Force scumbags to follow good records

Shen Fangliang is a local tyrant, the so-called local tyrant is a representative of bad taste, but this is a slander that the vast majority of people are jealous of!

Shen Fangliang is now telling all the farts with his own words that the most important thing for the so-called local tyrants is the comfort and luxury of life!

After enjoying the extremely good living conditions even in modern society, how could Shen Fangliang tolerate such a simple farm life!Especially the latrine, it's unbearable!

Followed behind Yin Risheng with lightness kung fu, directly used his silk-covered sword as a stick to drive Yin Risheng to run, and when the opponent fell to the ground from exhaustion, he went up and beat him for a while, and then slapped him and poured it into his body. He was so angry that he had some strength to continue running.

After the routine running plan that had been drawn up was completed, Shen Fangliang was ready to make preparations for his comfortable life in the future, and started to renovate the house.

There are two or three thatched huts, and the walls are made of yellow mud and rammed earth. Well, it's too ugly, no, I need bricks and tiles!

What is the roof of the hut?Nonsense, of course thatched huts are thatched, and it is impossible for such rural farmhouses to afford tiles.In Shen Fangliang's eyes, this is naturally not beautiful enough, no, it needs to be rebuilt!

What do the windows of the hut look like, papered?wrong!How can such a farmhouse afford paper!Those are all used by rich people, right? This thatched hut uses a window that can be propped up and down, and the wooden frame of the window is covered with thatch!Even if the windows are closed and the lights are not turned on in broad daylight, no one can be seen!

Can't bear it!Need glass!Windows need glass!

Set up a series of reconstruction plans, you ask Shen Fangliang how to act?

Well, Yin Risheng, who was already tired and paralyzed on the ground with a finger, moved out of his backpack all the equipment that he spent money on for local rich players. Upgrade the building materials used in the territory in the gang.

Shen Fangliang, who was firing bricks and tiles, muttered to the side: "Isn't it a bit wasteful to use a casting platform dedicated to casting magic soldiers to burn bricks?"

Waste of course!

If this makes those non-renminbi players who can't get a low-level manufacturing platform in "Nine Swords Jianghu" for several months to brush up dungeons, they will cry angrily when they hear that someone uses a top-level casting platform to burn bricks.

But who is Shen Fangliang?Nouveau riche!Scumbag!Playing full-time and being rich is self-willed for 100 years!

People just want to burn bricks and tiles with the top casting platform, can you control it!

The spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, and the red flag is fluttering on the sports field... Cough, cough, I got off track.

The spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, the air is fine, and there is no smog. Shen Fangliang is preparing to build a house in a remote place in the outskirts of Qingtian Town, while the prodigal son Yin Risheng is in a coma.

And almost at the same time, in the state capital of Qingtian Town, the ashen-faced Jiang Shilun led a group of gopher disciples and hurried back to a house where Zhuo Yifeng had been waiting to see Seeing the person who was being carried back on the stretcher, he said in surprise, "How did Protector Bai get hurt so badly!"

Jiang Shilun's face was livid, and he said: "There are a few Tubo monks in that village, so make sure."

When Zhuo Yifeng heard this, he immediately understood, and sighed: "It's Ming Wang Zong, hey, that cottage usually colludes with Hu merchants to sell goods, so it's not surprising that there are Tubo Ming Wang Zong's offerings."

Jiang Shilun was very angry and said: "These barbarian demon monks should be banned. If they make such a fuss, does the court want to repeat the tragedy of being slaughtered by barbarians in the Central Plains in the early years of the country!?"

Zhuo Yifeng sighed, and said: "The court is also keeping a close eye on these barbarian monks. Dali Temple has repeatedly ordered the state governments to ban barbarian monks. Strict investigation of the status of the monks, the court is not careless, but there are always some stupid people, confused by the barbarian religion, since Tubo destroyed several small countries in the Western Regions and our dynasty borders on the direct border of the Western Regions, these Tibetans entered the Central Plains. It’s so convenient, it’s too difficult to ban.”

What Zhuo Yifeng narrated, as long as the people of the Great Wei knew it, although Jiang Shilun hated those monks to the bone, he also knew that there were many things that he, a man in the world, could not do anything about.

The disciples of the Gopher Sect over there almost didn't need Jiang Shilun's instructions, so they sent the seriously injured Bai Protector into the inner hall according to the past practice. There were already one of the best doctors in the state capital waiting there to treat Bai Protector's injuries. And the one who can invite such a famous doctor is naturally arranged by Zhuo Yifeng, who is temporarily serving as a security guard in the state capital.

Standing there, Jiang Shilun watched the disciples in the sect busy, knowing in his heart that it would be difficult to save Protector Bai's life. He had been fighting in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he could tell at a glance how injured he was. Immortals are hard to save.

The lives of the brothers who have guarded the place side by side for many years are in danger. Jiang Shilun is of course in a bad mood. He stood there stiffly for a long time before he spoke, saying: "If we don't kill all these barbarians, they will be a disaster sooner or later!"

Zhuo Yifeng smiled wryly, and said: "The current head of Dali Temple, you also know, is a soft-hearted person? It is in the rivers and lakes, after going through the past, who is not very wary of these barbarians. What a pity, Emei. If Jiannan Road hadn’t been conquered by Tubo, the entire Chengdu Prefecture would have been slaughtered, and Emei’s Taoism would have been wiped out. Brother Bai’s injury, although serious, would not be hopeless. "

Jiang Shilun stood where he was, with an ugly expression on his face, but after a long time, he also sighed.

Some things are useless to say, because time cannot be turned back, regret medicine, nowhere to be found.

Just when Zhuo Yifeng and Jiang Shilun were dejected here, the doctor in the room who was treating the seriously injured Bai Hufa suddenly exclaimed loudly. Jiang Shilun thought that Bai Hufa was going to die, so he hurriedly jumped the curtain and entered. back room.

However, Jiang Shilun, who was ready to meet the misfortune, was dumbfounded when he stepped into the room. Looking at the white guardian who was pierced through the viscera by a sword on the couch, the bloody wound just now was moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. heal.

Right in front of Jiang Shilun's eyes, the horrific wound with rolled flesh had healed to the point where only a light red mark remained, and the skin was still dripping with blood, but the wound had disappeared.

Standing beside Jiang Shilun, the old man with gray hair and beard is Feng Weiguo, a famous doctor from the state capital invited by Zhuo Yifeng. He was looking at a porcelain bottle in his hand, horrified. Said: "Where did this medicine come from? Who made it?"

Jiang Shilun, who didn't know what was going on, heard the questioning of the doctor Feng Weiguo beside him, and turned his eyes to the very delicate medicine bottle in the other's hand. It took him a while to remember that it wasn't the one a few days ago... or the one who took it away. Is it the gift of apology that he gave himself to the prodigal son of the Yin family?