The body and head were different, blood splattered on the long street. The people around him ran away, and only saw the shiny eyes from the gaps in the houses on both sides of the streets and visited outside...

The mature horse "Zhaoye Jade Lion" did not escape from its reins, but stood beside Chu Sanlang's half corpse, and kept crying, occasionally bowing down and arching, as if he wanted to wake up his master.

It’s a pity that this man passed away forever and his soul was destroyed.

Whoosh!

The gray shadow flashed out, and the stinky monk appeared at the scene. He came quickly and suddenly appeared. Zhao Ye Yu's lion screamed and almost ran away with four hooves.

The stinky monk's eyes were like torches, and his eyes swept away, and he realized it for a moment. He closed his ten thousand and recited the Buddha's name "Anita", with no sadness or joy in his expression, and murmured: "The flying sword beheads, the soul and spirit are destroyed, and the cycle of reincarnation is cut off; a thunder strike is a good method."

After saying that, as if he was aware, he looked up and saw a sparrow sitting under an eaves beside a roof. Its small figure and feathers were quiet, but its eyes were very anthropomorphic and thoughtful.

"Jizhou City God? He is here too..."

The stinky monk was originally an extraordinary person, but when he saw it, he immediately understood that it was a wisp of the city god in Jizhou possessed the sparrow's body and came to watch.

Obviously, the sparrow also felt the stinky monk's gaze, turned his head, looked at him, and pointed his head slightly to signal his heart.

The stinky monk bowed at it and thought to himself: It was too late to come, and the flying sword flew away without a trace. The other party made a quick move without leaving any clues. Even if they mastered a variety of magical and magical powers that were good at pursuing, it was difficult to search. It was even difficult to determine whether the sword was in Jizhou.

After pondering for a moment, he stopped lingering. He flashed and his body disappeared out of thin air.

When witnesses saw this, their eyes were straightened, and they all thought they had seen the legendary "land god."

The stinky monk left. The sparrow under the eaves then flapped its wings and flew towards the City God Temple.

More than a moment later, Chu Sanlang's two healthy servants followed him quickly. Seeing the sky falling on the street, it was very strange, but when he saw the Zhaoye Yu lion lingering at the scene, the blood on the ground, and the corpse in the other side of his head, he suddenly burst into pain.

One of them had poor psychological tolerance, his legs became weak, and he sat on the ground with his butt, crying loudly: "It's over. It's over, the young master was killed..."

The other one was also scattered and his mind was blank: The young master was dead. As followers, how could they withstand the thunderous wrath of the master? He died, this time he died.

About half an hour later, a large number of yamen runners who came to hear the news blocked the entire street and began to collect evidence. Later, Chu Zhizhou, who was dead gray, arrived with hundreds of personal soldiers. When he saw Chu Sanlang's body covered by white cloth, he almost spit out an old blood, and was shaking. Fortunately, his confidant next to him held it in time and did not fall...

"The white-haired man gives away the black-haired man, God will let me die."

A sigh in my heart, two lines of turbid tears flowed out from the corner of Chu Zhizhou's eyes, and it seemed like he was five years older in an instant.

...

I remember that in later generations, a famous person once said: "In life, you shouldn't have to wait until the final battle before you get rid of your opponent. When I'm in the aisle, I will kill a few..."

As mentioned above, it is exactly in line with Ye Junsheng's mood.

He is sitting in the cafeteria of the academy, dealing with a piece of good meat with relish, and eating greasy mouth. But there is no doubt that the food level in the academy canteen is not a little worse than what his sister Ye Junsheng cooked.

Ye Junmei's cooking skills are just the same as Ye Junsheng's calligraphy level, and she is still improving every day, which is the most commendable. In her, it is most appropriate to use the sentence "The way of cooking is called 'heart'". Even if you just cook a bowl of very simple chicken noodle soup, it takes a lot of effort. When people taste it, it is naturally tender, smooth and delicious, and the teeth and cheeks leave a fragrance.

Some things really need to be talented.

Or maybe he was afraid of poverty and hardship before. Ye Junmei always had an almost pious attitude towards food, which made Ye Junsheng always sigh.

Of course, with Ye Junsheng's background, he does not have high requirements for diet. He eats delicious foods very well and can also cover his stomach with his mouth. I'm afraid that only the Imperial House will happen if something like "Why not eat minced meat".

"Junsheng, are you still in the mood to eat meat?"

Huang Chaozhi's voice, he and Liu Tianchen walked over quickly, and there was sweat on his forehead, as if he had been looking for Ye Jun for a long time.

Ye Junsheng took a bite of food into his mouth and said, "One person's plan is to eat. If you are hungry, you naturally need to eat."

"Junsheng, you are so calm. Before, the Chu Yanei rushed out of the academy in anger, afraid that he would start to deal with you sooner or later."

Liu Tianchen said anxiously——The blood splashing in Chu Sanlang’s long street has not been reported back to the academy at this time.

Ye Junsheng sighed and said helplessly: "Tianchen, Chaozhi, you should have a good understanding of Chu Yanei. He deliberately wanted to be unable to get along with me. What can I do?"

This made the two of them speechless: Yes, if Chu Sanlang insisted on dealing with Ye Junsheng, compared with their family background and identity, there was such a huge difference, Ye Junsheng really had no good idea. If the stone wants to smash an egg, what should the egg do?

As for asking Ye Junsheng to beg Chu Sanlang to raise his hands, as the saying goes, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated." How could Ye Junsheng lower his head?

Huang Chao's way: "Junsheng, you have the favor of Gu Xuezheng, so you might as well ask him to appear and mediate."

Ye Junsheng smiled bitterly: "Chozhi, Lord Gu is in a high position and is busy with affairs. How can we meet and respond to any request?"

Yes, things in the officialdom are all affected, and human feelings are not easy to take

Huang Chaozhi's face tightened and he stomped his feet hard: "What should we do? Can we just wait for Chu Yanei to come to the door?"

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "When I was a child, I met a Taoist priest from Youfang. He was killed and said, "I am a tough life and misfortune and good fortune are dependent on each other." He will not be so easy to be killed."

Huang Chaozhi and Liu Tianchen looked at each other, speechless: At this time, Ye Junsheng actually brought up the fortune telling... But then again, when it comes to fate, they can only comfort themselves with this.

"It's not good!"

At this moment, the lifelong member rushed into the cafeteria. Because he was running in a hurry, his headscarf was even tilted to the side.

This shout immediately attracted all the gazes and landed on him in unison, seeing what he would say.

"Chu Sanlang was assassinated, his body and head were different, and he died on the street!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the huge canteen was silent as if it was dead. A huge amazement broke out in an instant, and then there was silence again...

How is Chu Sanlang killed?

Who dares to kill him!

Oh my God, is this world going crazy?

This time, Jizhou will be in a mess...

Everyone was shocked by the news and suddenly lost the interest in talking.

...

Bang!

A book case was overturned by a huge force, and many four treasures of the study were all over the place:

"The rice bucket is all rice bucket!"

The roaring voice of Chu Zhizhou was thunderous and responded for a long time in the lobby of the government office. Below the lobby, people were kneeling all over the ground, all of whom were all big and small.

"You killed people in the street, and in full view of everyone, you said that no one saw the murderer's weapon. Do you really think that I was dead?"

The Chu Zhizhou had no choice but to be angry, and the pain of losing his son was already in love. Now hundreds of constables, yamen runners, and officers and soldiers were dispatched, but they did not find anything at the scene. After asking dozens of witnesses, their caliber was even more insane. They said that when a little sunlight flashed by, Chu Sanlang's head was broken...

When can light kill people?

Who is this person who has such a courage to defiantly and has such ruthless means?

It's time to kill!

It's really worth killing!

After a breath of depression and confidant, Chu Zhizhou's face turned pale, and in the end he couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"grown ups!"

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

"Mr. on the Lord's Day..."

Some very routine concerns were heard, and the noise was mixed, which not only did not make you feel better, but instead added a little depressed and aggrieved.

Chu Zhizhou waved his hand and said weakly: "You continue to investigate..." As he said that, he was supported by the guards and turned into the back hall to rest.

After he left, all the officials from all over the world looked at me and I looked at you, and finally sighed in unison. Leave no nonsense, bowed down, and each scattered his own affairs. Chu Sanlang died and the governor was defeated. In Jizhou City, it was a major event that the sky collapsed.

In an instant, various departments started to operate at an unprecedented high speed, with amazing efficiency - the city gates on all sides were closed early, with heavy troops guarding them, and even a fly could not fly out... A horse rode fast and whipped, running on the streets of the city like a storm. The wind of hunting and chasing was getting louder and louder...

At the prefect of the prefecture, Chu Zhizhou had just drunk a cup of ginseng tea to replenish his spirit. His head suddenly hurts, and countless clues were like waves tumbling, rising and falling, and it was unclear.

A little light flew over and the son was killed. How could it be?

Could it be that little light is not a mortal?

Suddenly, Chu Zhizhou thought of such a possibility and felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He took a long breath. The qi cultivation skills cultivated by the way of being an official for decades played a role at critical moments, thus slowly stabilizing his emotions: it is an indisputable fact that his son died, and his head was cut off. Even if the god Daluo was there, he could not take it back and resurrected and reborn...

Then, the most important thing one should do now is to catch the murderer, cut it into pieces, avenge your son, and then comfort his son's spirit in heaven.

An unusual light, extraordinary means...

Several clips flashed through my mind, and Chu Zhizhou suddenly remembered someone: Yes, it was him, I want to ask the stinky monk to understand. Didn’t there any confession before, did this person appear on the street afterwards?
Chapter completed!