From the World of Uncle Nine, The Heavens Summon Gods to Refining Generals

Chapter 115

Wencai didn't blame Shen Lipu, he was just a little surprised and lacked the ability to express himself.

"Ugh!"

Regarding this matter, Uncle Jiu didn't know what to say. He said that Shen Lipu was wrong. It seemed that they were helping him vent his anger.

Is Shen Lipu right?That's even more unspeakable. He didn't want to beat Wang Lao Lao like this.

But one thing is that Uncle Jiu has taken this as his own business from beginning to end, and has no intention of shirking responsibility.

He sighed just thinking about what to do next!
"bass!"

Hearing the sound, Uncle Jiu immediately raised his eyes and saw that Shen Lipu had pulled out his sword. What did he want to do?
"Xiao Shen, Xiao Shen, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!!"

Uncle Jiu thought Shen Lipu wanted to kill Wang Laohu directly, so he was shocked and shouted at Shen Lipu several times to tell him not to mess around.

"This this this..."

Qiu Shengwencai and the two were a little unable to react. This is not the case. Although Wang Laohu wanted to beat them today, he would not kill him because of this.

"You're like a dog, do you still dare to be tough with me?"

Shen Lipu turned a deaf ear to Uncle Jiu's shouts, and walked up to Wang Lao Lao with the sword in hand. With a slight force in his hand, the sword tip touched Wang Lao Lao's neck.

Looking at Shen Lipu's eyes, Wang Laohu knew that if he dared to continue to be tough, he might have a few more holes in his body today.

Only then did he fully understand what kind of ruthless person he had offended today.

It was only at this time, after receiving the threat to his life, that Wang Laohu understood something.

The reason why he dared to be so arrogant just now was only a small part of his own temper. Fundamentally, it was because of his social status.

From the current point of view, the identity of Shen Lipu's ninth uncle and his identity as Wang Laohu are not only different in Yunni, but at least they are different in social class.

No matter how ugly and ugly his Wang Laohu's ancestors were, and no matter how many times his character was, none of these things can change the fact that he, Wang Laohu, is now a landlord and squire, the ruling class in the current rural society. .

Looking at Shen Lipu and Uncle Jiu, what are their identities?
Taoist priest!

According to folklore, although these people, such as monks, aunts and wives, have a certain right to speak, they are far from enough to be compared to gentry-level figures like Wang Laohu.

This is a social operating mechanism that has been formed over time, and it cannot be changed simply by whoever has a big fist.

To put it bluntly, even if Uncle Jiu had magic, he couldn't just attack these people directly, right? !
But Wang Laohu suddenly understood. When the sword was pressed against his throat, he understood it completely.

Putting others aside, at least the Shen Lipu in front of him didn't care about these things at all.

No matter what social status, what fame and fortune, what kind of mansions, beautiful concubines, fertile land and mansions, they are of no use when facing a direct threat to life.

No matter how big a person you are, you only have one life. If someone puts a sword to your throat now, you won't dare to continue to be violent.

At this time, you are just a pig and a dog waiting to be slaughtered. Money and power are of no use to you. As long as someone exerts a little force with their hands, your life will be gone.

"Guru~"

Wang Laohu swallowed hard. Although his forehead was sweating, he didn't even dare to breathe out at this moment.

"Shen... Taoist Master Shen!"

Wang Laohu looked at Shen Lipu nervously and stammered: "I...I, Old Wang, have surrendered...please, Master Shen, please spare me!"

"Oh!"

Hearing what he said, Shen Lipu withdrew his sword, but still made no other move. He just looked at him with the sword.

At this time, Wang Laohu seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. He was as flattering as he was before. He was kneeling on the ground with a flattering smile on his face, kowtowing to Shen Lipu.

Sweat, blood, and mud mixed with the soil dyed his forehead black, but Wang Laohu didn't care, and just kept kowtowing to Shen Lipu on the spot.

"It's almost done!" Uncle Jiu came forward and whispered in Shen Lipu's ear.

"Okay! I'll spare your life today, if..."

Wang Laohu was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. Before Shen Lipu could finish speaking, he quickly lay down on the ground and banged a few times.

"Thank you, Master Shen, thank you, Master Shen!"

After saying that, he turned to Uncle Jiu and cupped his fists to thank him: "Thank you, Uncle Jiu, thank you, Uncle Jiu!"

At this time, the old boy completely gave in and did not dare to call Lin Jiu. He called Uncle Jiu as if he had met his biological father.

"Wang Laohu, if you have the courage, you can find someone or something else to take revenge on me. I will take it."

Shen Lipu looked at Wang Laohu, left the last words, turned around and left.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

Wang Laohu still bowed respectfully to Shen Lipu's back, with a very flattering smile on his face.

"Okay, let's go!"

When Uncle Jiu saw that the matter was settled, he called Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai on the side, and also called the two porters on the side. Everyone turned on another road and walked towards Renjia Town.

As for those green-skinned ones, they ran away as soon as they were beaten. Some of them were so beaten that they couldn't recover and ran away after staying in place for a long time.

Even those who remained did not dare to wait where they were. Instead, they ran to a distant stone or tree, covering themselves while watching Shen Lipu teach Wang Laohu a lesson.

Until the figures of several people disappeared completely, the younger brothers who were hiding around them also gathered around.

"Big brother!"

"Brother Wang!"

"Uncle Wang!"

The sounds came and went, and there were all kinds of screams, but the ones that screamed were all tiger tigers.

"he~tui."

Seeing the younger brothers gathered around him, Wang Laohu subconsciously trembled again, vomited bloody phlegm, and looked fiercely at the direction Shen Lipu and the others were leaving.

"Master, let's go back!"

The housekeeper glanced at Wang Laohu cautiously, fearing that he would take it out on him.

But whatever he is afraid of, come what may. In Wang Laohu's eyes, the butler who was beaten just now was standing aside and watching the show.

He didn't see that it was Uncle Jiu who the housekeeper went to beg for just now.

Of course, even if he didn't beg Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu wouldn't be able to watch Shen Lipu beating Wang Laohu violently and remain indifferent.

However, Wang Laohu didn't see it, so it was inevitable that the housekeeper would receive this beating.

"Your grandma's!"

Wang Laohu slapped the butler on the face. The thin butler was frightened and was beaten around three times.

"Go! Each of you, go up and give him a kick!"

Looking at the younger brothers around him, Wang Laohu felt more and more uncomfortable. Of course he knew that he was in a sorry state at this moment, and he also knew that he had lost his former majesty.

But the more this happens, the more he wants to instruct these younger brothers to do things, as if this can cover up the fact that he just got beaten up and kowtowed to others.

(End of this chapter)