The owner of the tea shop specially cooked some medicinal stew for Yang Qiufei and said with a smile: "Old sir, your grandson really thinks of himself as the king of the mountain."
"He is the monkey king." Yang Qiufei glanced sideways at Wei Jing. Wei Jing was lecturing the monkeys. He waved his finger and pointed, and from time to time a few monkey calls came out. The monkeys squeaked. Shouting, they divided into three teams and ran up the mountain, looking like they were going to take back Langshan. Yang Qiufei took a sip of the medicinal soup and said to the tea shop owner, "Look, he can also speak monkey language."
Yang Qiufei paused, coughed a few times, and said, "Now...what's the situation like? The Tianmen Divine Weapons Association should be about to start again."
"This year's meeting is not a meeting of divine soldiers, but a meeting of heroes. Chuangtianmen will hold the third meeting of heroes." The tea shop owner said softly.
"Heroes Association?" Yang Qiufei stared, coughed for a long time, and then sneered: "How many heroes are left in the world today? Heroes Association? Are they worthy?"
"The old gentleman doesn't know. Half a year ago, there were traces of bandits in several counties in the west. Of course, Chuang Tianmen will not miss this opportunity. They want to suppress the bandits again and strengthen their gang."
"Hmph, bandits fighting bandits is quite interesting."
That night, the tea shop owner summoned several familiar workers to help Yang Qiufei and Wei Jing carry weapons and casting materials, and moved cart after cart of items back to the cave house on the hillside of Langshan Mountain.
In order to prevent wolves from attacking, the owner of the tea shop personally supervised the army's formation. He held a scimitar in his hand and his eyes were more than ten times sharper than usual.
"Tea boss, it turns out you are not simple either." Wei Jing followed, giving instructions to the monkeys on the treetops to explore the way. He looked at the scimitar on the tea shop owner's waist and said, "This is A knife with a good handle."
"Hehe, Mr. Sword King made this for me, of course it's good."
"My grandpa gave me the title of 'Sword King'. From now on, you have to call him 'Sword God'."
Yang Qiufei felt a little embarrassed after hearing this and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Suddenly, a group of monkeys in the tree in front screamed, and all the monkeys around became commotion. Wei Jing snorted: "Everyone, be careful, the wolf is coming."
Before Wei Jing finished speaking, many pairs of bright eyes appeared on the side of the mountain road, shining in the dark night.
The monkeys were running around in the trees, but they didn't have their slingshots with them, so they had to pick off branches from the trees and throw them down.
The wild wolves were stimulated by the monkeys and showed their ferocious faces. They rushed out among the grass and surrounded Wei Jing and his party.
The workers were so frightened that they huddled together. Wei Jing and the tea shop owner stood in front of the wild wolves. The tea shop owner looked at Wei Jing and said, "Boy, if you can take care of a few of them, do your best." I'll take care of it."
"Tea Boss, then you may not be able to hit any of them!" Wei Jing laughed, drew his sword out of its sheath, and stabbed a charging wolf. The wolf was killed instantly.
The wolves attacked. The tea shop owner slashed left and right with his machete, killing two wolves at once. Wei Jing also used his sword repeatedly and stabbed the two wolves to death, but the wolf also bitten his calf and turned it off. A fall, a little embarrassed.
"Old sir, you didn't teach him the swordsmanship of the Yang family?" The tea shop owner had just provoked him with his words. He wanted to see the swordsmanship of this little sword king, but he saw that although Wei Jing could stab the wolf to death, his swordsmanship was not exquisite. Wei Jing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and saw that he was bitten down by a wild wolf, so he strode forward and slashed with his sword, cutting a wild wolf that was about to pounce on Wei Jing into two halves.
"This kid is very stubborn. When I made fun of his little toy, he became unhappy. He insisted on spending time practicing his little toy, and his swordsmanship was delayed." Yang Qiufei said coldly.
"What a little toy, let you see Uncle Wei's sword skills!" Wei Jing jumped up, put his long sword into its sheath, raised his foot to kick the wolves, and with quick hands, he pinched the necks of the two wolves with one sweep and one hook. Poundland makes them bang heads.
Then he took out the eight hands on his waist. His eight hands had been improved many times. The entire set of eight hands were made of fine steel. Their use had changed from "tools" to "weapons", and the size had been lengthened to ten inches.
Wei Jing pulled out the black steel dagger, leaned over and dodged a wild wolf that was charging towards him, and slashed the wolf's neck. The wolf was killed immediately, with blood flowing profusely from its neck.
"Wolf, wolf, it's not that I want to kill you, but you want to eat us, and we can't just sit back and wait to die!" Wei Jing yelled, moving faster and faster, and saw him grabbing, hooking, plundering, and grabbing the Yang family's hands. They used techniques such as turning, throwing, pressing, and holding, and used eight-handed knives. Each knife was scratched on the neck of the wild wolf, and all the wild wolves were killed with one knife.
"The little sword king's grappling techniques are really like that of an old man." The tea shop owner saw that although Wei Jing held a knife, he was a real Yang family grappler at heart, so he took a new look at him.
The remaining six or seven wolves knew they were outmatched, so they rushed back into the forest and fled in all directions. The monkeys screamed, some of them jumped to chase the wolves, and some of them followed Wei Jing and his party. Back and forth, left and right, escorting them up the mountain.
Wei Jing saw the cave house. The yard and the house were covered with fallen leaves and dust. He whistled a few times, and the monkeys fell from the trees one after another. They lined up one by one and listened to Wei Jing's command.
"Fan Jun, take a few monkeys to clean the chicken coop; Gongsun Yao, take a few monkeys to clean the warehouse; Bei Xiaolu, take a few monkeys to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. Remember not to poop everywhere..."
Yang Qiu flew casually and casually, and was too lazy to name his weapons and monkey subordinates. Therefore, most of the weapons among the hundreds of soldiers had no names, and were only called "Bing Yi" and "Bing Er". The names of the monkey subordinates were also named "Monkey One". ", "Monkey Two" and so on.
When Wei Jing began to get along with these monkeys, he named some of the smarter monkeys with higher status among the monkeys. Most of them were the names of his former friends.
The monkeys Fan Jun, Monkey Gongsun Yao, Monkey Bei Xiaolu, etc. received the order one by one, and led their subordinates to the small storage room next to the cave house, looking for rags and brooms, ready to clean their former residence.
"Grandpa, the moonlight is beautiful tonight. You can chat with the tea boss here. I will ask the monkey to clean the house and make it tidy before letting you in." Wei Jing and the workers put the boxes on the cart. , and unloaded baskets of weapons and sundries.
The tea shop owner looked at Yang Qiufei and asked in a deep voice: "Old sir, the Heroes' Meeting is scheduled for May, which is still four months away. Will you go?"
"I'm going to join in the fun." Yang Qiufei said calmly: "I still have to revise "Hundred Soldiers" and create the best sword in the world."
Wei Jing was carrying a wooden box to enter the house. When he came to the door, he saw that the wooden door of the cave house had a big hole, and it was dark inside. He shouted angrily: "Who tore down the door of my house?"
Several monkeys had already entered the cave and were squeaking inside, as if they were frightened. Wei Jing was startled. He heard a few monkeys fighting with something unknown deep in the cave.
Suddenly a low beast roar came from the cave room. Wei Jingzheng felt strange and took out his eight hands to go into the room to find out. The tea shop owner had already shouted loudly: "Little Sword King, don't go in, that's the roar of a bear." ——”
"What?" Wei Jing was shocked and angry, and shouted inside: "The bear inside, come out, this is not your home -"
Wei Jing had a habit of talking to Ah Xi in the past. After living in the mountains for three years, he got used to talking to monkeys every day, so he took it for granted that all animals could understand what he said.
