Wang Pu in the late Ming Dynasty

Second Senior Brother used the corpse as a shield and retreated to the side of the Saint, shouting loudly: "Don't hesitate, come together, kill Grandpa, and everyone can survive."

But Grandpa has been powerful for a long time, and no one dares to be the first to step forward. Everyone knows that whether they can survive or not, whoever steps forward first will die.

Grandpa saw that the Saint's men and the Second Senior Brother's men were gathering together on the opposite side, and secretly thought that it was not good, so he decided to strike first. As long as he killed the Second Senior Brother, the leader, the rest of the rabble would surely retreat. He snorted coldly, dragging his large black shadow body like a monument slowly approaching the Second Senior Brother. The Second Senior Brother was full of fear and retreated to the corner of the wall. He accidentally stepped on a soft thing. At this time, he didn't have time to think about it. He just had a thought that this soft thing could still move slightly, so it shouldn't be a mouse. He cursed inwardly that he dared to be distracted at this time, and his life and death were still at stake. He quickly suppressed his mind and stared at the robe of the old man. As long as the robe moved, it must be the vicious one who was determined to take his life.

This kick happened to step on the Danzhong point of the saint Zhang Xiuying. In pain, her body actually moved slightly. At this time, she didn't have time to think about why she could still move after being poisoned by the old man. She could only use all her strength to pull the fire gun out of her sleeve and pass it to the feet of the second senior brother. This fire gun came from the batch of firearms made by Bai Xiaoru in Xianghe that year.

But the second senior brother didn't dare to be distracted at this time. Even if there was an object moving at his feet, he didn't dare to look down. He thought it was a mouse, so he raised his heel and rubbed it away. Fortunately, he was fully focused on the old man opposite, and didn't dare to move his feet. He just rubbed Zhang Xiuying's hand slightly aside.

Po Ye's soul-eating needle can make people weak and unconscious, as if one of the three souls is missing, and only six of the seven spirits are left. It is really powerful, but Zhang Xiuying's eyes can still move. She saw Po Ye approaching slowly, and the muzzle of the musket in his hand was not far away from him, so she moved the muzzle little by little. Po Ye was very proud, and in the dark, he did not notice that Zhang Xiuying on the ground was preparing to fire.

Zhang Xiuying found that her fingers could not lift the muzzle of the gun while leaving enough strength to pull the trigger. Her fingers seemed to be in a fog. She had to push the mud on the ground little by little. When the gun handle sank into the mud little by little, Po Ye had already arrived in front of her. Zhang Xiuying was breathing heavily. Whether this musket could hit her would be the difference between life and death.

When Po Ye heard the breathing sound, he was stunned. He couldn't help but look down. In the distance, the second brother, who had retreated to the corner and could not retreat, suddenly raised his hand, and a waist knife flew out of his hand and flew towards Po Ye. This was the second brother's last attack. He threw all the waist knives. If he missed and didn't hit Po Ye, he would be at the mercy of others without the waist knife.

When Po Ye lowered his head, he heard the movement of the second brother in front of him, and he let out a sharp "hey" and ducked down to avoid the waist knife. The waist knife continued to move and pierced one of Po Ye's men, deep into his stomach. He screamed and was already dead.

But Po Ye's body suddenly stagnated at this time, because heAs he crouched, he saw the arm of the saint on the ground. The muzzle of a musket was aimed at his chest, but it was too late. The musket spit out flames.

This musket almost reached him and hit him in the abdomen. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been thrown backwards and died on the spot with blood flowing from all seven orifices. But the old man roared like a monster, shaking the sand in the cave to shatter and fall. The second brother had heard that the old man practiced the top-secret internal skills of the White Lotus Sect for hundreds of years, the White Lotus Reincarnation Sutra. It is said that after practicing this skill, one can generate strange power, be immune to all poisons, and be unable to be extinguished by water or fire. This skill has always been practiced only by the saint and the old man. The other disciples of the sect should dig out their eyes if they see it, and their ears should be cut off if they hear a formula.

I saw the old man raising his hand and slowly moving down. He wanted to kill the saint, but hesitated for a moment. The head on the left turned to the head on the right. The head on the right was looking down in fear and crying at the big hole in his chest. The head on the left frowned, and in the shadow, it became more and more conspicuous. This scene was too weird and even terrifying. One of the old man's heads seemed to have a grudge against the other head, and even wanted to kill him. Everyone present was stunned and did not dare to step forward to fight him.

Later, as if he had let go of something, the brows of the head on the left of the old man relaxed, and the "chuan" disappeared instantly. It was just that the old man took action. He raised his palm and did not hit the saint, but himself, but it did not seem like suicide, but the right neck.

This blow seemed to hit the vital point. The right neck was instantly separated from the body, flew a few steps away, hit the wall heavily, and rolled to the feet of several believers. They jumped and retreated with strange cries. The head on the right flew away, and blood spurted out of the neck. The head on the left of the old man grinned happily and said, "Even if I die, I can't go to the underworld with you. I want to be a human in my next life, not a monster. I want to be reincarnated as a person with only one head, hehehehe." The old man seemed satisfied and inexplicably desolate. In the stunned eyes of the crowd, he slowly moved to the wall, squatted against the wall, sat cross-legged, and muttered, "I'm not a monster. In the next life, mother will love me." After a while, he finally tilted his head and died.

The second brother looked at the saint and said, "Let's escape first. This musket will definitely attract other brothers. If we don't leave now, we can't leave. There are too many people and we can't get away."

The guardians of the saint hurriedly helped the saint to the side and were very wary of the second brother. The second brother didn't want to cause any trouble at this time, so he said to the subordinates of the master, "You guys come with me."

The subordinates of the master looked at each other, no one objected, it can be seen that in terms of the art of controlling people, the saint is far better than the master.

In the depths of Luliang Mountain, Wang Pu saw from a distance that the soldiers of the righteous army stuffed piles of firewood into the stone cave. This took two days and two nights. The stone cave just completed this morning was only two feet deep and four feet high from the ground. Wang Pu was very satisfied. He found that the righteous army was not good at fighting, always timid and afraid to move forward, but they were good at hard work and were really enthusiastic about doing various projects. In two days and two nights, they used simple tools to build this redThe cave was dug out from the soft stone of yellow color, and they could spontaneously issue orders and cooperate with each other. Wang Pu was also surprised that these rebels were not stupid. As long as they were well trained and fought a few more battles, they would have the potential to grow into elite soldiers.

Finally, the highlight came. Several fat pigs selected by Wang Pu were tied up with ropes one by one and then hung in the cave. He couldn't help but take a step forward, thinking that the next step was to seal the entrance of the cave and then ignite the firewood inside. Success or failure depended on this gamble.

At this time, Li Zicheng approached, bowed and smiled: "If this plan can be successful, we are willing to serve you as our military advisor. In the future, you can become the prime minister."

Wang Pu forced a smile. This Li Zicheng turned out to be a kind old man. He spoke softly to the people around him. He was not like a hero who was happy to repay his enemies. He was very different from the Li Zicheng in his mind. He was a greasy middle-aged man who had experienced many things in the world. He turned to Li Zicheng and said: "Okay. Whether it succeeds or not, please say a few good words for me in front of King Chuang." Wang Pu was not sure whether his pig-breaking method would work. Now he was in a dilemma and could only say as many good words as possible to leave a way out.

The enemy troops on the fortress were also confused these two days. The rebels did not attack the city, but dug some caves below. However, their long spears could not reach this place, so they could only throw stones to interfere. After all, the number of stones was limited. At this moment, they were just watching. When they saw the rebels below stuffing a few fat pigs into the stone cave, the enemy troops on the city wall laughed, thinking that the rebels were making trouble.

But the owner of the fortress, Master Fu, heard that there was a new movement here, and hurried over to take a look. He took a puff of cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and said loudly: "Humph, the thieves are ignorant and want to use magic. My Fu family has been passed down the saints' teachings for nine generations. There is a great righteousness in front of the door. How dare the evil cults of the side sects compete with my teachings? Ridiculous, ridiculous."

"Ah, magic?" Master Fu, who was following closely, was stunned when he heard the words. He was curious and wanted to take a look. But Master Fu hit him on the head with his pipe and shouted, "Hurry up and get the ancestral tablets and put them here to suppress the evil spirits."

Before the cave was sealed, torches were thrown in, and nothing unusual happened after waiting for a long time. Wang Pu was very puzzled. Didn't the fire burn, or was this method useless? Thinking of this, his mentality collapsed and his face was full of frustration.

After such a toss, the surrounding rebel leaders looked at Wang Pu with a strange look in their eyes. Li Guo said bluntly, "Is it all in vain? We have been out of food for several days, and many brothers and sisters have died. Do you know the seriousness of the matter?" This rebuke was very severe, and he was deliberately hoping that Wang Pu would die to apologize.

Xing Hongniang was not happy and said angrily: "What good would it be for us to capture the city? Now that we can't capture it, they blame us. Is this the way the King of Rebellion treats guests?" She was a woman and didn't speak shamelessly, so the men around her couldn't refute her, but their faces were all very ugly.

The King of Rebellion Gao Yingxiang snorted angrily and said: "Forget it, I just accept the loss. I didn't expect you to do that anyway.These people, how can you be so clever in attacking the city? You are just blinded by your own greed, fooling around with a dandy boy. "The latter part of the sentence was even more criticized by Li Zicheng and other subordinates.

Li Zicheng was a little bored. He had just tried to please Li Yan, but it turned out that the man was just a silver-plated spear head, which made him embarrassed this time. He immediately ordered everyone to withdraw, and today's siege preparations were also a failure. The rebel army was all depressed.

Hearing that the King of Rebellion actually scolded her husband as a dandy boy in person, Xing Hongniang's face suddenly became long, and she also snorted heavily, saying: "Humph, husband, they are blind, why bother with them, we will go back to where we came from. ”

Wang Pu was stunned when he heard this. If this happened, wouldn’t it mean that they would end up in a bad mood? How could this happen? The rebels were in such a situation now. He and Hongniang came to help with gifts. The rebels should give them a good face anyway. Wang Pu understood a little. These rebels were short-sighted. No wonder they were defeated in history.

After thinking this through, Wang Pu felt relieved. He bowed to the rebel leaders and turned around with Xing Hongniang to leave silently. He reflected in his heart. Originally, this plan seemed particularly whimsical. What about helping the rebels to destroy the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible and protect the vitality of the Han people? This seems not feasible.

“It’s a pity for those pigs. Can we dig them out of the hole so that we can eat pork tonight? "Gao Yingxiang's sister, Gao Guiying, said in a barely audible voice. She was always polite and didn't often talk too much in such occasions, but the fat and fragrant pigs really made her feel anxious.

Li Zicheng just remembered and said hurriedly: "Oh, thanks to my sister for reminding me."

Li Guo had been looking at Xing Hongniang's back reluctantly, and he turned around and said: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I think it's just ripe and can be eaten now, I will take people to dig it immediately. ”

So the arrangement was made, and another group of people were separated from the march, returning to the cave and climbing up the ladder.

Mr. Fu on the tower was thanking his ancestors for appearing and suppressing the evil witchcraft of the thieves. But he saw the thieves coming back. He pondered for a while and suddenly realized: "If what I guessed is correct, they must be here to ask for the sacrificial animals. Well, the thieves are short of food and don't care about angering the evil spirits."

"Ah, it's no wonder that their evil magic failed. Oh, we never ask for the sacrifices we offer to our ancestors to eat, so we can see the difference. "Master Fu said in astonishment.

The rest of the crowd nodded in agreement, mocking the thieves for being shameless and stupid. When the magic failed, they took away the sacrifice. These thieves were really too smart and refused to suffer any loss. Unfortunately, they offended the gods in the end, which was not worth the loss.

Master Fu's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "The thieves are defeated right now. The thieves have offended the evil spirits. We should take the opportunity to win them over and use them for our own benefit." So he quickly gave orders to move the sacrificial table, put various sacrifices on it, and burn incense to pray for blessings.

Master Fu said dissatisfiedly: "But this is not appropriate. We are disciples of saints. How can we please the evil spirits? Confucius said, a gentleman should do what he should do and not do what he should not do. "

Master Fu shouted angrily: "Hey, shut up, you rebellious son." He slapped Master Fu to the ground.

At this moment, a crack appeared on the ground where Master Fu fell, and an emergency call came from the top of the city, "Master, there is something strange, that fire, that cave entrance is so weird."

"Ah. "Master Fu's face changed drastically. He stretched out his dry black fingers and pointed at his son, full of anger for not fighting, but he said nothing. When he reached the top of the city wall, he looked down and saw that the bandits had dug a small hole, and black fire was coming out. Gradually, the fire became more and more strange, like the Three Flavors True Fire, burning the soil and rocks around the hole, and the hole suddenly became several times larger. The flames turned into various colors, red, yellow, blue and black.

This scared everyone in the village on the top of the city wall. They abandoned their weapons and knelt down to beg for forgiveness from the gods. Master Fu Then he remembered the ancestral tablet. He hugged the tablet and begged bitterly. Unfortunately, this time, the ancestor seemed to hate him for currying favor with the evil spirits. He gave the sacrifice to outsiders and watched the fort fall. The cracks on the ground stretched a little bit. When the house fell into rubble, everyone sank and there was a quicksand under their feet. Finally, there was a loud bang, and a corner of Fujiabao collapsed.

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