Chapter 46: The instigator must be killed until there is no one left
After repeated confirmations, Chu Qianqiu gradually confirmed the authenticity of the news.
Feng Zhong did not lie.
The forces in Baixiang Town are intertwined, but there are very few people who hope that something will happen to Jiangwu Hall.
Among the forces that hope something goes wrong, Daxia is definitely the one who takes the most pleasure in misfortune.
If the Shenwei Army raises a villain and ensures the overthrow of the imperial court, they will have to join forces with Daxia.
This is a bit like the situation of the Yue family army in the previous life. Once the Yue family army rebels, the happiest person will definitely be Dai Jin. By then, let alone any grudges, even the blood feud that killed Jin Wushu and his family can be wiped out.
, turn enemies into friends.
Depending on the situation, they will choose to support the Yue Family Army or the Song Dynasty to ensure their own interests.
Therefore, Daxia has absolute motives and interests, supporting and encouraging the Shenwei Army to rebel, and even helping the Shenwei Army create reasons.
If the person who took action was a master from Daxia, then the death of Miss Yuan Qin could also be explained. Without Sansan, how could he dare to go to Liangshan.
If you want to do something like this, you must do it cleanly, especially cleanly.
After all, the Shenwei Army has no shortage of experts. Who wouldn't know how to slaughter young children?
Huang Qianhu entered Daxia alone, specifically targeting their cubs. He could kill even 1,800 of them, let alone more than a hundred.
Why not?
Because everyone has a gun, who didn’t rob him, and who didn’t have many masters in his family.
If you can play in the first grade of junior high school, I can play in the fifteenth grade.
When the melee in the world was the bloodiest, everyone was furious. Daxia and Shenwu sent each other's masters to kill their children. They dared to use any dirty tricks. Killing you and depriving you of any descendants was not a problem.
Even among the twelve sons of Emperor Taizu, ten were killed.
In the end, everyone couldn't stand it anymore and sat down at the table to talk again.
We can't play like this anymore.
Whoever dares to be so reckless will be punished by the whole world, thus establishing the general peace for the past three hundred years.
Even if General Long killed the direct descendant of Zhenwu Sect and the most beloved son of the headmaster, they never thought of sending people to kill the young children or kill General Long's family to take revenge.
Because this will only make both sides break through the bottom line again, until both sides can't stand it anymore, or one side falls.
"That must be a trouble-loving person, a sinister bastard."
Chu Qianqiu seemed to be able to see Commander Daxia's sinister smile.
He must have discovered that the conflict between the Shenwei Army and the imperial court was about to reach its peak, and the firewood between the two sides had reached a point where it was easy to burn.
Breaking through the bottom line at this time, the benefits are too great.
Things like the bottom line are not static. Once a bastard discovers that breaking the bottom line can bring him huge profits, he will definitely take the risk.
If it was done by Daxia officials, it would be even more terrifying than if Huang Qianhu was a careerist who single-handedly planned this incident.
The highest authority personally slaughtered young children. This is no longer something that can be explained by the behavior of a careerist.
This will be the beginning of the collapse of etiquette and the collapse of music, and it will directly enter an era where there is no lower limit for who can compete with each other.
"The one who created the figurines has no descendants."
"If it is really the work of Daxia's careerists, then we can only kill the instigator until there is no successor."
Chu Qianqiu sneered twice, put Feng Zhong's body into his room, covered it with a mat, chanted the Buddhist name for him twice, picked up a sword, put on a bamboo hat, and went out towards the market.
It was exactly 5pm.
The apprentices in the martial arts hall were still listening to Huang Qianhu's speech in the military camp.
The sun is just getting ready to get off work, and the market has not yet ended.
Tang Wulang, a well-known honest and reliable young man in the world, a resident of Baixiang Town, was selling the last basket of steamed buns.
"I'm selling steamed buns, hot steamed buns."
Yugoro was soliciting guests, but he saw a strange guest walking towards him with a sword in hand. He first put the sword on the cage and knocked it, and then said in a cold tone:
"Yugoro, what kind of steamed buns are you selling?"
"Meat buns, vegetable buns, fresh food buns, you name it." Wulang replied with a smile. He was well known among the neighbors for his good temper.
It is said that there was once a green man in the gang who poured foot-washing water on his face. Yugoro still smiled and said that he was wasting a puddle of good water.
Yugoro has a bad temper, but his business is doing well. Everyone says that his meat buns taste particularly good.
Even merchants from out of town will come here to buy a few to try.
The three eldest aunts and the sixth grandma in the neighborhood often introduced partners to him. Strangely enough, his third wife ran away with a businessman from out of town and disappeared without a trace.
From then on, Yugoro never took a wife again, so Yugoro wearing a hat was also famous among the idle people.
"Since we have everything, how about steamed buns made of dragon meat?"
Wulang narrowed his eyes, stared at the guest, and then laughed.
"The guests were joking. If we want to use earth dragon meat to make steamed buns, how many taels of silver will each bun cost?"
"I have plenty of money."
"But I only want the best buns, got it?"
The guest slapped 5 taels of silver and 17 Wen on the cage.
"Hey, my guest told me earlier that I am steaming the best shrimp buns at home. I guarantee your satisfaction."
"What if your buns don't satisfy me?"
"I'll compensate you for this shop, do you think so?" Yugoro was still smiling, and the people around him shook their heads after hearing this. Some people were originally going to come forward to give you some advice, but saw the guest showing his sword.
He could only shrink back, talking about Wulang's misfortune, and he encountered a blackmailer.
"That's pretty much it, let's go."
Soon the two of them were chasing all the way and came to Goro's residence. Compared with the slum where Miss Baizhu lived, Yugoro's residence was obviously much better. It actually had two bedrooms and one living room, which showed that he still made a lot of money selling steamed buns.
With only a small amount of money, there were many matchmakers for him.
"Who asked you to contact me?" Yugoro closed the door, his face immediately turned cold, and there was no longer any smile.
"Feng Zhong, or should be called Gray Snake."
Bad people like to use snakes as a metaphor for lurking people. The darker the color, the higher the quality. When Chu Qianqiu tortured Feng Zhong
"What happened? Do you want you to come to me directly?"
"You don't understand the rules so much. Don't you know that no one can contact me before get off work?"
Yugoro's pupils stood up, and at this moment he looked more like a poisonous snake than a living person.
"he died."
"How did you die?"
"have no idea."
"Then how did you know he was dead?"
"I haven't contacted you since Youshi. This is the only accident in the past three years."
"If an accident occurs, it means he is dead. He has been arrested. The situation is likely to have been exposed." Chu Qianqiu told lies seriously and continued to stimulate Tang Wulang, hoping to get more information.
Anyway, he can go back to the past at any time.
"So I'm here to inform you to evacuate immediately."
Chu Qianqiu was far away from Tang Wulang, and at the same time he was wary of him.
"This gray snake is really bad. We don't have such rules." Yugoro didn't know when he had a dagger in his hand.