"Stop looking, you don't deserve that baby!"

Grandpa San sneered and picked up another pecan.

He smashed the walnut and handed it to the saint master slowly, but he said with deep meaning: "Why did you choose a fool after a thousand years of inheritance? It seems that your statement of destiny is very problematic. When you choose a saint, you actually choose a fool. Look at his eyes and keep staring at the big pot..."

The saint seemed a little embarrassed, but also a little depressed, and said a little sadly: "This is my lack of training, so I can make you laugh at it. However, Huang Chao is the destiny of heaven, and a small flaw cannot harm the overall situation."

Grandpa San sneered again, and said with disdain, "The destiny belongs to God..."

The saint smiled and Zheng said, "Where is destiny!"

Grandpa third raised his eyebrows and suddenly started to curse, "The fate of heaven is to be the fools, you deceive the people into being the destiny in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and the Yellow Turban Army ravaged the people of the world and lived in poverty. During the Jin Dynasty, you still wanted to find a foreign race to establish the sages as the sages. As a result, the Five Barbarians invaded China, and the Han people were slaughtered as pigs and sheep. I want to ask, what kind of destiny is the destiny of heaven."

He suddenly burst out, staring at the saint's master with anger, shouting: "Do you know that because of your destiny, the people of our Han family were slaughtered by millions, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the people were living in poverty. The people were erected by foreign races on fires and barbecued like animals. They were eaten as food? The destiny of heaven is what your destiny is?"

The saint teacher remained silent, and Huang Chao suddenly smiled coldly and said, "Those who achieve great things do not care about the details. What the saints need to do is to take charge of the world. Some sacrifices are always inevitable. When we take charge of the world, we will naturally protect the people of the Han family..."

"Shut up your stinky mouth!" Grandpa San had a very irritable temper and roared and cursed: "I am talking to your elders, so how can you be qualified to interfere? I'm talking to me, what are you?"

Huang Chao's eyes were full of tears and his hands were clenched.

Grandpa San didn't even look at him, but just stared at the holy master and said, "I'm asking you, is there any room for discussion on matters?"

This is abrupt and most people cannot withstand such a turning point. However, the saint master fully understood and slowly shook his head and said, "The Holy Church has always been committed to revenge. If Tang Xiaowu kills the people of the Holy Church, he must accompany his life."

"good!"

Grandpa Third laughed, suddenly felt a sense of fighting on his body, and shouted: "If you don't have any speculation, then fight!"

The saint suddenly spoke again and smiled, "But it's not unrelated!"

uh-huh?

The third grandfather was slightly stunned, Huang Chao frowned faintly, and the fat aunt and others watched from afar, with a hint of confusion on their faces.

The saint suddenly smiled and pointed to the big iron pot under the locust tree, saying with a deep meaning: "If you are willing to give up this big pot, the Holy Church can not pursue Tang Xiaowu's responsibility!"

Grandpa's face suddenly became cold, but Huang Chao's face was full of greed.

The saint suddenly looked back at him and smiled and said, "I suddenly felt a little thirsty. I was worried that the saint would go to the village to ask for a drink..."

There were obviously fat aunts and others present, but the saint master asked Huang Chao to go to the village to ask for water. Huang Chao felt unhappy on his face, knowing that the old man was trying to send him away.

"Go, the villagers won't make things difficult for you!"

The saint looked at him again and said lightly: "It's useless for you to stay here. Brother Shi scolded him just now. You are not qualified to participate in the competition at our level!"

Huang Chao bowed his hand and turned around and left with Gui's anger. When he passed by the big locust tree, he couldn't help but look at it, and the greed in his eyes was always staring at the pot.

The saint master watched him enter the village from afar, and suddenly shook his head with regret.

Grandpa Third smiled and sat cross-legged again, saying, "I suddenly felt a little sympathetic to you. This saint son is a bit bad. He counts all the holy sons of the holy religions throughout the ages. Which one is not a heroic talent... At the end of the Han Dynasty, the holy son Zhang Jiao dared to say that the heaven was dead. During the Jin Dynasty, the holy sons were tyrants, but they were decisive in killing each of you. Each of the holy sons was a hero. This time he chose a fool. He could also touch the military pot. Do he know how much he weighed?"

The saint did not seem to listen and kept watching Huang Chao enter the village from afar.

Until Huang Chao's figure disappeared completely, the saint suddenly said, "Brother Shi, how about talking about a deal?"

Grandpa San was stunned and said curiously: "What business?"

The saint's face showed a strange look, and his eyebrows raised, "It was the one I just proposed, you give the pot to the Holy Church, I will cut off the saint's son of Huang Chao, and then I will choose another saint's son. We will work together to dominate the world..."

The metaphor of this is very profound, but Grandpa San still heard the taste and couldn't help but tentatively say: "What do you mean to choose our little five?"

The Holy Master did not answer, but just asked: "Does Brother Shi agree to give me a big pot? As long as the big pot is given to the Holy Teaching, the Holy Teaching will not only not pursue Tang Xiaowu's responsibility, but the Holy Teaching will also give him a great opportunity..."

This is almost clear!

Grandpa San was a little moved and looked back at the fat aunt.

Seeing him like this, the saint was a little confused. He also looked at the fat aunt, then looked at him carefully. After a long time, the saint suddenly stood up from the ground, with a slightly shocked face, and hurriedly arched his hands, and said solemnly: "It turns out to be a Han family. I am polite here. I didn't pay attention to it just now. Please forgive me."

The fat aunt avoided his salute and shook her head and said, "I am just a slave who was kicked out of the house. Is the respectful tribute of the Holy Teacher? Is the suggestion you just said feasible? Isn't it intentionally trying to harm my baby?"

The saint master looked serious and said solemnly: "As long as we welcome the big pot back, I can protect you. You also know that the Holy Master is in charge of education, the Holy Son is in charge of military power, and the Holy Son is in charge of faith. I represent one-third of the power of the Holy Sect. With the big pot, I can persuade the saint to join hands with me to change the Holy Son. This is two-on-one, and I am not afraid that Huang Chao will not accept..."

The fat aunt was a little confused and her eyes kept colliding with the third grandfather. At this time, a middle-aged man suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice: "If you want a big pot, please exchange it for something!"

This was so headless that the saint was slightly stunned. Then he quickly reacted and said happily: "So, is the matter done?"

The middle-aged man snorted and said unwillingly: "Our military pot, your hatchet, and the jade bi that was broken into eighteen pieces by the emperor. If the three can be combined into one, it will be the greatest treasure in the world. Unfortunately, since Zhang Jiao was killed in the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty, no one has collected three things for thousands of years. Tang Xiaowu, our family, can try it, give him both the hatchet and the iron pot..."

The saint was a little confused and he pondered cross-legged.

...

Tang Zheng led 500 soldiers to rush on his way, and finally returned to Tangjiazhuang before sunset. Unfortunately, the scene in front of him surprised him, and the expected battle did not appear.

Two old men sat cross-legged at the entrance of the village, pounding pecans with stones to eat. These two old men seemed a little greedy, and occasionally they would make noise because you ate more and I ate less.

Tang Zheng was a little confused and walked over and squatted down in a daze, curiously: "Three Grandpa, where is the other person?"

One of the two old men was Grandpa San. Hearing this, he didn't bother to answer Tang Zheng's curiosity. Instead, he shouted: "Xiao Wu came just right. Help me hold down this shameless old thing. He ate seven of the ten walnuts. Grandpa San suffered a great loss."

Tang Zheng was even more confused and confused.

He had long recognized who the other old man was, the great master he and his little lord met on the road. At that time, he thought it was a revenge sent by that force, but it seemed that the situation in front of him was not.

Seeing that the old man snatched pecans quickly, he ate half of it in a blink of an eye, then patted his belly with satisfaction, suddenly he looked up and smiled at Tang Zheng, saying, "The little baby is good, much better than your old man, um, um, good, good, knowing politeness and knowing how to treat guests. You didn't help Mr. Cheng bully me. I want to give you a meeting gift..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Grandpa San and said with a deep meaning: "This old guy should teach you Chengmen's giant axe kung fu, but the Cheng family's kung fu is only suitable for fighting on the battlefield. I have a very extraordinary sword technique, so how about it as a meeting etiquette to teach you?"

Without waiting for Tang Zheng to agree or object, he suddenly reached out to put a set of clothes on the hem of his clothes. He actually took out a rusty hatchet on the small hem and threw it in front of Tang Zheng with a clang.

"Doll, I'll give you this knife!"

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Chapter completed!