Two or three things in the copy

Chapter 176
One night passed, and the Ye family still seemed to be calm, without any disturbance at all, but in fact, after Wu Mingkong returned to his room at night, all the clansmen or servants who had a little relationship were taken away for torture, and even It was directly disposed of without torture and buried in the garden without a trace of waves.

"Master Yijun, the young master has been waiting in the front yard for a long time." A voice came from outside Wu Mingkong's door.

Wu Mingkong didn't return, he just opened the door and went out.

Under the guidance of the servants, they soon came to the so-called front yard, where Zhu Chong, Ye Li, and Yin Zhengliang were eating breakfast.

"Master Yijun, eat some?" Zhu Zhong took a steamed bun-like pasta and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wu Mingkong shook his head: "I've already done bigu, and I've stopped eating these for a long time."

These things don't have much nutrition for Wu Mingkong, it's better to just breathe them out once, and digestion also needs energy, so it's not worth it in comparison.

The three of them had some doubts in their hearts, what is this bigu, why don't they eat?

But they didn't dare to ask, anyway, Zhu Zhong and Yin Zhengliang had never seen Wu Mingkong eat on the way, so they were used to it.

Seeing that Wu Mingkong didn't eat, the three of them ate much faster, not as slowly as they ate before, and processed the large table of food in front of them in a whirlwind.

Zhu Zhong wiped his mouth with his hand, seeing that Ye Li had also finished his last mouthful of porridge, Yin Zhengliang was the slowest.

"The Qinglian Gate is not far from here, I can wait." Before Ye Li finished speaking, a voice came.

"Young master, don't worry, I have already arranged for you, the carriage is waiting outside."

Seeing the person coming, Ye Li thanked him: "Thank you, Elder Cheng Zhi."

"I can't wait for the young master's thank you. I have to trouble Mr. Yijun to take care of me this time." After Ye Chengzhi replied, he looked at Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong was confused for a moment, who is this guy?
Then I realized that this is Ye Chengzhi, the unlucky man who grabbed the bloodthirsty sword with him, Ye Li's father mentioned it last night, just because Wu Mingkong really couldn't remember these things that couldn't squeeze out the surplus value He is a human being, so he subconsciously forgot about Ye Chengzhi.

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Of course Wu Mingkong has to take good care of these two samples of luck. If he gets hurt, he will be more distressed than anyone else. These two samples of luck are Wu Mingkong's current treasures.

Thinking of this, Wu Mingkong thought of Yao Yang.

I couldn't help but murmured in my heart: "Then Yao Yang could be the one who has never appeared on the stage, right? It looks like, after all, they all use swords, but the gap is a bit big."

Of course, this is just a guess, and Wu Mingkong has never really confirmed it, because this Yao Yang is very weird. Wu Mingkong didn't have a deep study of luck before, so he could only see the weirdness, but he couldn't see what was weird, but now if After taking a look, maybe you can see it more clearly.

"Then I will trouble Mr. Yijun this time. I am too busy with mundane affairs to accompany me. When Mr. Yijun returns from Qinglian Gate, I must ask Mr. Yijun not to get drunk." Ye Chengzhi clasped his fists and said, He left very gracefully.

This made Wu Mingkong really a little speechless, what kind of people are these people, just drink when you have something to do, don't worry about it.

Above the rivers and lakes, the vast majority of warriors are fond of good wine, love beauty, and practice martial arts. Of course, this is only the vast majority, because they are not qualified to enter the chess game of masters. Everything is a trail, and only high-strength strength is the ticket for playing chess.

Of course Wu Mingkong didn't answer him, drinking?He doesn't drink.

After leaving Ye's house, there was a carriage waiting at the door, accompanied by a few people who looked like masters of the rivers and lakes. Wu Mingkong glanced at it a little, and there was one in the state of spiritual cultivation, three in the state of stellar energy, and thirty Someone who came to the Body Tempering Realm, I guess they are going to have a strong momentum. Among them, only Yin Zhengliang, a weak chicken, is worse than them. The others can be picked at will. Squeezing them to death is no more troublesome than crushing an ant, but just crushing an ant to death You have to squat down to find them, and it's just a one-shot job to crush them to death.

A large group of people set off in a mighty way, pedestrians on the road gave way one after another, and Wu Mingkong didn't ride Heizi outside, it was a little embarrassing for this thing to show up in public.

There was a lot of momentum along the way, so I didn't meet anyone who didn't have a good eye to provoke or just popped out a boy from the next village to shout 30 years in the east and 30 years in the west of the river, don't bully the young and poor, it was very peaceful.

It's just that Wu Mingkong is a little uneasy. Looking at the way out of the city, the luck of the three of them connected to each other has increased a little bit, and judging from the current growth trend, the efficiency of this increase is doubling.

But the increase in luck is not directly proportional to the current situation. There is no one pretending to be slapped in the face, and there are no people attacking or killing or dropping treasures from the sky, but it is extremely calm.

"The mountain and rain are about to come and the wind is all over the building. This thing is really weird."

Wu Mingkong didn't say this, and it's useless to say it, it can only add more variables.

Looking at the Qinglian Gate that was getting closer, Wu Mingkong noticed that the sky seemed to be getting a bit dark, and even the wind blowing outside was a bit noisy.

"It's going to rain, that's nonsense, isn't it still a rare big sun when we go out in the morning." Wu Mingkong couldn't help complaining.

"The climate in the south of the Yangtze River has always been like this. It's always cloudy and rainy." Ye Li heard Wu Mingkong's complaints and explained.

Wu Mingkong made a quick calculation, and it was still auspicious.

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but have a headache for this, this spell counts good and bad luck is very good, but it's a bit cheating to only count good and bad.

In the distance, the outline of Qinglianmen has already appeared vaguely.

But at this moment, thick dark clouds hovered over Qinglian Gate, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled within the dark clouds, as if a great terror was being bred.

Wu Mingkong also noticed this, the qi mechanism was disordered, and Wu Mingkong could barely see an extreme sharpness filling the qi luck, as if they were entangled with each other.

Until later, a thunderbolt as thick as a water tank struck straight down, and Wu Mingkong couldn't help but say shit when he saw it.

"Which idiot in this Qinglian Sect did something that angered the sky and people complained, and was struck by lightning." Wu Mingkong said so, but when the thunder came, Wu Mingkong emotionally felt that it was the one who was struck by lightning. A leader with sharp intentions.

And when that sharpness shrank, Wu Mingkong finally saw clearly what the luck that was intertwined with it was.

"Is this a fate or a lingering ghost?"

(End of this chapter)