450: C450 New Plan

C450 New Plan

Looking at the porridge in his hand, Yan Feng suddenly had an idea, "I got it!" I can definitely use this method. The only ones stopping me from leaving are those 18 bronze men. As long as I can kill them all in one go! "Hehehehe …"

Yan Feng revealed the sinister smile of a villain.

There were laxatives in the kitchen, but Yan Feng wasn't sure why there was one in Shaolin Temple. Maybe the old man was constipated, but that wasn't the main point, the main point was that there were laxatives.

The last time Yan Feng came to the kitchen to eat it, he found a wooden bucket containing laxatives. It was the secret weapon Yan Feng used to take down all eighteen bronze men in one go.

On the morning of the second day, there was still dew dripping from the leaves. The distant morning light peeked out slightly, and before the fog in the forest had dispersed, Yan Feng nimbly dodged the monk's gaze and went to the back of the kitchen.

Yan Feng sneaked into the kitchen through a window that was open for ventilation. When he was cooking porridge, Yan Feng would leave the kitchen for a while to ring the bell, which rang nine times before returning.

In order to formulate a perfect escape plan, Yan Feng had thoroughly grasped the living habits of everyone in the Shaolin Temple. Of course, other than the elusive eighteen bronze men.

Miraculously, everyone here was living the same life every day, like two monks sweeping the ground, one from the front yard, one from the back yard, and even the place where they started was fixed every single day, becoming only the bamboo leaves and leaves that would fly down every day.

The people in the Shaolin Temple were like the NPCs in the game, performing the same tasks every day.

Yan Feng didn't immediately start moving, but carefully stuck it behind the door. After making sure that the first ring of the bell sounded, he jumped to the place where the wooden barrels were stacked. It was very easy to find a wooden bucket with a seal that had the word "laxative" written on it.

During the process, he remembered all the details, because he didn't know what kind of person Wu Feng was, so it was better to be careful as much as possible. As the saying goes, the details decide the success or failure, Yan Feng must succeed this time.

Because it was just a big pot of rice, all the food in Shaolin Temple were not actually made. So as long as you put the laxative in that big pot of white porridge, the eighteen bronze men will eat it.

Yan Feng still had a lot of laxatives left in the bucket. Because he couldn't make the porridge look different than usual, he didn't put all of them in at once. Instead, he slowly threw them into the boiling porridge and carefully observed.

At this time, the bell outside had rung four times. Although the sound of burning firewood and boiling porridge affected Yan Feng's hearing, he could clearly hear the bell outside because of Yan Feng's focus.

The color and smell of the porridge didn't change much. After the eighth bell rang, Yan Feng quickly closed the wooden bucket, confirmed that it was correct, then jumped over the window and left.

Yan Feng returned to his room and looked out the window at the sun rising in the sky. His heart was filled with hope as if it was the sunshine that filled the horizon.

As per usual, the monk that swept the floor brought a bowl of steaming white porridge over to Yan Feng. Yan Feng laid on the bed with his back facing the door as per usual.

Yan Feng would definitely not eat that bowl of porridge. Next up, he only needed to wait for the right moment. And the time was about to come.

"Toilet!" Toilet! I need to go to the bathroom! " The monk was clutching his stomach and walking with his legs crossed. It seemed that the laxatives had taken effect.

This was the moment! Yan Feng took advantage of the Shaolin Temple's chaos to run to the back door. Even though he knew that the eighteen bronze men had lost their combat ability to fight after taking the laxatives, Yan Feng still chose the safer back door.

However, when Yan Feng pushed open the door, a golden light that was even more dazzling than sunlight shone in front of him. However, when Yan Feng pushed open the door, a golden light even brighter than sunlight flashed in front of him.

"Humph!" A cathartic medicine is useless against the eighteen bronze men who have trained their bodies to be immune to poisons! "

"You actually dare to release the laxatives to poison our Shaolin Temple's people, die!"

"Beat him!"

"Ah!

Yan Feng was once again dragged back covered in blood.

He didn't expect that the 18 bronze men were even immune to laxatives. Just when Yan Feng was in despair, he was sent by the abbot to clean the warehouse and found a few old poker cards. Looking at the dusty poker cards, Yan Feng had a brilliant idea.

Late at night, Yan Feng went to the back door and sure enough, the eighteen bronze men were waiting for him there.

"Benefactor, you still want to run? Quickly turn around and face the shore. You are not a match for the eighteen of us, so it's impossible for us to fight one on one. The eighteen of us can only be one. " Yan Feng had used this method before, but it was useless. These eighteen people were like babies.

Yan Feng sighed and pretended to have given up. He took out that deck of poker cards and said, "I gave up, I'm not running anymore. I found this in the afternoon when I was cleaning the warehouse, you're the only ones still awake in the middle of the night. Why don't you play cards with me?"

"Playing cards?" "Who's the card?" one of the bronze men asked.0

"Other than opening the door, you guys usually have nothing else to do, right? "How boring. If you guys don't know how to play cards, I can teach you guys that playing cards is the best way to kill time."

"Sir, what tricks are you trying to pull this time? We won't be fooled."

Yan Feng said, "If I can't even cure you with laxatives, what else can I do? I've really given up. If it wasn't because it was boring for me to play solitaire, I wouldn't bother coming to you. Are you going to fight or not?"

The 18 bronze men looked at the poker cards in Yan Feng's hands, it was something they had never seen before. After exchanging glances, the 18 of them formed a circle with their backs to Yan Feng and started to communicate with each other.

"This guy must be up to something again."

"So what? It's impossible for him to escape from us. "

"That makes sense. I might as well see what kind of tricks he's playing. At worst, I'll just beat him up again. I just want to try out my latest Steel Head Skill."

"I agree with fourth brother."

"I'm the one ranked fourth, ah? Big Brother, you are mistaken. "

"I am the big brother, alright? "Take a closer look."

The eighteen bronze men were painted in gold. They wore the same clothes, and even they were often mistaken about each other.

Afterwards, Yan Feng spent an entire night teaching the eighteen bronze men to fight the landlord. As for why he taught them to play the landlord, that was Yan Feng's plan. When the eighteen bronze men learned to play the landlord, Yan Feng's plan was already half completed.

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