Downstairs of Fengzi.

In the wooden house, the boy was cooking rice porridge, looking a little dazed, comforting himself in his heart.

This matter has nothing to do with you.

We must also trust the masters of the Academy and the chiefs of the Ministry of Justice.

With their strength, they will definitely easily capture those people and bring them to justice. At that time, the Ming Dynasty will inevitably be beheaded and displayed in public. Even after this case, people will be secretly arrested by the angry Qin Dynasty.

It’s useless to have one more of you. The eighth-level cultivation level is just the level of secret arrest.

Besides, I don't have that kind of experience yet.

The fluctuations in Wang Anfeng's heart gradually calmed down.

The stove is burning a little big today. Now we should add some water to prevent scorching. However, Wang Anfeng seemed to be in deep thought and never cared about it. He only took the iron pot down after smelling the slightest burning smell.

He flipped over with the chopsticks. When he noticed that the bottom was burning, the boy raised his hand and knocked his forehead, turned to look at the gradually dimming sky. He didn't know whether he was whispering helplessly or persuaded others to speak:

"Ah, the rice is burnt..."

"You have to go out and buy some."

Wang Anfeng chose to forget that he had bought rice just a few days ago.

He raised his hand to adjust the position of the wooden sword behind him, placed the silver needle on the left side of the belt, and placed the golden sore medicine and Qi-absorbing pill on the right, and pushed the door out. At this time, there were warriors guarding several gates in the Academy, but because it was a little far away from the residence of the Academy disciples, the defense was relaxed.

He then found a wall, rose up, and gently tapped his toes on the wall twice, and his palm was already supported on the bluestone decoration on the wall. He used a little force, and turned over and landed gently on the ground. Because of his poor light skills, he made a muffled sound.

Wang Anfeng was shocked and stood still, until he found that he had not attracted the attention of the Master who had been patrolling around him, and then stood up.

After patting the fallen leaves stuck on his body, the boy looked at the sky and suddenly felt a little lacking in confidence and said:

"Well, I'm really just going to buy some food."

"I suddenly... I'm hungry again today."

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The night is getting darker.

Yang Jingming walked in the streets of Fufeng County with a calm face.

He is a well-known knight in Fufeng County. Recently, after learning about the murder of the tragedy in Fufeng County, he found the people in the Ministry of Justice and was willing to join the night patrol.

Although the world is clearly divided between the world and the imperial court, they don’t like each other very much on weekdays. If two officials are killed, the tourists from the world will definitely be praised. They say that they can kill well and then drink and get drunk for a few more games.

If two martial artists with great martial arts are missing in the world, local officials will be in a happy mood, and they may add one or two to their political achievements.

But there is only one place that is the common scale shared by the martial arts world and the imperial court, which is the unarmed common people.

What's more, it's abusive killing!

What's more, it's a dead successor!

Yang Jingming's anger has not subsided.

This time, such a murder occurred in a place like Fufeng County. Not only was the Qin court extremely shocked and angry, but even the righteous paths in the world felt the same. Many warriors spontaneously inspected, and a little bit of a hero was like Yang Jingming, who directly helped the Ministry of Justice constables and patrolled the county town at night.

Because of this happening, there were fewer pedestrians at night, but there were still some places with lights on. Most of them were equipped with large pots, which were boiled with sheep blood and sheep livers, and the soup was milky white, sprinkled with chopped green onions and peppers, and a bowl was very warm, which was loved by those who were busy workers and street patrol soldiers.

Yang Jingming frowned, but did not come forward to disturb him. He just stopped, lowered his voice, and asked the ninth-grade street patrol warrior next to him:

"...They don't know the murder?"

The warrior was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was carrying a spear on his back. He laughed at him and said:

"Of course they know."

"Unless this kind of news is protected by someone like a family in the academy, there is no need to mess up the mood. If it is a commoner, wouldn't it harm human life if it is concealed?"

Yang Jingming was even more confused and frowned:

"Then why does this person come out?"

"Isn't it even more dangerous? No, I have to persuade him to go back..."

Just after taking half a step, the sleeve was pulled by the warrior. The latter looked helpless on his face. He sighed at him and said with a smile:

"Brother Yang doesn't need to... You are a knight in the world, and I don't think you know what the people in this city are sad."

"It seems that those who have enough money in the family have already bought the stalls. I think these are the things that have money at home, so I have to come out."

Speaking of this, the voice couldn't help but feel a little bleak.

"What's more, for warriors, ordinary people are powerless, so what's the difference between inside and outside the house? Today's massacre was the family of old and young people staying in the house? Is it really a target of the killer, and even the strongest house. It might be safer to set up a stall outside..."

"After all, if we patrol the streets, no matter how vicious the evil warrior is, he will never be able to kill people in the street?"

Yang Jingming stopped, looking at the warm and faint light in the autumn night, with his eyesight, he could see the face behind the water vapor. At his age, he was full of pain and a slightly complicated expression. He reached into his arms, took out a ingot of silver, and prepared to send it over.

He was born in an ordinary family and had to help several teachers, and he had today's cultivation level. Although his strength was meager, he wanted to help him see this scene.

At this moment, the gun-holder next to him raised his hand and held his wrist, shook his head at him, and said:

"You don't need to do this."

"They have their own hands and feet, support themselves and make their own choices. Although you are a warrior, money is not blown by the strong wind. People's lives are more stable than you."

"As a constable, what you should do as a knight is to capture the damn evil warrior and return this place to the people."

Yang Jingming was silent. Before working with these constables from the academy, although he had never had any abnormalities on the surface and was actually a little disdainful in his heart, at this time, he felt a little different. He put the money back, but said:

"After handing over to Group B, we will come here to drink a bowl of broth. How about it?"

The warrior was slightly stunned, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face, and said.

"Then you have to prepare enough money."

Yang Jingming smiled and said:

"This little money is enough."

The atmosphere was quite harmonious for everyone. After walking not far, they saw a carriage parked not far from a small stall, but there was no coachman.

The warrior with a gun frowned and looked at it. He saw the horse Ji Shenjun pulling the cart, covered in black hair, hidden in the dark night. If it weren't for the snow on the snow, and the moonlight was quite bright today, it would be really not easy to find out. He knew that he must be a family member. For some reason, he didn't want to cause trouble more, but his responsibilities were still to come forward and ask.

At this moment, a young servant came over from the stall and stopped the gunman. He first clasped his fists and whispered, then took off a gold medal from under his waist, and gave it to him with a smile on his face and said:

"Several officials, this is the young master of our Murong family. I wonder if there is anything?"

The constable frowned, but the servant in front of him was only strengthened martial law in the city today. The city gates arranged for the defense of experts. There was no curfew in the curfew, so it was hard to say anything. They just talked about the situation today and reminded again:

"It's not stable outside today, so I'd better tell me not to stay here for a long time."

The servant agreed with a smile, took the gold medal and went to the carriage. Yang Jingming looked at their backs and frowned and said, "Don't you need to investigate one or two? Brother Wu?"

Wu Xiong shook his head and said, "The Murong family is a century-old family in the city. The family business is quite large, so it is impossible for them."

"We can't control what these aristocratic families want to do, let them do it. After leaving, we will be able to rest in three more times."

Everyone left, and the servant reported to the master, ran all the way to the stall over there, ordered a bowl of mutton offals and half a plate of oil cakes, and ate them with relish. Then he turned around and looked at the slightly shaking carriage, and a helpless look appeared in his heart. He sighed, lowered his head and whispered another sip of hot soup.

In the carriage, a woman begging for mercy and acting coquettishly, saying:

"Oh, young master, don't make trouble..."

"The constable said that it's dangerous outside, why don't you leave? Go back to Yichun Tower and call the two sisters to be much more lively..."

The handsome young man next to the woman didn't care at all, wrapped himself around his slender waist, sneered twice, and said:

"Listen to him nonsense."

"I will definitely not dare to kill people in the streets of my Daqin with those brave men."
Chapter completed!