns out that if the poem is not copied completely, I am really sorry for the original author, so I have no choice but to do so. In addition, I didn’t take advantage of it, and the length of this chapter is larger.

　　
　
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