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Chapter 181: Heavy Rain

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Wang Chongyang quickly avoided the action of pouring wine, and there were still a lot of wine stains on the corner of his clothes, which made him frown.

The clothes are dirty.

Cao Lin yelled with glaring eyes: "You dare to avoid it! Fight me! I'll be the one who beats me to death today!"

The soldiers behind were also covered in alcohol. When they heard such words, they laughed twice and moved their joints.

Wang Chongyang's bookish aura was obviously a weak scholar. If he was a Jinshi, they would have to consider it, but this was a Jinshi, so it didn't matter.

Moreover, if something happens, the Cao family’s son will take care of it, so naturally nothing will happen.

"You dare to offend Mr. Cao, you are afraid you are tired of living! Do you know who you are listening to in Bianjing City now?!"

"Look at what this is? Do you know the big fist of a casserole?"

"I'm tired of living, I just jumped down from the Bian River. It's annoying here! Take me a punch."

A fight broke out in the narrow second-floor corridor, which woke up the entire official residence.

Countless figures came out of the house and saw Wang Chongyang standing still on the railing on the second floor.

And the opponent is the most arrogant young man in the capital now and the eldest son of the Cao family.

"Hey, Wang Wupin is in trouble, why did he provoke Cao Lin!"

"Didn't Cao Lin participate in Zhao Kai's rebellion and died of falling off a horse? Why did he come out again?"

"You don't know this. After walking around Dali Temple, who knows if the one who was beheaded was Cao Lin."

"Young Master Zhao Kai died by riding a horse and falling off a horse. Don't talk nonsense. This is a taboo thing. But Cao Lin is too bullying."

"Wang Wupin is just a scholar. How could he beat these military men? I'm afraid he will be beaten today."

"Why did Wang Wupin say that it is also our military weapon supervisor who is going to help?"

"Scared! You are stupid! That's Cao Lin! And we have received gifts from eight sects and have had wine with the princes of each family. We are also considered members of the sect. If you help Wang Wupin, you will be in trouble if you do this!"

“Reasonable, reasonable.”

...

The discussion continued, but Wang Chongyang looked at the military soldiers with an unchanged expression, and even smiled on his face. These soldiers were slightly stronger than those of scholars who were powerless.

Bang, bang, bang.

Wang Chongyang didn't take much time to knock a few soldiers to the ground, and a few of them were thrown down from the second floor.

"Mr. Cao, it's your turn." Wang Chongyang rushed out and quickly approached Cao Lin who wanted to escape.

"Do you die!" Cao Lin suddenly turned around, holding a crossbow in his hand and roared with a grin.

He pulled the hanging knife of the crossbow in his hand, and a black light quickly approached Wang Chongyang's face and passed through Wang Chongyang's hair.

Duh! The crossbow is three points into the wood, and the wood chips are scattered.

Huh! Fortunately, Cao Lin's shot missed, Wang Chongyang speeded up and grabbed Cao Lin's shoulder with his other hand, grabbed his wrist and pulled it.

The miserable screams echoed throughout the official residence. It was Cao Lin's wailing. The feeling of removing his arm was really bad.

Wang Chongyang did not stop his movements and removed Cao Lin's limbs.

Wang Chongyang dragged Cao Lin to the railing like a dog dragging him to death, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Cao, I remember you must be dead."

"Take you down from this second floor. If you can't die, throw it away again. Mr. Cao, tell me, how many times will you fall to death."

Cao Lin was extremely frightened. He twisted his body uneasy, fear of death, pain in his body, and Wang Chongyang's laughter as if from the underworld.

"No, no, please beg for the fifth rank of Wang, no, please beg for the hero Wang, to circumvent his life! Ah! It hurts! Hero! Hero!" Cao Lin wailed and begged for mercy.

But Wang Chongyang did not react at all, and still looked downstairs with interest, as if he was looking for an angle to throw him out.

"Bah! Wang Fifth-rank Wang! Wang Zhe! You dare to kill me, so I let my father lead a large army to surround you! You are not a very powerful martial arts master, you can beat five, ten, and one hundred, ten thousand? Wang Zhe! I tell you! You are dead!" Cao Lin threatened with a fierce look on his face.

"I am the prince of Cao Lin, Cao Bin, the Cao family, after generations of merits! If you dare to touch a hair, try it! Ahhh! Let go, it hurts!"

Wang Chongyang was amused by Cao Lin's threat and scolded with laughter: "If your great-grandfather Cao Bin was alive, he might even send you to see the King of Hell."

Wang Chongyang looked up at the sky, and the lightning and thunder mixed together made the whole sky look particularly gloomy.

"The spring tide brings rain to the evening, and it's urgent! The rain comes as soon as it comes." Wang Chongyang said with emotion. The raindrops as big as beans dripped violently and hit the roof of the tiles, making countless sounds.

The rain was getting faster and it instantly poured out. There was a small runoff on the ground.

"The official family is not in the capital, and you monsters are coming out to cause trouble. When the official family cut off your head, you didn't go to reincarnation and continued cholera here. Then today, I, the world-wide Taoist, reluctantly took you, the soul of the dead, and eliminated evil for the heaven and earth."

Wang Chongyang threw Cao Lin down the second floor, followed the stairs and dragged Cao Lin out of the door, and came to the railing in front of Dailou.

At this time, Li Gang was usually waiting here for passers-by, asking them to draw drawers and verify ridiculous math problems.

Wang Chongyang was worried when he looked at Li Gang who was packing the Book of Songs and papers alone in the rain.

Li Gang held up his exaggerated sleeves to block the rain, put the Book of Songs and the Analects of Confucius into his sleeves, protected him in his arms, and carried the table from the side of the road to the wall.

Prevent the corner of the table from hurting passers-by running wildly in the rain.

"Cao Lin hit me today, and I took off his limbs. Judging from this, I'm afraid he'll be alive for a while."

Li Gang straightened his back, looked up woodenly, and said, "Have you left yet?"

Wang Chongyang wiped the rain on his forehead, and he was very sure that he was a stern heart.

He is not wiping his tears. Where can there be so many tears for a manly man?

"Didn't you leave either? I'm not afraid that something will happen to you, so I haven't left. Now the labor and relief military weapons and weapons have been almost withdrawn, and even the money and food in the treasury have been transported away. Why haven't Li Taizai left yet?" Wang Chongyang asked anxiously and uneasy.

Li Gang smiled on his face, and suddenly coughed twice, saying, "The official said, let me show him the country of Song Dynasty. You can't lose it."

"I have to wait for the military newspaper of Hedong Road. If Hedong Road wins, it's okay. If Hedong Road loses, no one can think of it."

Li Gang must have his own backup plan, and Wang Chongyang didn't want to ask too much. He was a stubborn person.

"Then what should I do with this Cao Lin?"
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