Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 25 Meal Money
The village gate had already been in ruins, and the bandits encountered no resistance at all, and took control of the village in half an hour.

Count the wealth and food, round up the women and children, and control the young and strong livestock.
Yizhenfeng was so skilled in these matters that it took only a short while for Master Liu Wu to arrange everything in order.

"Have you made arrangements with Mr. Zhang?!"

Master Liu Wu saw Tang Quezi, who was so happy that he looked unrecognizable. This guy felt that it was not safe to have only one child to carry on the family line, so he looked for two more in the village, and the smile on his face was so full that it was about to overflow.

"Mr. Zhang has changed his mind. He says he doesn't want a woman anymore. He wants the boy from before. He has found a family in the village and said he wants to take a bath and change clothes first." Tang the Cripple curled his lips, showing his disdain.

Master Liu Wu sighed. If he had known earlier, he would have chopped that kid to pieces with a knife. How could such a person be humiliated by a pig or a dog?

Forget it. There’s no need to offend Mr. Zhang now. I’ll have to rely on him to say a few good words to the village chief when I go back this time.

Fortunately, the Drunken God Powder is not comparable to ordinary knockout drugs. Even the blood-training strong men can't withstand it. I don't expect that kid to turn the tables. I just think that he is unlucky. Why does he have to meddle in this trivial matter?

Master Liu Wu had nothing to do, so he called Tang Quezi, who was holding his three children, to walk down the street and chat.

Not long after, a donkey cart slowly drove into the village gate, with a big man lying on the cart and two young men sitting on it.

The three men turned a blind eye to the bloody village, and even the old donkey pulling the cart did not show any fear.

"Whoa." The honest young man who was driving stopped the car in front of a minion.

"Big brother, the three of us, master and disciples, are passing by your precious place. My master heard that there is a family here that roasts pork elbows well. I hope you can show us the way."

When the minions heard him asking for directions in such a natural tone, looked at the young man's honest face, then looked at his knife still dripping with blood, they were stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"I'll take you NN!" The minion finally came to his senses. Grandpa was still thinking about finding a pretty village woman to have fun with, so why should he take her somewhere else!

The blood on the knife in my hand is not even dry yet! Do you have any eyes?

Before he raised his hand and stabbed the thug, his throat was burned and he fell to the ground.

There were many bandits around, and they were shocked and cursed when they saw this, but no one dared to gather around for a while.

Master Liu Wu saw it clearly. The young man had very fast finger skills. His short and thick fingers broke the thug's throat with one flick.

"I really didn't check the almanac before going out today. I ran into all kinds of people!" Master Liu Wu said in surprise.

"Why curse if you don't know!" the honest young man muttered as he drove the donkey cart and got off another minion beside him.

"Hey, big brother, do you know which family has the best roasted pork elbow?"

The thug was much smarter. After hearing this, he turned around and tried to run, but he saw the young man pull the reins and the old donkey pulling the cart raised its front hooves and kicked.

The thug was hit in the back and kicked four or five feet away. He vomited up a lot of organ fragments and his throat was blocked by blood foam. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.

"What the hell is this donkey!" Master Liu Wu had seen many heroes killed by galloping horses, but this was the first time he had seen someone die from a light kick from an old donkey.

But he saw that the young man was coming towards him. Master Liu Wu thought to himself that his lightness skill was not weak and he would not be caught up by a donkey cart.

Just as he turned his back and was about to leave, Tang Cuzi grabbed the corner of his clothes. In a moment of distraction, the donkey cart that was ten feet away just now appeared in front of him.

"This is not a donkey! It's a monster!" Master Liu Wu came to his senses. Fortunately, Tang Guizi helped him, otherwise he would have vomited blood now.

"Hey, big brother, do you know which family's pork elbow is cooked the best?" The young man driving the car had a simple and honest face and a kind smile.

This look actually reminded Master Liu Wu of his nephew who only dared to do odd jobs in the village and was afraid to touch a knife.

"What this guy is riding is a monster!" Master Liu Wu sighed again.

"I don't know," Mr. Liu Wu answered honestly. Tang Quezi, who was holding three children, also nodded hurriedly.

"Really don't know? My old donkey has a bad temper." The boy was still laughing.

This smile made Master Liu Wu feel uneasy. I only came here to rob money and women, not to attend a banquet. How would I know which restaurant has the best roasted pork elbow?

But if you say you don't know, you never know if this old donkey will raise his hoof again in the next moment!

"Someone knows! Someone knows! I will take you there right away." Tang Cuzi looked at the white steam coming out of the old donkey and broke out in a cold sweat.

Tang the Cripple found the old man with the blue scarf in his donkey cart. The old man was being forced by bandits to count money and grain, so Mr. Zhang sent him an antidote.

He just had a bruised face and nose, and it looked like he had suffered a lot.

"Elbow?" The old man in the silk scarf had a look of grief and indignation on his face. Could it be that this group of bandits really came for the elbow of the Mancang family?

"Father, the three of us, master and apprentice, came here just for this pork elbow."

"The Mancang family did a good job before, but I don't know if they are still alive now." The old man in the Lunjin said unhappily.

The honest young man looked at the bandits meaningfully after hearing this, and then said, "Please get in the car and lead the way, old man."

After saying that, he helped the old man in the silk scarf onto the donkey cart. The old man in the silk scarf wiped his tears and pointed the way despite being full of doubts.

The bandits thought that no one could outrun the old donkey, so they all followed the donkey cart obediently.

The old man with a silk scarf pointed the way and led the donkey cart straight to a house with a blue brick well in the yard.

Tang Guizi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly winked at Master Liu Wu. The latter understood, sighed, and thought to himself, why is Mr. Zhang everywhere?
Before the car reached the gate of the yard, a sharp curse was heard.

"You bitch, I told you to boil water, but you boiled it for an hour. Believe it or not, I will skin you alive! Damn it!"

"Mancang family!" The old man in the silk scarf saw the scene in the yard. A dark-looking woman was curled up on the ground, being whipped with a rattan stick by the dirty Mr. Zhang. Her linen skirt was covered in blood and it was hard to tell which part was skin and which was clothes.

"Master Muramasa! It hurts!" When the woman saw the old man in the silk scarf, she couldn't help crying softly.

"Sir, please save her, save her! If she dies, no one can do a good job." The old man in the silk scarf knelt down and begged with tears in his eyes.

"Of course!" Another handsome young man who had not spoken suddenly stood up, snatched the cane from Mr. Zhang's hand, and whipped him. Mr. Zhang didn't even have time to whimper before he was beaten to death.

The bandits were all silent, even Master Liu Wu was the same. The young man whipped him and he didn't even have a chance to speak out to stop him. Mr. Zhang was whipped to death. Is this a martial arts master? Or an immortal?!
The scene was deathly quiet, with only the woman lying on the ground crying, "Master Muramasa! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Can't stand it anymore?" The big man who had been dozing on the donkey cart finally spoke.

"I can't stand it anymore!" the handsome young man replied.

"Anle is more tolerant than you." The big man sneered.

"Anle couldn't help it a long time ago, but he was the one who killed first." The handsome young man was not convinced.

"Master, Yundao is right." The smile on the honest young man's face disappeared, and there was no warmth in his eyes when he looked at the bandits around him.

"There are countless scenes like this in Pingrong County, Yunjiaozhou, and David Immortal Dynasty. There are countless places that are a hundred times more harsh than this! You can't stand it? Can you do anything about it?" The man sat up and first taught his two apprentices a lesson.

Then he turned to look at Master Liu Wu, "Don't be afraid, Master, I'm just here to have a meal."

Master Liu Wu was so frightened at this moment that he was like a quail. He wished he could shrink his head back into his stomach and dared not make a sound.

"Sister-in-law, please roast an elbow." The man walked into the yard and helped the woman up.

He raised his hand and a burst of fresh air sprinkled on the woman's body. After a while, the bloodstains all over her body had scabbed over.

Before the woman could react, "This is magic!" The old man in the silk scarf was surprised and happy. Suddenly he remembered something and ran into the house to look for the young man in white.

Seeing that he was still sleeping with his clothes intact, he felt relieved and hurried out to tell the woman to light a fire and cook.

The wounds on her body had clearly scabbed over, but her eyes were still dull. She held Muramasa's sleeve tightly with one hand and murmured "It hurts" from time to time.

What good dish can a frightened country woman make? The pork elbow without any hair shaved off was put into boiling water without adding any oil or salt. It was taken out and served in the time it took to simmer for a cup of tea.

Even if the old man in the silk scarf is a gentleman who stays away from the kitchen, he knows that the food is not cooked. How can he feed it to a noble who can cast magic!

The man brought the pork elbow to the table and swallowed it whole, meat and blood in a short while, leaving only bones on the table.

He wiped his bloody mouth and praised, "Delicious, delicious! I've never eaten such a bloody and tearful pork elbow."

After saying that, he turned to look at his two disciples and said, "We went out without any gold or silver, but we must give you the money for the meal."

He then extended his hand to beckon Master Liu Wu over, "I'd like to trouble you to pay for today's meal!"

Master Liu Wu still didn't dare to speak. He tremblingly took out a handful of silver ingots and gold bars. The old man in the silk scarf had never seen so much money in his life.

"I don't need these. Just lending you these heads is enough!" the man said fiercely, and smashed Master Liu Wu's head into pieces with a small hammer.

The two young men, who had long been unable to suppress their anger, were like ghosts. In a short while, they killed all the bandits in the village with their bare hands.

Tang the Cripple ran the fastest despite having a lame leg, but he could not escape. He stood with his eyes wide open, holding his body, and fell heavily to the ground with his back, still holding the three babies tightly before he died.

"Are you feeling comfortable?" Kang Dabao asked his two apprentices jokingly.

"It feels good." The two ten-year-old kids, who were covered in blood and hadn't even wiped it off, nodded in response.

"Today, it was just some ordinary mountain bandits bullying innocent people. You couldn't stand it, so you killed them all. What if it was a martial sect today? It might work, but you would just have to pay a price. But what if it was a cultivator? A foundation-building cultivator? Or a Jindan Yuanying ancestor of those big sects? What can you do if you can't stand it?"

Kang Dabao spoke in a calm tone.

"." The two disciples lowered their heads and said nothing.
"Of course you have to kneel down. What else can you do? How much more are your heads worth in the eyes of others?" Kang Dabao changed the subject.

"But now you can kill bandits, when you are a cultivator you can kill martial masters, Jindan kill foundation building, Yuanying kill Jindan. No matter how capable you are, you can meddle in other people's business. If you really can't bear it, you should practice seriously. With a higher realm, you can save more lives. But you must remember to be smart, otherwise you will be like the kid in the inner room, who almost got himself into trouble."

Kang Dabao looked at the two disciples who were deep in thought and shook his head. According to his nature, he didn't want to meddle in these trivial matters.

After so many years, I have already gotten used to this situation. However, the two disciples still have such innocent hearts, and it is not good to disappoint them.

After teaching his disciples a lesson, he went into the inner room.

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