Thoughts flowed, Hong Qing was indeed someone Qian Yun trusted greatly. After a rough analysis of the situation, he found a way to control the situation. Looking around, Hong Qing then looked at the man in black standing in the corner with a sword behind his back.

He walked forward slowly and saluted:

"I, the Governor of Baiyue County, Hong Qing, would like to thank Young Master Xiao for your generous help."

Xiao Yueming was also surprised, but he didn't expect that Sheriff Hong recognized him:

"I, Xiao Yueming, brother Qian Yun and brother Feng Yu are all my close friends. If my friends are in jail and are in danger, there is no reason not to help."

After hearing what Xiao Yueming said, Hong Qing's old face was also full of smiles, and the previous worry was gone:

"Hahaha, Young Master Xiao is indeed a true hero. This first-class painting in Baiyue Society shocked the entire Baiyue County. Everyone thought that Mr. Xiao was a great painter who was full of knowledge and skill in painting. But who could have imagined it?

This painting of falling rain and flowing ink also contains the supreme sword intention. I am lucky enough to see it today. Mr. Xiao is truly well-deserved for his reputation as the flowing ink of Qingyuan."

After bowing and saluting, Xiao Yueming had to admire Commander Hong's speaking skills.

The surrounding soldiers heard that the man in black was Xiao Yueming, the recently famous Liumo Qingyuan Sword, and they all looked at him secretly. They couldn't help but sigh to themselves. Although his clothes were a little torn, his appearance and demeanor were definitely extraordinary.

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At this time, the old woman also walked forward with a cane, and specially released a breath. She was wearing a floor-length red robe that was extremely dazzling. She looked at Xiao Yueming with a smile and said:

"Xiao Shaoxia is so angry at such a young age that he is as angry as the ocean, and his artistic conception is one step ahead of me. If my eyes are not dim yet, I guess the long sword you are carrying is the Qingyuan Ancient Sword.

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As a first-class master, this old woman has amazing eyesight. Although she has not seen through Xiao Yueming's internal strength, judging from the traces of the fight at the scene, it is concluded that her strength has not reached the first-class level. Otherwise, Mr. Xian would not be burdened with such a serious problem.

Due to his injuries, Su Lan doesn't need to go to Baiyu Tower to ask for help. Besides, if there are really three first-class masters fighting on this passenger ship, this place will not be as simple as a ruins, but will be directly destroyed by the aftermath of a natural disaster.

scum.

Looking at the old woman in front of me, although most of her hair is gray, she has a tall and straight figure, bright eyes, and full energy. She feels

The aura of the old woman was even more powerful than that of Xian Lao, as if facing the vast and boundless sea.

To have such a terrifying aura, he must be a first-class master. Logically speaking, every first-class warrior in this world, regardless of whether his reputation is good or bad, has a far-reaching reputation and is famous in the world, but Xiao Yueming does not know that.

The name of the old woman in front of her is also that Xiao Yueming grew up on Black Maple Island. Chang Muyin only taught martial arts and poetry. She herself was extremely indifferent to fame and fortune, so she never mentioned martial arts to Xiao Yueming.

What extraordinary people are there?

I secretly made up my mind to make amends for myself when I go back. I will still need to travel in the world. If I meet some famous people again and don't recognize their names, I'm afraid it won't be good.

Bowing slightly, Xiao Yueming bowed his hands and said in a respectful tone:

"Senior, I am Zhesha. I am walking in the martial arts world. My time is still short. I don't know my name, but I am ignorant. Please don't blame me, senior."

Xiao Yueming's current strength is only second-rate, but he has been with half-step peerless warriors like Chang Muyin for many years. Although he maintains respect for first-rate masters, he has no fear because Xiao Yueming knows that with his own qualifications

, it’s just a matter of time before we set foot in the first-class realm.

When the old woman heard this, she was not angry. Instead, she rubbed the faucet crutch with both hands and said with a smile:

"Senior is not a senior. I have lived for nearly fifty years. I have long regarded these names and honorifics as rubbish. My name is Nanrong Jinsu. If Young Master Xiao doesn't mind, just call me Long Granny."

Seeing that the old woman had a kind face and acted informally, Xiao Yueming also had some good feelings, and immediately shouted:

"Long Po Po."

Granny Long smiled and nodded, looking at the outstanding young man in front of her with appreciation.

Taoist Shangji was standing next to Hong Qing, his eyes were wandering, he was stroking his white beard, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hong Qing waved his big hand, and the soldiers surrounding the crowd immediately dispersed, and ordered a few soldiers to take the three injured Qian Yue back to the warship first. At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance.

"Let me go, I'm just an ordinary crew member, why are you arresting me?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked,

I saw red-armored soldiers escorting dozens of people slowly walking towards them. The one who protested just now was a sailor in his prime who was wearing simple clothes. As soon as the sailor finished speaking, he saw a soldier raising his hand.

The spear struck him hard in the back of his heart.

The soldiers are all strong warriors who have practiced basic martial arts. Although they are not in the third-rate realm, they are absolutely irresistible to these ordinary people. The spears made of fine steel fall on the thin crew members.

On his back, the crewman's back was instantly dented, blood spurted out from his mouth, and the sound of cracking bones and screams were heard together.

Lying helplessly on the deck, I saw that the crew member was dying, his limbs were twitching, but he still had some breath left.

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding soldiers turned a blind eye. No one paid attention to the humble ordinary crew member who fell to the ground. They didn't even want to take a detour and stepped directly over his body to continue moving forward.

After escorting everyone to the deck, the general in the mink fur cape waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately lined up dozens of people. At a glance, there were upright and strong men, white-haired old people, and some holding children.

The women, without exception, were all gray-headed, frightened, trembling, and their bodies were trembling.

The general slowly walked to the front of the crowd and pressed down with one hand. He saw the soldiers holding their spears high, and then suddenly swung them and hit those people's calves. How could flesh and blood be compared with the iron spears? In an instant, the crew and passengers were stunned.

They all knelt down on the deck, roaring in pain and screaming.

"Reporting to the Governor, there are still twenty-six crew members and eighteen passengers on the entire passenger ship, a total of forty-four people. All of them have been detained. Please give your instructions."

His eyes swept over the faces that were distorted by pain. Hong Qing put his hands behind his back, and the sea breeze blew his neat and luxurious clothes. He said with an indifferent expression:

"Okay, that's right. In that case, you don't need me to teach you what to do."

When the general heard the words, his face was expressionless, his hands were clasped in his fists, and the armor made of fine iron clanked:

"Yes, sir."

After saying that, General Diaoqiu walked slowly to the survivors, and raised his right hand with a calm expression, like a ghost from hell urging death. With a wave of his hand, the lives of these forty-four people would be with him.
Chapter completed!