Chapter 106: Using the Clever Pot to Defeat the Enemy
Sweeping vigorously, a smug smile appeared on the thin man's face.
This little beggar who seems to have a cultivation base has empty meridians. When he probed, his shoulders didn't have the strength to respond.
So he immediately grinned: "Hahaha, it doesn't hurt anymore, my leg is healed!"
With the laughter, the thin man's body shook suddenly, and the patched clothes instantly bulged up, and the air wave knocked the three children to the ground.
"It's a cultivator, run!" Ma Peng jumped up and shouted, then turned his head and ran into the alley. Zheng Qiu and Ermao also got up quickly and ran wildly after Ma Peng.
When, the three of them hadn't taken a few steps, a yellowed long sword was nailed to the ground in front of them. The long sword swayed left and right, it was a soft sword.
The skinny man warned fiercely from behind: "No one is allowed to run, if he dares to take a step, I will make him lose a foot!"
The three had no choice but to stand where they were, watching the thin man approach step by step.
The eared cat said with a bitter face: "It's all my fault, we'll be fine if we left just now, it's all my fault."
Zheng Qiu persuaded in a low voice: "Don't panic, don't panic, this person must have something to say, otherwise our lives will be confessed just now."
What Zheng Qiu said was heard by the thin man. The corner of the thin man's mouth turned up, and he leisurely walked up to the three children: "You are very smart! Well, then I will give you a chance to hand over the water."
"we do not have!"
"No!" Ermao and Ma Peng answered the thin man in unison.
"No!" The thin man raised his arm, opened his palm and grabbed it vigorously. The soft sword nailed to the ground shook for a while, and suddenly flew off the ground and fell into his hand.
He twisted the sword body with his fingers, and glanced at the limbs of the three children: "It seems that there are really none. I am very angry. Should I take off the arms first, or the legs first... Well, first Take off your legs, so you don’t have to run away!”
Seeing that the thin man let go of the sword and was about to raise the sword to cut someone, Zheng Qiu hurriedly shouted: "Don't, there's water, there's water!"
The shout made the thin man stop, Zheng Qiu immediately put his hand into his clothes and took out a tin pot.
After the thin man saw the tin pot, he didn't put away the soft sword, but continued to raise his hand, trying to silence it.
"Wait!" Zheng Qiu jumped two steps back, grabbed the body of the pot with one hand and the lid with the other, and shouted, "Don't do anything, or I'll pour the water out!"
The thin man finally put down his sword-holding hand, his face darkened, his eyes fixed on Zheng Qiu: "Little bastard, you threaten me!"
Seeing that the thin man gave up his attack, Zheng Qiu became more courageous. This cultivator really needs water urgently. No wonder he didn't use heavy hands just now, because he was afraid that the water container might break.
"So what if I threaten you! Stop and don't move, I'll pour the water very quickly!"
The skinny cultivator's cheeks twitched, and he said fiercely: "Okay, let's try whether it's your hands that are faster or my sword."
Seeing this situation, Ermao and Ma Peng immediately stood in front of Zheng Qiu and shouted: "If you want to kill him, you have to step over us first!"
The thin man spoke harshly, but did not move his hands. Obviously, he was not sure about snatching the iron pot before Zheng Qiu poured the water.
Seeing that the thin man didn't move, Zheng Qiu was relieved. This showed that the other party's cultivation was not high, and he didn't have the ability to blink and splatter five steps.
Thinking of this, he shook the tin pot vigorously to make a slight sound inside.
while stepping back,
While shouting: "Did you hear that, there is water in it, it is full of water. If you do it, I will pour it all out, not a drop left!"
The skinny man licked his chapped lips, his desire for water was so strong, his eyes were fixed on Zheng Qiu's hand, wishing that he was a master of transformation, and could kill these little beggars in the blink of an eye.
He swallowed hard and said, "Put the pot down, and I'll let you go."
Zheng Qiu shook his head and continued to back away.
The thin man simply put away the soft sword, coiled it around his waist again: "Put down the pot, I will spare your life."
Zheng Qiu still shook his head.
The thin man untied the iron pot belt around his waist, covered the soft sword and wrapped it tightly, his words were full of impatience: "See, I can't draw the sword immediately, put the pot down! Put it down!"
"for you."
Zheng Qiu strode forward and threw the iron pot towards the distant roof. The pot drew a long arc in the air, landed on the roof, jumped and rolled into the narrow alley.
When the iron pot was thrown, the thin man's eyes were attracted by it, and he jumped up quickly, chasing after the iron pot fell.
"Run!" Zheng Qiu yelled at the same time, and ran towards the alley in the opposite direction with Ermao and Ma Peng.
Zheng Qiu's position was not far from the hiding place in the city wall. The three of them ran all the way, stumbled and rushed out of the hole in the wall.
The eared cat looked around and urged Zheng Qiu and Ma Peng to climb in quickly. After making sure that the skinny practitioner was not chasing him, he entered the hole in the wall and blocked the hole with bricks.
"Seal it, seal it! Hush!"
Marpen crawled to the mouth of the cave to help, and as the last gap was filled, the cave was dark again.
Wheezing, wheezing, no one is talking, everyone is panting violently, which is not only to restore strength, but also to calm down the tense mood.
After a while, the panting sound gradually became smaller.
In the darkness, Ma Peng asked softly: "Zheng Qiu, why do you still have an iron pot on your body? Where did it come from?"
Zheng Qiu knew that Ma Peng had misunderstood him and thought he was hiding clean water, so he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, you have seen that tin pot before, and it was emptied in the dung drying room."
Ma Peng was puzzled: "Since it's an empty pot, what do you keep it for? We threw away the empty pot before."
"I don't know why, but today I just felt very uncomfortable, as if I was being watched by someone. So I picked up the pot, which can be used to save my life."
These words made the ear cat feel puzzled: "This pot made a sound just now, it is not empty! Zheng Qiu, how did you do it?"
"I put dried shit in there."
"Dry dung? It's actually dry dung! Hahahaha!"
Ermao and Ma Peng burst into laughter when they heard Zheng Qiu's answer. The two of them covered their stomachs and leaned against the inner wall of the hole, twitching non-stop.
"Hahaha, that person won't drink it!"
"Hahaha, my stomach hurts from laughing."
Zheng Qiu hurriedly covered their mouths: "Hold it, don't laugh, if you laugh again, people will find out."
On the other side, the skinny cultivator chased after the tin pot.
The tin pot jumped a few times on the roof, fell into the alley next to it, then jumped twice on the ground of the alley, and got stuck in the corner.
The thin man picked up the tin pot and shook it in the palm of his hand. It was a bit heavy, but it was indeed full.
He immediately looked around, carefully stuffed the iron pot into his clothes, then tidied up his messed up clothes, and left the alley happily.
Not long after he walked out, he bumped into another commander. The commander looked at it for a while and asked slowly, "Did you get the water?"
The skinny cultivator was so shocked that he asked this question. The person in charge was the one who instructed him just now.
God, this commander must have taken a fancy to me. What do I have, is it my cultivation potential? Or extraordinary wisdom?
No matter what, in short, I have to develop.
The skinny man couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and he stammered and replied: "My, my lord... Water got it, got it!"
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