Chapter 48 Shura Bloodthirsty

Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and sit in front of the pavilion. Look up at the mountains and the moon and listen to the cicadas in the evening.

The swimming fish is comfortable, and the autumn wind is rustling. In the past, people went with a towel and left the lake clear.

It's a wild oath, but who has pity now? The night is cold, and the dew is cold. Say goodbye to the world.

Here, after meditating endless years, the thirteen tombs standing proudly have been presented in front of the world as above the world, coming and going for hundreds of years, witnessing the decline and rise of the Chinese nation.

After several twists and turns, history has created a rich traditional culture and advanced civilization that makes the world marvel, and these thirteen tombs are still quietly waiting for the glory of another Chinese nation.

This is the Ming Tombs, where the bones of the thirteen Ming emperors are buried.

"What's the matter?" An old man standing at the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors asked another old man beside him.

"I don't know. It's news from outside." Another old man shook his head and said.

"What's the news?"

"It is said that someone found a secret here. The ridiculous thing is that the old guys we have lived in the land for decades did not find anything, but let foreign people find these trivial things in advance."

The two old people restrained their eyebrows, and some small rumors came to their ears through the following channels, so that the old men couldn't help but come and watch. They stayed here for almost an hour. As usual, they did not find anything unusual.

"I heard that several foreign golden families are coming here." After meditating for a moment, one of the old men spoke first.

Another old man nodded and asked, "Do we want to intervene?"

Another period of thinking for a long time.

"Don't startle the snake first. Let's wait and see what happens. If there is a situation, I don't mind letting the children below who have been unable to calm down come here to fight with them." The old man coughed twice, and his bones were not as good as before. When the foreign devils invaded China, he killed a lot of people. Chinese men are also not vegetarian.

prestige and dignity are built in front of absolute rule.

"The Golden Family?" Another old man snorted coldly and continued, "There is no shortage in China. Northwest Kunlun is enough for these foreign-headed kids to see."

"Ha ha, Kunlun hasn't moved for decades. I don't know if that old guy is still alive now." The old man smiled. For people like them who stepped into the coffin with half a foot, the biggest enemy was the time.

"I don't know about this." Another old man shook his head and suddenly thought of something, and then added, "But the boy who betrayed from Kunlun two years ago is his disciple. You should know."

If the old man realized something, he smiled cheerfully and said, "How can I not know such a big news? When the boy heard that he had got his true biography, he dared to kill Kunlun alone. This courage and strength, even if we were compared with him in those years, it was still beyond us."

"Let's compare with him? Old man Shangguan, not in the same era, how can he compare? In troubled times, there are heroes. Now that we are in a peaceful and prosperous era, how can we be in the chaos of those years? The old man next to him was dissatisfied. In his opinion, if the current era wants to be like the people of their era, I'm afraid it's a big event.

The old man known as Shangguan's old man stared at his companion and blew his beard and said, "Mr. Sun, have you forgotten what happened to him in Tibet?"

"Tibet? I remember that there is a thing. I heard that the boy of the Ximen family was defeated in his hands, and there was also a young man with a red light. He was robbed of his sword by the Kunlun boy to deal with the reincarnated old man of the Saga faction. It was still difficult to escape a defeat. Jiang is still old and spicy. No matter how capable he is, he is still a little less smooth. The old man surnamed Sun sighed that there are talents in the country. The most dazzling of this generation is nothing more than the young people who come out of Kunlun. As the pillar of the Sun family, he does not like to destroy himself and increase the prestige of others.

Most of the outside rumors are watery, and the hearsay is unreliable.

"Haha, you are jealous." The old man Shangguan made fun of his old friend and said, "However, I heard that the Sun family has a very good female doll in recent years. Is it your granddaughter?"

When the old man surnamed Sun heard his old friend mention the Sun family, he naturally had a light on his face and said pleasantly, "That's my granddaughter."

"Come on, how much chance will your granddaughter win against that boy?" The old man Shangguan had an idea and asked.

The old man surnamed Sun frowned. He didn't like such a question very much. He had to admit that his granddaughter was still far away from the descendants of Kunlun, who became famous in Tibet.

"There should be 20%."

However, he still gave the answer, and then joked, "Shangguan old man, your grandson's reputation is not weaker than that of my girl. How much is Ling Feng's chance of winning compared with him?"

The old man Shangguan was asked back, and then smiled and said, "Ling Feng, I won't fight with him. I'm not like you. I like to be competitive in everything I do.

The old man surnamed Sun blushed and coughed dryly, "If you don't fight for this and that in your life, how much is the meaning of life?"

The old man Shangguan said in a low voice, "What's the point of winning? When I'm old, I should consciously give up my position to the young people below. I won't interfere in the matter of Ling Feng, so as not to end up like Mr. Yang.

The old man surnamed Sun's eyes lit up and he asked, "Are you talking about Yang Dongshi?"

Glancing at the old man Sun, Shangguan said angrily, "Who else can there be besides him? You think that Emperor Yang Qing left the Yang family for no reason. Although Shanghe governs the Yang family in an orderly manner, he still feels more or less guilty. The Yang family lacks two pillars, and the decline is inevitable.

"I don't know if Old Yang is alive. If I can find him, I will be in vain!" The old man surnamed Sun sighed and said that the Sun family is not as popular now, but it is much better than the declining Yang family. Compared with the Yang family 20 years ago, the Sun family 20 years ago is simply different. It is also a Taiji branch. Under the leadership of Yang Dongzhi and Yang Qingdi, the Yang family is many times stronger than the Sun family.

"He should still be alive. Among us, he is the youngest. In terms of achievements, he makes us big brothers feel guilty." The old man Shangguan sighed.

"You forgot the old man of the Tang family." The old man surnamed Sun reminded him.

"Tang Jinqiu? Indeed. After living in seclusion for 20 years, it is said that he did not walk out of the Tang family, and I don't know if he has entered the coffin. The old man Shangguan joked that Tang Jinqiu was also a figure among them, but he kept a low profile and did not have much contact with everyone.

"The next generation of our generation is not the same few people who can get on the stage. The brothers of the Murong family, the Xuanyuan family, and the father of Ximen Xiongkui, who was defeated in the hands of that boy, are not simple people." The old man surnamed Sun smiled and said that his son was barely comparable to the people he mentioned, which was not too far behind.

"That's true. It's not early, and it's time to go back. Bring your granddaughter to me one day. I don't know if there is any hope with Ling Feng." The old man Shangguan said with a smile that his grandson is still competitive and young, so that he won't worry about an old man, but it's not a bad thing to be able to match a pair of mandarin ducks.

The old man surnamed Sun said, "Old man Shangguan, after talking for a long time, it turned out to be my granddaughter's attention. Let me first declare that my granddaughter has a little high vision, and ordinary people don't look at it."

"Do you mean that my grandson is an ordinary person?" The old man Shangguan noticed that there was something in the old man surnamed Sun and pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Ha ha, I don't know if your grandson is an ordinary person, but I know that my granddaughter said that her man must be able to give her a lot of country." The old man surnamed Sun said that he hadn't quarreled with this old man for a long time. He is much more comfortable today.

"Then you keep it. I dare not climb high with such a tough granddaughter-in-law."

The two old people stared at each other and returned to their childhood. In the end, they were annihilated in endless laughter.

Speaking of several brothers of the Murong family and the generation of the Xuanyuan family, the two old people did not mention the other person in their hearts. They didn't forget it. Even if they were confused, they would not forget it. There was a descendant who made them tremble. At that time, everyone was not old enough, just like him. At this level, no one doesn't know that person's name, but no one is willing to mention it. This name has become a nightmare for many people, and they can't let it go for a lifetime.

Shura is bloodthirsty.

This is the myth created by a young descendant in that era.

He Changfeng and Agagantuo meticulously "take care of" Zhong Zhigang, who was bruised all over his body in a hospital. Most of Zhong Zhigang's injuries were skin injuries and did not hurt the inner house. It should not be serious. However, contrary to expectations, the skin trauma can be serious to the current level, thanks to Agaganto, and "not small He Changfeng, who stepped on the palm of his hand.

Ye Hetu seems to have disappeared. There is no shadow at all in the past two days. Although He Changfeng and Agagantuo are puzzled, they know that there must be something wrong, so Ye Hetu will not care about it and leave any contact information.

"The master said it was tomorrow." He Changfeng said in a low voice, but now there is no news about his master at all, and they have no idea what to do next.

"Are we going to the Tomb of the Thirteen Emperors tomorrow?" Agaganto has long been unable to calm down.

"The master didn't tell me." He Changfeng hesitated. If he had any bad impact on the master's plan, he could not bear the responsibility.

"You fool, since he told you the time, the purpose was to let you go, he told you to go with him? Maybe this is also one of his plans. I don't understand why you always struggle with these problems without Chinese people. Agaganto quickly said that He Changfeng, a bitch, is usually very smart. Why does he like to be stupid at the critical moment?

Being reminded by Agagantuo, He Changfeng suddenly opened his head. He didn't know what his right hand was tripped over. Anyway, he pulled it fiercely and said with a smile, "It's worthy of being the Scum of the Solomon family. The way of thinking is really different."

Agaganto was speechless. He didn't understand whether this man was belittling or praising him?

How can he understand the profound connotation of Chinese characters for a moment?

Zhong Zhigang, who was lying in a coma, suddenly shouted with high decibels. I don't know which bitch pulled off the tube of the infusion.

(Ps: The opening poem was improvised by my father in his spare time. Thank him for taking time to help in his busy schedule. Although he didn't pay much interest in his son's writing books, he is still a good father.)