"Kunlun slave, are you going to fucking betray me?"
The scar-faced man yelled. Of course he knew Murong Yanchao, because Master Cixian was considered one of the main forces behind this incident.
This is not nonsense, because the place where Master Cixian mainly preached before was actually Khitan.
Most of the monks under Shu Luping who opposed and slandered the Liufa Sect on the grassland were disciples of Master Cixian in Khitan.
Cao Yancun knew that there were more than just divinationists waiting for Zhang Yan on the grassland, and he also knew about it through Master Cixian.
Even among the Buddhist sects in the Central Plains, many temples that joined forces with Cao Renzun and prepared to take action were prepared to support the famous Master Cixian after the incident to fight against Zhang Xian's identity as the supreme god.
Didn’t you Zhang Yan say you would go to Tianzhu to protect the Dharma? Then let the eminent monk from Tianzhu expose your lies with his own words.
Therefore, Master Cixian could know where Cao Yuanzhong was imprisoned and in which room Luo Yuer's family members were.
Naturally, Murong Yanchao, as the bodyguard around Master Cixian, was also recognized by many people.
Although everyone didn't know that he was the world-famous Yan Kunlun, they unanimously gave him the nickname Kunlun Slave.
Murong Yanchao was so angry that he was so angry. This Kunlun slave with small eyes, pockmarked face and dark curly hair had always made Murong Yanchao look down upon him since he was a child.
When he grew up, ordinary people would call him Yan Kunlun, which would kill people, let alone call him Kunlun Nu directly. This would be more irritating to the person involved than calling him Hu'er in front of An Lushan.
At that moment, Murong Yanchao let out a strange cry, took a big step with his right foot, and immediately appeared in front of the scar-faced monk, as if he had changed his body.
The scar-faced monk did not expect that Murong Yanchao would come so quickly. He didn't even draw out the horizontal knife, but the cooked copper mace with the sound of wind had already swept over him.
The scar-faced monk could only shrink his head desperately to avoid being hit on the head. Unexpectedly, his shrinking was just like not shrinking, because Murong Yanchao's first move was a feint, and it was a real killing move. It was the left hand that stabbed me in the chest.
With a crisp sound, the mace weighed seven or eight kilograms and had a cone-shaped head. It looked like an iron spear when it was stabbed in the chest.
The scar-faced monk screamed and staggered a few times. The severe pain made him lose consciousness.
At this time, Murong Yanchao's false move with his mace took a strange turn and turned into a blow from the sky.
The scar-faced monk had armor, but there was no iron armor on his head. Murong Yanchao struck his head mercilessly and smashed his head open, spraying red and white all over the floor.
All this seemed to take a long time, but in fact it was completed in just a moment.
Then Murong Yanchao was like an aroused war machine. His majestic body was extremely flexible and jumped up and down. The cooked copper mace, which weighed seven or eight kilograms, was as easy as a twig in his hand. The majestic fakes around him The monks were beaten to a bloody pulp.
This is the strength of a peerless warrior!
We must know that in history, before the generation of strong men like Gao Huaide and Zhao Kuangyin grew up, Murong Yanchao was one of the three most powerful enemies along with Huangfu Yu and Fu Yanqing.
Even when surrounded by the Khitan Pishi Army cavalry, Murong Yanchao could come and go freely.
Although this guy has too many underworld attributes, he likes to bully the weak and fears the strong, has short-sightedness, and is greedy for wealth, but when he really shows his strength, he still deserves the terrifying title of "enemy of ten thousand people".
On the wall, several Tuguhunhe company shooters led by Helian Hailong were also killing people in the courtyard one by one.
Whether they were these fake monks or Cao Renzun's bodyguards, they were either beaten to death by Murong Yanchao or shot to death by Helian's shooters.
The soul of Cao Renzun was so strong that he rolled and crawled to escape into the quiet room in the Zen courtyard. Helian Hailong's quick eyes and quick hands shot an arrow, hitting Cao Renzun's thigh.
The old man screamed, holding his injured thigh and rolling on the ground in pain.
After seeing that the enemies in the Zen courtyard were cleared, Cao Yuanzhong appeared from outside the door.
He had been tortured quite a lot in the past three days. Although he was not tortured, he was only allowed to drink a bowl of cold porridge every day to survive. After three days, he could be described as haggard.
"You damn thief, the Cao family has suffered terribly because of you!"
Cao Yuanzhong looked at Cao Renzun, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
During the past three days, he thought about the matter carefully and immediately discovered that something was wrong.
Historically, Cao Yuanzhong was also a capable person who succeeded his father and brother in taking over the declining Guiyi Army regime and maintaining it without incident for more than thirty years.
He realized that this avoidable accident was caused by his good son-in-law Zhang Sheng and the stupid uncle in front of him.
Cao Yuanzhong really didn't know if this nameless fire was caused by Cao Renzun or by his good son-in-law Zhang Gao.
Cao Renzun looked at Cao Yuanzhong and his throat trembled. He wanted to beg for mercy, but this nonsense sentence deeply hurt Cao Renzun.
For a moment, he forgot the danger before him, and it seemed that the leg pierced by the arrow didn't hurt that much.
He took a big mouthful of thick phlegm and spat it out towards Cao Yuanzhong, "Slave, if we hadn't taken you in, your ancestors would have died of starvation a long time ago. You are the fucking thief, slave, slave!"
Cao Renzun cursed at the top of his lungs, and Cao Yuanzhong was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back, because he suddenly felt that even if his legs were injured, Cao Renzun seemed to be able to jump up and give him two big dicks.
Murong Yanchao suddenly felt some sympathy in his heart when he saw Cao Renzun, this cold-blooded murderer.
Once upon a time, he, Murong Yanchao, was always scolded like Kunlun slave in front of his face, which made him miserable.
Damn it, don’t I just have dark skin and curly hair, so where can I be a Kunlun slave?
"Cao Sanlang, you bitch slave, I want you to die here among the diao people!" Cao Renzun looked at Cao Yuanzhong bitterly, and his anger had completely covered his reason.
Amidst the angry curses, Cao Renzun suddenly pulled out a cylindrical object from his robe, and then lit it on fire with lightning speed.
"No!" Cao Yuanzhong yelled and tried to grab it, but it was too late.
'Boom~boom! The fireworks in Cao Renzun's hand suddenly shot up into the sky, and then exploded brilliantly. He laughed crazily on the ground.
Murong Yanchao was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the purpose of this thing was to warn his comrades outside.
"No!" Murong Yanchao jumped up immediately, "There are more than a hundred of their accomplices in Daxingshan Temple. What can be done now?"
Murong Yanchao looked at Cao Yuanzhong and couldn't help but blame him a little. Are you saying that the other things you scolded were bad? If you insist on scolding others, it’s okay now!
Cao Yuanzhong also broke out in a sweat. He waved his hand and said, "Go to Master Cixian. There are still dozens of Cao's children in custody there. We can resist for a while."
After saying that, Cao Yuanzhong looked at Murong Yanchao and said, "No! We can't all go. Someone has to go out to report the news. Who can rush out?"
Murong Yanchao rubbed his head with a headache, took off the scarred-faced monk's inner armor and put it on himself, and inserted the cooked copper mace into his back with both hands.
"Mr. Cao, a certain family will definitely be able to break out."
"Okay! Then go to Baqiao to inspect the Yamen and ask Inspector Chen of Baqiao to lead his people to come to the rescue quickly!"
As he spoke, Cao Yuanzhong took off his boots and cut them open with a dagger. A gold medal fell out with a clang.
"This is the spare golden seal of the provincial defense envoy. With it, you can order the inspections in Guanzhong to mobilize the captains, catchers, etc. of the inspection department."
Murong Yanchao was a little dumbfounded as he held the gold seal with a strong smell. Judging from the smell, it was probably that Cao Yuanzhong had not always worn it in his shoes.
"Sure enough, it's Weng's son-in-law, he's the same guy."
Murong Yanchao muttered something, and rushed out the door shouting deliberately. After a while, he attracted the attention of several thieves, and then the thieves screamed.
"What should I do with this old thief?" Helian Hailong helped Cao Yuanzhong and was about to leave.
Cao Yuanzhong glanced at Cao Renzun, who was pale and bleeding all over the ground.
"Kill him!" Cao Yuanzhong only thought for a second and immediately made a decision. Cao Renzun must not be allowed to live, otherwise this idiot will bite out many people in Pei Yuan's hands.
Don't overestimate Pei Yuan's moral standards and ruthlessness, that guy is not a good person!
Helian Hailong heard this and held a short sword in one hand. Amidst Cao Renzun's horrified roar, he directly lifted up the only benevolent elder of the Cao family who still existed, and then shoved it into his heart and held it by the way. He took the hilt of the knife and stirred it violently to make sure he couldn't get back to death.
. . . .
In Luoyang, the capital of God, there are six inspection offices in the capital.
"So, you are here to kidnap me?"
Cao Yanming was wearing silk casual clothes. He was like a glutinous rice dumpling, slumped on the large Taishi chair.
This thing was still a sketch drawn by Zhang Yan and meticulously designed by Cao Yanming. After making a few pieces, unfortunately, Zhang Shengren didn’t enjoy it much, and Cao Yanming took advantage of it.
"Hey! Uncle Sixteen, don't say it so harshly. My nephew is asking you to go out and take charge of the big plan. This is a great thing for our Cao family. Uncle Sixteen doesn't want to be crowned a king or something?"
The person who spoke was a strong man with a yellow head and a descendant of the Cao family. He had been patrolling the six gates of Shendu as a deputy general. Unexpectedly, he had been persuaded by Cao Renzun a long time ago.
Now he came up with a group of people, saying that he wanted Cao Yanming to take charge of the plan, but in fact he wanted to hold Cao Yanming hostage and let him trick him into opening the gate of Ziwei Palace in the divine capital.
Cao Yanming laughed angrily. In front of his yellow-headed nephew, he took out the gun with a thick barrel that Zhang Shengren had turned into a blunderbuss. Then, like tinkering with a toy, he loaded powder, loaded bullets, and inserted a match rope.
The yellow-headed nephew smiled contemptuously. This sixteenth uncle just didn't know how to do serious business. He was a dignified general and was fooling around with a group of craftsmen in the Laoshizi Tiangongyuan every day. After all this time, he still didn't forget to play with the things in his hands. Bullshit.
If this were you, if you didn't seize power and money quickly, you would enjoy the wonderful wine, beautiful women, BMWs and cars, and delicacies from the mountains and seas.
After a long while, Cao Yanming loaded the ammunition and checked whether the gunpowder had been tamped, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"It's good to be crowned king! I am worried that I lack some military merit to be crowned king, so you have sent my eldest nephew to my door. He is indeed a good and filial boy."
The yellow-headed nephew was a little frightened by Cao Yanming's smile, but he didn't realize the meaning of Cao Yanming's words, so he managed to laugh a few times.
"It would be great if Uncle Sixteen thinks so. Let's go out with my nephew now."
"Who said that a certain family is going out with you? A certain family only needs your head, and with this in hand, it is enough to be crowned king." Cao Yanming said, slowly pointing the gun at the chest of the yellow-headed nephew.
He didn't dare to look at it, because it would be too obvious. This idiot had never seen it before, but he had seen the spray of the pear gun.
Sure enough, when he saw Cao Yanming pointing an iron pipe at him, the yellow-headed nephew laughed three times. He pulled it with both hands, revealing the chainmail and breastplate he was wearing under his robe.
"Uncle Sixteen, my nephew and the men behind him came here specially. You don't even have a short sword in your hand, and you still want to kill your nephew? Hahahahaha!"
"Hahahaha!" Cao Yanming also laughed.
"There are too many fools in this world. Who gave you the courage to act arrogantly in front of a true God who controls the ways of heaven and earth?
Go to hell, you ignorant piece of shit! "
'boom! A huge explosion sounded, and a bright flame was violently sprayed out from the thick barrel. Smoke rose after the black gunpowder burned. Cao Yanming's fat face was blackened by smoke, but he smiled very happily.
The yellow-headed nephew took several steps back, as if he had been hit in the chest by a hammer from the void. He felt a little short of breath, as if something had penetrated into his chest.
In fear, he looked down and saw a huge hole in the solid ring armor. The surrounding armor leaves were tattered and deformed, and blood was mixed with minced meat, flowing out like vomiting.
The world began to spin. The yellow-headed nephew raised his finger with difficulty and pointed at Cao Yanming. He wanted to say something, but he could no longer say it.
"Yu Hou!" Several of the yellow-headed nephews behind him screamed and wanted to rush forward.
'boom! boom! The handguns in Qingfeng and Qingxu's hands were also fired, and two more people fell down immediately. The remaining two soldiers screamed and ran out quickly.
Cao Yanming also ran back quickly. Loading the gun was too troublesome and he couldn't fire it in a short time, but he still had a big treasure! '
Angry howls sounded, and the Huang-headed nephew's comrades, who were killed by Cao Yanming himself, came forward in groups, fearing that there might not be more than twenty or thirty people.
However, when they kicked open the door, they were surprised to find that Cao Yanming and the others did not run away, but were smiling strangely at them behind a strange large tube.
"Boom!" A more terrifying sound sounded, and the flames illuminated the small study room of the inspection office. In the gorgeous firelight, a huge projectile the size of a human head flew out violently.
The strong man who was hit first didn't even have time to grunt, and was directly turned into minced meat. Even the soldiers behind him were not spared. Any contact with him would result in broken bones and tendons.
These people were very close when they rushed up. The study was small, and before they could disperse after entering, they were shot in the head. You can imagine the tragedy.
However, Cao Yanming and others also had a hard time. They underestimated the huge recoil of the artillery. They did not use sacks to fill the surrounding soil. They just made a wooden base and weighed it down with a few stones.
As a result, when the gun was fired, the shell was fired, but the barrel also went up to the sky. The barrel of several thousand kilograms was flying in the air, and it also brought rocks and broken wood all over the sky. It was really terrifying. .
Qingfeng and Qingxu were scurrying around like two frightened hamsters, but Cao Yanming didn't. He actually stepped forward immediately.
Looking at the broken limbs and even minced meat on the ground, Cao Yanming reached out and picked up a completely deformed piece of steel that should be embedded in the cloth-covered armor. He couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Qinghe, Qingzheng, Qinglin, I didn't lie to you, it worked!"
Cao Yanming originally had five direct disciples, but Qinghe and three others had already died, and the remaining Qingfeng and Qingxu were also covered in scars.
Even he himself was almost blinded by a bomb during an experiment two years ago, and he still has the scar from that horrific explosion on the right half of his face.
In four years, not only three of Cao Yanming's disciples, apprentices and even craftsmen died, but a total of twenty people.
Outside the door, five or six rebel soldiers who were lucky enough to survive looked at Cao Yanming, who looked like a demon, with tears streaming down his face amidst the rising smoke and pieces of meat flying everywhere.
They screamed several times in unison, became frightened, and ran out crawling.
