Wang Anfeng watched Xia Changqing disappear from his sight, and then he held the wooden sword's palm tightly and let go a little.

If he hadn't been restrained with his own reason just now, he would have really stabbed the scholar's back with one sword.

Aping's suffering is caused by Danfeng Valley.

A bloody incident in the city arose.

Even the murder of the captain's family just now has nothing to do with Xia Changqing.

In his opinion, such a person should naturally be killed. He learned the principles of Confucianism from Mr. Jiang, but Confucians are not good men who protect themselves. They should abide by ancient etiquette, act benevolent, and act in people and things. The old man a thousand years ago had already given the clearest answer.

Everyone likes it, how

Not allowed.

Everyone hates it, how

Not allowed.

Those who are not as good as others like them, and those who are not good hate them.

It’s a pity that the strength is still insufficient, and I am willing but powerless.

Zhu Jianan next to him noticed that the young man was relaxed and knew that he could not have acted unwise because of his anger, so he took back his palm pressed on his shoulder.

He had just clicked the acupoint on his shoulder, and the injury pierced by the strange broken knife gradually stopped bleeding. Although he could not take all his strength, he was no longer hindered from walking. He immediately ordered the police officers in the city to restore the original arrangements to restore the order here, collect evidence, and assist the yamen runners to appease the people.

As for warriors above the eighth grade, they went to the yamen to ride fast horses and took coroners to the crime site.

A series of orders were orderly. If it were in the past, Wang Anfeng might have thought that the Qin Dynasty's Ministry of Justice had taken good action, but at this time he felt an unspeakable depression and was in a daze.

How much is worth the price to be exchanged for such effective behavior?

Every policeman in Zhuyi held his fists and then strode away. His body was still hard and tough after anger. His eyebrows were low, silent, and he acted decisively and quickly, but under this orderly behavior, he was extremely depressed.

The remaining four third-grade masters gathered next to Zhu Jianan. Mi Xingfa was angry and left alone, probably to the place where his family was. Everyone was worried that something happened to him and wanted to protect the incident in advance. After the eighth-grade warrior drove his horse, they would go there first.

With the ability of a sixth-grade warrior, he can only reach the void in a moment.

Zhu Jianan looked sideways at the boy beside him, was silent, and asked:

"We are going to the location where the Mi Family's crime occurred. Are you coming?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, but saw Zhu Jian'an's expression was serious and serious. Obviously, it could not be a joke. The four third-rank warriors around him all changed their expressions slightly, and then they thought of something again. They understood Zhu Jian'an's plan, and had not spoken. They looked at Wang Anfeng's gaze with a slightly strange look. They also thought of the boy's performance just now, and had never questioned him.

Zhu Jianan looked calm and looked at the boy in front of him.

His question was not a whim. If Wang Anfeng had failed to show martial arts that could protect himself, if he had failed to show the opportunity to reverse the situation, even if Wang Anfeng had not asked that question just now, he would not have considered this.

But he did it all.

So under such circumstances, he doesn't mind supporting his juniors so that the latter can see more clearly.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed without any hesitation, and he said with a heavy emphasis:

"nature."

Zhu Jianan nodded slightly, said ok, replaced it with a knife in his right hand, grabbed Wang Anfeng's shoulder with his left hand. When he was full of energy, he had already lifted up with the young man, stepped on the void, and his body was like a dragon, soaring into the air to control the wind. In an instant, he had shot out towards a distant mountain in the east, and the remaining four sixth-grade masters were behind him, not far away.

Zhu Jian'an looked down at the towering and quiet Fufeng County City under his feet, and stared at the rest of the world that was still peaceful. At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, the sunset disappeared, and stars were revealed in the sky. Red candles and lanterns gradually lit up everywhere in the county city. The candlelight shone through the red cloth, adding a lot of warmth, illuminating the bustling crowd, and illuminating the vendors selling along the street. All kinds of sounds were mixed together, but they did not seem noisy, but were peaceful.

Zhu Jian'an's expression changed, and his hard face became softer.

It is precisely because of what you see in front of you.

So, it's worth it.

The man withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked at Wang Anfeng beside him, silent for a while, and whispered:

"The danger to the Great Qin Dynasty is not in the enemy country."

"And in the world."

Wang Anfeng was silent, and he couldn't help but recall the experience since he stepped out of Daliang Village. He recalled the massacre that Mr. Ni encountered decades ago, and the murderer who gained fame and fortune. A different thought emerged from his heart and said silently:

"In the world."

"But it's not just the world."

This thought just now emerged and was suppressed by the young man. He had never gone deeper. He had never been as influenced by his own feelings and other people's words as Ni Fuzi did. His mind was clear and empty, neither sad nor happy, and he looked at the landscape below.

The strong wind blew on the face, mountains, rivers and huge cities, and clouds were clustered by the feet.

The Mi family has not left the Fufeng County city for a hundred miles.

With the strength of a middle-third-grade warrior, even if he is not good at light body skills, he can only take less than half a cup of tea to use his light skills with all his strength.

It can be seen from a distance that the top of this hill was cut by a sword light by a martial arts master. On this open space, a house was built, a place for martial arts practice, a quiet room for meditation, and a lobby for ancestor worship.

Although it was not written by some famous artists, these buildings were hidden among the trees on the mountain, with red leaves accompanying them, and the stars and moonlight dispersing, and they were also three-six. They were obviously very attentive. They thought that spring would come, flowers would bloom, and young men and women would walk through them with naughty children. In the eyes of the old people in the clan, there must be many cute things.

In the eyes of those old people who have spent their whole lives in the swords and swords, this is probably more joyful than waving a grudge, and more anticipating than whipping a horse. I must have thought about the future of these children who have three parts of their imagination.

Is it learning martial arts, it’s the world, being a master in the academy? Or growing up quietly in the family.

No matter which one, it's very exciting.

They also have to be more wine than the most delicious delicacies in the world.

But at this time, the futures that have their own wonderful things, but have never unfolded, are all like dreams and bubbles, disappearing completely without any trace.

The extremely strong smell of blood enveloped the residence of this family that should have been peaceful.

ps: The second update.
Chapter completed!