Scourge the heavens

"Brother Sect Leader, you just looked at Aunt Zhang with something wrong in your eyes, and you smiled so wickedly." Because he was more familiar with Wei Qiu, Tao Jun actually made a joke of Wei Qiu after Aunt Zhang left.

For some reason, everyone laughed along with Tao Jun.

"Hmph." Wei Qiu snorted softly, without explaining, secretly jotted down all these people in his heart.

Now that I have discovered the existence of Japanese pirates, I can't let them go, but now is not the time.

Wei Qiu once promised the blacksmith in Hengshan City that he would help him kill Dongfang Bubai when he was able.

Now is the right time to deal with Dongfang Invincible.

Moreover, the Japanese pirates have been infested for many years, even if Wei Qiu wants to intervene, it probably won't be solved in a short while, it needs a long-term plan.

As for the neighbor Mrs. Zhang.
What do you think?
There are quite a few refugees in Qingping Town, so Wei Qiu simply hired some refugees and bought some donkey-drawn carts.

In just three days, Wei Qiu formed a caravan that looked like a caravan. Although it wasn't really for business, the configuration was very complete.

The hired refugees are responsible for loading the goods, and the people from the Huashan faction play the role of guards.

Wei Qiu is naturally the boss of the merchant, and a group of people quietly headed towards Dengfeng County with dozens of carts of iron swords.

With such a large number of iron swords, it would be troublesome if people from the court found them.

So along the way, Wei Qiu didn't make much publicity, just like a normal businessman, keeping a low profile along the way.

During the month of Wei Qiu's visit, the rivers and lakes were very lively.

The first to suffer was the Luoyang Golden Knife Wang family.

In the first few days, as the head of the family, Wang Yuanba didn't know why, but he always felt that someone was targeting them recently.

Especially around the Wang family's house, they often saw some ugly people with two big blood-red characters tattooed on their faces, wandering around the house all the time.

The eyes of these people are full of bitterness and hatred, especially when they see the Wang family haunting.

It's like a pack of wolves who choose to eat people, waiting for the opportunity to swarm up.

It wasn't until one night that a person Wang Yuanba was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with appeared in front of him, that he felt that something was wrong.

The person who came was Lin Pingzhi who came to avenge him.

"You little bastard, you're still alive?" Wang Yuanba only had time to let out a terrified roar before he was torn apart by a sword that was as fast as lightning.

Afterwards, countless men with bloody characters poured into the Wang family's house, followed by countless screams and fighting sounds.

In a room in the back house, Wang Jiajun looked at Lin Pingzhi who came with a sword, as if he understood something.

"Lin Pingzhi, I didn't expect you to practice the evil sword manual." Faced with death, Wang Jiajun seemed very calm.

"Do you know the evil sword manual?" Lin Pingzhi, who was about to do it, suddenly paused.

"I've been with him for so long anyway, do you really think I'm an ignorant dude?"

"He finally gave me the evil sword manual, but I didn't practice it."

"If a man loses even the basic fun, what's the point of being strong?"

"Lin Pingzhi, in fact, you are just a poor man."

In Wang Jiajun's words, there is no previous arrogance and domineering. Now he is like an old man who has seen through all kinds of life, and he closed his eyes tightly after speaking.

"The entire Wang family, only you are still a man." Lin Pingzhi glanced at Wang Jiajun complicatedly, and the long sword in his hand slashed across. Before leaving, he murmured: "But the hatred between parents is not shared." Dai Tian!"

That night, the Wang family of Luoyang was completely removed from the Jianghu.

Afterwards, rumors of the Shaolin catastrophe began to circulate in the rivers and lakes. Starting from the foot of Songshan Mountain, the diarrhea incident of nearly [-] people spread more and more widely.

"I heard that Shaolin has been tricked by the Demon Cult. Now the temple is like a latrine, and no one dares to approach it."

"How is this going?"

"It's a long story, let me talk about it slowly."

"It is said that Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Demon Cult, sent someone to Shaolin Temple overnight to deliver [-] catties of laxatives after learning that the former director, Wo Xing, had returned to the arena."

"Dongfang Bubai wants to take this opportunity to wipe out Ren Woxing and Shaolin Temple."

"People in Shaolin Temple have never seen what laxatives look like. They thought it was rice porridge. It's so sour after drinking."

"As a result, something went wrong with drinking."

"Did you have diarrhea?"

"Isn't it? Think about it, how powerful is six hundred catties of laxatives?"

"I'm not bragging to you, three people can fill a toilet, not to mention there are nearly a thousand Shaolin monks."

"That scene, tsk tsk tsk, it's unsightly!"

In the outfield of a tea house, a group of people gathered around a storyteller and listened with gusto. Several monks who came down from the mountain were furious when they heard this scene.

"Who told you to talk nonsense here?" a monk roared loudly.

Unexpectedly, after the monk yelled loudly, it attracted many people to watch, and surrounded the already lively teahouse.

"Nonsense? There is a way that monks don't tell lies. Didn't you pull out the shit on the mountain?" The storyteller was not angry when he saw the monk's roar, but asked aggressively.

"How could it be us? Everyone pulled it out together." A young monk next to him replied unconvinced, leaving the big monk beside him speechless for a moment.

The people around were a little skeptical at first, but now they showed their original expressions.

"That's right, I didn't say it was due to the two of you. I just said that it is due to the contribution of the entire Shaolin Temple." The storyteller looked normal and made everyone around him laugh.

"It's not what you said!" The little monk also felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly distinguished.

"So far, what's the use of your sophistry?"

"Go to Songshan Mountain and have a look yourself, not to mention the Shaolin Temple, even the Songshan School stinks along with it."

"Songshan has dozens of hilltops, go and see for yourself how many are clean?"

"Hey, I don't know how much hatred the Demon Cult has with you. People from Wudang and Emei don't go to harm you, but they just gave you Shaolin collective laxatives. That's a tragedy!"

The storyteller is obviously a professional, facing a few Shaolin monks who are not deeply involved in the world, he can speak clearly and clearly.

After seeing this scene, Lao Denuo, who was standing not far away, quietly said to the people around him: "Go and tell the storyteller, you did a good job just now, give him more money."

The storyteller seemed to work harder after getting Laudenuo's affirmation.

And there are various sub-helms and strongholds of the Demon Cult in the rivers and lakes.

During this period of time, I always received various attacks and mental insults.

Those demon cult hostages who were captured were basically released after being locked up overnight.

It's just that when putting it back, not only was the head shaved into a bald head, but also nine ring scars were dotted on the bald head.

What's even more frightening is that the people who fed these demons forcibly drank a lot of laxatives.

Naturally, this matter reached the ears of Heimuya Yang Lianting, who made the chief executive tremble with anger.

Director Yang felt that Shaolin was openly challenging him and challenging his majesty.

"What a Shaolin, I have seen arrogant ones, but I have never seen such arrogant ones."