Death Sutra

The people in the room are whispering and screaming at the death of Meng Mingshu.

The last parent of Meng’s family, after the killing of the brothels in the People’s Lane, drank the poisonous wine and squandered himself. The scene of the scene, so that the Yuyu City, which had long been used to killing, also trembled.

"Upstairs and downstairs, seven or eight bodies, he has a few knives on each of them, and he has no wounds."

"Meng Er is so powerful? Can you kill seven or eight people?"

"Most people actually drink poisonous wine and are already dead. He just wants to make sure no one can survive."

"Oh, I really can't think of it, Meng Er... Wan Cang Jia Cai, he really wants to let go? Do not specify heirs?"

"Hey, Wanjiajiacai, don't mention it. In short, Meng Er is not going to have no way to go. If you don't hate Xiao Feng, you don't want to do this kind of thing."

"Xiao Fengqi, but unfortunately, I visited her three years ago. It is really a good woman. It is too greedy. I just use silver as a meal. I can’t feed it enough. Fortunately, I will stop it in time, or else..."

The topic began to disagree. Some people continued to mourn the mourning of the foxes. Others cherished the memory of the first shackles of the people’s lanes. They found that they all sprinkled silver on each other and immediately gave birth to a kind of similarity or fellowship. The closeness.

Standing at the door, the singer and the sorcerer looked down and meditation on the scriptures, but there was always one or two words in the ear. "Her skin is more tender than a teenage girl. I heard that she uses a human milk bath every day... "I like her most whispering in her ear, saying that the words are in the heart, comparable to the most alcoholic wine..."

When Zhike was in his twenties, he became a monk from a young age and could not imagine the exact meaning of the speech, but it was still affected. The heart beats faster, and a burning sensation rises from the soles of the feet, and can't get along the chest and abdomen.

"I want to say that Meng Er’s death has finally done a good thing, and that monk is self-sufficient." A woman in her forties said loudly, looking at the crowd with provocation. As one of the few women in the room, she spoke on behalf of more than half of the prostitutes in Nancheng.

The men just laughed. No one argued with her. The woman had dozens of large and small brothels in Nancheng, and controlled nearly half of the population. She did not have a good impression of Xiao Fengqi.

Zhike 僧 quickly looked up at the woman, and there was a surge of anger in his heart, followed by self-blame, when the abbot finally accompanied the guests. He quits in a panic and flies in the monastery, and for the first time feels that these solemn buildings are bound.

The abbot was slightly surprised by the ignorance of Zhike’s sorrow. He had no time to ask questions, and his businessman’s easy-going smile on his face. “Please ask the donors to take a seat, and Pang Duan will announce the city’s contest.”

Pang Jing took a childish smile and strode to the innermost position. Standing facing the crowd, there is no sorrow. It seems that I don’t know the news of Meng Ming’s death.

Everyone has heard that the other half of Meng’s property has also been stored by Pang Jing. Therefore, there are rumors that Meng Er’s murder is a conspiracy of the Central Plains. No one can tell the specific content. Only a few smart people doubt the old house. Gold is not true at all, and Pang Jing has to accept them all. To hide the truth.

The official children sent by the Central Plains are no longer the image of recklessness and enthusiasm. The leaders and hoods of the Yucheng City are more and more respectful and more alert in their hearts.

Pang Jing turned a blind eye to this small change and said in an excited tone: "After fifteen days, it is the battle of the city. For nearly a hundred years, Saitama City will have the only owner for the first time."

The room sounded politely agreeing, everyone would rather have no master, but they are very rational, knowing that the best option is to warmly welcome the new owner.

"This is a special contest." Pang Jing continued, looking at everyone, and felt a little regret in his heart. The most important figures such as Dragon King and One Step King did not appear in person. They were all represented by cronies. "It is to elect a city owner. Not for entertainment, so the competition will not be public."

Everyone sent out a disappointing cry. If you can't see the contest with your own eyes, how can you grab someone in front of others to predict who the city owner is falling into?

Pang Jing understood the minds of the people and immediately explained: "But everyone in the room, even me, a total of 87, representing the various classes of Yuyucheng, will be witnesses of the contest."

The cheers sounded, and in a blink of an eye, the tragedy of Meng’s family was squeezed out of the room, and no one cares. They like this rule, not only can get first-hand news, but also show their identity and status, and provide a guarantee for the future. .

"The location of the contest is in the official residence of the governor. Every day is only one game. After the end of the game, there is the city seat. The Beiting people are willing to end their term in advance and give up the place."

Many people erect their ears and want to look for clues from Pang Jing's tone, but they are disappointed. The Central Plains tone has not changed a bit. It seems that they have not taken the matter of taking the government.

"Today, the most important procedure before the contest is to sign up. Not everyone is qualified. The city owner is not only a martial artist, but also has a foundation. I don't think anyone wants a river and lake husband to take charge of Saitama. Therefore, only those of you who are eligible to register, of course, do not have to play in person, if you can invite the master to play for you, you can."

This rule has been heard by everyone. But few people want to sign up. The outcome is not important. The key is not to offend the new city owner, because the entire city of Saitama believes that the city owner must be one of the one-man and the dragon king.

For a while, no one spoke, it seemed a little cold. Pang Jing laughed. "It seems that no matter who is on the city, it will be very low-key. Then I will express my position: the Central Plains will not participate in the contest, and the city owner will only be a Westerner."

This is also the news that everyone knows in advance, but it is said by the Western Region’s guardian, but it is still stable.

"Xiaoyuetang registration." There was a voice in the corner. The voice was a young woman. Her eyes were cold. She didn't seem to know what communication was. She always looked at each other and never evaded. When she entered the house, this was her. One opening.

Pang Jing indicated that the main book around him was ready to record, and said with a smile: "Very good, finally someone has signed up, but you have to say who wants to be the city owner and send someone to participate in the contest."

"The city owner, Xiaoyuetang Yuzhong teacher, the lotus girl, the contestant, Xiaoyuetang Yuzhong teacher, the lotus girl." The woman coldly reported the name, simple and direct. It sounds less polite, but it has opened a head, and the registrations in the back are in this format.

"The city owner, Jinpengbao, the only step in the king, the official cutting, the contestants, unchanged." A white counselor on behalf of Jinpengbao registration. Everyone was silent and showed respect.

"The city owner, the king of the Hai'an Kingdom, Tang Pingsen..." There was a slight laugh in the room. They were very familiar with An Wang. No one believed that he could be a city owner. "The warrior, the swordsman Luo Qikang." Disappeared, the Central Plains swordsman has long left a sword in the city of Saitama, such as God, ruthless and ruthless reputation, no one dare to laugh.

at the same time. Everyone also understands that the Central Plains still has to put a hand in the battle of the city.

"The city owner, the Tianshan Zongzong advocates 楫, the warrior, the knife and the guest are different."

Tianshan Zong actually had to compete with his own king to grab the position of the city owner. Some people were surprised. They were explained in a few words by the people around them. "This is the person who opened the way for the one-step king. Is it possible for the one-step king to personally compare with Xiaoluo? ”

Fang Shiyi is a strange name, no one has heard of it before. This is normal. He used to be a Jinpeng killer. He did not know how many people had done so many things, but he never left his name.

Of course, the main book has never heard of this name, and asked a worker to write it down.

"The city owner, Yushe Shangguan, such as the warrior, the sergeant."

This registration immediately caused a lot of discussion. Shangguan was the daughter of the One-Step King, but he followed the Dragon King for a long time, and even became the "Queen" of the country of Xiangxiang. After returning to Yuyu City, he took the killer apprenticeship of Jinpengbao in the name of Yushe. The twists and turns of the outsiders seemed to be unimaginable at every step, and the position was even more uncertain.

Pang Jing smiled and appreciative of everyone's arguments. This is in line with his expectations. If the city masters are only the struggle between the one-step king and the dragon king, it would be too boring.

"Hey, if you can talk to Shangxiaoyuetang, then it would be interesting." Someone suddenly thought of this, and then regretted it when they exited. Xiaoyuetang’s female disciple swept the cold eyes, Yushe, Jinpengbao, The face of Tianshan Zong and other parties is not good-looking. He hurried back, hiding behind the crowd and never dare to speak.

"The city owner, the first screen of the first floor of the Italian building, the contestant, and the south screen of the building."

The sixth applicant caused a horror. "Is it a good building? Is it not burning or dead? Who is the first screen? Oh, it is him..."

Chu Nanping himself came to the scene to register himself. In Saitama City, his appearance is more famous than swordsmanship. Several men and women have been peeking at him. At this time, they are even more blatant, and there are even people applauding him.

"The city owner, the great savage gate Shangguan, the warrior, the great barren gate Shangguan."

Those who can come to Sijialan to attend the meeting are all powerful and well-informed people. Most of them do not remember the sneak attack on Jinpeng Fort a few years ago. They have never heard of Shangguanhong, but instinctively I feel that the surname "Shangguan" is not simple.

"The illegitimate son of the one-step king." The news spread quickly, no one dared to ask more.

"The city owner, the governor of the city, the martial arts, the swordsman Molin."

Someone immediately pointed out that the registration was not in accordance with the rules. "They are not Westerners."

Pang Jing unexpectedly appeared to be very large. "Ink has been an official in Saitama City for three years. It is also a Westerner. There should be qualifications for the city."

Since the Central Plains people do not oppose, naturally no one is no longer nosy.

Already eight people have signed up, and the rest only want to watch the fun, so they are very confused, how can the Dragon King not sign up?

On behalf of the Dragon King is Zhong Heng, who has been listening, and his curiosity in all directions does not exist.

"Is there anyone still signing up? Is there still?" Pang Jing asked loudly, and began to look around. Finally, the eyes were like other people, falling on Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng seems to have just woke up and got up and said: "The city owner, the big snow mountain dragon and the cloud, the warrior, the big snow mountain dragon king Gu Guwei."

The room was quiet, and Pang Jing suddenly slammed on the table and knocked over the ring.

(The end of this volume, abruptly a bit, until the end of the trip has been too much, thanks to the support of each reader. The main content of the next volume is the competition, and then to the Central Plains, initially set a volume or two, probably this is the case.) To be continued.)