The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 32: Shaolin Temple Lay Disciples

"Pfft!"

While the skinny monkey was beating the gong, Shen Yuanliang, wearing chain mail, threw Zhao Erniu's head into Wangjiawu Fort, causing everyone to panic.

The Wang family is a powerful family with great wealth and power within a hundred miles. I didn't expect that someone would come to provoke them today, and there were only three of them. This is intolerable.

"Boom!"

The heavy suspension bridge fell heavily to the ground under the operation of the servants, stirring up a thick pool of snow.

"Who are you? How dare you challenge our Wang family? Don't you know how many eyes Lord Ma has?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chengbin, an eighth-rank master in charge of security, led more than a dozen elite soldiers and rushed across the suspension bridge. The hideous scar on his face made him look even more terrifying, but it could stop a child from crying.

Wang Chengbin also has the surname Wang, which has little to do with the "Wang" in Master Wang and Wang Zhenzu.

Under the careful training of Master Wang, he grew from an orphan who could not afford to eat to become an eighth-rank master today. He wanted to be Wang Zhenzu's right-hand man in the future, but he did not expect that everything would be in vain.

"I am Shen Yuanliang from the Shen family. The 'Yuan' in Chinese means a new beginning, and the 'Liang' in Chinese means a kind nature."

"I killed Zhao Erniu, and I also killed Wang Zhenzu."

Perhaps it was because of his great skills and courage, or perhaps it was because he had been feeling depressed for a long time, but Shen Yuanliang touched the knife in his hand and spoke frankly.

Ever since the memories of the two lives merged, the Wang family has brought Shen Yuanliang tremendous pressure, whether it is the foreign debt of thirty taels of silver, or Wang Zhenzu's attempt to forcibly seize Wan'er.

Compared with the Wang family, the Shen family at that time could be said to be a small family. Shen Yuanliang even once thought of taking his family and fleeing to the interior.

Now the situation has changed. The once unattainable Wang family is just a grasshopper in autumn. It can only jump for a few days and will be destroyed today, in the hands of Shen Yuanliang.

"What? You killed the young master?"

Wang Chengbin, holding a spear, pointed at the young boy in front of him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and was stunned. It was really unbelievable.

Throughout Jingbian Fort and even Yongning City, many people knew Shen Yuanliang because of his father Shen Zhong. Wang Chengbin had met Shen Yuanliang several times.

In his impression, Shen Yuanliang was a kind and polite person, not like the descendant of a warrior. Instead, he looked like a well-mannered scholar from a scholarly family.

Even half a year ago, there were reports that Shen Yuanliang was dying. What Wang Chengbin never expected was that after recovering from his illness, Shen Yuanliang dared to kill people, and even dared to kill people from the Wang family.

"You, that is you, go and tell the master that the murderer of the young master has been found."

"The rest of you, keep an eye on Shen Yuanliang. Don't let him get away."

The head servant Wang Chengbin, who had come to his senses, gave orders in a panic. He was shouting just now, but now he was silent and felt a little panicked.

It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong!
You know, more than half a month ago, not only Wang Zhenzu was killed in the Wang family, but also fifteen guards. The leader of the guards was an eighth-rank official like him. Wang Chengbin couldn't help but be nervous.

In the very center of the fortress, there is a mourning hall covered with white banners.

"Master, the real murderer has been found."

The young servant, wearing heavy armor, rushed in in a panic without waiting for anyone to inform him, his face flushed and breathing heavily, and spoke.

These days, because of the young master's funeral, Mr. Wang's mood has been fluctuating and his mood has been unpredictable, making everyone tremble with fear and want to stay away from him.

He even often lost his temper over trivial matters, and many maids and servants in the courtyard were beaten to death and thrown into a mass grave with straw mats.

"Who?"

"Who killed my son?"

Upon hearing this, the grief-stricken Master Wang took three or two steps forward and tightly grasped the young servant's arm, his eyes red and he asked angrily. Although the Wang family and Huya Mountain had been fighting fiercely because of Shen Yuanliang's blatant frame-up, Master Wang knew very well that Wang Zhenzu was probably not killed by Huya Mountain.

The revenge on Huya Mountain was done intentionally by Mr. Wang because he was angry about not being able to find the murderer or he wanted to lure the snake out of its hole.

"It's Liang Ge'er, Shen Yuanliang from the Shen family."

"They are outside the castle!"

Beads of sweat appeared on the young servant's forehead. He endured the pain in his arm and responded with a grimace.

"court death!"

With a "crack", the angry Master Wang crushed the young servant's arm, then left without looking back and ran straight out of the castle.

"Are you the one who killed my son?"

After a while, Mr. Wang, who was blinded by anger, came to the outside of the fort alone, stared at Shen Yuanliang, who seemed a little honest in front of him, and spoke.

On that day, after Wang Zhenzu got into trouble, Master Wang locked himself in the study, racking his brains to think of which of his enemies he had not yet eliminated, so that they would take revenge on his son.

However, Mr. Wang never imagined that the harmless and elegant Shen Yuanliang in front of him was actually the mysterious man who killed his son Wang Zhenzu.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang, who was furious, narrowed his eyes, then threw the iron ball in his hand straight towards Shen Yuanliang's forehead.

The distance of ten steps passed in a flash, and the iron ball, like an arrow shot from a bow, carried Master Wang's rage, cut through the air, making a piercing whistle.

"Old man, you have no moral principles!"

Shen Yuanliang, who was always on guard, turned his head. The hot iron ball passed over his nose, flew hundreds of feet away, and smashed a towering ancient tree that was so thick that it took two people to hug it.

"Big Stone Smasher, Stone-Breaking Style."

Master Wang took the opportunity to move forward and circulate the energy and blood in his body. His palm, which was usually as soft as jade, swelled up and became larger, even turning dark blue, and he chopped directly towards Shen Yuanliang, who had just dodged the attack of the iron ball.

The fierce palm wind made his cheek hurt. Without caring about teasing, Shen Yuanliang also mobilized all his strength and slammed his fist as big as a casserole towards Master Wang's big stele-breaking hand.

"Crack!"

One force can defeat ten skills. A thousand pounds of force hit Master Wang's palm, which was as powerful as thunder. A crisp sound of bones breaking rang in everyone's ears.

"How do you have so much strength?"

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart. With his fingers disabled, Master Wang, who was retreating repeatedly, had his fighting power greatly reduced. His eyes were full of confusion and a hint of bewilderment.

As a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, Wang Shan was valued by the abbot of Luohan Hall and was able to learn the Great Stone-Breaking Hand, one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills.

After practicing martial arts for thirty years, Wang Shan, who has been diligent and hardworking, has taken the Great Stele Smashing Hand as his guiding principle. He practices day and night without giving up. Now he is a martial arts master at the peak of the sixth rank and is considered a top figure in the entire martial arts world.

I have been active in the Liaonan martial arts world for twenty years, but I never expected that I would be defeated by a young boy like Shen Yuanliang today. The thought of it makes me feel unwilling.

"How dare you go to Liangshan without any skills?"

Shen Yuanliang stood with his hands behind his back, and instead of pursuing the victory, he squinted his eyes and teased.

Through the fight just now, Shen Yuanliang had a rough idea of ​​his own strength, and the Master Wang Shan in front of him was now a useless man, like meat on the chopping board, and he could be cut however he wanted.

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