Hejiazhuang, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
On the night of autumn killing, the cold wind hits.
In an inner hall next to the granary in Hejiazhuang, He Gui and the five stewards under him are holding a celebration banquet, and in the outer hall, their cronies are also drinking to celebrate their achievements.
The steward of the racecourse, who was already flushed from drinking, raised his glass and said, "If it hadn't been for the master manager's strategizing, this batch of yellow bud rice grains that has been privately withheld would never be in our hands, so I have to toast again. "
The steward of the vegetable field showed his yellow teeth and smiled: "Yellow bud rice wine is paired with spiritual vegetables, and the servants of the master's family can't enjoy such a blessing."
He Gui's face was slightly red, the yellow bud rice wine brewed five years ago in this jar was very strong, and he was a little bit overwhelmed by the aura, and said imposingly: "When did I, He Gui, treat my own people badly, drinking!"
The manager of the paddy field patted his round belly, and sneered, "Although He Feibao is a foundation-building cultivator, how can he play with us local snakes? He deserves to be played around by Mr. He! Foundation-building cultivators are nothing more than that!"
He Gui waved his hand and said with a smile: "That's over, after all, the Foundation Establishment cultivators are seniors and are not good at general affairs. It is understandable for us to work harder and reach out to get an extra share. It is as it should be, as it should be! "
The steward of the outer court had a flattering expression on his face, and said flatteringly: "Director He has improved his cultivation by leaps and bounds in the past few years. Call me a senior."
The steward of the outer courtyard, he said, he knelt in front of him to salute, and called out respectfully: "Senior He!"
He Gui laughed, very useful, and half-modestly said: "The foundation building pass is too difficult, there is no chance to escape from death, I got the foundation building pill, and I have to wait for the first chance, I dare not try it lightly, I am not far from the position of the senior A lot."
The steward of the outer courtyard is obviously well-informed, and he continued to flatter: "I heard that the chief steward's daughter, He Zhuyu, was favored by Mr. He Feilong at the master's house and took him as a concubine. The steward is now the father-in-law of the He family's Longzi, and Longzi pulled out a leg. His hair is thicker than ours, and with his help in building the foundation, at least half of it has been stabilized!"
The steward of the racecourse is small in stature, and his cultivation base and knowledge are the lowest in the arena. He exclaimed: "He Feilong, is that the head of the He family's four heroes? He Feilong, the son of the He family who has completed his foundation at the age of 28? The daughter of the chief steward... unexpectedly... ..."
"All right!"
He Gui obviously didn't want to talk about this matter, so he changed the subject and said:
"We can't allow any news about our private tax withholding. Have you taken care of everything?"
The warehouse manager, who had not spoken all the time, said with a stern smile:
"I presided over this matter. Our five major stewards took action together. 92 mortals have already chopped it up and used it to fertilize the fields. In case they slipped their mouths, even their family, even the newborn baby, came together Gathered in the field, nothing will go wrong!"
The six people looked at each other and smiled, and continued to drink. No one thought it was a big deal to kill a few mortals. The life of a mortal in Hejiazhuang was not as good as that of a fine horse, just like ants.
The warehouse steward has the highest cultivation level and has reached the ninth level of Qi training for many years. Like a hunched old bear, he said in a low voice:
"I heard that the chief executive obtained a rare secret method from the master's family, which can not only increase the speed of cultivation, but also increase the success rate of promotion and foundation establishment...
My old bear has been stuck on the ninth floor of Qi training for many years and can't make any progress. If Manager He is willing to support him, my old bear's life will be sold to Manager He in the future. I would like to swear my hard work. "
Dao Heart and Blood Oath is the heaviest oath for a practitioner. If you violate it, your Dao heart will collapse and you will be killed on the spot.
Guanshi Xiong is willing to make an oath to He Gui, which shows that he has a strong heart to seek the Tao.
He Gui secretly sighed that among the five stewards under his command, only Guanshi Xiong has the most heart of seeking Tao, the highest cultivation level, and the possibility of further progress, and the rest are crooked melons.
The three stewards of the rice field, vegetable field, and outer court all only have the eighth level of qi training, and the steward of the racecourse is the worst, only reaching the seventh level of qi training.
He Gui couldn't help lamenting that the monks in Hejiazhuang were all domesticated monks in the greenhouse, far away from the blood and fire of the world of cultivating immortals in Nanyi, it was too difficult to go further.
There are only two people in Hejiazhuang who have the possibility of establishing the foundation. One is Zhao Li who went to Nanyi City to report on his work, and the other is He Gui himself.
He Gui still admires Guanshi Xiong a little bit. Although the secret method is precious, it is not a waste as long as it can recruit talents.
Just about to agree to Guanshi Xiong who looked expectant.
Goo!Something in He Gui's stomach suddenly stirred.
He Gui's complexion changed, and he said softly, "Do you feel something is wrong?"
Guanshi Xiong asked suspiciously, "It's been so long, how come no one from outside has come in here?"
The small steward of the racecourse was so drunk that he fainted, he said in a low voice: "The few of us are talking behind closed doors, which servant dares to come in at will, isn't he afraid of being whipped?"
Guanshi Xiong retorted: "It's impossible not to even knock on the door for refills..."
"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"
There were three weird knocks on the door, but no one spoke outside the door. How could it be such a coincidence?The six people in the inner hall were quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressed.
The most timid racecourse manager laughed dryly: "Maybe it just so happens that the wine delivery man has arrived!"
Manager He was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Perhaps the wine delivery man and everyone else are dead."
The other five people shook their heads, their spines shivered from being frightened by He Gui's words, and most of them woke up from the wine.
If no cronies have come in to greet them for so long, is there a possibility that they have all turned into dead people?
Who was it that knocked on the door just now?Is it a human or a ghost?
"boom!"
The door of the inner hall was pushed open.
Cao, who was dressed in a black robe, took a wrong step into the inner hall.
For the first time in 30 years, he stood in the same position as the people inside.
Cao Cuo had a faint smile on his handsome face, and his tone seemed to be greeting an acquaintance: "Mr. He, five stewards, can I ask for a drink?"
In the outer hall, 96 corpses were scattered on the ground.
There has just been a massacre here. Cao mistakenly killed 96 people, all of whom were cronies of He Gui and the five stewards, the backbone of the village, and each of them had no less than three lives in their hands.
The green locust guards the field to stop all those who escape, and Cao Cuo personally uses the Dzogchen Hundred Blades Fist after 20 years of intensive training, as well as the original and unique one-style magic sword based on the transformation of the Hundred Blades Technique.
The 96 people are all below the sixth level of Qi training, and less than half of them have actually developed mana. Cao Cuo, who is at the peak of Qi training at the ninth level, has no one opponent.
Cao Cuo is like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, showing the art of killing exquisitely and gracefully, waving his hands into a hundred blades, and the knife is like a shower, washing away the evil in the world and all the filth.
Mr. Cao had been eavesdropping outside the door for a while, but unfortunately the sound insulation in the inner hall was so good that he didn't hear anything.
In the outer hall, under the banquet are 96 corpses with knives in their throats.
In the inner hall, beside the banquet, Cao Cuo looked at the six temporary living people with a smile.
Tonight, except for Cao Cuo himself, there is no one to live here.
Tonight, the wind and cold are piercing and fierce!