The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 147 The Meat Grinder of the Future (1)

It was noon, and Song Lanyi was sweating profusely in the martial arts arena.

Standing next to her was Niu Dali.

But he didn't come out to train.

Even the series of people behind Niu Dali did not come to train.

It's here...to practice against Song Lanyi.

Pu Song happily sat on the bluestone slab, eating a watermelon he found somewhere, and said to Steward Wang beside him, "Song Lanyi is very capable. He just came to the feudal prince's mansion for a while, and now he treats others well." Everything was brought over."

Steward Wang cut a piece of watermelon and was ready to send it to Song Lanyi at any time.

He muttered, "What "Strong Bull Demon Fist" doesn't sound very powerful."

"Bah." Pu Song stared, "You old man is just being cheap and acting like a good boy. Isn't "Strong Bull Demon Fist" good? It involves the mystery of the amplitude of power, and it exists like a holy book in the hearts of martial arts scholars."

When Steward Wang heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, "This, such a holy book, was given to Yiyi so easily? What do they think?"

"What do you think?" Pu Song smiled inexplicably, "I heard a piece of news last night. Last night, the Yin Division of this place was breached by two mysterious people. I know this news. You say, Niuba and the others will Don't know?"

Steward Wang is not stupid either. After Pu Song mentioned this point, he had many conjectures in his mind, "You mean Yiyi? They... intend to befriend Yiyi?"

"Wrong!" Pu Song said categorically, "It's not about befriending Song Lanyi, but through Song Lanyi, befriending the strong man behind her. For a real strong man, before he became a strong man that day, he was just Just a genius."

The two were talking, when they heard a bang, Niu Dali and Song Lanyi fisted, the footsteps of the two seemed to be motionless, but the bluestone under Song Lanyi's feet was intact, but under Niu Dali's feet, the bluestone had turned into powder , leaving only a piece of compacted soil.

"This is impossible!" Seeing this scene, Niu Dali almost jumped up in shock.

He frowned, looked left and right around Song Lanyi, "The strength of the fist is restrained, the strength of the collapse is not released, the meaning of the fist is harmonious and restrained... I have been learning boxing since I was three years old, and I haven't mastered it until now... …how did you do it?"

Song Lanyi looked at Niu Dali with a smile, "Want to know?"

"Ok!"

"Then play with me outside for a while."

Niu Dali was a little moved, but also hesitant. He put his chubby hands on his chest and circled around, quite entangled, "Is it okay?"

"Go if you want." At this moment, Mrs. Wen appeared in front of the people and said with a smile, "Just one thing, go out and play, don't act recklessly, and listen to others more in everything. They are older than you, and they are more calm in doing things..."

When it came to the word calm, Niu Dali took another look at Song Lanyi.

For some reason, he had no reason to think of Song Lanyi beating up the painter at the temple fair.

This...is it really calm?

This question only flashed in Niu Dali's mind, and then was soon dismissed by the joy of being allowed to leave the house.

He is going out to play!

temple fair!trick!Alpine!field!
He's coming la la la la la!
At the gate of the feudal palace, Mrs. Wen watched Niu Dali leave with a smile on her face.

She saw the boy walking such a long distance, jumping up and down, but she didn't expect to look back, so she couldn't help laughing and cursing, "Little bastard, once you go out to play, your heart will go wild."

Pu Song stood beside Mrs. Wen at some point, and said with a smile, "Children are innocent by nature. Madam don't need to be too harsh."

Mrs. Wen is fearless, but when facing Pu Song, she bowed her head in convincing, "This trip to the southern border, I met the teacher by accident, but the teacher... I have a word from my disciples, and now the southern border has become a whole world." The muddy water may even become a meat grinder in the future, you..."

In the end, she hesitated to speak.

Pu Song laughed lightly, "You think there is a problem with my path, and it's hard to protect myself at this time, so why do you want to get involved in all these things?"

Mrs. Wen hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Pu Song raised his head and laughed loudly, "A sage has the ability to predict good and bad fortune. I have a hunch that this time, I will find the answer to the path."

Having said this, his expression suddenly became firm, and his eyebrows were lowered to suppress the sharpness of his eyes, "Because, this world belongs to the people of the world."

Yangchun Baixue, high-ranking and widowed, that is the thing of the gentry, the aristocratic family, and the scholars.

But his approach to fiction is different.

This is something that "lower Riba people" can also feel, the power of words.

And this world is not supported by nobles, but by ordinary people one after another, constructing this world.

Outside the feudal palace.

Niu Dali put on his normal clothes and walked down the street, holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand. Looking around, he asked, "Where are we going? A temple fair?"

Song Lanyi denied it, "There's no rush, let's go and see someone first."

"Who?"

"The painter from yesterday."

Niu Dali was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, you don't remember his name at all."

Song Lanyi's expression froze, then his chin slightly raised, his face arrogant, "Why do you need to know his name when he is about to die?"

"……whispering sound."

Obviously can't remember the name at all.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Let's go to the jailer."

The Town Prison Division is the cage where Jin Yiwei detains prisoners.

Even if he is in the territory of the feudal clan, Jin Yiwei is naturally everywhere as the minions of the current Holy Majesty.

Jin Yiwei.

town jailer

When Song Lanyi first entered, he saw jailers passing by in a hurry, carrying a stretcher in their hands, with a light white cloth covering it.

When he walked quickly and the wind blowing a corner of the white cloth, Song Lanyi couldn't help but stop.

Just because the corpse under the white cloth is none other than the painter from yesterday.

The corpse's face was terrified and hideous, its mouth was wide open, and the tongue was protruding out for a long time, but most of it was cut off.

The wound looked as if it was cut off by a black and white impermanence hook.

Niu Dali also saw the dead man's face, he was not timid, but frowned, "Dead?"

Zhu Xulin had already skillfully led a jailer, stuffed a few pieces of silver, and walked to a corner.

The jailer shook the weight of the broken silver in his hand, his complexion changed into a smiling face.

Since Shuobei traveled all the way to the south, Zhu Xulin's experience in such things has become more and more abundant.

Sure enough, not long after, he came over, "He died suddenly last night. According to the judgment of the psychic officer, he died under the hands of Black and White Wuchang."

"Psychic?"

Song Lanyi keenly captured this special term.

When Niu Dali heard this word, he jumped up, "I know, I know! Ask me, ask me!"

　Today's first update~
　　
　
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