Chapter 172 Failure
After hearing this, Wei Zhifeng was filled with rage and shouted, "You're looking for death!"
He was the first to rush forward, all the muscles in his body throbbing violently, bursting out with almost no reservation, all his strength.
Whoosh! The nine-section whip swung in a circle, then suddenly stretched out straight, with the tip of the spear pointed at the bald monk's throat at an incredibly fast speed.
The bald monk held the wine gourd in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, and said leisurely: "Nine-section whip, this weapon is flashy and too fancy."
The next moment, he raised his hand, stretched out two fingers and pinched it.
Swish! Wei Zhifeng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his scalp instantly went numb.
His nine-section whip spear head, with a force of 60,000 to 70,000 kilograms, was actually firmly clamped by the bald monk with just two fingers! Wei Zhifeng pulled frantically, but he couldn't shake the other party's two fingers at all.
"It's strange that the silver light is shining, and it's strange that the iron-jointed crescent moon is born."
The bald monk let out a long roar, suddenly pulled back, and a terrifying force burst out.
Wei Zhifeng felt a pain in his hand and the nine-section whip flew out of his hand.
When he looked again, he saw that the nine-section whip belonging to him was already in the hands of the bald monk.
Swish~ The bald monk danced the nine-section whip randomly, without any rules, like a child playing.
Then, he suddenly swung forward and the nine-section whip smashed down.
Wei Zhifeng's whole body stiffened, he staggered back two steps and looked down.
The shirt was completely torn.
A bloody wound spread from the chest to below the belly button.
The wound gradually expanded, and the intestines and other internal organs flowed out and fell to the ground.
"You, didn't you say you don't kill?"
Wei Zhifeng fell to his knees, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.
He never thought that he would be killed so easily.
"Oh Pu~"
The bald monk laughed mischievously, covering his mouth like a girl who made a mistake, and said with a smile: "No one is perfect, and even an old monk can make mistakes sometimes."
He threw away the nine-section whip, clasped his hands together, and chanted devoutly: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"
“Brother!”
"How dare you kill my brother, you bastard!"
The three brothers Wei Zhihuo were stunned at first, and were extremely shocked.
But the next moment, they became furious, with fire in their eyes, and at the same time, they waved the nine-section whip and attacked the bald monk.
"Ah, my, my, three against one, how can you bully an old monk like this, do you still have any martial ethics?"
The bald monk raised his hand with a panicked expression and flicked his fingers, once to the left, once to the right.
Bang bang!
The two nine-section whips that were attacking suddenly rolled back.
Poof! The fourth brother was shocked, lowered his head, and saw that his stomach was pierced by the nine-section whip. He fell to the ground in pain.
"Wow!"
The fourth brother heard the sound of vomiting blood, turned his head and his face suddenly became more desperate.
The second brother was pierced through the chest by the nine-section whip from the heart. He fell down spitting blood and died on the spot.
"Second brother, fourth brother!"
Seeing this scene, the third brother was terrified and shuddered with fear.
"Oh Pu~"
The bald monk smiled mischievously again and explained seriously: "I didn't kill them both. They swung their nine-section whips at me, and after I fought back, the two nine-section whips hit each other and killed each other."
He shouted excitedly: "You can't blame the old monk, they were the first to do it!"
The third brother, Wei Zhishan, broke out in a cold sweat and looked at the old monk as if he were a monster.
Then he turned and ran, and his figure flashed into a dark alley.
Wei Zhishan was running madly at an unprecedented speed, and suddenly he bumped into something.
The collision was carried out with the greatest force and was unexpected, so the result was naturally very tragic. His head was bleeding and cracked in an instant.
The scene was like an egg hitting a stone.
Wei Zhishan fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and it can be said that he died with his eyes open.
"Ouch, why are you running so fast? Now you're going to kill yourself."
The bald monk stood in front of him, patted his chest and sighed: "The chest of a Buddhist is so broad, but you just bumped into it and died. It seems that you have no fate with me, Buddha!"
At the same moment! Fang Zhixing climbed over the high wall, carrying the sleeping woman, and quickly left Yan's Winery.
He rushed to where the horses were.
The next second! Fang Zhixing braked suddenly and stopped, with a solemn look on his face.
There was a man standing in front of the road, it was the bald monk.
Fang Zhixing's pupils shrank, and he decisively put the woman down, stepped back three steps, and bowed his head and said, "Please spare my life, senior."
The bald monk was surprised and raised his eyebrows and said, "Good boy, you are the fastest person to give in among all the people I have ever seen."
Fang Zhixing kept a tight face and didn't say anything nonsense.
The bald monk smacked his lips and said, "Little kid, why don't you ask me what happened to your four companions?"
Fang Zhixing asked quickly: "Excuse me, senior, how are they doing?"
The bald monk laughed and said, "They are all dead, but I swear to the Buddha that they did not die in my hands. Guess what happened? If you guess right, I will let you go. How about that?"
Fang Zhixing's emotions were churning wildly, and he simulated in his mind a dozen scenarios in which the four Wei brothers might be killed.
He answered cautiously: "They are dead, but they were not killed. There is only one possibility. They died in an accident."
The bald monk's expression suddenly became extremely wonderful. He clapped his hands twice and praised: "Congratulations, you guessed it right!"
Fang Zhixing became even more nervous.
The bald monk nodded, squatted down, and gently touched the woman on the bed sheet on the ground, as if checking her body.
After a while, he clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Now you put her back in the room and take away the body of your companion. After that, you and I will pretend that nothing happened. How about that?"
Fang Zhixing said solemnly: "Everything is up to you, senior."
He walked forward and picked up the woman on the bed sheet with both hands. The moment he touched the bed sheet, he felt it loosen a little, and a faint force flowed through his arms and hit his limbs.
Fang Zhixing only felt a pain in his heart for a moment, and then the pain disappeared quickly, as if everything was an illusion.
He frowned, picked up the woman on the bed calmly, and went back.
Soon, he arrived at the attic.
The ground was covered in blood. There were three corpses, one lying, one kneeling, and one with its stomach ripped open.
Fang Zhixing did not see Wei Zhishan's body, nor did he look for it carefully. He went straight back to the second floor and put the woman back on the bed.
Then he went downstairs and collected the three bodies.
Soon, he found the fourth body deep in an alley not far away.
Fang Zhixing picked up the four bodies and looked around, but did not find the bald monk.
He walked out of the winery and climbed over the wall.
Soon he walked back to the horses.
The dog ran out, and when he saw the bodies of the four Wei brothers, he suffocated and asked in astonishment, "What happened?"
Fang Zhixing sighed expressionlessly: "If you often walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. This year is not a good year for you!"
He placed the body on four horses, tied them up with ropes, then strung the four horses together and tied them to his own horse.
Fang Zhixing jumped onto the horse, shouted "Gee", and rode away on his horse.
Running and running...
Fang Zhixing was riding on a bumpy horse and felt his chest becoming increasingly stuffy and painful.
Suddenly, the dog smelled something, turned around and looked at Fang Zhixing, and shouted, "You're bleeding!"
Fang Zhixing touched his nose and found blood gushing out of both nostrils.
He began to have problems with his eyes, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and blood kept coming out of the corners of his eyes.
"Wow~"
Fang Zhixing suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, covered his chest with his hands, and looked painful.
His heart ached so much!
It was a heart-piercing pain, a heart-gnawing pain! It was as if at this moment, his heart was being torn into hundreds of pieces.
"That weird monk really didn't let me go..."
Fang Zhixing gritted his teeth and held on, urging his horse to gallop forward.
Seeing this, Xigou said anxiously: "What are you doing? Treat him quickly!"
Fang Zhixing was indifferent and just drove his horse away.
After a while!
Fang Zhixing finally couldn't hold on any longer. His consciousness became a little fuzzy and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. He couldn't exert any strength at all.
Suddenly, he fell headfirst and landed heavily on the ground.
His right foot was caught on the saddle.
The horse was still galloping, dragging Fang Zhixing forward.
"Oh my!" The little dog was extremely anxious and followed Fang Zhixing, shouting "wang wang wang".
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Suddenly, they ran past a person.
The little dog was startled and looked back, only to find that the man seemed to be a big bald head, standing in the cold moonlight like a ghost.
But the next moment, the figure gradually faded and then disappeared completely.
"Amitabha, good, good~"
A happy voice echoed in the woods and it took a long time before it finally stopped.
"What the hell?"
The little dog was confused and couldn't help feeling anxious.
Just like that, another moment passed! Fang Zhixing was on his deathbed, with only one breath left.
Sudden!
He opened his eyes, raised his hand and slapped the ground, his body bounced up, and then jumped onto the horse.
"The crisis is over..."
President Fang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, looked back, and his face was full of lingering fear.
Damn, I almost died! Seeing this, Xigou was surprised and said, "It's because of that big bald guy!"
Fang Zhixing responded, "There is a peerless master hidden in Yan's Winery. I just touched a trap he set, and my heart was shattered."
The dog was horrified and said in shock: "Is it so outrageous? Could it be that the other party is a Nine Ox Realm expert?"
Fang Zhixing walked away with a gloomy face.
About an hour later, he turned into a woods, chose a spot, and punched down.
Bang! A big hole appeared on the ground.
Fang Zhixing put the bodies of the four Wei brothers into a pit and buried them.
Then, he used a second-level knife to carve a piece of wood, carved a line of words on it, and stuck it on the grave.
"Oh, rest in peace."
Fang Zhixing sighed softly.
To be honest, he was quite satisfied with the professionalism of the four Wei brothers.
They are very professional!
Unfortunately, Fang Zhixing and his friends were unlucky this time! "After hunting geese all day, a goose pecked my eye."
Fang Zhixing curled his lips, looked up at the starry sky, and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.
Seeing this, Xigou asked, "Are you going back or are you going to run away?"
Fang Zhixing shook his head and said, "The time has not come yet, why run away now?"
Xi Gou Lian said: "Four of your men died and the mission failed, but you were unharmed. How are you going to explain it when you return?"
Fang Zhixing replied: "This is just a small problem. Luo Keji's focus must be on the bald monk, not how I failed."
Xigou thought about it and felt that there was some truth in it.
Fang Zhixing’s perspective on things is different.
The man and the dog rode back to the county town.
Soon, Fang Zhixing returned to Yixiangzhai in the dark and walked quickly into the study.
At this moment, Hongye fell asleep in the chair. She had been waiting for Fang Zhixing to come back.
"Master!"
Hongye rubbed her eyes and stood up to greet him. When she saw Fang Zhixing, who was dirty and in a very miserable state, she instantly lost all her sleepiness.
She asked in astonishment: "What's going on?"
Fang Zhixing sighed and said in a deep voice: "Something went wrong and the mission failed."
He immediately sat down at the desk and picked up a brush.
Hongye helped him grind the ink.
"There is a bald monk guarding the Yan's Winery. His strength is at least at the Ninth Bull Realm. The four Wei brothers were all killed. I was lucky enough to escape death. The mission failed."
Fluttering, the carrier pigeon flew out of the window, into the vast night, and soon turned into a black dot.
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Navy camp, late night!
It was late at night when a carrier pigeon fell from the sky and landed on Aunt Leng's arm.
Aunt Leng took off the roll of paper, glanced at it casually, and suddenly her eyes fixed.
She looked carefully at the contents of the paper and her breathing paused.
A moment later…
Aunt Leng stood in front of a big bed.
Luo Keji and Dong Minzhu sat on the bed, looking at the contents on the roll of paper, with different expressions on their faces.
Aunt Leng said slowly: "We know that Tian Taixing likes Yan Hongtao very much and intends to marry her, but there is a gap between their statuses, so Tian Taixing can only marry Yan Hongtao as a concubine, but Yan Hongtao is unwilling to put herself in a difficult position.
Therefore, we plan to kidnap Yan Hongtao, disrupt Tian Taixing, and make him look bad at the Qinghe Martial Arts Conference.
I just didn’t expect…”
Dong Minzhu lifted her long hair and responded, "That's a good idea, but how could there be a bald monk at the Nine Ox Realm in a small Yan's Winery?"
Luo Keji smiled and said thoughtfully: "This monk should like to drink, and he doesn't mind killing people. If I'm not mistaken, this person is most likely the 'evil monk who broke the precepts'."
"Is it him?!"
Dong Minzhu couldn't help but be shocked, looked sideways, and said, "How could that evil monk appear in our Qinghe County?"
Luo Keji stood up, put on his clothes and said, "There is only one explanation for the appearance of the evil monk who broke his precepts in Qinghe County. He was invited by the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner Tian Heyi. This is a serious matter. I must go to see the county governor immediately."
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The next morning, there was a strong wind and it started to rain.
Fang Zhixing was awakened by the sound of rain. He turned over and took another nap.
After an unknown amount of time, he woke up again and got dressed.
Come down from the second floor and enter the study.
"Master, you're awake!" Hongye smiled gently.
Fang Zhixing asked, "Is there any reply from the other side?"
Hongye shook her head, as if she understood Fang Zhixing's thoughts, and continued, "If the eldest master and the eldest lady wanted to punish you because of the failure of this mission, you should have received the punishment by now. The fact that you didn't receive the punishment only means that they don't think it is your responsibility."
Fang Zhixing's lips curled up slightly and he laughed silently.
In fact, that's not what he asked.
Even if Luo Keji was dissatisfied with him, he would not punish him now. After all, this was the time when he needed someone.
If there is to be any punishment, we have to wait until the Qinghe Martial Arts Conference is held!
Fang Zhixing was just curious about who that bald monk was.
With the information channels that Luo Keji has control over, I'm afraid he has already figured it out by now.
(End of this chapter)