Walking on the streets of the provincial capital, two farmers, one fat and one thin.

These two farmers, the fat man named Chen Sanxing, and the thin man named Liang Siniu. Both are from Sichuan. They have lived in Woniu Mountain for generations and have learned the ancestral martial arts. They practice iron plate hard bridges, raising pigs for their business, farming for a living, stepping on loess and facing the sky, sweat dripping on the soil and fertile fields. The life of a small village and a few people has passed for decades. They are healthy, have a boundless life, and have no shortage of salt for food... Cough cough... In short, they are two very happy old people.

The reason why I left my wife and herding cattle and came to this prosperous provincial capital is because a few days ago, these two masters who were hiding in the countryside received a thousand-mile order.

The token is made of wood and is tattooed with a quiet and quiet realm on it.

Chen Sanxing and Liang Siniu understood that their peaceful life was over. The last time they came out was more than 20 years ago. That time they also came to this provincial capital, which has a Wenshu Temple.

The two of them had no choice but to urinate, and learned Taoism from an old man in the village. Seventy years ago, their master was not an old man, but a master in Yixing in Sichuan. He fought with a master from the Kunlun Sect for three days and three nights. He lost with one move and then hid in Funiu Mountain. The Kunlun disciple cherished his talent and invited him out of the mountain. He refused to respond, but he just promised that if there was something wrong in the future, he could pass the orders on wooden signs, and no matter whether he or his disciples were.

The Kunlun disciple was the first sect leader of the three days.

After the first sect leader of the wooden sign was dismissed in the last three days, it was under the control of Elder Qingjingtian.

Naturally, these two simple-looking farmers are masters sent by Qingjingtian.

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Chen Sanxing has good teeth. He is in his fifties and likes to chew pig elbows. At this time, he led his junior brother on the famous delicious street in the provincial capital. Looking at the food drunk by the vendors next to him, he couldn't help but swallow.

"Junior brother, I haven't been here for more than 20 years, and the taste of things in the provincial capital is still so fragrant."

Liang Siniu responded in a muffled voice, and the two of them walked up to the stall with woven bags.

"What are you going to eat?" The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. He looked at the two poor farmers in front of him and spoke a little sarcastically.

Chen Sanxing thought about it with some difficulty, put his hand into his yellow and green top, pinched the thickness of the handkerchief pinned with a paper clip inside, and opened his lips slightly and said, "Give us two bowls of noodles."

After a while, two "bang bang" sounded, and two bowls of red oil noodles were thrown on the table by the middle-aged woman.

The noodles showed a white waist from the red oil, as if mocking the poor people's shabbyness. The scallions on it were quite attractive. Liang Siniu smelled the fragrance of the noodle bowl and smiled honestly. He picked up the chopsticks and began to swell the wind. It was just four chopsticks, and a bowl of numb and spicy noodles was swallowed by this guy.

Chen Sanxing's way of eating is different from his. He carefully picked up the noodles with the tip of a black wooden chopstick, rolled it into small balls of dough circles, and then slurped in the noodle soup with some red chopped oil, then sent it beautifully between his lips and teeth, chewed it carefully, and after a while, he spitted out a breath of heat. The noodles tasted for a long time, and enjoyed it like eating abalone and lobster.

He was very fed, but his speed was not slow. After a while, the noodle bowl was found. He picked up the bowl and raised his neck to drink the leftover noodle soup in the bowl without missing a drop.

After Liang Siniu finished eating this side for a few bites, he looked at his senior brother slowly enjoying it. Chen Sanxing put down the bowl and smiled gently, "Fat Niuer, do you want another bowl?"

"Senior brother, don't want it anymore. Let's go find a place to live first."

Chen Sanxing took out the handkerchief from his underwear, slowly opened it, took out three yuan from it and handed it to the middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman looked at the black mud in his fingernails, and shook her nerves as if she saw a cockroach, and the three coins floated to the ground.

If Yi Tianxing was watching from the side, he would definitely ask her, your family would dance with Xiaoqiang at the stall every day, how pure is he pretending to be here?

The middle-aged woman was holding a bowl left by the guest in her hand, but the problem broke out when the shaking was caused. All the leftover oil soup in the bowl was poured on the guests at the table next to her.

It was a coincidence that the person sitting on the table next to him happened to be the kind of person who dyed red hair and wore a single jacket and wore sunglasses in a gentle spring - commonly known as a gangster.

The middle-aged woman had excellent acting skills, and immediately changed from being disdainful and avoiding her from fear to being shocked and screaming: "It's not my business, it's these two people."

The little hooligan who was covered in cold oil soup didn't care about this matter, and slapped him with his hand. The middle-aged woman was slapped in the face and squatted on the ground and started crying.

The honest Liang Siniu opened his eyes wide and wanted to step forward, but his senior brother pulled him down. Chen Sanxing said softly: "Be patient."

The gangster refused to give up and asked the middle-aged woman to compensate for the losses. Chen Sanxing finally squeezed over and said with a shy face: "This little brother, we have something wrong with this matter, otherwise we will give the money for washing clothes."

The gangster looked at the thin old man and smiled contemptuously: "You old man in the countryside, do you want to pay for it? My clothes are famous brands, two thousand yuan per piece, you can bring the money."

The wrinkles on Chen Sanxing's face became a question mark: "It's so expensive."

"There are faults and the debts are the masters. My brother is a discerning person. This matter has nothing to do with you. Get out of here." The gangster pushed Chen Sanxing far away. Even though he knew that these old farmers could not squeeze out any oil and water, he naturally would not be willing to waste time.

Liang Siniu quickly stepped forward and helped him and asked honestly.

"Can't you bear it? Senior brother."

Looking at the middle-aged woman who was pushed and crying helplessly in the crowd, Chen Sanxing coughed twice and said a little dimly: "Be forbidden."

Two old farmers who had not entered the city for more than 20 years left here together and walked slowly along the beautiful road in the provincial capital, with a hunched back on their backs.

After leaving for more than 20 years, I realized that the original People's Hotel had long disappeared. I realized that the standard rooms in the hotels are popular nowadays. I realized that the money I had on my body was no longer enough to find a place to live.

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Spring has arrived, and it suddenly started to rain in the provincial capital. A shower and a cold, and the air on the street suddenly seemed to be cold. Chen Sanxing and Liang Siniu had been staying in a small hotel modified by the civil defense project for two days. During these two days, they ate two steamed buns when they were hungry and drank some tap water when they were thirsty. Life was quite hard, but they never thought about going back.

Because they were invited by Qingjingtian to eliminate demons and defend the way, and the many unfair things they saw in the provincial capital these days have increasingly convinced these two old men that the world is indeed not peaceful now. If they cannot get rid of the two murderous demons in the provincial capital, I wonder how much suffering the people in this world will suffer.

So they endured it.

At noon that day, in order to save money, two people took the initiative to leave the underground passage, carrying two woven bags, squatting under the newsstand beside the street, gnawing steamed buns. Looking at the rain falling from the sky, Chen Sanxing coughed twice again and said slowly: "It should be these two days, right?"

"Yes." Liang Siniu stuffed half a steamed bun in one bite and responded vaguely, his hair was covered with dust.

Chen Sanxing tightened his single clothes again, and the blue and yellow color on the clothes had been washed into a ball: "People have been staring at us in the past few days."

Liang Siniu looked up at a young man sitting in the cafe across the street and nodded: "Senior brother, there are too many bad people now, how long should we endure it?"

"If you can, you will endure." Chen Sanxing zied his hair, which was splashed by Mercury, backwards: "Don't forget the rules set by the master and the master of the Kunlun Sect. We practitioners cannot attack mortals randomly. We are much stronger than them. If you move casually, you may take their lives. This is not good, and this is not good. Besides, we all farm. We know that life is not easy for everyone, and it is not easy to bully the weak. God has the virtue of living a life, so you and I must learn to be patient."

He stumbled and said, "It was an old man who was talking about the ancients at the entrance of the village."

"Hey, who is going to get up quickly and don't squat here." The urban management officer wearing a raincoat shouted at the two old farmers from a distance.

Liang Siniu asked in confusion: "You have to care wherever you squat?"

"There are more rules in the city." Chen Sanxing stood up with his sleeves and walked into the rain. The rain gradually became heavier, and the cold rain mixed with the breath of the provincial capital wet their whole bodies.

The two walked into the alley and a plane passed by the sky above their heads.

The two of them felt something, looked up at each other at the same time, and smiled very honestly.

The evil spirits they were waiting for, the evil spirits who were solemnly informed by the elders of Qingjingtian, had already taken a plane to the provincial capital. They could immediately start to eliminate demons and guard the road, and then go home to farm and raise pigs, farther away from this strange provincial capital in ancient China.

Thinking of this, the two of them were very happy.

When a person is happy, God becomes unhappy. Two farmers are smiling at each other at the entrance of the alley, and a few hooligans run out of them.

"Get away!"

Even farmers are also farmers who have practiced. Even though the rain is so dazzling, Liang Siniu still penetrates the layers of rain curtains at one glance and sees a bicycle shed in the alley, with some calling and some beating.

"Senior brother, someone is fighting."

"Oh, let's go."

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"Senior brother, there is a boy who has been robbed."

"Oh? Then let's persuade you."

"These little brothers, do good deeds and accumulate virtue..."

With a "bang", a brick broke on Mr. Chen Sanxing's head.

The blood slowly flowed down, dyeing his gray and messy hair red.

"Your baby was beaten!" Liang Siniu jumped like thunder, and with his big eyes opened his cowbells, he rushed to the hooligan who was holding half a broken brick in his hand.

Chen Sanxing held the wall with one hand and covered his forehead with the other, and called softly: "Fat Niu, bear it, bear it..."

"Senior brother, I can't help it."

"Honest!" Chen Sanxing bit his teeth, which were yellowed by dry smoke.

A woman's scream came from the alley: "Help..."

The two old farmers looked at each other and saw the anger in each other's eyes.

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"Can't you bear it?" Liang Si's big fist creaked and stared at his senior brother nervously.

"Bullying women and children is beyond your control!"

Chen Sanxing felt angry when he thought of the unfair things he had seen these days and finally refused to bear them. He stepped on the wall of the alley, but the next moment, he had arrived in the alley for some reason, holding a young man being beaten in one hand and a woman in disheveled clothes in the other. There was a faint yellow light on both hands, and the yellow light flowed from top to bottom, protecting the two victims firmly.

The little gangsters were stunned. Some of them fell bricks on their hands, and some were dazed with their hands that were about to untie their pants.

This was their last chance to show a look of shock.

Because Liang Siniu stomped his feet.

Liang Siniu shouted in silence and stamped his feet!

These big feet that had been traveling thousands of miles in the fields stomped on the ground in the alley!

As soon as the foot board touched the ground, time seemed to stop in an instant. The Liberation Shoe on the right foot cracked inch by inch, revealing the foot board covered with calluses inside. The cement floor under the shoe seemed to have become soft, twisted and creaked, deforming, shaking and shaking, shaking the water on the concrete floor.

At this time, the sound rang.

A loud "blast" sounded in the alley.

The rainwater accumulated on the ground was shaken up by this kick, turning into countless round water droplets, and ran around the alley with the whistling sound of breaking the wind. Where the wind was rising, the raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be intimidated by this kick and were hit randomly in the alley.

There were dense crackling sounds in the alley, like machine guns.

When the sound stopped, the walls on both sides of the alley were filled with small holes with bumpy holes, and fresh bricks could be seen in the holes!

The shaking rain can make the brick walls look like a pockmarked face. What a terrible power!

All the hooligans in the alley had time to groan a few times, and blood splattered everywhere on their bodies, and they died with countless thin blood holes!

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A man and a woman who had fainted were placed in a shelter outside the alley, and two old farmers in tattered clothes left in front of the rain with woven bags on their backs. At this time, the rain gradually became heavier, and the tall buildings in the provincial capital in the mist looked like strange monsters, as if they wanted to devour everyone living here.

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"Senior brother, I'm going to buy shoes again."

There were more than a dozen dead people lying in the alley, covered in blood.
Chapter completed!