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Part One: The Rise of Jiujiang Chapter 32: There is no need to talk about the rules of the world when dealing with such bad money!

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    The sun was setting and twilight was coming. Before all the golden ripples on the sky-colored river had disappeared, layers of mist had already appeared on both sides of the river. A medium-sized ship with a slightly weird shape was moored on the river bank.  On the edge!

    This is the Grand Canal that was only built a few years ago. It is said that when it was built, all the aristocratic nobles in the Sui Dynasty came out with a lot of objections. Some impassioned people even said that this kind of canal with the corpses of river workers buried everywhere is not enough.  It's been repaired, and no one will use it. Now no one mentions it anymore!

    "This river has been here since the Sui Dynasty, and it has relied on Tongbo for thousands of miles to this day. If there was no water palace dragon boat incident, Yu and Yu would not have much merit."

    "What a poem, what a poem!" A man dressed as a boatman in short clothes raised his thumbs up to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young monk standing on the bow of the boat. "The little man is indeed a good poem.  !¡±

    You just made your hands so wet, and your whole family made their hands so wet!  Wukong glanced at him, too lazy to talk to this guy who couldn't even flatter him!  If it weren't for the fact that this guy is a so-called talented person under Brother Wenli

    snort!  I'll let you know right away, Xiaona, I'm so horny that I'm so wet!

    Besides, in fact, this is not Xiaona¡¯s wetness, but the wetness of a certain poet named PixiuPi Rixiu in the future time and space of the Tang Dynasty. Do you think that Xiaona, I know how to wet such an important thing?  I'm talking nonsense, do you understand?

    But if you think about it carefully, from a scientific, realistic, serious, sincere, and practical attitude, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty and the current His Majesty Li Shimin are really very imaginary. It can be said that they are carved from the same mold.  Same!

    ¡°For example, if he killed his brother, well, Wukong would never admit that he instigated the killing of his brother.  This is completely slander. Could it be that if he didn't come, Li Shimin wouldn't have killed his brother?  I am afraid that no one in the world except His Majesty Li Yuan will issue good person cards to His Majesty Li Shimin and his brothers!

    That¡¯s right, the bad ones are all temporary workers!

    Another example is Yang Guang's debauchery and immorality, not even sparing his father's little wife. However, His Majesty Li Shimin also had a brilliant record in this regard. Not only did he not let go of his father's little wife, but he also did not let go of his uncle Li Yuan's wife.  His brother Li Yuanji¡¯s wives were also swept away.  His merits are unparalleled in the world, and he is one emperor through the ages!

    Of course, Wukong would never have the guts to say these words in front of His Majesty Li Shimin. Well, actually, he would not have the guts to say it behind his back. Who knows if such treacherous words would reach His Majesty Li Shimin's ears if heard by others.  Here, no matter what time, there are many people who want to step on others and get the upper hand!

    ¡°However, when I came to the Grand Canal by boat, I could still secretly make a fair and just conclusion to history in my heart.  Anyway, it¡¯s just my own random thoughts!

    "By the way" Wukong's eyes slid over the trees on the river bank, and he seemed to ask casually, "Xiaoji, have you finished everything I asked you to do?"

    "Don't worry, young man, everything has been carried out according to your instructions!" The man dressed as a boatman showed a flattering smile, "This time, Mr. Qiu will personally lead the team, ensuring that nothing goes wrong!"

    "Master Qiu, is this a ghost car?" After hearing Master Qiu's name.  Wukong showed a bright smile, "Brother Wenli, this battle is a bit too big!"

    "This is none of Master Bai's business," the boatman hesitated, "Actually, Master Qiu"

    He took a step closer and whispered to Wukong, "The eldest lady forced me to come here. It was originally said that the eldest lady planned to bring hundreds of brothers to fight this ambush herself"

    The corner of Wukong's mouth twitched twice. Dong Xiaowan, this big lolita, is really as powerful as ever. He actually plans to bring hundreds of people to ambush a dozen monks. If the monks behind him know this, what do you think of them?  What would you think?

    ¡°Well, it must be a deep honor, yes, you know.  Not all monks are worth ambushing hundreds of people!

    "But Mr. Bai is worried about the safety of the eldest lady, so he firmly disagrees"

    I said, are you really sure that Brother Wenli is really worried about the safety of Big Lolita?  Instead of worrying about bad things happening to big lolita?  If it is dangerous for hundreds of people to ambush just a few people, then where else in the world is safe?  You think those monks are all the reincarnations of Ultraman!

    "In the end, the eldest lady had no choice but to force Mr. Qiu to lead the team in person. Mr. Qiu had no choice but to agree!"

    "Hehe, hehe!" Wukong giggled twice. For the extremely awesome big lolita Dong Xiaowan, even if he is an awesome time traveler who can't explain it, he can't help but feel a headache!

      The earth can no longer stop her, the stars and the sea are her journey!

    While Wukong was chatting with the boatman on the bow of the boat, about a mile behind Wukong, Monk Mingxing and a dozen other violent monks with swords were doing the final mobilization before the war.

    "Brother, that shameless little monk's boat stopped not far ahead!" A monk looked far in the direction of Wukong and the others, then turned to Monk Mingxing and said, "We are here now.  Rush forward, or"

    Tracking on water and tracking on land can be said to be the same or different. They are different because tracking on water cannot be the same as tracking on the road. You can rely on obstacles such as trees and rocks to cover yourself. If you follow  If it is too close, it will be easily discovered.

    The same thing is said, because real tracking masters, such as Wukong himself, can not rely on their eyes at all, but can leave footprints based on the traces left by the other party on the road, such as the grass that was stepped on.  Clues like this are followed far away from others.

    The same is true for tracking on the water. An experienced boatman can find the tracking target based on similar clues such as crushed reeds or disturbed waterfowl.  Well, it's obvious that the violent monk speaking in front of him is such a tracking expert!

    "Don't go up now" Although Monk Mingxing, who was once stepped into the mud by Wukong, really gnashed his teeth in hatred towards Wukong, it was obvious that he was not stimulated to lose his mind, "There are too many ships around now.  . Let¡¯s wait until midnight when they are all asleep before we start!¡±

    ¡°Then what if they run away again after a while?¡± The violent monk who was the first to propose killing Wukong looked a little unable to hold back. With a scratch, he pulled out a bright sword from behind.  "If you ask me, let's rush up now and kill them directly. It will be over in one fell swoop. Let's do it quickly! Senior brother, my sword is already thirsty"

    "It doesn't matter!" Monk Mingxing gritted his teeth, "If they are leaving, let's just follow them. That little bald donkey still has some time to spare, and besides, there are seven or eight people on board. Don't let us brothers injure a few more  ¡­¡±

    "But" The violent monk wanted to say something more, but Ming Xing waved his hand, "You don't need to say more, don't worry, as long as I live, that little bald donkey's life is not his!"

    "Yes!" The violent monk reluctantly agreed and inserted the thirsty Jie Dao back.

    "Brother, they started to light a fire to cook!" The monk who was good at investigating reported Wukong's movements again.

    "Then let's cook too" Before a short monk behind the group of monks could finish his words, he felt a snap and a slap on his head. When he raised his head, he happened to meet Ming Ming.  The sex monk¡¯s wide-open eyes met together!

    "What are you going to cook? Are you afraid that the little bald donkey won't find us?" Ming Xing said, turning his head, "Today's dinner. Let's just eat some dry food and deal with it. After killing the little bald donkey,  , I invite you to go to Yangzhou and eat out!"

    Just when these violent monks started to eat dry food, Wukong started to eat dinner with a satisfied look on his face.

    A fried golden fish, eh.  This is fish, eating this thing does not constitute breaking the precept!  But it seems that I have not followed the commandment of eating meat!  A bowl of snow-white tofu and fish head soup, well, with some wild grass as decoration, and canned pork that I brought out, well, life is really beautiful!

    "These guys are really calm!" After a delicious dinner, Wukong stood on the bow of the boat.  He moved his body twice, and then looked in the direction of the monks' boat, "They are very skilled at killing people and silencing them. By the way, can you tell me whether they also killed the unlucky monk who wrote the letter?"  Yes?"

    "This kind of thing. How could I know!" The boatman on the side said with a smile, "Our forces have not yet reached Jinling, let alone Yangzhou!"

    "What are we" Wukong glanced at him, "Do you think Xiaoji, Brother Wenli, Daluo and the eldest lady are outsiders, right?"

    "Of course not, of course not" the boatman immediately defended, "Xiao Langjun, how can you be an outsider? Absolutely not, absolutely not! I definitely didn't mean it!"

    "What is it if it's not an outsider?" Wukong asked with a smile.

    "This" The boatman fussed for a long time, and finally said, "Of course he is one of his own!"

    Your sister, if she¡¯s not an outsider, what else could she be?  You kid said that a big loli is a little girlWill my wife die?  So, there is a reason why you are still acting like this, you are so ignorant!

    But Wukong himself also knows that although Bai Wenli has worked very hard, it is indeed unrealistic to expect him, a local tyrant and evil gentry in Hangzhou, to find out what happened in Yangzhou in such a short period of time!

    But it doesn¡¯t matter!

    Wukong turned his head and looked in the direction of the violent monks who were following him. Brother Wenli didn¡¯t know, but it would be great if someone knew!

    In fact, although Wukong said that his trip to Yangzhou was full of difficulties and dangers when he was with HP Zhixing and the others, in fact Wukong was really not too concerned about solving the murder of monk Mingxin.  care!

    Tracking down a murder case is not an extremely simple matter. The first step is to find the suspect. What, you said that the suspects are all masked, so you don¡¯t know who they are?  Then just find a few people related to Monk Mingxin as suspects. The first rule of determining suspects is that acquaintances are most likely to attack!

    ¡°Well, this is how Conan, the god of death, usually looks for his murderer!

    The second step is to fight!  Beat the suspect until he confesses. What, you said the suspect doesn't know what to recruit?  Then continue to fight until he gets what he wants, and he does what he wants!  What, he said he wasn't the murderer.  There must be an accomplice. Let him recruit him. If he doesn't recruit him, he will continue to fight!  What, he has recruited all seven aunts and eight aunts, and he really can¡¯t recruit any more?  Then let him go first and beat his seven aunts and eight aunts directly, someone will eventually recruit them!

    ¡°Well, later generations like Lai Junchen and others will all decide cases this way, let alone these mortals.  Even Brother Di Renjie, who is known as the Wenquxing descended to the earth, still has to obediently accept any move!

    Having said that, the so-called means always serve the purpose. Why did you come to Yangzhou?

    Of course, it is to take back these dojos that Zen Buddhism is temporarily unable to control, and then expand the influence of Zen Buddhism in Yangzhou!  Compared with this matter, the rest of the things are all trivial and insignificant.

    As for the real culprit who killed Monk Mingxin?  What is that thing? Does it have anything to do with me?

    In fact, this is the real reason why Wukong slapped him in the face unscrupulously as soon as he entered the temple!  Because his intention from the beginning was to cut through the mess quickly.  Make trouble when something happens, and look for trouble when nothing happens.  After things get serious, whoever dares to cause trouble for him will be captured directly and tortured to extract a confession!

    "There is no way. In order to be a good monk, I can only sacrifice some principles of life" Wukong stood on the bow of the boat, looking in the direction of the violent monks who planned to attack him.  He murmured, "If I were four years old, how could I have talked so much nonsense with you? I would have rushed into Qiling Temple with my troops, captured all the monks, and tortured them one by one.  . I still don¡¯t believe it, so many monks are all unknowing ones!¡±

    What makes Monk Mingxing and the others happy is that for some reason, that bastard little bald donkey¡¯s boat actually stopped in front and stopped moving.  Of course, this is a good thing, but monk Mingxing, who has experienced many battles, still feels that something is wrong.  Everything seemed to be going so well.

    "Fa Ming, sneak over from the shore and see what the little monk is doing when his boat stops?" After hesitating, Monk Mingxing decided to send someone to investigate.

    Soon, Monk Faming, who went to investigate the enemy's situation, came back.  "Senior brother, it's nothing serious. The little bald donkey seems to be seasick. He vomited on the shore for a long time just now. It doesn't seem to have recovered yet. It seems that they can only rest for the night!"

    "It turns out it's seasickness" Monk Mingxing finally relaxed and showed a ferocious smile.

    "This means that even the Buddha didn't protect him!" Another monk standing next to Mingxing chuckled, "It seems that we can't even think about killing this fat sheep. That's right, my sword is already hungry.  For a long time¡­¡­"

    After the violent monks waited patiently for two or three hours, the sky finally turned dark.

    "Senior brother, come on, my big sword"

    "No, wait for another hour," Monk Mingxing replied without hesitation, "Wait until they are all asleep!"

    After waiting patiently for an hour, Monk Mingxing finally made up his mind and waved his hand to the front, "Okay, everyone, come on!"

    The ship started moving again, silently moving along the Grand Canal, and rushed towards Wukong and the others' moored ship, closer, closer, fifty feet, forty feet ten feet, five feet, etc.  The distance between the two boats is getting closer and closer, and it¡¯s time to jump over, Monk Mingxing drew out his sword.

    "Brothers, come on!" Monk Mingxing pointed the sword at Wukong's ship, "Except for that shameless little bald donkey, it's the same rules!"

    After the remaining monks showed a ferocious smile, they drew out their weapons one by one, then carefully jumped from their own ship to the opposite ship, and then followed the hatch to get in!

    Monk Mingxing also drew his sword and jumped over the boat he was on. However, he did not enter the cabin like the other monks. Instead, he stood outside the cabin with the knife and monitored the windows of the boat!

    There were several clicking sounds coming from the cabin, like a knife hitting the wooden board, and then two popping sounds were heard, and the lights suddenly turned on inside the cabin!

    "What are you doing?" Mingxing lowered his voice and said angrily to the cabin, "Don't light the lamp, hurry up and do the work!"

    "The lightswe didn't light the lights!" At this time, Mingxing heard Monk Faming's panicked voice coming from the cabin, "The lights were lit by ourselves, and senior brother, there was no one in the boat  ¡­¡±

    When he heard that there was no one in the boat, Mingxing's heart sank, there was no one there.  How can this be?  Before Monk Mingxing could react, he heard the sound of gongs clanging again, and then a row of lights appeared on the shore like magic, shadowy, and it looked like there were at least dozens of people!

    What is going on?

    Just when Monk Mingxing was in shock, a clear voice suddenly came from the shore, "Wow, hahaha, you damn gangsters have all fallen into my empty city plan!"

    After hearing the arrogant words of this little monk, Monk Mingxing saw that something bad was going on.  They all have the urge to stand up and scold them directly!

    You fell into your mother¡¯s empty city plan. Whose empty city plan is like yours!

    "No, the wind is gone, brothers" Monk Mingxing shouted loudly into the cabin, "The wind is tight, pull!"

    With the shouts of Monk Mingxing, the violent monks inside also rushed out of the cabin with weapons, and then jumped onto their own ships one by one, planning to escape by sailing!

    "The wind is strong, it's pulling" Before they could all escape back to their ship.  I heard the little monk on the shore let out another arrogant laugh, "Where do you want to drag you away? I have prepared a dragnet for you here. If you still want to escape, look, a cloud-piercing arrow can kill thousands of troops."  Wanma comes to meet you!"

    ¡°As he spoke, the young monk waved his hand in the air, and then Monk Mingxing saw a ray of fire rising from the young monk¡¯s hand.  Then it exploded in mid-air!  Following the bang, Monk Mingxing heard a shout coming from the river, and then the lights lit up one by one, surrounding them tightly!

    "This" Monk Mingxing, who had just escaped back to his ship, looked with desperate eyes at the dozen or twenty strange-shaped things that seemed to be boats that suddenly appeared near him, "This is impossible. What I just said  You obviously looked carefully, but there isn¡¯t even a boat nearby!¡±

    "You may have seen it on the surface of the water, but the question is" The little monk on the shore showed a hateful smile, "Have you also seen it inside the water?"

    "In the water?" Monk Mingxing felt a little confused. Is it necessary to look inside the water?  What kind of boat can be driven underwater?

    "Don't you know that boats can drive in the water?" The little monk on the shore tilted his head, showing a look of disappointment, "Oh, you are so ignorant. But it is a pity that you have no chance to learn more in this life.  Got it!"

    As he said that, the little monk waved his hand calmly, "Come on!"

    As the little monk waved his hand, the dozens of big men with weapons around him let out a shout.  They rushed towards the ship!

    "You shameless little bald donkey" Monk Mingxing crossed the sword in his hand, "Winning with more means nothing. If you really have the ability, come up and challenge me!"

    "It's a one-on-one challenge," the little monk said with a bright smile, "Xiao Na is my favorite!"

    After hearing that Wukong agreed to challenge Monk Mingxing to a duel, the people who rushed up were stunned and stopped.

    Monk Mingxing felt a little more relaxed. He definitely didn't have the ability to fight so many people by himself, but in a one-on-one match, he felt that he was still confident of defeating this teenage boy.  It's the little monk. If you capture him as a hostage, you can still rush out!

    ¡°Besides, even if I¡¯m the only oneIf you can't beat him, aren't there your senior brothers around?

    But soon, his idea was shattered!

    "What are you still hesitating about?" At this time, the young monk who agreed to the duel was shamelessly yelling at the people he brought, "Others have already agreed to challenge you all by one person, so where are you?  What are you doing, hurry up and let me go up and kill him!"

    etc!  What does one person challenge them all?

    "What are you talking nonsense about?" Monk Mingxing quickly explained, "I want to challenge you alone!"

    "Xiaoji, I have never had this kind of dueling rule here!" Wukong said with a smile, "Xiaoji, my rule is that either you fight all of us alone, or we all fight in a group and you are alone. Okay, alone  Choose or fight in a group, you can choose for yourself!"

    "You" Monk Mingxing discovered that the face of the little bald donkey in front of him was getting more and more hateful!

    "Okay, brothers!" The young monk standing on the shore in the distance shouted, "There is no need to talk about the rules of the world when dealing with this kind of bad silver. Let's all join together!"

    ps: It feels so refreshing to sleep for twenty-eight hours. Well, it seems that Feng Chui has broken his own personal record of sleeping for twenty-six hours. Well, thank you ccav, thank you mtv  !

    There are two more updates of 6,000 words, which will be released soon, well, it will not take more than four hours!
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