Chapter 172 Failure

After hearing this, Wei Zhifeng was furious and shouted, "You're looking for death!"

He was the first to rush up, his muscles all over his body agitated violently, and he burst out with all his strength without reservation.

Whoosh!

The nine-section whip swung in a circle and suddenly shot straight out, with the tip of the spear pointing at the throat of the bald monk with great speed.

The bald monk held the wine gourd in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, saying leisurely, "Nine-section whip, this weapon is flashy and too fancy."

The next moment, he raised his hand and stretched out two fingers to pinch it.

Swish!

Wei Zhifeng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his scalp was numb instantly.

The tip of his nine-section whip, which was wrapped in a force of 60,000 to 70,000 kilograms, was actually firmly clamped by the bald monk with only two fingers!

Wei Zhifeng pulled frantically, but he couldn't shake the other party's two fingers at all.

"Silver light flashes, not surprising, iron-jointed crescent moon appears."

The bald monk whistled and suddenly pulled back, a terrifying force burst out.

Wei Zhifeng felt a pain in his hand, and the nine-section whip flew out of his hand.

Looking again, the nine-section whip that belonged to him was already in the hands of the bald monk.

Shua shua~

The bald monk danced the nine-section whip casually, without any rules, like a child playing.

Then, he suddenly swung forward, and the nine-section whip smashed down.

Wei Zhifeng froze, staggered back two steps, and looked down.

The shirt was completely torn apart.

A bloody wound spread from the chest to below the belly button.

The wound gradually expanded, and the intestines and other internal organs flowed out and fell to the ground.

"You, didn't you say you don't kill?"

Wei Zhifeng knelt on the ground, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He never thought that he would be killed so casually.

"Oh Pu~"

The bald monk laughed mischievously, covering his mouth like a girl who made a mistake, and said with a smile: "No one is perfect, and the old monk also makes mistakes sometimes."

He threw away the nine-section whip, put his hands together, and chanted with a pious face: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

"Brother!"

"You bastard, dare to kill my brother!"

The three brothers Wei Zhihuo were stunned at first, and were shocked to the extreme.

But the next moment, they were furious, with anger in their eyes, and at the same time they waved the nine-section whip and attacked the bald monk.

"Ah, three against one, how can you bully an old monk like this, do you still have martial ethics?"

The bald monk raised his hand with a panic expression, flicked his fingers, flicked left and right.

Bang bang!

The two nine-section whips that attacked suddenly rolled back.

Poof!

The fourth brother was shocked, lowered his head, and saw that his stomach was pierced by the nine-section whip. He knelt on the ground in pain.

"Wow!"

The fourth brother heard the sound of vomiting blood, turned his head and looked, and his face suddenly became more desperate.

The second brother was pierced through the chest by the nine-section whip from the heart, spitting blood and fell down, and died on the spot.

"Second brother, fourth brother!"

The third brother was terrified and shuddered at this scene.

"Oh Pu~"

The bald monk smiled mischievously again, and explained seriously: "I didn't kill them. They swung the nine-section whip at me. After I fought back, the two nine-section whips hit each other and killed each other."

He shouted excitedly: "You can't blame the old monk, they started it first!"

The third brother Wei Zhishan was sweating coldly, looking at the old monk as if he was looking at a monster.

Then he turned and ran, and his figure flashed and rushed into a dark alley.

Wei Zhishan was running madly at an unprecedented speed, and suddenly he bumped into something.

This collision was wrapped with the greatest force and caught him off guard, so the result was naturally very tragic. His head was bleeding and cracked in an instant.

The scene was like an egg hitting a stone.

Wei Zhishan fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes wide open.

"Oh, why did you run so fast? Now you've hit yourself to death."

The bald monk stood in front of him, patted his chest, and sighed: "The chest of a Buddhist is so broad, but you just bumped into it and died. It seems that you have no fate with me, Buddha!"

At the same moment!

Fang Zhixing crossed the high wall, carried the sleeping woman, and quickly left Yan's Winery.

He rushed to where the horse was.

The next second!

Fang Zhixing stopped with an emergency brake, and a great solemnity appeared on his face.

There was a man standing in front of the road, and it was the bald monk.

Fang Zhixing's pupils shrank, and he decisively let go of the woman, stepped back three steps, and bowed his head and said, "Please spare my life, senior."

The bald monk was surprised and raised his eyebrows and said, "Good boy, you are the fastest person to give up among the people I have seen."

Fang Zhixing's face was tight and he didn't say anything.

The bald monk smacked his lips and said, "Little kid, why don't you ask me how your four companions are doing?"

Fang Zhixing hurriedly asked, "May I ask, senior, how are they?"

The bald monk laughed and said, "They are all dead, but I swear to the Buddha that they did not die in my hands. Guess what happened? If you guess right, I will let you go, how about it?"

Fang Zhixing's emotions were turbulent, and he simulated more than a dozen possible scenarios in which the four Wei brothers might be killed in his mind.

He answered cautiously, "They are dead, but they were not killed. There is only one possibility, they died in an accident."

The bald monk's expression suddenly became extremely wonderful. He clapped his hands twice and praised: "Congratulations, you guessed it right!"

Fang Zhixing became more nervous.

The bald monk nodded, squatted down, and gently touched the woman on the bed sheet on the ground, as if checking her body.

After a while, he put his hands together and smiled: "Now you put her back in the room, and then take away the body of your companion. After that, you and I will pretend that nothing happened. How about it?"

Fang Zhixing said seriously: "Everything is up to the senior."

He walked forward and picked up the woman on the bed sheet with both hands. The moment he touched the bed sheet, he felt the bed sheet loosen a little, and a faint force rushed through his arms and hit his limbs.

Fang Zhixing only felt a pain in his heart, only for a moment, and soon the pain disappeared, everything seemed like an illusion.

He frowned, picked up the woman on the bed sheet without a sound, and turned back.

Soon, he came to the bottom of the attic.

The ground was covered in blood, with three bodies, one lying, one kneeling, and one disemboweled.

Fang Zhixing did not see Wei Zhishan's body, nor did he look for it carefully. He went straight back to the second floor and put the woman back on the bed.

Then he went downstairs and cleaned up the three bodies.

Soon, he found the fourth body in the deep alley not far away.

Fang Zhixing picked up the four bodies, looked around, and did not find the bald monk.

He walked out of the winery and climbed over the wall.

Soon, he walked back to the horses.

The dog ran out, and when he saw the bodies of the four Wei brothers, he suffocated and said in astonishment: "What happened?"

Fang Zhixing sighed expressionlessly: "If you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet. This year is not a good year!"

He put the bodies on four horses, tied them with ropes, and then tied the four horses together and tied them to his own horse.

Fang Zhixing jumped on the horse, shouted "Go", sat on the horse and galloped away.

Running and running...

Fang Zhixing, riding on a horse, was bumpy all the way, and felt his chest getting more and more stuffy and painful.

Suddenly, Xigou smelled something, turned his head and looked at Fang Zhixing, and shouted: "You are bleeding!"

Fang Zhixing touched his nose, and both nostrils were bleeding.

His eyes began to have problems, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding.

"Wow~"

Fang Zhixing suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, covering his heart with a painful expression.

His heart was in great pain!

It was a heart-piercing pain, a heart-biting pain!

It seemed that at this moment, his heart was being torn into hundreds of pieces.

"That weird monk really didn't let me go..."

Fang Zhixing gritted his teeth and held back, constantly urging the horse to gallop forward.

Seeing this, Xigou hurriedly said: "What are you doing, treat it quickly!"

Fang Zhixing was indifferent and just drove the horse to gallop.

After a while!

Fang Zhixing finally couldn't hold on any longer. His consciousness was a little fuzzy. His whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Suddenly, he fell headfirst and fell heavily to the ground.

His right foot was tripped by the saddle.

The horse was still running wildly, dragging Fang Zhixing forward.

"Oh!!" Xigou was anxious and followed Fang Zhixing, shouting.

Suddenly, they ran past a person.

Xigou was startled and looked back. He found that the person seemed to be a big bald head, standing like a ghost in the cold moonlight.

But the next moment, the figure gradually faded and then disappeared completely.

"Amitabha, good and good~"

A happy voice was heard, echoing in the woods, and it stopped completely after a long time.

"What the hell?"

Xigou was confused and couldn't help but panic.

Just like that, another while passed!

Fang Zhixing was on his deathbed, with only one breath left.

Suddenly!

He opened his eyes, raised his hand and patted the ground, his body bounced up, and then turned over to the horse.

"The crisis is over..."

Fang Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief, looked back, and his face was full of lingering fear.

Damn, I almost died!

Seeing this, Xigou was surprised and said: "Because of that big bald head!"

Fang Zhixing replied: "There is a peerless master hidden in Yan's winery. I just touched a trap he set, and my heart was shattered."

Xigou was horrified and said in shock: "Is it so outrageous? Could the other party be a strong man in the Nine Ox Realm?"

Fang Zhixing walked away with a gloomy face.

About an hour later, he turned into a forest, chose a place, and punched it.

Bang!

A big pit appeared on the ground.

Fang Zhixing put the bodies of the four Wei brothers into the pit and buried them.

Then, he used a second-level knife to carve a piece of wood, carved a line of words on it, and stuck it on the grave.

"Alas, rest in peace."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

To be honest, he was quite satisfied with the professionalism of the four Wei brothers.

They were very professional!

It was a pity that Fang Zhixing and their luck was too bad this time!

"Shooting geese all day, the geese pecked my eyes."

Fang Zhixing curled his lips, looked up at the starry sky, and felt exhausted physically and mentally.

Seeing this, Xigou asked: "Are you going back or running away?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head and said: "The time is not right yet, why run away now?"

Xigou continued: "Four of your men died, and the mission failed, but you were unscathed. How are you going to explain it after you go back?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "This is just a small problem. Luo Keji's focus must be on the bald monk, not on how I failed."

After thinking about it for a while, Xigou felt that it made sense.

Fang Zhixing's perspective on the problem was different.

One man and one dog rode back to the county town.

Soon, Fang Zhixing braved the night and returned to Yixiangzhai and walked quickly into the study.

At this moment, Hongye fell asleep sitting on the chair. She had been waiting for Fang Zhixing to come back.

"Zhai Master!"

Hong Ye rubbed her eyes and stood up to greet him. When she saw Fang Zhixing's whole body was dirty and extremely embarrassed, she lost all sleep in an instant.

She asked in shock: "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhixing sighed and said in a deep voice: "Something happened and the mission failed."

He immediately sat down at the desk and picked up a brush.

Hong Ye helps him sharpen his ink.

"There is a bald monk guarding the Yan's winery. His strength is at least the Nine Bulls level. All four Wei brothers were killed. The humble minister escaped death by chance, but the mission failed."

Thumping~

The homing pigeon flew out of the window, fled into the vast night, and soon turned into a black dot.

…

…

Navy camp, late at night!

It was late at night, and a homing pigeon fell from the sky and landed on Aunt Leng's arm.

Aunt Leng took off the roll paper, glanced at it casually, and suddenly her eyes narrowed.

She looked at the contents on the scroll carefully, and her breathing stopped involuntarily.

After a while...

Aunt Leng stood in front of a big bed.

Luo Keji and Dong Minzhu sat on the bed, looking at the contents on the scroll with different expressions on their faces.

Aunt Leng said slowly: "We understand that Tian Taixing likes Yan Hongtao very much and intends to marry her. However, there is a gap in their identities. Tian Taixing can only marry Yan Hongtao as his concubine, but Yan Hongtao is not willing to wrong herself.

Therefore, we plan to kidnap Yan Hongtao, disrupt Tian Taixing, and make him look embarrassed at the Qinghe Martial Arts Tournament.

I just didn’t expect…”

Dong Minzhu lifted up her long hair and responded: "This is a good idea, but how can there be a bald monk of the Jiu Niu realm in a small Yan's winery?"

Luo Keji smiled and said thoughtfully: "This monk should like to drink, and he is not afraid of killing people. If I guess correctly, this person is most likely the 'evil monk who breaks the precepts'."

"It's him?!"

Dong Minzhu couldn't help being shocked, looked sideways at him, and smacked his tongue: "Why did that evil monk appear in our Qinghe County?"

Luo Keji stood up, dressed and said: "There is only one explanation for the appearance of the evil monk who broke the precepts in Qinghe County. He was invited by the Inspector Tian Heyi. This matter is serious, and I have to go and see the county governor immediately."

…

…

The next morning, there was a strong wind and it started to rain.

Fang Zhixing was awakened by the sound of rain, turned over, and fell asleep again.

I don't know how much time passed before he woke up again and then got dressed and got up.

Come down from the second floor and enter the study.

"Master, you're awake!" Hongye laughed softly.

Fang Zhixing asked: "Is there a reply over there?"

Hongye shook his head, seeming to understand Fang Zhixing's thoughts, and continued: "If the eldest son and the eldest lady want to punish you because of the failure of this mission, you should have received the punishment results by now. The lack of results only means that they I don’t think it’s your responsibility.”

Fang Zhixing's lips curled up slightly, and he laughed dumbly.

Actually, that's not what he asked.

Even if Luo Keji was dissatisfied with him, he would not punish him now. After all, it was the time to employ people.

If you want to punish, you have to wait until the Qinghe Martial Arts Conference is held!

Fang Zhixing was just curious about who the bald monk was.

With the information channels Luo Keji has, I am afraid that the investigation will be out by now.