Chapter 173 Close Gathering Asking for a Red Ticket
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The barking of dogs was silent, and the dilapidated small village was immersed in the night, and its outlines were all blurred by darkness.
A dim yellow light swam in the darkness, like a changing will-o'-the-wisp, slowly drifting into the village.
Under the dim light, a dark and mysterious figure moved slowly and silently like a ghost.
The light illuminated the dark shadow, and he soon arrived in front of a small house. He knocked four times and then two times six times on the seemingly withered door. After a while, a vague voice came from the door: "It's the king."
Second brother? Is it about collecting firewood when you come so late?"
The black shadow made a low voice: "No, it's raining heavily tomorrow and it's time to hunt. We're here to discuss hunting."
The door was quickly opened from the inside, and the black shadow put away the lighting basket and walked in. Then a square head poked out from the door, looked around, then quickly put it back, and the door was closed again.
Inside the door, several luxurious spiritual bead lamps illuminated a simple farmhouse hall. Six men and two women were sitting on simple wooden chairs under the lights. Two of them were sitting quietly with their eyes closed. The other six people were whispering to each other.
He turned his attention to the entrance and looked at the man in black who had just entered.
The man in black looked a little pale. He glanced at everyone in the room and was about to speak. The middle-aged man in brown clothes next to him with a square face spoke first and whispered: "Wait a moment, wait until everyone is here."
." Then he pointed to the young man in white who was sitting in the brightest place and said, "That white brother is from Suruo, so be careful what you say."
When the man in black heard what he said, his expression became more solemn. He nodded slightly and found a seat to sit down, as far away from the solemn cultivator as possible.
The ancestor of the Su Ruoliu sect was the famous Zhuo Lianli, one of the Seven Bamboo Sages.
The artistic conception of Seven Saints of Bamboo Branches is "beautiful and elegant", which can be said to be a first-class elegant and decent artistic conception. Ironically, Su Ruoliu is a very unpopular sect, and its reputation is even worse than that of some demonic sects.
.The reason for this phenomenon is their mysophobia of speech.
It is recorded in "Wanliu Anecdote": Zhuo Gong is the most clean, and he can't stand even the slightest filthy words. Whenever there are filthy words, he will draw his sword and rise up. Lu Guniu tasted the dirty things in the brothel, and his appearance was very obscene. Zhuo Gong
If it happens, if you don't like it, kill it.
The Zhuo Gong mentioned here refers to Zhuo Lianli.
Lu Guniu is the master of Man Mou. He was killed for swearing, which can be said to be the most unjust master in history.
Zhuo Lianli left a sentence in "Zhuo's Suyu", the most important classic of the solemn school: Those who speak dirty words should be burned to ashes.
The descendants of Su Ruo, with the courage to dare to be enemies of the world, turned this sentence into the highest prohibition. In the history of Su Ruo's mainland spread for less than two hundred years, there are enough people who were burned to death by them for speaking dirty words.
Tens of thousands of people, including two Jing Sects, thirteen Jing Zuns, and countless Jing Masters and below. Even Hua Banzhu, one of the Seven Bamboo Sages, was almost killed when he was young.
Because of the "Burning for Obscene Words", Suruo was rejected by almost all artistic conception schools. He lived in the north for less than two hundred years before being swept out of the mainland by all the sects, becoming one of the first batch of overseas cultivation schools.
one.
The man in black was silent. If he accidentally let out a curse word at this time, it might lead to a bloody conflict. He was not afraid of conflict with the other party, but a major event was imminent, and there was no need to engage in internal division over such a troublesome matter.
A bald man came to the side and said with narrowed eyes: "Brother, may I ask which school you belong to?"
The man in black said calmly: "Youhua."
"Youhua!" The bald head smiled even more happily, pointing at the Suruo realm cultivator, "Suruo is here too, so be careful."
There were more than a dozen factions that participated in suppressing Su Ruo, and You Hua was one of them, and he was the vanguard.
The bald man said: "I don't know which family brought Su Ruo in. Fortunately, Slang is not here, otherwise the house would be blown up."
All the slang practitioners live in the market, and each one of them is a master of swear words. It is said that the word "bastard" was originally only popular in the southeastern coastal areas. It was only due to the promotion of slang that it became popular in the mainland. After living overseas, the slang people
They have not forgotten their business of promoting swear words. "Chingalangso", which was originally just a dialect of an island, has long been interpreted by them as a trend and a culture.
After saying "hehe", the bald man burst out laughing, his eyes rolling wildly as he thought: What a lively event it would be if the sentence "Chingelangsuo" suddenly appeared here?
"Chingronso!"
What I was thinking about came to me, and accompanied by a barking of dogs outside, the word "Chingelangsuo" came through the door.
Everyone paid attention to the solemn Jingxiu cultivator in white clothes, and even several Jingxiu cultivators who had closed their eyes to relax opened their eyes.
Su Ruo Jingxiu's chest rose and fell violently, and the undulating veins on his face were clearly visible under the bright light.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk." The agreed knocking sound came from outside the door, and then a somewhat lazy voice rang out, "Brother Wang, open the damn door. It will rain tomorrow, so it will be good for hunting. I will follow you."
You discuss the hunting matter."
Everyone looked at each other, and the square-faced middle-aged man standing by the door also had black lines on his face. The agreed-upon code words were said in such a mess, with two swear words in the middle. You slang bastard, damn...
Granzo!
As soon as the door opened, a gray figure jumped in and said: "Something serious happened to Qinge..."
"Death!" Su Ruo Jingxiu shouted violently, shaking his palms like orchids in the wind, placing his slender fingers on the hilt of his sword, and rushed towards Li Li who had just entered the door. The tip of the sword was instantly shot in front of Li Li's face.
.
"Ding!" A thin sword suddenly stabbed out from the side, piercing the sword spine of Su Ruo Jing Xiu like thunder. Then the sword spine swept across and hit Su Ruo Jing Xiu's chest like a steel whip. In an instant,
He pulled the solemn cultivator back to his seat.
The middle-aged man with phoenix eyes and long beard took back his rapier, glanced at Su Ruo Jingxiu with his slender and beautiful eyes, and said lightly and majesticly: "If anyone dares to mess around in the meeting place, don't blame Yin for being ruthless with the awl sword."
The frightened Li Li came to his senses at this moment and opened his mouth to curse. The square-faced middle-aged man next to him quickly covered his mouth and said in his ear: "That's Brother Su Ruo, please stay calm."
point."
After hearing this, Li Li immediately calmed down and found a low stool to sit on, hunching his waist and squinting his eyes to look at Su Ruojing Xiu.
Regardless of the strength of his school or his personal strength, Suruo is undoubtedly much stronger than Lili. If it were a cultivator from another realm, he might have to argue a lot and show off his strength, but Lili is famous for being able to bend but not stretch.
People say that a man has gold at his knees, but Slang didn't even have half a copper at his knees, so he was so withdrawn that he didn't have any psychological pressure.
The bald-headed cultivator leaned his head over again and asked: "Brother, what big thing did you just say happen?"
"I...I, he...I forgot." The frightened Slang was in a state of confusion in his mind.
The middle-aged man with a square face closed the door, turned around and stood in front of the hall and glanced at everyone. His eyes fell on Li Li and said: "Hu Xianfeng, aren't you there? You are the closest, why are you here?
so slow?"
"I...my qin...was kicked out." After Hu Xianfeng finished speaking, he glanced at Su Ruojing Xiu sadly. He couldn't say bad words. For Li Li, it was even more uncomfortable than becoming mute.
"What's going on?" The square-faced middle-aged man's face was livid. Hu Xianfeng had a mission, but he was kicked out, which means that the mission has not been completed.
"There is, there is a ￥%& stubborn old man," Hu Xianfeng became smarter and blurred all the curse words, "actually @￥# and I ￥@ died together, this @#%#￥%&@# old man,
It’s purely￥@%￥#%……”
"Forget it, shut up!" The square-faced middle-aged man helplessly interrupted Hu Xianfeng's speech. Looking at the people present who couldn't help laughing and the solemn expressions of murderous faces, he completely gave up on letting Hu Xianfeng speak.
"By the way, I remembered it. I saw the blood sacrificers, Qinge Langsuo, and they were all killed." Hu Xianfeng suddenly became excited and forgot that there was a natural enemy beside him.
Su Ruo drew his sword, but before it was unsheathed, the long-bearded middle-aged man's awl sword was pointed at the hilt. The half-pulled sword was instantly sheathed again. The long-bearded middle-aged man's gaze fell on it like a sharp blade.
The gaze on Su Ruo's face seemed to pierce into Su Ruo's soul, causing Su Ruo to break out in cold sweat.
Among the eleven realm cultivators, Sword Cone's long beard is undoubtedly the most powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so strong. Just one look can put such pressure. This kind of realm is not something that this white-clothed Suruo can match.
, he could only suppress his anger and look at the other party fearfully.
The square-faced middle-aged man scolded Hu Xianfeng for a few words, and then asked: "How many died?"
Hu Xianfeng didn't dare to speak anymore and stretched out three fingers.
"Three?"
Hu Xianfeng nodded.
The square-faced middle-aged man raised his head, looked at everyone solemnly, and said, "Have you got any news?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.
A woman dressed enchantingly said: "I have been in contact with people who perform blood sacrifices. They come to the northwest to find people. They have nothing to do with what we are doing. I think it is best to ignore them and care whether they are dead or alive."
The bald-headed cultivator also agreed: "I don't think there is any need to pay attention to them."
"In that case, let's just pretend we didn't see it." Seeing that no one was willing to care about the matter, the square-faced middle-aged man gently dropped the topic, "At this party, some friends have already met each other, but there are also some
This is the first time for several friends to participate. Let’s introduce ourselves. We will work together in the future, so don’t get too estranged. I’ll go first, Xue Cang, Lao Dingyuan.”
"Sword awl, seal Qianhe." The long-bearded middle-aged man said calmly.
"Youhua, but it's night." The man in black.
"Du Shi, Du Songzan." Bald-headed Master.
"Li... Li, Hu Xianfeng." After Hu Xianfeng finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Su Ruojingxiu.
"Sure, Lin You." After Lin You finished speaking, he straightened his white clothes without even looking at Hu Xianfeng, and closed his eyes to rest.
"Chu Feng, Wei Sheng Jing." A woman with a face like a horse said coldly, looking up, as if she was extremely arrogant. After speaking, she secretly glanced at the handsome Lin You, thinking she was mysterious.
Everyone knew it, but even the careless Hu Xianfeng couldn't hide it.
"Feitan, farewell Xingwei." The woman dressed enchantingly looked at Weisheng Jing with a smile, "Sister Weisheng is really as her name suggests, beautiful and elegant, and full of intelligence. She is really a fairy-like figure."
"Sister, it's true. It makes Xiao Jing feel embarrassed." It's rare for Wei Shengjing to be flattered, so he immediately blushed and responded, trying to elicit more compliments, "How can anyone be as good as what my sister said!"
Bie Xingwei immediately took over the conversation and said softly: "Of course, sister, you never look in the mirror? Even if you don't look in the mirror, just look at the eyes of these stinky men in the room, you should know that you have
How charming. Mr. Lin, what do you think?"
The two women's eyes fell on Lin You's face. Bie Xingwei was teasing, Wei Shengjing was looking forward to it, coupled with Hu Xianfeng, Du Songzan and others who were enjoying the misfortune, Lin You's face turned pale in an instant.
"Ahem, next one." The square-faced Lao Dingyuan awkwardly broke the awkward atmosphere.
"Uh, Xingmo, Jing... Shang You." The middle-aged man with a loyal face rushed to the shelf, speaking with very little confidence.
Everyone felt that this name had a profound meaning. After thinking about it for a moment, they all looked at each other and suppressed their laughter.
"Death!" Lin You grabbed the sword and stepped forward... dd