lethal arsenal

Chapter 130
Zeng Guoquan walked quickly, protecting the black jade lamp with his big sleeves to prevent the night wind from blowing out the strange green fire. Above the flame, there was an indigo bead floating up and down, revealing evil nature.

The lamp oil in the lamp is full of bright red blood.

Zeng Guoquan's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, like crown jade, and his suave and suave face was almost out of shape at this moment.

"That thief is very powerful, and the Linhuai army is indeed daring. How dare they? How dare they intercept and kill me."

Zeng Guoquan recognized Lin Dong's appearance, so he could pretend to be wearing a mask?

How can there be such a good thing in the world.

As more and more energy drained from his body, Zeng Guoquan knew that there was no hope of escaping. Even if he could run into a big city and continue his life with a hundred-year-old ginseng, he would be powerless.

This time it hurt the root, even if there is dragon energy to support it, even if it survives, it will lose at least 30 to [-] years of life.

If he is white-haired and pale-faced, and becomes an old man, how can the imperial court use him?

How does the eldest brother use him?
With this thought in his mind, Zeng Guoquan gritted his teeth and tore off the brocade robe on his body, and he didn't run away any more. He simply wrote the next line of blood in a book - the Linhuai Army killed me, the murderer, Lin Yuanjue!
Zeng Guoquan couldn't help panting, his chest was like a burst bellows.

If someone is here, you can see that Zeng Guoquan's spirit is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin is tightly attached to the bone, and the part of flesh and blood between the bone and the skin seems to be swallowed by some kind of terrifying ghost average.

The candles on the lamps are getting brighter and brighter.

call!
Zeng Guoquan blew the trumpet, and an invisible eagle in the night sky grabbed the broken piece of cloth and flew towards the southwest.

……

Thousands of miles away.

Chiki town house, with red walls and black tiles, bright yellow pillars, and a string of wind chimes hanging on the corners of the eaves are tinkling, and the wind conveys the thoughts from afar.

Zeng Guofan blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt a little tired. All these years of fighting in the South and the North, Zeng was used to going to bed late and getting up early. It should be almost three o'clock now, maybe longer.

When he was feeling down, Lao Zeng let out a sigh of relief, and he picked up the snuff bottle with a quick movement.

"Just take a breath, take a breath."

Zeng Guofan was muttering silently, and was about to light a cigarette... The "Complete Works of Think Tank" that had been on the desk all year round was flipped by the wind.

"Light wealth is enough to gather people, and self-discipline is enough to convince people."

"Scholars must study first with ambition, second with knowledge, and third with perseverance."

……

Zeng Guofan's gaze couldn't help concentrating. He had recently communicated with Yuan Sanjia of the Linhuai Army, and he was planning to complete his third motto.

The third sentence that Lao Zeng planned to write is - being lenient is enough to win people, and being first is enough to lead people.

Since Yuan Sanjia wanted to share a share of the victory in Tianjing on the future battlefield, as long as he was obedient and obediently surrendered Suzhou Mansion, it wouldn't matter if the Hunan Army threw two bones at him.

This third maxim, Lao Zeng originally planned to include it in "Bing Jian" to cultivate his supernatural powers.

But at this time, for some reason, my mood suddenly became restless.

Zeng Guofan counted his fingers subconsciously, and suddenly, the expression on his face froze, with a pair of upside-down triangular eyes gleaming fiercely.

The python is a hornless dragon, and the black-scaled python is also called an epileptic dragon or a scorpion dragon. It doesn't sound very good, but it is good or bad. It can fully withstand more than 360 engravings of dragon energy, and it is the fate of a king, a sage, and a man.

Going a step further, it is not impossible to become an ancestor and call yourself the clan, and reach the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

He quickly opened the door, and saw a pure silver moon disk hanging in the sky.

This round of silver bright full moon actually gives people an incomparably clear feeling.

"My fortune-telling adores blackness, and God actually hangs a white moon. This is a sign that the five relatives are leaving, but who will encounter bad luck?"

Zeng Guofan frowned, worried.

In order to suppress the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he used his love twice, and if Ding You used it again, let alone the golden body of Feng Sheng, whether he can be appointed as a virtuous person after death is in doubt.

"Twenty-seven in the autumn of the second and fourth, and six or four people in the eighth and eighth promotions, three lives are lucky to rejuvenate the family, and the first yuan will meet Yuzhen!"

[Juren in the 24th, Jinshi in the 27th, eight years in a row in the capital, and lived to be 64 years old. Sansheng pointed out that he failed to throw himself into the river three times, but he prospered his family. At the end of his life, he went to the Tiangong to visit Emperor Wenchang.Yuzhen is Yuzhenqing Palace, where the emperor lives. (Referring to Emperor Wenchang)]

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Zeng Guofan thought of seeing the Zen master who was known as the silent monk.

The old monk who kept the precepts all his life, but at the end of his life, when he became an arhat, he broke the precepts and ordered himself, and passed away without even burning a relic.

The old monk paid such a price, shouldn't this numerology go wrong?
However, the reality is going on a different trajectory from numerology.

"Difficult, difficult!"

Looking at the silver-white moon disk, Zeng Guofan felt as if he had swallowed a rotten egg. Something blocked his throat, making him speechless.

In the end, Lao Zeng shook his head, sat back in his seat safely, and continued to read the note sent by the Examination Bureau.

The Public Examination Bureau is an institution that bypasses the yamen organization and delegates power to landlords and gentry.

Normally, murder cases and the like have to be sent to the government to go through the process.

When it comes to Zeng Guofan's place, there is no need to be so troublesome.

If the gentry and landlord suspected that a certain poor peasant might be a rebel or the Taiping Army, then he would send troops to suppress it and it would be over.

Lao Zeng's butt has always been upright, that is, he is sitting on the united front with the vast number of landlords.

Rather than saying that Zeng Guofan was defending the Qing court, it is better to say that he was protecting the interests of tens of thousands of landlords in the land of China.

Of course, in Lao Zeng’s view, what he did was extremely correct. Monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, landlords will always be landlords, commoners will always be commoners, who is your friend and who is your enemy?It is clear at a glance.

After approving the note for a while, Zeng Guofan silently calculated how much real money he had made, and then calmly conceived his own diary.

He intends to warn his younger generation in his diary—to be an honest official!
A diary is a diary, making money is making money, two different things.

Serious people who keep a diary?
Let's talk about the money collection, that's called - kindness is hard to give up. (This is written in the diary.)
After blowing out the lights, the sky outside had already turned white, and Lao Zeng fell asleep peacefully.

……

The sky was dim and suave, full of people who were no longer bookish, Zeng Guoquan stared at the little talisman with his eyes wide open.

"Why aren't you dead! Not dead yet!"

He kept babbling, and his face was full of yin, like a skeleton covered in human skin.

Blood flowed out all over the body, the skin on the arm with the cuffs exposed was bruised, and the tendons were prominent. Looking down along the tendons, the wound on the palm was turned outward, and no more blood dripped.

The ink jade lamp, the lamp oil bottomed out, stayed up all night, but didn't see Lin being boiled to death.

Second-rank officer, the dragon energy of more than 80 ticks is almost burned out, can't burn a demon to death?
This is not the most exaggerated, just when Zeng Guoquan became more and more desperate.

Click, a subtle sound came from the pill, and a thin crack opened on it.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably domineering laughter came from Dan Wan.

Hahaha!
Lin Dong let out a long laugh and honed his martial arts all night. A group of ghosts were tortured and killed repeatedly.

If we say that at the beginning, these guys swarmed up, they could cause trouble for Lin Dong to some extent.

Then, later on, with the continuous development of his own abilities, Lin Dong unexpectedly awakened an affix.

Green affix [Chi You Dalian! 】At the end of the fight, Lin Dong simply gave up using the Miao Dao, and purely used boxing to suppress and kill ghosts.

His fists are like spears, his palms are like knives, coupled with his perpetual motion machine-like physique, although he is mentally exhausted, his moves become more smooth.

At this moment, Lin Dong grabbed the arm of the Madonna of the Red Lotus, which was waving the Zen stick, and twisted his five fingers vigorously. A slender arm was twisted into a twist by him.

There were wreckage everywhere, Chen Yucheng's ghost head was buried in a pile of flesh and blood, and his head was directly pierced by the skinny beauty and nailed to the ground.

The method of death of the King of England is exactly the same as that of his life.

Other ghosts were broken into several segments, such as the county magistrate Zhou who gave up struggling completely.

Or he was disarmed and killed, the wooden sword was inserted into the mouth, pierced the throat, and nailed to the ground together with the back of the head.

Round blood drops, dripping.

Lin Dong staggered his positions, and at this moment, only the two ghosts, the Madonna of Wudang and Zhu Fengkui, were still struggling.

Being bullied in life, and being tortured in death, no one can be angry.

The sledgehammer in Zhu Fengkui's hand was thrown out like a shooting star, trying to smash Lin Dong's head into pieces.

However, Lin Dong just swayed and punched.

The blood-stained hair was loose.

Volcanic rock-like muscles, raised.

Wrapped around the back of the waist, the dense blue patterns are twisted.

The white hairs like steel needles stand on end.

And a pair of murderous eyes, with nowhere to hide the madness... All this makes him look more like a real devil among the devils, radiating fierceness!

The steel fist covered with white fluff collided with the flying sledgehammer.

The octagonal purple gold hammer was hammered into pieces abruptly, flying all over the sky.

[13 Dozens of Collapsing Mountains! 】Add 【Chiyou practiced! 】

Lin Dong, who was trying to open a new affix, went through all the mysteries of boxing in his mind one by one, and finally groped for a little context of this combination.

Bengshan did not form an affix after 13 strikes, but this does not hinder, his steel fist is matched with the power of Chi You's big practice.

hold head high!
The Nine-Headed Bull Demon roared, and the second head on his shoulder was looming, but vaguely distinct.

Lin Dong's figure leaped high, shadows of fists flew across the sky, and the sound of crackling bones could be heard endlessly.

In the end, Zhu Fengkui's ghost body was beaten into a puddle of flesh.

Deng!
With a twist of his body, the one-legged bronze lance of the Holy Mother of Wudang leaned out from behind again. Lin Dong gave in lightly, turned around, and let the bronze lance with folded hands hit his shoulder.

He grinned and roared: "How many times do I have to say it, it's too light, I can't feel your strength."

Lin Dong charged forward violently, as mad as a ferocious demon, thump, thump, and the sound of his footsteps sounded like a drum beating.

boom!
With a close-to-body collision, the body of the Wudang Virgin Mary flew into the sky like a rag.

Lin Dong jumped up, half a body taller than the Wudang Virgin.

With a clasp of both hands, a big pendulum fell down with a bang!
This kind of force is more terrifying than a comet hitting the earth.

When the Holy Mother of Wudang was about to die, she tried to parry, and the one-horned bronze man in her hand broke off in an instant.

The incomparable power fell like thunder.

It was obviously the body of a ghost, but in the end it was blown up into a cloud of black gas, with no flesh and blood remaining.

Lin Dong fell from the air, stood up high spiritedly, and looked around, again, there was no ghost that could stand up.

"Hahaha, happy!"

He laughed out loud, wantonly.

It turned out that after the ghosts died this time, they did not reunite... And, at some point, the moon disappeared.

A ray of sunlight hits his face.

(End of this chapter)