After casually throwing Zhao Mongli into the huge pit created by the sword energy in the yard, Song Xuan turned to look at Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling who were standing on one side shivering.
"Boys, it's time to get to work!"
Kou Zhong swallowed and whispered: "Brother, what do you want us to do?"
"Bury him!"
"Ah?" Kou Zhong was startled and said hurriedly: "Buried alive?"
"right!"
"Is it okay not to bury it?"
"That's fine. If I don't bury him, then I'll bury you!"
Kou Zhong hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Xu Ziling and said, "I can do this work myself. Xiaoling has a weak body, so don't drag him with this kind of hard work, right?"
"You are loyal, but your brother may not be as loyal as you!"
When he said this, Xu Ziling immediately said angrily: "Don't underestimate people, why don't I show loyalty? You, on the other hand, can kill people with just a nod of your head. Even if this person has a grudge against you, he can be killed with one sword."
Well, why do you need to torture the other party like this?"
Song Xuan glanced at him, smiled, then lifted his arm and threw Xu Ziling into the pit.
Don’t think that because you are the protagonist, I will spoil you!
"Xiao Ling!" Kou Zhong was shocked and ran to the pit and stretched out his hand to pull him up.
Song Xuan stepped over and looked at Xu Ziling who was helpless in the pit and Yangzhou Tongyan Zhao Mou who kept crying for his father and mother and begging for mercy, and he spoke coldly.
"Someone must be buried in this pit today. As for who to bury, you decide for yourself!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Miao, who was still pleading, was the first to react. With a sinister look on his face, he punched the head of Xu Ziling, who was still in a dazed state.
After receiving such a punch on the head, Xu Ziling suddenly saw stars in his eyes and sat down on the ground.
In line with the concept of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Zhao Mou stepped forward and punched Xu Ziling again, one punch after another, until Xu Ziling's nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and blood began to seep from the corners of his mouth.
"Xiao Ling!" Koo Zhong roared angrily, picked up a stone from the ground and jumped down. Then before Zhao Mou could react, the stone in his hand hit the opponent on the back of the head.
Zhao Mung's body froze and he died immediately. He fell straight to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he was determined to die.
"Xiaoling, it's okay!" Kou Zhong pulled Xu Ziling up, whose face was covered with blood, and raised his sleeve to wipe the blood for him.
Song Xuan chuckled and said, "This is the person you tried your best to offend me and asked for mercy. What's the result? Is that person even half grateful to you?"
Xu Ziling looked at the dead man on the ground and remained silent. The next moment, he spit out a mouthful of blood, then picked up the stone on the ground and threw it at Zhao Mung's body like crazy.
After hitting it more than twenty times and splattering himself with blood, he stood up tiredly and wiped the sweat and blood from his face.
At this point, he felt comfortable and had clear thoughts, "Some people deserve to die for a reason. Even if this person hesitated and struggled a little bit, I wouldn't hate him so much!"
Song Xuan was a little surprised by Xu Ziling's reaction.
Xu Ziling, who seemed a bit indecisive in the original plot and was fooled around by his master's concubine, actually had such a ruthless side when he was a teenager.
But he understood after a moment's thought.
These two people have been without a father or a mother since they were children, and they have been working together in Yangzhou City to make a living. They have never come into contact with anyone from all walks of life. If they were not even bloody, they would have been eaten up and spit out by people long ago, with no bones left!
"Performance is okay!" Song Xuan glanced at the two of them and said, "Want to learn martial arts?"
Xu Ziling was stunned, "Are you willing to teach us?"
Although the contact time was very short, the two of them knew very well that the man in green in front of them was not a good person. No matter what he said or did, he gave them a very evil feeling.
I had a very pleasant conversation with you before, but I will do whatever I want with you later. I am definitely not an easy person to talk to.
"What do you want us to do?" Kou Zhong reacted the fastest and said, "Eldest brother doesn't look like someone who shows kindness without repaying it."
Song Xuan smiled and said: "Very good, brothers will settle accounts clearly. I like you guys who talk freely."
"It's very simple. I will teach you the best martial arts in the world, and you will have to train me for ten years!"
Needless to say, these two people have martial arts qualifications. As the protagonists of this world, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are martial arts wizards who are rare to see in a century.
To be honest, Song Xuan has not yet thought about what he is going to do in this world. It has been a year, and the main mission in the Bronze Mirror has not been released yet.
But it doesn't matter, it doesn't stop him from making preparations in advance, gathering a few capable subordinates, and accumulating some power.
"For ten years, we have to do whatever we are asked to do?"
Song Xuan nodded and said: "Yes!"
Kou Zhong stepped back cautiously, and even subconsciously pulled the collar on his chest.
Song Xuan was speechless. What do you mean by riding on a horse?
"After you learn the martial arts taught by me, you have to do things for me. In the future, things like rushing into other people's mansions and killing people like today will definitely happen!"
Having said this, Song Xuan raised his hand and pulled the two of them to the ground, and said calmly: "Every gain must have a loss. Think about the pros and cons for yourselves, and don't rush to answer me!"
Kou Zhong was a little jealous of Song Xuan's magical methods. He hesitated and asked, "Brother, can you tell me why you want to kill this person?"
Song Xuandao said: "This person was Zhao Miao, the general judge of Yangzhou. In order to steal someone else's piece of jade, he forced that person's family to death. And such evil things were not done once or twice. This person buried him alive.
It’s all considered light!”
Xu Ziling's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "So, brother, you are actually a heroic hero, right?"
"no!"
Song Xuandao: "I'm just a killer who takes people's money to eliminate disasters for them."
"The kind of killer who kills people just for money?"
"No!" Song Xuan laughed, "Money is like a floating cloud to me. When I kill someone, I never look at how much money you pay, but rather whether the person deserves to be killed!"
"Isn't he still a hero?" Xu Ziling affirmed.
"No!" Song Xuan shook his head and said: "I am a killer and have nothing to do with heroes!"
"Does it make any difference?"
"Yes!" Song Xuan raised his hand and pointed, and the black iron heavy sword behind him suddenly flew up, like a black dragon rushing out of the abyss, smashing into every room in the mansion.
In a matter of moments, the huge mansion collapsed completely, and many people were crushed to death in the rubble before they could react.
"A hero has worries about killing people, but I don't! That's the difference!"
Kou Zhong's lips moved, but finally couldn't hold it back and said: "Brother, this is not a disaster for your family!"
Song Xuan smiled and said: "It's true that the misfortune cannot be brought to the family, but the premise is that the blessings cannot be brought to the family!"
Song Xuan pointed to the collapsed houses around him and said: "And those people inside live in mansions, wear silks and satins, and eat delicacies from the mountains and seas. They enjoy the benefits that Zhao Fungus has brought to them, so they have to bear the burden of what Zhao Fungus has planted."