Infinite Script Killing

"It's been so many days and there's been no movement at all. Are you fooling us old guys, Senju?"

"Qianshou, I'm not telling you, brother, that group in the Northeast just set up a temple in that wretched place and never left Shanhaiguan since ancient times. They also said that witches and poisons can't leave Sichuan. Even if they definitely come out, haha, the dispute over witches and poisons has been going on for a long time. , I’m afraid I have too much time to take care of myself.”

"Yeah yeah."

"We listened to you last time, and now we've ended up like this. Senju, you've done us a lot of harm. We old guys might have the other foot in the coffin tomorrow, and I won't be able to die in peace."

In a small hut, several old men sat there with dark faces, as if they were going to challenge Qianju Xingshi.

Qianju had repeatedly promised before that he would invite experts to help, but now he didn't even see a shadow. How could they, the old guys, sit still.

Qian Shou held the big smoking pole with one hand, and with the other hand he took out a handful of cut tobacco from the tobacco bag. Under the dim light, the strands of cut tobacco had a golden texture. With a pinch of the fingers of his hand, he kneaded it into a small ball.

Smoking is a slow process. Don't pinch the tobacco too firmly or too loosely. If it is too firm, it will taste bad when you smoke it. If it is too loose, it will be gone after two puffs.

However, Qian Shu rubbed it just right and gently threw it into the pot. Then the candle on the table slowly carbonized the outer ring of shredded tobacco, and then he put it to his mouth and took a slow puff.

As for the complaints of the old people in front of him, Qianju didn't hear a single word.

On the contrary, seeing them jumping anxiously in front of me, I felt a happy feeling in my heart. I secretly laughed in my heart. These old guys really didn't want to suffer at all.

Now I am not in a hurry, and I don't need to worry about them dispersing due to low morale. With the soul-destroying order hanging over their heads, they have no choice but to work hard.

As the smoke was exhaled from his mouth and nose, and the green smoke floated like clouds in the air, Qianju finally said: "There is still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why are you in a hurry? You always have to give people time to rush on."

"But I heard that the three religions were also alarmed and sent their disciples down. Jade Daozi from Qingshan Temple has been in L City for a long time, and..." An old man raised his head and glanced at Qianju after saying this. He said: "There is also movement from the Longmen Sect. This time it seems that Shu Mingqing is leading people down the mountain."

At the mention of the words "Shu Mingqing", everyone's voices in the room suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Qianju.

Qianju's half-draped eyelids suddenly widened when he heard the name. His face, which had been deformed by the fire, became colder and colder. With a squeeze of his fingers, his beloved cigarette rod was completely broken.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard actually went down the mountain too."

Why does Shu Mingqing need people? Why do people feel so afraid of him? Why do Qianju hate him so much.

In fact, speaking of it, this person has little reputation in the world, and the younger generation has never heard of him.

Only they, the older generation, know the background of Shu Meiqing, and only they, the old people, can understand that in that era of Shu Meiqing, he was as dazzling as the destined protagonist.

Just listen to his name.

The eldest disciple of Chunyang Palace and the direct descendant of the Quanzhen sect of the Zhengba Sutra. When he was young, he killed the Western swordsman with a short sword in three moves. He broke into the Japanese monastery alone and killed the Japanese swordsman Shangquan Ganxin and left in style at a young age. He became the leader of Quanzhen Sect.

At that time, many evil spirits took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the Forbidden City and compete for the immortal treasure.

After Qian Shu and Huo Wuji seized the immortal treasure, they were bleeding like rivers of blood along the way. When they were about to break out of the siege, they met Shu Mingqing.

The four of them didn't take Shu Mingqing seriously at that time. They just felt that the lineage of Quanzhen Longmen had reached a point where no one could continue it, and they actually let such a young man serve as the leader.

So the four of them joined forces and planned to kill him and become famous.

result……

Huo Wuji was stabbed to death with a sword and died on the spot. Before his death, the out-of-control Hunyuan Fire exploded, causing Qian Shou and three others to be injured.

Qianju's strength was at the bottom, and the result was self-evident. Looking at his face, you can tell how miserable it was at that time, and the immortal treasure was also damaged and divided into four parts at that time.

This is an old case, and they became the stepping stones for Shu Meiqing, which made Shu Meiqing famous. Thanks to their good fortune, the situation was chaotic at that time, and someone provoked the foreign devils who were looking at him. Shu Meiqing saw that The police could only temporarily leave them to stop these foreign devils from burning, killing and robbing, thus giving them three chances to survive.

Later, Shu Mingqing disappeared from the world. Qianju didn't expect that after so many years, this guy was still alive and would even bring people here in person. This really made Qianju feel very complicated.

After a long time, Qianju calmed down and put the cigarette holder to his mouth. Only then did he realize that the cigarette rod in his hand had been broken by himself. Looking at the broken cigarette rod, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

This is a rosewood smoking stem.

"Everyone, there is no need to worry about the affairs of the three religions. They don't dare to get involved. Otherwise, why would they let old guys like Yu Daozi come out to support their appearance."

It can be said that Qianju knows the behavior of the three religions very well.

At this time, the more they dare not show up, for fear that the government will notice them. The reason why they send some people here is just to show off. Don't look at Yu Daozi and Shu Mingqing. One is a senior in the world, and the other is a top expert. .

But Yudaozi is just a small Taoist temple at the foot of Longhu Mountain. At best, it is a branch of Longhu Mountain, and at worst, it is a watchdog.

As for Shu Mingqing, he was no longer the master of Quanzhen for a long time, but was just a representative of the Longmen Sect.

The two of them are not even considered the main force, so how can they interfere with them.

After Qianju said this, everyone felt relieved. After Qianju assured them that reinforcements would arrive in a few days, they sent these old guys away.

After everyone left, Qianju rubbed his forehead a little tiredly. Monk Ming walked in from outside the door and handed it to Qianju with a bowl of water.

Qianju didn't drink either, and just asked: "How many of them are there in Jingshou City?"

Monk Ming smiled bitterly and said: "After meeting the master that day, they followed him and said they were helping him and beating him up."

Monk Ming had already spoken very tactfully, but why couldn't Qianshou not hear what Monk Ming meant. It was nothing more than the fact that the group of people under his own hands were all being forced into a corner.

Hearing this, Qian Shu could not help but sneer, put down the cigarette rod that had been broken into two parts, and sighed longly: "A bunch of fools, my brother is a solitary eater, and you still want to follow him It’s a fool’s dream to get a piece of the pie behind you. If you don’t care about them, they will cry when they cry…”

"Hululu..."

At this time, in the noodle shop, I saw two large piles of empty bowls placed in front of a large table.

Whether they are eating or passing by, all eyes are focused on this table.

There was an old man and a young man at the table, holding a big bowl and stuffing it into their mouths. The scene was like the reincarnation of two starving ghosts.

It's funny to say that just because the old man and the young man were sitting at the same table, they started to fight over their appetites for some reason. You have one bowl and I have two bowls.

I have seen cockfighting, dog fighting, and bullfighting, but I have never seen anyone fighting for rice. Even pigs would not dare to eat like this.

When everyone saw the two calling for another bowl, they immediately cheered. The boss stood behind and tapped his feet, but he was already thinking about whether to call 120.

These two are competing against each other, and they don’t care about their rivalry, but if they die in their own shop, will their shop still be able to survive? ?

"Brother is having a grand opening today!"

The owner of a nearby braised restaurant came over and congratulated him with a smile.

"Haha, I won't be open any day."

The noodle shop owner's face turned dark when he saw him. As the saying goes, enemies are enemies in the same industry. This guy said he was being polite, but in his heart he wished that the young and old couple would stand up and choke him to death in the noodle shop.

Fortunately, the two of them put down their bowls and chopsticks, drank the bottle of beer on the table, and finally had no intention of eating any more.

"boom!"

I saw the old man put the beer in his hand on the table, his face was red, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He patted his belly and said proudly: "I'm 80% full. How old are you, young man."

Xu Tong gently put down the wine bottle in his hand, glanced at the old man disdainfully and said, "I had eaten two bowls before you came, and now I'm only 70% full."

The old man stood up with a glare and slowly untied the belt around his waist: "I'm sixty percent full now."

When the people around saw this, they thought that there are people of all kinds these days. I have heard of some people being angry and bragging about others, and I have also heard of people fighting for wealth, but I have never heard of people fighting for a big appetite.

Seeing the old man's unconvinced look, Xu Tong smiled brightly and pointed to the next door: "How about four more stews!"

"Haha, who are you looking down on? How can you be full just by eating stew and a big steamed bun?" The old man held out four fingers unwilling to be outdone: "That's four per person!"

The two of them stood up and walked out, watching the two uncles walk into their store.

The noodle shop owner laughed, and the braised vegetable restaurant owner was dumbfounded.

After a while, he came back to his senses and heard the noodle shop owner's face glowing red, his smile extremely bright, and he cupped his hands towards the chowder restaurant owner and said, "Congratulations, brother, I think you are having a grand opening today."

The owner of the stew restaurant woke up after hearing this and hurriedly ran outside. From a distance, he could hear the scream of the owner of the stew restaurant: "Uncle, little brother, come back quickly. The stew is not delicious, so let's eat noodles." ! Come back quickly, I’m treating you!!”