please make me king

Chapter 1254 Bashan Tiger

"My next Ren Liang, who is the hero?" Song Xiance didn't expect that after a few words of intimidation, the "Gourd King" Ren Liang rushed over from the cottage overnight.

"Under the [-]th Battalion of the Rebel Army, the leader of the [-]th Battalion, Song Xiance, the great master of the kingdom under the command of King Shun, this is the Monkey King Sun Wukong, the general under the command of King Shun. This time, he was entrusted by King Shun to come to meet the Calabash King." Song Xiance couldn't help but bow. Arched.

"Bold!" As soon as Song Xiance finished speaking, a hulking man jumped out and shouted.

"What the beautiful monkey king, the ugly monkey king, have you never read "Journey to the West"?"

I don't know if Song Xiance did it intentionally or unintentionally, while giving himself the title of a great national teacher, he also gave Wukong the nickname "Monkey King" by the way.

This kind of behavior of treating others as fools really angered the other party.

"Bashanhu, don't be rude!" Ren Liang drank quickly, but remained motionless.

Song Xiance saw it clearly, and naturally knew that it must have come from the "Gourd King" Ren Liang's instruction.

As the saying goes: It is better to be the head of a chicken than the queen of a cow.

Then Ren Liang was well-behaved as the "King of Calabash", how can he be a dog with others after listening to a few empty words?

This group of people is short-sighted, and they may not know the power of King Shun. Let them have a look first, and then talk.

It turned out that this Bashan tiger, originally surnamed Gao, was from Fenxi.

Later, after he raised his army, he offended the powerful Wang Gang, but fortunately Ren Liang knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Therefore, this person is quite disgusted with the rebel army related to Wang Gang, and he is completely devoted to Gourd King Ren Liang.

"Bashan tiger? What is a Bashan tiger!" Wukong couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard the words, and said disdainfully.

Song Xiance's phrase "Monkey King Sun Wukong" made him very comfortable, and he didn't mind taking the opportunity to exercise his muscles and bones.

"Oh, I remembered, you are the little demon who sits down with the Golden Horn and Silver Horn demons. Thanks to your grandpa, who has a good memory, he still remembers it!"

Nima, Bashanhu couldn't help jumping out when he heard the words, and said angrily: "What a thief, how dare you insult me ​​like this."

"It's a hero, come out and help!"

It turns out that in "Journey to the West", King Jinjiao and King Yinjiao happen to have a little demon called "Bashan Tiger".

If it was a joke in the past, then Bashanhu would not be annoyed.It's just that now that Wukong calls himself the Monkey King, if his nickname is repeated, he is naturally belittled.

"It's easy to say, easy to say, I don't know if you are fighting weapons or sumo wrestling?" Wukong grinned, never showing any trace of fear.

Ba Shanhu looked at Wukong's terrifying figure, and thought that he was inferior to others in sumo, so he quickly said: "Everyone is a person who licks blood on the tip of a knife, so naturally it is worse than a weapon!"

Good guy, this is really a way to heaven if you don't go, there is no way to hell if you come.

Seeing that Ren Liang had no intention of stopping him, Song Xiance could not help but lightly ordered: "Don't beat him to death!"

Are you kidding me, don't talk about you Bashanhu and Bashanworm, even if you come together with twenty or thirty people, you may not be able to withstand Wukong's iron rod!
Hearing this, the Naba Mountain Tiger became even more angry, and took only a gun, which was about six or seven feet long, and came to invite a fight.

Wukong was even more disdainful when he saw it, and couldn't help but shook his head and jumped out.

It turned out that although the iron rod in Wukong's hand weighed thirty-six catties, it was actually only five feet long and one inch five or six thick. It looked short and slender in the hands of Wukong who was six feet five inches tall.

Naba Shanhu couldn't help laughing and said: "My gun is called a quick gun, the length of the gun is six feet five inches, it can release ammunition, today I will spare you this, let you see how powerful Grandpa is!"

"There's a lot of nonsense, watch it!" Wukong was so impatient, he hit him with a stick.

The Bashan Tiger took a step back, with a sneer on his face, and quickly knocked it with his hand.

Don't underestimate this knock, but it is his "stunt".

It turns out that the wooden handle of this fast gun is five feet long, the gun body is two feet long, and the gun head is inserted in the chamber, so it is top-heavy, and it is the most difficult to use except for shooting.

However, the martial arts handed down by Bashanhu's family is the long-handled mace, which has already been eliminated due to the prosperity of firearms.

Since the Naba Mountain Tigers raised their troops, they accidentally discovered that the fast guns of the Ming army had a similar feel to the mace, so they changed the sticks into spears and practiced a strange martial art.

The barrels were all made of refined iron, which was quite heavy, basically no weapon could withstand his knock.

As long as the opponent's weapon was knocked away by him, he would stab forward and kill a hero.

I don't know how many heroes with high abilities and proficient martial arts died because they misjudged the weight of the weapons in their hands.

Seeing Wukong's blow, Bashanhu almost grinned.

He wanted to meet the two weapons, but there was a "clang", Bashan Tiger's mouth was about to burst, and the fast gun in his hand almost flew out.

He was about to leave, but how could it be too late?

I saw an iron rod knocking down my head, and I saw that my head was about to explode, and I died at this time.

Only one person shouted urgently: "The hero is merciful!"

With a sound of "huh", the iron rod stopped firmly in front of Bashanhu's forehead.

Suddenly a drop of cold sweat rolled down from Bashanhu's forehead, rolled over the corner of the eye, rolled over the cheek, rolled over the chin, and finally fell to the ground, breaking into eight petals.

"Good... good guy, good... good kung fu, good iron stick!" Ba Shanhu couldn't help stammering.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move, but this Bashanhu didn't understand why he used a muddy iron rod.

What he has cultivated by himself is the ability of the battlefield, and he takes the fierce line of opening and closing.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be tougher and fiercer than himself, so if he competed a hundred times, he would end up in the same way.

"Oh, it's boring!" Wukong's mouth curled up, he took back the iron rod in his hand, and pulled a stick flower as lightly as nothing.

"How is it?" Ren Liang walked up to Ba Shanhu at some time, and asked in a low voice.

"After Gao Jiaji's death, Li Shukong is probably the only one who can practice with him!" Ba Shanhu replied in shame.

Ren Liang patted him on the shoulder, didn't say anything, just smiled at Song Xiance: "What a strong man, good martial arts, but now I'm convinced!"

"If King Shun's subordinates were all such fierce generals, what would the world be worth?"

When Song Xiance saw that he was still silent about the "joint venture", he couldn't help saying: "This is the courage of one man, fighting with all his strength, it's only twenty or thirty, it's nothing."

"Now King Shun is going on the Northern Expedition, directly targeting the capital of the Ming Dynasty. I don't know if King Calabash wants to be a friend or an enemy?"

"Haha, Confucius said it well, everyone in the world is brothers!" Ren Liang couldn't help laughing.

"Now that King Shun is the most prestigious and the leader of the [-]th Battalion of the Rebel Army, how dare I be an enemy?"

"It's just that, again, no matter who is extremely capable or famous, there is absolutely no reason to make the brothers sacrifice their lives with a single word!"

"I don't know what the gourd king has in mind, why not draw the road, and the old Taoist will follow!" Song Xiance smiled with half-closed eyes.

"Don't dare, dare not, King Shun's national teacher and general, how dare I make any mistakes?" Ren Liang said indifferently.

"It's just that there are many people in this mountain, and it's not up to me to decide."

"From here, fifty or sixty miles to the northwest, there is Zhouhong Mountain in Jingle, and there is Zhouhong Village in the mountain. There is a hero named Li Shukong in the village."

"This person's reputation is only inferior to mine, but he is young and vigorous, and has some abilities. He has never listened to my orders."

"If the national teacher can persuade this person to surrender to King Shun, how dare the whole gourd village not obey?"

(End of this chapter)