Several lamas shouted: "Kneel down and surrender. If you are too late, I will chop off all your heads one by one."
Although the weapons of the people in the Zheng Mansion were lost, they were not timid. Some of them used their bare hands to punch, or they raised their benches and rushed towards the Six Lamas.
The six lamas shouted, swung their knives and threw them. With a bang, the six knives were inserted into the table where the tall and thin lama was sitting. They formed a neat circle and followed the disciples to jump out of the crowd.
All I could hear was ouch, ah, hoo, shouts one after another, mixed with the sounds of kala and kama. In a moment, more than 20 companions all had their femurs broken, and they were thrown all over the shop.
One place.
At this time, Fang Yu's heart was filled with fear that far outweighed his joy. He just complained and thought, "They are going to make things difficult for Master Tai and my little beauty. What should we do?"
The six lamas clasped their hands together and seemed to be chanting sutras for a while. Then they sat back at the table, took off the swords on the table, and hung them beside their bodies.
The tall and thin lama shouted: "Bring the wine, bring the food!"
After a few drinks, the clerk watched from afar, how dare you come over?
One lama cursed: "Damn it, if you don't bring food and wine, we will set fire to this black shop."
When the shopkeeper heard that the shop was about to be burned down, he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes! Bring us wine and rice now, hurry up, bring wine and food to all the Buddhas."
Fang Yu looked at the nun in white to see what countermeasures she had, but saw that she was holding a tea cup in her right hand and slowly sipping tea, her sleeves were not moving at all, and her face was indifferent. Akko's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.
Zheng Keshuang's face turned blue and white for a while. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and his arm couldn't stop trembling. He was a little undecided for a moment as to whether he should go forward and fight.
The tall and thin lama sneered, stood up and walked to Zheng Keshuang.
Zheng Keshuang jumped to the side, pointed the tip of his sword at the lama, and shouted: "You...you...where are you going?" His voice was hoarse and trembling.
The lama said: "We only have business with the nun and have nothing to do with others. Are you her disciple?"
Zheng Keshuang said: "No."
The lama said: "Okay! Those who know the truth, get out of here quickly."
Zheng Keshuang said: "Your Majesty... who is your Majesty? Please leave your name for future... future..."
The lama raised his head and laughed. Fang Yu's ears buzzed, and he suddenly felt dizzy. Akko was unsteady, fell down on the stool, and leaned on the table.
The lama smiled and said: "My Dharma name is Sangjie, and I am the great protector of the Dalai Lama in Tibet. What will happen to you in the future? Do you want to seek revenge from me?"
Zheng Keshuang braced himself and said with a trembling voice: "Exactly...exactly!"
Sang Jie laughed and brushed his left sleeve away from his face. Zheng Keshuang raised his sword to block the attack.
The middle finger of Sang Jie's right hand popped out, and with a clang sound, the long sword flew up and was inserted into the roof beam. Then he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the back of his neck. He lifted him up and placed him heavily on the bench. He said with a smile:
"Sit down!"
Zheng Keshuang grabbed the "Dazhui point" on the back of his neck, which is the three yang governor channels of the hands and feet, and he was immediately unable to move. Sang Jie sneered and went back to sit down at his table.
Fang Yu thought to himself: "What are they waiting for? Why don't they take action against Master? Is there any help coming?"
He looked around and saw that the dining hall was surrounded by brick walls. He found that he could not repeat his old trick and stabbed the enemy through the wall with his dagger.
Suddenly, he thought of Hu Bayin in the cart, and thought to himself: "Oh no, as soon as they rescued Hub Bayin, they immediately knew that Shitai and I were in the same group, and they might even know that I was the one who killed those four lamas.
At that time, if he doesn't go to the underworld to gather with the four great lamas, I'm afraid it will be rare. What I'm most afraid of is that they will cut me into a human stick first, and this is my method."
Thinking of someone taking someone else's dagger and cutting him into a club, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. He turned to look at Sang Jie and saw that he had a solemn look on his face, with a slight hint of uneasiness on his face.
Fang Yu immediately understood: "That's right, he doesn't know that Master Shitai has been seriously injured, and he is afraid of Master Tai's martial arts skills, so he is making up his own mind on how to take action."
At this time, the clerk brought the wine and food, and a pot of wine was poured in front of each lama until half the bowl was empty.
A lama banged the table and cursed: "This little wine is not enough for the Buddha to drink alone."
The clerk was already shaking all over and became even more frightened, so he turned around and went to get another drink.
Fang Yu had an idea and followed him into the kitchen. He was a little kid, so no one paid any attention to him.
I saw the clerk taking the wine basket, taking the wine from the jar and pouring it into the jug. His hands were shaking, and the wine was splashed everywhere on the ground, on the table, beside the jar, and next to the jug.
Fang Yu took out a small ingot of silver and handed it to him, saying, "Don't be afraid. This is my meal money and the extra reward. I'll help you pour the wine." He took the wine cup.
The clerk was overjoyed, having never thought that such a good person existed in the world.
Fang Yu said: "These lamas are very fierce. Go and see what they are doing."
The clerk responded and went to the kitchen door and looked into the store. Fang Yu took out the sweat medicine from his arms, opened the paper bag, shook all the contents into the wine flask, poured a few more bottles of wine, and shook it vigorously.
The waiter turned around and said, "They were drinking, nothing... nothing!"
Fang Yu handed the jug to him and said, "Take it quickly, they are getting angry, don't really burn down the store."
The waiter thanked him profusely, took the wine bottle with both hands and went out, murmuring to himself: "Thank you, thank you so much, oh, you are such a good man, God bless you."
The lamas grabbed the wine jug, each poured half a bowl, and shouted: "It's not enough, go get more wine."
Fang Yu saw that the seven lamas drank all the medicinal wine in the bowl without any suspicion. He was overjoyed and said to himself: "The stinky lama is vainly claiming to be a strong martial artist. He doesn't even pay attention to this extremely superficial way of the world. It's really ridiculous."
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Little did they know that Sang Jie and the others saw five of his fellow disciples die unexpectedly. One of them was so shaken by the force of his palm that all his ribs were broken. The enemy's martial arts were so high that it was rarely seen in the world. Sang Jie thought that if he fought with this person, he would lose.
There are many faces, so I dare not take action suddenly.
In the hotel, I saw Ni Yi, a woman in white, with a calm expression. She indeed looked like a great master. The seven people were all paying attention, watching her movements. How could they be wary of a great master whose martial arts had reached the pinnacle?
Is it such a shameful thing to use sweating pills?
They drank wine in their mouths, but in fact they drank without knowing the taste. Thinking of the tragic death of five brothers, they were always cautious in their hearts.
If there were no nuns in white sitting in the hotel, then the pot of medicinal wine containing a large amount of sweat medicine might not have been noticed by the person in his mouth.
A fat lama was a lecherous person. When he saw Akko's beautiful face, he wanted to come up and touch his hands and feet. However, he was afraid of the nun in white and did not dare to be rude. He waited until half a bowl of wine was consumed.
I couldn't hold it any longer. After a while, the drug took effect and my mind became dizzy. Suddenly I didn't care about anything anymore.
He stood up and said with a smile: "Little girl, do you have a husband?" He stretched out his big hand and wanted to touch Akko's face.
Fang Yu was unwilling to do anything, so he stretched out his hand to block the fat monk's hand.
The fat monk got angry and said, "Where did you come from, young monk, and dared to block me?"
Akko was already so frightened that his whole body was trembling, and he said, "You...you..." He slashed with his knife.
The lama reached out and grabbed her wrist. With a twist, the steel knife in Akko's hand fell to the ground. The lama laughed and wanted to hold her in his arms.
Akko screamed loudly and struggled desperately, but the lama's thick arms were like a big iron ring, tightly holding him, but how could he escape?
At this time, Fang Yu took action. He took out a dagger and stabbed the fat monk in the arm. The fat monk screamed and moved away the hand that grabbed A Ke's wrist.
The fat monk felt the pain and slapped Fang Yu on the body, knocking Fang Yu and A Ke away hard.
The fat monk said angrily: "You brat, you are looking for death!"
The nun in white was originally calm and composed, but now her face changed color. She thought to herself: "It doesn't matter if these evil lamas try to kill me. If they are so rude in public, I will die immediately without closing my eyes."
Zheng Keshuang put his hands on the table, stood up, and shouted: "You...you..." The fat lama punched him with his left hand, and with a bang, he rolled twice on the ground.
Seeing that the situation was very urgent, Fang Yu secretly said: "
Why doesn't this sweat medicine work? Does the smelly lama have some weird skills and isn't afraid of sex?"
Seeing the lama walking towards him and Akko, Fang Yu also picked up the dagger and suddenly raised it when the fat monk approached, saying: "Great monk, what do you want to do?"
The fat monk's right hand touched the left side of his vest. Fang Yu flipped his wrist and inserted the dagger into the lama's heart. He said with a smile: "Great monk, what are you playing?" He quickly dodged to the left to prevent him from counterattack...
The dagger was extremely sharp and penetrated the flesh silently. It was aimed at the heart every now and then. The lama's heart stopped immediately and he stood frozen.
Akko didn't know he was dead and was so frightened that he just screamed. Fang Yu stepped forward, pulled Akko up and whispered: "Ake, come with me quickly."
He held her hand with one hand and supported the nun in white with the other, and walked out of the shop. The remaining lamas were shocked and stepped forward one after another.
Fang Yu shouted: "Stop! My master's magical skills are wonderful, this lama is rude and he has been put to death. Anyone who takes a step forward will be killed immediately."
When all the lamas were stunned, there were two bangs and two people fell to the ground. After a while, two more people fell.
Sang Jie had so much internal energy that the Mongolian sweat medicine kept him awake for a while, but he also felt dizzy and his body was swaying. How could he have imagined that he had been hit by the Mongolian sweat medicine?
Akko called out: "Mr. Zheng, come with us quickly."
Zheng Keshuang said: "Yes." He got up and went out first.
Fang Yu helped the nun in white out of the shop. Sang Jie chased her a few steps, then swayed and fell onto a table. There was a loud crack and the table collapsed immediately.
Fang Yu saw that the coachman had no idea where he had fled and had no time to wait. He helped the nun in white get into the coach. He saw that Nahu Bayin was clearly in the coach. He was afraid that Sangjie and other lamas would chase him out. He saw A Ke and Zheng Keshuang getting on the coach.
, jump on the coachman's seat, whip up his whip and drive the coach.
After running for more than ten miles in one breath, the mule was tired and slowed down its walking. At this moment, the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard, and several horses were chasing them.
Zheng Keshuang said: "Oh, it's a pity that we don't have horses, otherwise our horses would run so fast that the evil lama would definitely not be able to catch up."
Fang Yu said: "Master, how can you ride a horse like this? Besides, I didn't invite you to get in the car."
He shouted and drove the mules away with his whip. Zheng Keshuang knew that he had made a mistake. He was a prince and was used to being flattered. Fang Yu choked him a few words and his face was filled with anger.