Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

The Emerald Community is built in a valley far away from the urban area, surrounded by green mountains and shallow lakes.

On the green lawn, a middle-aged man in satin double-breasted was touching a Panlong jade pendant, frowning in thought, on a pair of mille-soled cotton shoes.

"Brother Xu."

The middle-aged man raised his head upon hearing the sound, "Oh, Muzi, how is the survey going?"

The young man, code-named Muzi, has half a piece of twisted and wrinkled skin on his soft but tough face, with slightly inward fingertips and thick joints. He is obviously a practitioner.

"Brother Xu, that mysterious man went in with Master Shang, and I didn't see them coming out."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Be careful this time, two brothers have already been broken."

Muzi's eyes lit up with an evil light, and he said with a smile, "Brother Xu, don't worry, you won't miss this time."

The middle-aged man sighed: "Save your strength, don't work hard. If it's done, we'll settle matters with the Shang family, and we don't have to pay attention to that lunatic anymore."

Muzi pursed his lips, and commented with a sneer: "Three chances to save lives, he actually used them on this, this man is really crazy..."

The middle-aged man squeezed the white jade panlong jade pendant tightly, and snorted, his face full of disdain: "I look down on this kind of people the most in my life, they are all my brothers, and I want to die forever. But I, forced by the oath, have to..."

"Could it be that this time, Brother Xu meant to release the water~" Muzi hesitated for a while, then asked for instructions again: "Then this time..."

The middle-aged man put away the jade pendant, looked at the villas in the distance, and said softly: "That man is extremely powerful. I have never seen such a monster. He can kill two people in a row while talking and laughing. You are my trump card. Keep yourself safe and get out! Our deal with the Shang family is only to protect the Patriarch three times in times of crisis, and we did not promise them to fight with each other with their lives."

"I understand!" Muzi smiled with curved lips, and drew a slash on his forehead, "Thank you Brother Xu for giving me this opportunity."

But at this time, the monster in the middle-aged population --- Cong Yuyan, put on a blue and black Hanfu with flowers and flowers, and walked on the mountain path in golden light, dragging that ridiculous ashtray in his hand, according to The sound of the black beetle crouching on the cylinder head adjusted its direction.

The voiceover is played by Lao Wu, with a strong Tangshan accent.

"Masters of the audience, don't miss it when you pass by. Maybe it's the first time you have seen us. It doesn't matter. Once you are familiar with it, you are familiar with it. If you like our video today, please bookmark and follow us later."

"Let's get down to business, we're the first to land in the treasure land, so we hope you can give us some advice. My master is a descendant of Duke Cong, a great general of the Han Dynasty. This trip down to earth is to find the long-lost ancient divine beast, the Celestial Slaughter."

"After your explanation, why do I feel like I'm going to sell fake medicines?" Cong Youyan turned around slowly, "Also, my goal is not to find bugs at all, but to find a wife."

Lao Wu hurriedly turned off the recording, and said with a smile on his face, "Master, it's inconvenient to tell the truth about finding a wife online. I just bought this number, and it's already doing well. Let's add some attractive ones." The gimmick of the eyeball can kill the Quartet."

Cong Youyan bent his big eyes happily, and smiled: "Is that so, are you sure!?"

One of the most fragile nerves in Old Wu's mind was tensed instantly, his knees gave way, he almost knelt down, and hastily bent down to explain: "This number was originally a relationship consultation number, and I bought it because it was cheap. "

At this moment, the tentacles of the black beetle on the ashtray suddenly shook violently.

have to!Come to business!

Cong Youyan narrowed his eyes, and turned his gaze to the dark forest, "Old Wu, record it, remember to make me look more handsome."

Every time I hear the master looking forward calmly, there is bound to be a dead person ahead.

Old Wu himself is a person who has changed from a victim to a personal servant. After hearing the words, he immediately became excited. It was a dark psychology of witnessing others suffer and suffer.

You Yan turned around in a gorgeous circle, then flicked the sleeves of the robe in a fairy-like manner to cover the shadow of the black beetle flying out, whistled in his mouth, and shouted: "Go!"

In the bronze-colored ashtray, three or four small black shadows flashed quickly, heading straight for the dense forest.

In the originally calm black color, a cloud of ash suddenly rolled up, and then a figure ran out jumping up and down, waving its arms continuously, as if driving away some mosquitoes and poisonous bees.

Under the moonlight, one can see that half of the man's face has been completely destroyed, like melted ice cream, covered with red blooming berries, like the other shore flowers in hell, slender and brightly dancing in the evening wind endlessly.

The visitor was wrapped in an opaque black dress, and when he looked up, he saw a man in ancient costume standing with his hands behind his back on the mountain path, with a smirk on his slanted mouth, his hands and feet moved, and he kicked Cong Youyan straight.

The old Wu used to do some shady business all day long, even though he was a ruthless person, he was also intimidated by such a Rakshasa appearance.However, his hands and feet were still safe, he hid behind Cong Youyan, dutifully recorded the video, and continued to explain the scene with his mouth.

"Masters of the audience, I swear, this cliff is not rehearsed in advance, this is the real scene of the crime, and you will soon be able to see how the genius doctor defeated the enemy with your own eyes. If you enjoy watching it, remember to like it Three in a row."

At the same time, above Old Wu's head, there was an undisguised, slightly exaggerated laugh three times in a row: "Hahaha~!"

Cong Youyan raised his sword finger together, pointing forward, and sneered coldly: "Hey! I am the Poison Sage of Medicine Valley Cong Youyan, who are you, you dare to act wild in front of this deity!"

And Old Wu at the foot, so startled that a decimal point appeared on his face, secretly looked up, buried his head and continued to record.

The man in black on the opposite side, with his hands hanging down and his fingertips protruding, laughed sinisterly: "So, you are a lunatic..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers trembled slightly, countless fine hairs gleamed coldly and splashed over.

From Youyan's body still, he stretched out his plain hand and raised it. The ashtray in his palm flashed a sly light in the dark night, as if with endless suction, it collected all these fine needles.

The eyes of the man in black were wide open, and before Yu Yan could conjure up another trick, he jumped up and pulled the wire rope behind him, rubbed his back and rolled over, preparing to escape.

"Where are you going?"

Youyan tapped the ashtray lightly with his fingers, and the wall of the ashtray vibrated, making a crisp and pleasant "Dangdang" sound.

The man in black screamed in mid-air, "Ah!"

The little birds who had been sleeping in the dense forest were frightened and flew up the high branches with flapping wings.

In the midst of countless black feathers fluttering in the air, the man in black's limbs twitched and fell on the gravel road.

Cong Youyan approached the man in black with leisurely steps, and said softly, "Wuzhi Zhuzi, do I allow you to go?"

The man in black trembled all over, but gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Cong Youyan admired, turned his head and said to Lao Wu: "Look, this is the gap. His quality is much better than yours. After being taken care of by the cuties, the pain is so painful that he can't hold back. It’s rare to call it suicide, it’s rare!”

Old Wu held up a small camera, pointed at the man in black and snapped shots, while flattering with a smile: "Yes, yes, the master has always been kind, and he always leaves the whole body when dealing with wicked people."

Cong Youyan was so proud that he threw out the ashtray, and the three black beetles jumped back into the ashtray at the same time, "Come on, take him back! I happen to be short of a medicine man recently."

Old Wu agreed, put away the camera, bent down to pick up the man in black, and followed Cong Youyan.

The man in black was carried on his back with his head down, and he could smell all kinds of smells, but his limbs and bones seemed to be pinned to death by needles and threads, and the pain of insect bites and ant bites came from every acupuncture point.

These can be tolerated, the key is how to inform the big brother~ The original plan to retreat completely is like a child's trick in the eyes of the enemy, vulnerable to a single blow.

Cong Yuyan turned back with a smile: "Stinky boy, don't panic, I won't kill you for the time being. This is thanks to the good skin on that half of your face. It can be used as an experiment!"

The man in black hung upside down behind Old Wu, and when he heard it, he sneered and didn't take it seriously---you put it simply, this is a scar after a burn, no matter how you treat it, it will leave a scar, it's not a minor operation.

"It's just a small problem. It's just a matter of tearing off the old skin and replacing it with a new one, and then sprinkle it with medicinal powder." Cong Youyan didn't care about the assassin's mental activities, but just stated the business he needed to do immediately.

"I'm short of money recently, and I can't find a suitable medicine man. You just came to my door, and that's you. Oh, I will cherish it very much. I will test the efficacy of the medicine repeatedly, and I won't let you die easily."

Although Yuyan said the above remarks with a smile, Muzi still felt a layer of ice in his heart---that is to say, my future life will be worse than death?

Cong Youyan glanced at Muzi, clapped his palms and smiled: "How else can you say that you are a bad person, but your luck is very good. In the hands of this deity, you can enjoy the best service, and your life is safe for the time being."

Thinking of the countless wealth that this medicine man would bring, thousands of emotions rose from Yu Yan's heart. Under the excitement, he shook his head and turned his head up to sing.

"La la la, la la la, walk with me hand in hand, through a stable life, yesterday was too late, tomorrow will be a pity, today you are going to marry me, listen to me... hand in hand, let's walk together, put Leave your tomorrow to me... la la la, la la la..."

From Yuyan shaking his sleeves and waving his hands, he sang to the moon, and the lingering sound lingered in the forest for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Old Wu's terrified voice came from behind: "Master, this medicine man, he, he, he foamed at the mouth and passed out."

"Huh? This person's fortune is so shallow?" Cong Youyan was helpless, shook his sleeves, shook his head and sighed: "Hey, since that's the case, let's go back first, Yin'er must be waiting."

Fearing that the medicine man would die before he returned home, he pulled out five silver needles from Yuyan's fingers, and quickly pierced them into the five orifices on the top of the latter's head to prevent the blood from entering the back of the head. Prey, tell Old Wu to follow.