Republic of China

Chapter 281 The Art of Death

The fire continued to burn, turning half the sky red.

Acre after acre of fields were burned to ashes, and it looked as if Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace had fallen.

But don’t get too excited. In the 1920s, fires were commonplace, and firefighting was completely unsystematic. When a fire broke out at night, the first person to discover a fire could only knock a gong to call for help, and then people nearby used the most primitive tools to pour water to put out the fire. , one can imagine how inefficient it is, not to mention the inaccessible countryside.

Yes, it’s off the beaten path.

Kong Xia, the leader of Shimen Altar, is an iron rooster and is definitely good at making money. It would be extremely difficult to get money from her.

After she acquired all the fertile farmland near the manor through plunder, she left no tenants except for the core disciples in the building complex, and all the simple houses in the fields were demolished.

When the farming season was busy, she would eat steamed buns with human blood and try her best to convict innocent people with the local officials. The charges were not serious. If she wanted to avoid going to jail, she would work for free to collect food. Afterwards, Kong Xia would give the official a share of the money. That’s it.

What a win-win collaboration.

Only the poor are oppressed and exploited.

Little did they know that the scene at the center of the fire was a hundred times more beautiful.

Jiang Shihu nodded proudly, "It's Sanyuan's stuff, but for some reasons I couldn't implement it according to his plan, so I took a step back and made some arrangements. There were a lot of Yiguandao magic weapon materials in that warehouse. Originally, I I just wanted to blow it up, but I didn’t expect that Sanyuan and his back-up would actually set it on fire and surround it. In this case, I used my wits and lured the pursuers over and then blew it up.”

After running another hundred and eighty meters, when the pursuers reached the vicinity of the warehouse, Jiang Shihu simply turned around and threw two iron lumps towards the warehouse.

A chasing battle has been going on for a long time. Jiang Shihu and old Liu Xiucai ran away screaming, while behind them, a disciple master led three altar masters and a group of disciples and chased them screaming.

Those who were still alive were all elites, headed by the bald Master Dian and the three altar masters, while almost all the other disciples were wiped out.

It’s not like he came here to steal the watermelon, why did he run away?

Although the job I told you was to set fires and not to fight head-on, when will it end if you keep running like this?

"Xiucai!"

At this moment, Lao Liu and Xiucai saw clearly what was thrown.

"Believe me, Brother Liu, just keep it to yourself and Brother Lu."

As the ultimate sixth child, even 'escape' is for the sake of a more gorgeous turn.

"What's wrong, Brother Liu?"

"I think I smell popcorn in your pocket."

Jiang Shihu saw these two hard guys before he could answer. He felt like crying without tears. He thought to himself that you brothers really have big treasures. They used to be explosive grenades, but now they have cannons in their hands. Those with thin arms and thin legs can withstand it. Recoil?

Confused, Jiang Shihu still grabbed the two brothers and continued running forward.

But the way of heaven is so easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven.

Especially in the areas controlled by Beiyang, the control of firearms is stricter. The horse bandits who robbed houses are not included. Even if the powerful in some places have their own gunners, most of the firearms are old long guns or even special shotguns. Can there be a standard? The weapon must be related to a high-ranking official, otherwise with the current coverage of weapons in the military, any rich man who actually has standard weapons would have been confiscated, and the superiors would just turn a blind eye.

Jiang Shihu was wiping his hair while talking, his stomach growling.

"Didn't Brother Jiang take us away?"

"Shall we run away?"

And because Kong Xia has always been more rigorous in doing things, the vast majority of the people have no idea who the owner of the manor is. Even if the poor people on the periphery of the manor discover the truth after a long time, it will be useless. After all, the Shimen Branch of the Guandao Road has a "popular reputation" in the local area. It's really good and doesn't cause any splash.

"No, no, no! Brother Liu, please wait a moment. Have you seen the warehouse in front? Let's run over as fast as we can."

Lu Xiucai swallowed his saliva, "So you lured them here on purpose? It seems that the power is more than just two grenades. The military explosives with the three-yuan belt are also in the warehouse, right?"

"What's going on?"

Moral support from many, scant support.

It's a good thing now, I want to burn it all, but it's a pity for the food.

At this moment, the two brothers felt the familiar feeling of Lao Liu. Obviously, this guy's behavior style has great similarities with Brother Sanyuan.

But the short gun is different. This thing is portable and easy to hide. It can be said to be the first choice for assassination when traveling at home. As long as the people in power do not have their minds squeezed by the door, there will definitely be strict control over short guns. After all, long guns are easy to be taken out. I found that short guns are hard to guard against. You think he is grabbing your crotch, but in fact the iron bird he pulls out scares you to death.

Damn it! Isn't that the handle of Brother Sanyuan?

With two crisp sounds of 'ding', the grenade crossed a graceful arc and hit the wooden window.

After running for a long time, Lao Liu seemed to suddenly come back to his senses.

Lao Liu couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his thinking for a while, thinking that this occasion should be tense and exciting, and he shouldn't feel hungry. Besides, is he a dog-nosed person? Can any popcorn you grab when you leave be smelled?

At the same time, several people slowly stood out from the rubble of the explosion. They were deafened and their brains were dizzy. They were really shocked.

its not right!

Aren’t we here to engage in a cult?

When Lao Liu saw that there were still people alive, he followed the scholar and killed them with a big revolver.

"One more thing."

Lao Liu braked his hand and gave the scholar one of the two revolvers in his pocket, and both brothers prepared to retaliate.

Lao Liu asked in a bad tone: "And then run away?"

Just listen to a loud bang!

Flames and air waves burst out from the doors and windows of the warehouse, and the wall was blown into countless pieces. All nearby Yiguandao demons were blown away. Those who were lucky enough not to be killed on the spot were also shocked.

Many people may have some misunderstandings about the 1920s. It was indeed a time of war and chaos and the people were in dire straits, but firearms were really not as bad as they imagined.

Being able to hold a short spear is a dual symbol of strength and financial resources, and is extremely intimidating.

"Hey! Jiang! Where are you going? Your legs are so slim. Ignore the scholar and go back to fight with those bastards!"

If Kong Xia's plundering was not so ugly, she wouldn't have no neighbors to help her.

For the sake of Da Chongjiu, Lao Liu and Xiucai chose to trust Jiang Shihu again. After all, he was on the same level as Gao Shou and had a romantic relationship.

Then Jiang Shihu squatted down, holding his head and covering his ears.

The people in the nearby countryside had already noticed the fire from the moment it started. However, no one seemed to have the intention to help. Almost all of them called their wives and children to come out to watch the fun, sitting on their ponies and eating melon seeds.

The leader, the bald master, didn't know how to shrink the ground or anything like that, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't be willing to try it himself.

Didn't you hear that Da Chongjiu doesn't practice martial ethics?

Everyone is in the circle, and it’s too much to use explosives and short guns, right?

In fact, Lao Liu and Xiucai are really not people with heavy nines. Even if they are, Lao Liu's urine will not make him suffer.

bang bang bang-

Large caliber bullets seem to be free.

However, the shooting technique with the sunset red stroke was too high on the hip. There were so many people dozens of meters away, but he didn't hit any of them.

However, this duel has been reversed several times. You and I are chasing each other like a joke. They can be called the comedians of all members.

"Hey? Why did you, surnamed Jiang, run away again?" Lu Xiucai was very confused when he discovered that Jiang Shihu did not follow him to fight back.

"I'm going to see Brother Sanyuan. If I don't return his favor, I'll probably be chopped alive by him afterwards!"

Jiang Shihu waved his hand and ran in the opposite direction without looking back. Although he had not been with Zhao Sanyuan for a long time, he had a deep understanding of this boy's temperament.

Hold a grudge!

How can you not hold back your anger after being sold a hand?

So we have to quickly find Zhao Sanyuan to make up for it, and the biggest target tonight is not here. With a point master and three altar masters, I believe Liu Ge and Xiucai can handle it well.

So can the comedy pair Lao Liu and Xiucai really win?

Maybe if you have enough bullet barrels.

But the two people's sunset red marksmanship not only strokes the outline, but also wastes time quickly.

When Bald Chuanshi and others fled into a small foreign-style building, Lao Liu was cautious and did not pursue them any further.

"The enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear. We don't know the layout inside at the moment. If you go in hastily, you will easily suffer a loss." Lu Xiucai rolled his eyes.

Ah, yes, yes.

You didn’t say anything about running out of bullets, right?

It's understandable that my marksmanship, as a disciple of the Buddhist family, is outrageous. Brother Liu, you have been practicing for several months, why are you still stretching your hips like this?

If I had known better, I would have asked Brother Sanyuan to get two machine guns before entering the customs.

"It was fun to chase you just now, wasn't it? Chase! I let you chase! If you have the guts, we have a head-to-head fight!" On the roof of the second floor, the bald-headed master glared at him. He was bombed and beaten again. It was hard not to be angry, because There's no way he can use his skills at all.

In fact, people with deviant dharma, whether they are righteous or heretical, have their own pride and persistence. At least in this era, there are really few people like Zhao Sanyuan who do not follow martial ethics and can set up cannons without using a gun. .

The reasons are complex, including deep-rooted traditional concepts and reluctance to accept the changes brought about by technology, because once they accept the reality of guns and cannons flying bricks, doesn't it seem like their decades of hard work have been in vain?

Of course, the bald-headed master knew firsthand how good the shooting skills of the two brothers below were, so he wasn't too afraid of standing on the roof of the second floor.

Lu Xiucai pulled Lao Liu's sleeve, "Brother, can you come up?"

Lao Liu put away the revolver and started to move his fingers. He answered without any hesitation, "It must be done to relieve some pressure on senior and Sanyuan Lao Kang."

If there is no direct confrontation, Lao Liu can naturally set fire to fish happily, but the atmosphere has reached this point and he can't let go, can he? That would be very sorry for the three masters and disciples of Mo Wenshan.

When the two were communicating, there was no idle time on the roof. The bald Master Diandian ordered his men to decorate the altar. Because everything was ready-made, the arrangement was very fast, and the required materials were all available. The bald Master Diandian put on a black Taoist robe. Wearing a hexagonal dharma hat, the other three altar leaders serve as protectors.

A lot of paper money was scattered all over the sky.

The bald master nodded and shook his head while clasping his hands, stamping his left foot on the ground continuously, and humming without knowing what he was saying.

The others were equally abnormal. One held a mourning banner and patted the bald dot master around, another kowtowed frequently to the paper-pricked man who had not yet dotted his eyes. Finally, the altar leader was even more outrageous. He actually raised a banner on the roof of the building Erhu.

Everyone who saw this scene was confused.

"Oh my God~ah~"

A sudden cry startled the two brothers, and the bald master nodded and cried louder and louder. He burned paper money into the brazier while crying.

"A cry~"

"Two howls~"

"Three horns~"

"Four cries~"

"Five oohs~"

"Six sighs~"

"Seven sighs are heard~"

The bald Master Dian's peach wood sword was inserted into the brazier and picked up again. There was a red-hot Five Emperors' Coin on the tip of the sword.

He walked around the altar with strange steps, and the peach wood sword flew up and down as he danced, but the Five Emperors Coin did not fall to the ground.

"Burn the paper and cut it diagonally~"

"Old King of Hell has brought a letter~"

"It's a crime of underworld and punishment~"

"It's better to go to the rooftop in Guiyang~"

Walking around to one of the paper-threaded people, the fiery red Five Emperors Money on the peach wood sword clicked on its two white pupils, and then penetrated its body from bottom to top.

When the bald Master took out the peach wood sword, the Five Emperors' Money had been left in Zhizharen's body, and it immediately started to burn with a dazzling light.

The soul-destroying flag waving behind him also burned and turned into ashes in mid-air.

Lu Xiucai, who was downstairs, frowned and asked, "Brother, what are you playing with? I don't understand."

Lao Liu did not answer, but his face was very solemn.

He has seen some master-level strength, and the experience of fighting Dou Hai with brother Sanyuan is vivid in his mind. Although his strength has grown a lot in the past few years, the opponent still cannot be underestimated.

"Let's see first and then talk." Lao Liu was more cautious, keeping the same in response to any changes, waiting for the opponent to make a move first and then making another move.

However, this time he did not choose to invite the big fox to come over in advance, because today is different from the past. He is surrounded by scholars instead of Sanyuan and Laokang. As the eldest brother, he must take on the eldest brother's responsibility. What if he cannot take care of the scholar after the whole body is tied up? If an accident occurs, you will regret it for life.

"If you can't pull it back, you can't turn it around~"

"Spit out magical powers and cover them with earth~"

The bald Master's cries became more and more pitiful. With tears streaming down his face, he picked up the brazier on the ground and threw it down, just like a filial son and grandson throwing a brazier before a funeral.

The brazier shattered and ashes flew into the air.

When countless ashes fell, Old Liu and Xiucai were shocked. They vaguely saw a vague black shadow behind the bald Master. Although they couldn't see what it was, the aura it radiated sent chills to the bones.

"Why don't you kneel down~"

He was said to be a deviant, but he looked more like a professional mourner, and his voice sounded tragic.

As soon as they finished crying, the two brothers suddenly felt that their legs were weak, and they actually knelt down facing the rooftop uncontrollably.

"You are an unworthy descendant, you should be punished by yourself~"

Another cry.

Old Liu immediately kicked Lu Xiucai, and the latter gave the former a big blow.

It's simply another form of following the rules. If the bald head nods and the master cries, the two brothers have to do it.

"My grandma! It's the art of mourning!"

When Lao Liu realized the seriousness, his hair stood up in shock.

"Isn't that right, Brother Liu? How many years has this job disappeared?" Lu Xiucai burst into tears, never expecting to encounter such a ruthless job in the legend.

Where did Yiguandao collect these strange people?

Are all the tutors so outrageous?

"No! It's not a real death-killing technique. We still have a chance! Xiucai, what you prepared for a rainy day is really going to come in handy. Push it over quickly. Without its help, we both have no chance of winning! "

"Okay! Brother Liu, please hold on for a while, and be careful and wait for me to come back!"

Lu Xiucai ran north without much pretense.

Lao Liu, who was left behind, didn't dare to delay. He took out the four-sided canopy ruler and struggled to get up.

"I'll pay you my respects again~" the bald-headed master cried again.

Lao Liu bit his middle finger, and the blood covered the two canopy rulers. He then knocked hard on the two canopy rulers, causing sparks to fly.

Although his body was swaying, he would not kneel down again.

No matter how hard it is to deal with, you must hold on until the scholar comes back.

(End of this chapter)