On the empty official road, a man and a horse galloped.
The man in Qingyi carries a sword on his back, looking handsome and handsome. It is Qian Xuanzhong who has returned from training in Xizhou.
Because of his fights with Bailian, Wudou and other sects, his reputation for eradicating evil and promoting good has become so famous that it is spread throughout at least the four prefectures of Xizhou.
However, the Tsing Yi Sword, which has become famous throughout the state, is no longer as calm as before.
The sound of whips crackled, hooves flew as the galloping horses galloped, and large areas of misty dust undulated and rolled down on both sides.
The fields and streets were all deserted and deserted. Qian Xuanzhong's eyes wandered for a while, and he suppressed the anxiety and worry brewing in his heart, then whipped up his horse and drove away quickly.
For a long time, a city loomed half visible outside the rolling fields.
After bypassing the cover on the road ahead and looking again, I saw smoke and dust slowly rising inside the city, and the door that was supposed to protect the interior was half-open and collapsed.
On the city wall, the characters "Qiyang" are mottled and old.
Before they even got close, there were screams and wailing, shouting at the heavens and the earth.
The man with the hip horse's divine light must have changed his face continuously, his red cheeks were tumbling and he suppressed himself. The anger in his eyes was unceasing, and the long sword on his back was unsheathed with a sudden sound and fell into his palm.
The stars shine like snow reflecting the cold sun.
His heart was filled with urgency, and the whip he wielded in his hand was a little harder.
…
Poof!
The heads rolled down and were stained with blood.
Jiang Qin'an looked indifferent and curled up his withdrawn sword into a sword flower.
"Ahhhhh, stinky nose! Go to hell!"
"Shoulder-to-shoulder!"
"There's only one of him! I'm afraid... poof!"
Without even looking at the bandit who was swinging his club and hunting knife indiscriminately, Taoist Jiang twisted his right arm, and when his fingers opened and closed, strength surged out of his palm. His energy was poured into him, and his long sword flew out with a whistling sound, hitting his throat.
While cutting off the man's whining and nonsense, he stabbed the front and back thoroughly.
The movements of the feet are also non-stop, stepping on the left and right branches, stepping on the Haiyun Guan martial arts footwork to make an instant breakthrough.
The leader of the gangster's eyes widened, and he felt the light and shadow in front of him disappear, then heard a click, his vision instantly collapsed, and the world turned and turned over...
Plop!
As soon as one person fell down, another person's heart and lungs were shattered by the crashing fists. The force penetrated these skinny bandits like paper.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In just ten seconds, Jiang Qin'an was the only one left standing alone on this narrow path. He stopped, exhaled to calm down the technique, and then bent down to pull out the long sword from the corpse.
咛——
The blade trembled for a moment, and the contamination disappeared.
"The fourth batch."
Looking down at the long sword in his hand, he murmured in a low voice, but in his tone he did not feel much joy at having once again eliminated the gangster.
Instead, I felt a little confused.
It was different from what he thought at the beginning, or the current situation was worse than he, the elders in the Taoist temple and even the martial arts comrades had thought and expected!
The world is in chaos and falling apart.
These bandits are like weeds after the spring rain. They can’t be killed! They can’t be killed!
He rushed out over and over again, with bright green greedy eyes and a numb face, as if he was choosing someone to devour.
"Perhaps they were ordinary people not long ago, working at sunrise and resting at sunset..."
Some of the origins can be vaguely seen from the clothes, but those who were beheaded by him had without exception their hands stained with the blood of other people.
——There used to be a village less than five miles away from the mountain road, but now there is only a piece of scorched earth and seventy-seven corpses of young and old.
The cause was the pile of old grain at the mountain pass that had not yet been moved.
Under the turmoil of the current situation, even if it is spring plowing, it is often seen that acres of land are abandoned and abandoned. Farmers either go to the mountains and forests to survive, or they are swallowed up by big families and become slaves.
In addition, as wars become more frequent, the control of grain and grass becomes more stringent, and the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are also complicated and numerous.
Driven by many parties, some people finally took desperate risks for the sake of food. Unfortunately, these people did not unleash their cruelty on the more evil ones. Instead, they abandoned their conscience and turned into wild beasts and wolves.
"They are no longer human."
Jiang Qin'an turned sideways and looked into the distance, the sky was bright and clear, but the haze in his heart was hard to clear away, and he didn't know how to express it for a moment.
Ask yourself, will this crackdown on banditry really be effective?
There are too many, and just a few forces in Shiya County can't wipe them out even if they try their best.
It won't be long before new bandits appear.
After a moment of silence, he stepped forward.
In my mind, the miserable scene of that mountain village emerged involuntarily.
After exhaling a breath of turbid air, his complexion improved a little. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, at least it can protect him for a while.
Holding a long sword and stepping on the bloody mud, the cloth boots on his feet left a row of marks of varying depths.
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Sizhou, the big river is surging.
Song Yiyun, who was called the Butcher, put on his battle armor and stood by the river, holding the black horse in his hand and looking into the distance.
"Where is that?"
He pointed to the city on the other side of the river. A row of soldiers and armor were displayed at the top of the city. No one dared to move rashly.
A scribe stepped forward and followed the guidance, bowed his head and responded: "General, across this water is Lijin. The city is headed by a branch of the Yong family in Hexi. Rumor has it that it is very powerful. Even if the taxation issue is dealt with by the county chief,
Don't dare to take the initiative, you have to ask for instructions before you can act.
A hundred and fifty miles further ahead there are several counties such as Huizhong and Shoushan, and beyond Fengqiguan is Guchuan."
After a pause, the scribe lowered his eyebrows and added another sentence.
"Tea is the most popular tea in Guchuan Prefecture, among which there are ten grades and eight chariots. There are several kinds of tribute tea alone, and it is difficult for the royal family and nobles to get a taste of it."
After finishing speaking, the scribe looked at Song Yiyun, and saw a smile on the other person's plain and honest face, bared his yellow teeth, and said: "Tribute tea? Hey, you have to taste it then, as a substitute.
Your Majesty is here to keep the people below from cheating!
As for the Gu family, that's all. In view of the fact that the place has been stabilized for so many years, after entering the city, let's treat him well first and see how good he is.
If you really don't understand people's language and don't know current affairs... then don't blame me, General."
Butcher Song didn't say anything more and just glanced at the scribe.
The cold gaze was like a mountain falling, and his shoulders suddenly collapsed. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and his back was soaked.
The scribe retreated tremblingly and respectfully, not daring to look even half an eye longer at this murderous executioner.
Seeing that the opponent had retreated, Song Yiyun, who had already taken the position of general and governor of the Jiangnan states, raised his eyebrows, his eyes slanted a bit, and the corners of his lips showed a strong hint of teasing.
A bunch of people who only know how to fight with each other!
"Ford the river, build the bridge, and follow my general into the city!"
The arrival of Butcher Song once again disturbed the already unstable Jiangnan, and all parties gathered.
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The situation below the mountain is changing, but Chen Yu is staying on the mountain to guard the spiritual plants in the medicine field, recording many changes day by day. A "Ling Zhi Lu" contains many finished products scattered and broken, and only needs to be pieced together.
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Next to the field, there is a tall fruit tree with lush branches and plump crimson fruits the size of a thumb.
There were more than one fruit trees planted at the beginning. Except for the few trees on the edge, which were left to ripen and collect seeds for future cultivation, the rest were all invested in clever ideas. Unfortunately, the degree of variation of the fruits that grew was not high, and the effectiveness was even more surprising.
There is none.
In comparison, this cherry tree, which is not yet fully ripe, is quite unsatisfactory.
The reason why it is said that it is not fully mature is because the top part is as red as a gem, while the deep part of the leaves is slightly green.
Chen Yu took a few and grabbed them in his hand. After some experiments, he found that the cores of these small blood-red fruits could actually have an effect on some spiritual plants after being mashed.