Death Sutra

On the surface, Gu Shenwei has asked Meng Ming to drink alcohol. The two are reconciled. In fact, hatred is deeper than before.

Gu Shen came forward to see him. Meng Wugong seems to have just known that he is also here to hire a knife. He said with amazement, "Oh, it’s a coincidence. Isn’t this a slave? Why do you run for the ten son? Hey, that Little girl really doesn't know how to cherish her people, this big night..."

Gu Shenwei can guarantee that it is no accident that Meng Mingshi hired a knife in the middle of the night. "These people have decided to follow me."

"Talk about the rewards? Is it a contract?"

Gu Shenwei shook his head.

Meng Ming was nodded with a good attitude. He was prepared for this time, so his emotions and attitudes were well controlled. He took the shoulders of the slaves and walked to the side where there were few people. "Sell me a face, these people let me Take away, there are some good knives, are you looking for good? Let's not fight for each other, let a group of poor ghosts happy. If you lack money, even if you open your mouth, you can't say more, tens of thousands of brothers can still get it. Well, like twenty thousand two?"

Twenty-two thousand, it happens to be the amount of money that Gu Shen took from Jinpengbao. "Isn't the five sons choosing a knife god? Why are you interested in these people?"

Meng Ming took a shot of the shoulders of Huannu. "The knife **** is invited to the town club. These people are hired to work, not the same. Hey, do you want to join the company? I can introduce, if the son of the son, the son of Yugong, Interested, we are all welcome, people who can have Shibao, it is the best."

Meng Wu’s false feelings make Gu Shen’s heart vigilant, Meng’s relationship with Jinpengbao is close, and Yushe really wants to recruit ten sons, and there is no ordinary killer opening. “Five sons lifted me, but I can't give up those knives. It's better to let them pick them up."

Meng Mingshi changed his face quickly, so that Gu Shenwei thought that he had changed someone.

The five sons raised their arms on the shoulders of Huannu, and they seemed to have accidentally touched a dirty and ugly thing. "Do you want to confront me?" The voice was raised and a bit sharp.

"Don't dare under." Gu Shen kept the minimum etiquette, but stepped back, his hand extended to the handle, and then he dropped his hand.

"Ha!" Meng Mingshi was in a state of insult and indignation, spread his arms and turned around so that everyone could see himself, and then shouted to a group of people he brought: "Everyone heard, this Man is a slave of Jinpengbao. He used to sin against me. However, I did not care about my former suspicion. Instead, I raised him and called him a brother and brother. He asked me to sell me a small face. He took the plunge and seemed to be able to sit on a level with me. Today, I Do you have to get back this face, is it wrong?"

"Yes, that's right, there are a lot of people in the five sons, and it's enough to endure." The crowds are helping, and many people seem to be more angry than Meng Wuzi.

This is not like Gu Shen’s arrogant and ignorant Meng Mingshi in memory. Maybe someone is pointing behind, Gu Shen is backing a few steps. After the crowd’s commotion has stopped a little, he said: “If it’s just the next person’s business, hit it. Death does not dare to compete with the five sons, but in the next is to choose the knife for the ten sons, so please ask the Mengwu son."

"Do you use a little girl to press me? Dog slaves, I have to set these people to see who can take them away."

Meng Mingshi stood in the air and stood up. A servant dressed up and walked up to the master, then cleared the scorpion, and sang: "Everybody has five hundred and twenty silver per month, the contract is at least three years, now press Handprint, immediately withdraw the first two months of silver one thousand two!"

In general, the knives of the knives are only one hundred and two, and the swordsmen who are a little famous are only two or three hundred and two. The price of the company is enough for the first-class knife.

The silver out of the box sparkled, and the crowd behind it sighed. It seems that everyone can't wait to pick up the knife and sign the contract immediately.

Twenty swordsmen on the opposite side were silent, as if no one had heard or seen these temptations.

Meng Wugongzi was a little dismayed and looked at the servants around him dissatisfied. The servant was also anxious and went to the swordsmen. "Too boss, this is yours, satisfied or dissatisfied, and spoke."

The tooth can be tilted and the weight is pressed on the left leg. It is still not too slow to talk. "There is still a customer, listen to how he quotes."

"Hey, Tuo, don't be too mad, this is Meng Gongzi, not the landlord of Nancheng, and you can't bargain."

Meng Mingshi plugged in. "If you are not busy, you will listen to the boss, and you will spend a lot of money."

Gu Shen is thinking about the grass in his heart. Every month, five hundred and twenty-two knives per person will spend more than 10,000 a month. Three years is four hundred thousand tens of thousands of silver, and take the iron cold front. It’s not enough to come out. The 20,000 yuan of silver provided by Jinpengbao is a drop in the bucket, not to mention spending a lot.

However, there is always a way to make money in Nancheng. As long as the swordsman team is built up and the banner of the ten sons of Jinpengbao, the money will be able to smoothly turn around.

"The same conditions." Gu Shenwei said that it was found that some people came from outside the forest and gathered around. It seemed to be watching the fun, but this is the middle of the night, only people with ulterior motives will go to the rouge forest to hang out.

Meng Wugongzi was prepared, and Gu Shen knew that he was in a hurry and fell into a trap. So he pretended to be easy and easy to move forward and step forward. He was close to Meng Mingshi and was ready to hold him as a hostage.

"Double, one thousand two!" Meng Mingshi did not notice the act of the young minions, shouted excitedly, and looked forward to the competition.

Meng Wugongzi brought a lot of help and leisure. I was really surprised to hear this price. The knife **** reward that will be selected is only one thousand two. A group of ordinary swordsmen are also old and old, and they can get one thousand a month. Two, one year later, more than the sword god.

There was silence in the woodland. After a while, someone shouted loudly, and then the crowd cheered at the same time, as if Meng Wuzi had just won the first name at the Knife Congress.

The servant spread his hands and showed nothing to say. With such a price, what kind of persuasion seems cheap.

The toon tooth is still the same, even the eyes are not blind, and his eyes turn to the Jinpengbao juvenile killer.

"Five hundred two, no more." Gu Shen intends to end this time, face is not important to him, can give Meng home, he only has the actual benefits.

Winning so easily, Meng Ming was lost, but I knew that it would be better to raise a little price. "Go back and talk to your master, than the knife, she is better than money, hey, Meng has never lost..."

Meng Wugong prepared a large set of declarations of victory. He wanted to humiliate the slaves and said a few words. The servant who did not know how to confuse him and interrupted him. "Five sons, five sons..."

"What?" Meng Ming slammed and screamed, and the servant almost sat on the ground, like a dog who was in trouble, and his knees trembled. "He shook his head."

"Who?"

The servant pointed his finger and timid, and seemed to have full doubts and could not be explained, so he was indignant.

The gynecological teeth met the eyes of Meng Wugongzi and shook his head slowly. "Sorry, the five sons, we choose the killer Yang Huan."

Meng Mingshi, like most rich children, has always been pampered and has never been accustomed to being rejected. Dealing with Huannu is a routine he has prepared in advance. In the face of unexpected setbacks, he does not know what to do, and then he is angry and exposed. The true color of the five sons, "A group of dead old men, dare to do it right with me? You want to recognize this dog slave as the master, just go with him to die!"

Meng Mingshi turned around and walked out. The crowd crowded out a row of people, and each of them pulled out the knife and helped them to leave. They made meritorious deeds for Meng Wugong.

The tough tooth holds the knife in both hands, and the twenty-knifes behind him immediately stood in four rows, waiting for it.

Gu Shen was leaning forward slightly, and her internal interest was all over her body. She was ready to catch Mengwuzi. No matter what the reason for the choice of Tuo Neng, they are now sitting on the same boat.

There was a **** conflict, and there was a voice in the crowd shouting "and slow". Then a young man came out, dressed in white, holding a paper fan in his hand, and it was not the next person in Mengfu. The son of the origin.

"Everyone is coming to do business, not to seek vengeance. I have an idea to make both parties happy."

Meng Mingshi is more polite to the white man, and he said: "Gaohouye has a way, but it is best, but I don't have to worry about it. It's just that this group of swordsmen is obviously colluding with the minions. I want to let me not go out in public."

Bai Gaohou Hou smiled slightly, opened the fan, habitually shook it twice, and closed it again. "I heard that a good knife picks the price and picks the owner. The Tuo Ning is not willing to accept the company. The invitation is probably that there is no master in the society, and there are too many dangers in the future. So I think, it is better to do this. The company sent a person to compare with the killer Yang Huan. The winner is always qualified to be the Tuoda. Master?"

Meng Mingshi secretly stunned himself and arranged a good plan early. He had forgotten everything, so he changed his face with a generous expression. "Yes, what do you mean by playing a group? Isn't there a blood knife?" Now the bonfire is not going out, the competition continues!"

No one is vying for the advice of the young killer and the Torah.

Gao Houye gave way and made a walk from behind him a young man in a purple cloak.

The young people are very tall, and there is quite a lot of people in the crowd. The figure is extremely well-proportioned. It is not cumbersome at all, and the pace is steady. It is hard to rely on the waist and the upper body is almost motionless.

"Ye Shiro!" Someone shouted the name.

"Sacred sword Ye Lang!" Someone added two words in front of the name.

Ye Silang untied his cloak and threw it to a follower.

The young man is wearing leather pants and upper body. The muscles are as smooth as polished iron. There is no scar. There is a sword hanging under the waist. The length is matched with his body. In comparison, the sword of Gu Shenwei is long. Dagger.

Gu Shen has seen the Da Xueshan swordsman, but those people use swords like a knife. This Ye Silang is the real swordsman, Gu Shen is the first swordsman to meet.

He remembered that Master Tie Hanfeng once said, "The person who uses the sword is not an idiot, it is a god."

Ye Silang looks like a god, a perfect god.