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Episode 1: Disciples of the Heavenly Disciple 1.5 The general was born in clay and sealed into a tomb Part 2

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    Thirty miles west of the ancient city, there are scattered graves, and the hour begins.  "Onetwothreeseven!" The short and fat man suddenly jumped up from the grass, "Boss, this is the tomb." "Pigherd, you remember clearly, Mr. Li's concubine is lying there.  In this old grave with no solid soil?" The young man with the foxtail in his mouth lazily stood up from the fat man.  Like the fat man, he also wore a shabby long gown that had been starched until it faded.  "Well! This concubine's death was strange, so Mr. Li found a few idle men to secretly bury the matter in the middle of the night. It was not easy for me to find out." The fat man rubbed his hands and said, "It cost me two coins.  The guy got drunk enough to tell the truth. "Brother, I'll give you back the money you gave me. Hehe! If I find a flaw, Mr. Li will definitely end up in this lawsuit that takes people's lives seriously!"  It was a sinister look, "At that time, the huge Li family bank will not allow you and my brothers to withdraw money?" "Everything depends on big brother!" Thinking about the large amount of money that was about to be extorted, the fat man smiled even more meanly, "Big brother  , I heard that the concubine was still hot when she was buried" "Oh? Hey!" The corners of the young man's thin mouth were immediately full of obscenity.  He picked up the pickaxe from beside him and dug hard towards the grave.  "Do it!" "Brother, although it's not much work to cultivate the soil, the grave is indeed big enough." The fat man swung the shovel desperately, and soon he was sweating.  "These idle men who have killed a thousand swords have spilled it here if they dare not to attack their mother-in-law's belly. Damn it, a concubine who doesn't even have a monument, do you need to dig this big grave to bury her?  Enough for the whole family" The tall young man cursed with his hands on his hips.  The mound of soil in front of him collapsed out of thin air, creating a large crater. The pickaxe that lost its sight almost hit his toes.  The fat man held the pickaxe in his hand and shouted to his companion on the other side of the grave: "Boss! There's something going on!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a banging sound and a ghost hand stretched out from the grave.  "Wow!" The fat man jumped up in fright, and the thing in his hand had already been thrown away.  "Shadow, there is a shadow." The tall young man was also frightened and his face turned yellow, but he was obviously more determined than his companion who was just waiting to die.  "Is he also a tomb robber?" As soon as the fat man came back to his senses, he saw the man rolling up and emerging from the tomb.  "It feels so good -" Facing the high-hanging sun, the tomb robber twisted his waist comfortably and stretched out his hand to lift his pants.  The fat man and the tall man couldn't help but look at each other, with the man's tacitly lewd smile on their faces.  The grave robber rubbed his belly again.  The two of them stopped laughing immediately.  "Bah! Bah! Bah!" When the tomb robber curled his fingers and clasped something randomly in his mouth, the two of them couldn't help but hold their stomachs and retching together.  "Huh?" The sound of retching immediately attracted the attention of the tomb robber. He took out his fingers from his mouth and wiped them clean on his clothes. He reached out to touch the two of them, "You two" "Gah¡ª¡ª" The fat man stared.  Once it turned over, he fainted.  Good Death is hitting the iron pickaxe handle embedded in the grave.  The gleaming pickaxe hit the carp like a carp and drove it into the temple of his companion.  "I" Half of his face was bleeding. The tall man's legs were limp and he leaned against the grave. Holding the handle of the pickaxe that was throbbing in pain, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the fat man's chest.  When the tomb robbers rushed over, they heard the last word, "fuck." Wu Ming was stunned when he was thought to be a tomb robber.  Looking at the two scoundrels who had more air in and less air out, the young man couldn't help but shed tears, "I just wanted to say hello, you know" Wu Ming was wrapped in a clay sculpture last night, and he ran all the way here with him.  The clay sculpture that had been lost to him for eight hundred years used its last spiritual energy to transform into a lonely grave to bless the sleeping little master.  It was not until the inscription on the back completely absorbed the spiritual energy of the clay sculpture that Wu Ming woke up.  The golden light flashed in his mind again, and a new inscription was comprehended by him.  The Nine Styles of the Great Wilderness: Kui Zhen Three Mountains.  Speaking of which, he has already mastered two of the Nine Great Wilderness Styles, "Golden Tiger Roaring Sky" and "Kui Zhen Sanshan", but he doesn't know how to release them!  The pair of five-hundred-year-old bronze lions and the eight-hundred-year-old clay sculptured heavenly general made Wu Ming full of spiritual energy, but he could not mobilize it no matter what. The feeling of loss after entering Baoshan but returning empty-handed made him very sad.  have no choice.  Is it really like what that tough girl said, that all of us in Tianmenmen are full of bad luck?  Wu Ming stroked the precious ring that was tightly clasped on his index finger, and stared blankly at the two tomb robbers who were still bleeding and had no idea where their souls were wandering.  Gululu Wu Ming suddenly woke up as he was unbearably hungry and thirsty.  There are still pursuers behind us, so it is not advisable to stay here for a long time.  After making up his mind, Wu Ming stuffed the two men into the grave hole he had left when he dug out, dug up the soil and buried them. He also used two iron pickaxes and tied them with their loincloths to form a cross and inserted them into the grave.  I was about to leave, and after thinking about it, I realizedWhen he came back, he used the dagger that had stabbed the fat man to death and carefully carved the words "The Tomb of Passerby A and B".  After a few bows, Wu Ming, who had settled his worries, exhaled the turbid air in his chest and stood up slowly.  The road ahead is still unclear, but the tea shop cannot go back.  Standing on the mass grave and looking around, I saw a faint city due east.  Wu Ming stuffed a few pieces of silver collected from the two poor people into his waist and walked towards the city.  The ancient city has no name, so it is called the ancient city.  This small city neither occupies a strategic position nor is it a famous city. Although the war is raging, it is always safe and sound.  The ancient city has beautiful scenery, simple folk customs, and the atmosphere of the old days is often seen in the tiled houses.  At the Longshang Inn, Wu Ming was concentrating on a table of delicious food.  It's not a pity to use up all the extravagant wealth he has. Although he never has more than two taels of silver, he is a good spender.  Braised trotters, steamed sea bass, shredded duck fried in soy sauce, braised donkey belly I also held a slick roast chicken in my hand, and my mouth was full of oil when I chewed it.  The drinker who ordered some side dishes had already disappeared and was squatting in the middle as if no one else was around. People in the circle could see that he was eating enthusiastically and had an astonishing amount of food.  Half a hoof, a seabass, fragrant donkey belly shredded pork, Jimo old wine brewed by six ancient methods, gulp down.  Thousands of tastes merged into one word, "Shuang¡ª¡ª" Rubbing his bulging belly, Wu Ming burped happily, and the room was filled with fragrance for a while.  Just as he was about to slide off the stool, he suddenly felt the wind behind his head.     Snapped!  Wu Ming¡¯s head hurt and he hit his head on the table.  His arched back exerted force, and his raised butt drew a sharp arc, causing him to do a forward somersault and hit the table full of delicious food.  Boom!  The wooden chopsticks flew around, the soup splashed everywhere, and Wu Ming smashed the table with his butt, hitting the thick floor.  Regardless of how greasy his body was, when he touched the back of his head, his hands were covered in blood.  "Fuck!" Wu Ming was furious, rolled over and was about to curse, but suddenly he met two cold eyes.  The woman put back the empty chopstick cage with one hand and smiled at the young man, "Long time no see, how are you, little brother?"
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