"Damn?" Zhou Ping was stunned, his face changed urgently, and his eyes were a little dizzy. "No, the tea is poisonous!"
He forced himself to get up but felt sore and weak, and sat down again and said dizzy: "What's going on?"
Seeing this, Lu Ye knew that poisoning should have nothing to do with Zhou Ping.
He just realized that the tea was poisonous because the talent tree had some abnormal reactions and just pretended not to know.
But he didn't expect that Zhou Ping was actually poisoned, since he wasn't arranging someone to poison him, then...
The sound of clothes fluttering sounded, and a man with a big belly stepped out on the inside of the side hall, looking a little majestic. Behind him was a half-large old man dressed in a Confucian scholar and holding a feather fan.
Crazy, at the gate, another group of people stepped in, each with bad expressions.
"Master Lord?" Zhou Ping was stunned when he saw this scene, and had no idea what had happened.
The city lord said nothing, just sat on his lord chair, his eyes drifting.
The half-big old man who looked like a Confucian scholar stood beside the city lord, looking as if he was disappointed, and pointed Zhou Ping with a feather fan: "Boy Zhou Ping, you have caused a big disaster!"
"Mr. Meng, what does this mean?" Zhou Ping asked angrily. Although he was honest, he was not stupid. If he said that he didn't understand what was going on just now, he had already guessed.
Mr. Meng sighed and said, "How can the Black Turban Army be provoked? In front of the city gate, the Thirty Black Turbans are killed. There will be no way to let it go. The troops will come to the city soon. Ding'an may suffer a lot!"
Zhou Ping said: "So I invited Mr. Lu to come and join us in the bandit army!"
Mr. Meng said: "Do you think that with my Ding'an's strength, can you block the black scarf?"
"I should defend myself to the death!" Zhou Ping was weak and powerless, and even the flow of spiritual power was frozen, but his words were loud and loud.
Mr. Meng shook his head and said, "The foundation of the Shifang City is much stronger than that of us. It was also flattened by Black Turban three months ago. After the city was broken, Black Turban massacre the city for ten days. The entire Shifang City was empty. The lessons of the previous cars are vivid in my mind!" He changed his tone and looked heartbroken: "And the Black Turban Scout came here just to ask us for some food. Their current battlefield is not here. We gave it to him. Why do you kill people?"
Zhou Ping widened his eyes: "Black scarf kills my people, and we still have to give him money and food? Mr. Meng, do you want to listen to what you are saying?" He looked angry: "Even if Mr. Lu doesn't take action today, I will take action!"
Mr. Meng's face turned cold: "Zhou Ping, you are beyond help!"
Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and shouted: "Meng Deyun, I think you are helpless! Do you think they would not have committed any crimes if you gave the black towel money and food? You are afraid you have forgotten how Huangyecheng was broken."
"Huangyecheng..." Meng Deyun frowned. Of course, he had heard about Huangyecheng. The situation encountered by Huangyecheng at that time was similar to today, so Huangyecheng cooperated very well.
Zhou Ping no longer talked to Meng Deyun, but looked at the city lord who had been silent: "Sir, we cannot repeat the same mistakes as Huangye City has learned from the past! The Black Turban Army's appetite cannot be satisfied. If you give him money and food today, he will ask you to open the city gate in the future. At that time, the people in the city will be slaughtered. Instead of doing this, it is better to rise up and resist!"
The big belly lord was silent and said for a long time: "Although Huangye City was destroyed, half of the people are still alive, which is much better than Shifang City."
Zhou Ping looked unbelievable: "Don't you know that most of the living people are women, and Black Turban specially left their lives to act as military prostitutes!"
"It's not just women." The city lord waved his hand, "If you have cultivation, they will recruit you and will not kill you easily."
Zhou Ping widened his eyes: "Sir, do you want to surrender to the black scarf?"
Meng Deyun shouted angrily: "You are not forced by you yet! If there was no such disaster in Ding'an, if I hadn't been today, how could I have such a disaster?"
Zhou Ping looked at him and then at the city lord. Even if he was honest, he finally understood what was going on. He said in a low voice: "So you poisoned the tea, Mr. Lu and I are your bargaining chips for your surrender?"
The city lord said, "You are not, this person is!" He turned to look at Lu Ye, "He killed the Black Turban man, and we can only be safe if he handed him over."
"What about Ding'an's people?" Zhou Ping still held the last glimmer of hope.
"Some untouchables, don't worry about their life or death."
Zhou Ping's lips were stuttering, his face turned red, and he held it in for a long time before he roared angrily: "I am really ashamed of you scum! I didn't expect you to be so bad!"
Meng Deyun shouted fiercely: "Zhou Ping, be careful that disaster comes from your mouth!"
Zhou Ping sneered, ignored him at all, and just turned his head to look at Lu Ye apologized: "Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry for Zhou's harm to you this time."
Seeing that Lu Ye was very strong and kindly recruited him, he didn't expect to bring him such a big crisis.
"Nothing." Lu Ye, who had been silent, spoke lightly, and then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he picked up his teacup and drank it all in one go, "It tastes good!"
Then he slowly got up, shook his neck, and a crackling sound immediately came from the neck.
"You..." Meng Deyun looked at Lu Ye in shock, feeling something was wrong, and did not dare to hesitate, and immediately waved his hand: "Catch him!"
A soothing sound rang out, several thick ropes flew out in an interlaced manner, and several figures moved up and down, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Ye was tied into a rice dumpling.
Meng Deyun finally breathed a sigh of relief. He saw Lu Ye standing up and thought the poison was useless. He stared at Lu Ye deeply: "Young man, it's not a bad thing to be chivalrous, but it depends on where it is used. It's a blame for killing someone you shouldn't have to kill."
Lu Ye looked at him with a weak expression: "I killed..."
A bang bang suddenly came out, and the rope that trapped him seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, instantly breaking and the cuts were neatly arranged.
Lu Ye took a step forward and had arrived in front of Meng Deyun.
This Confucian scholar also practiced his practice. Seeing this, his face changed drastically. He raised his palm and slapped Lu Ye’s chest hard, urging all his spiritual power.
Lu Ye did not move at all, but Meng Deyun's wrist hurt so much that he felt ache.
Then he felt his head being pinched, and Lu Ye leaned over and almost pressed his face against him: "... they are all damn people, such as you!"
Meng Deyun was shocked and was about to break free from Lu Ye's restraint. His head hurt and he had no response.
"You are looking for death!" The city lord with a big belly shouted angrily, and his fat big hands gathered together instantly, as if they turned into a bird's beak, and suddenly pecked at Lu Ye's waist and eyes.
When his wrist tightened, a not-so-large hand grabbed his wrist. He was frightened and wanted to pull it away, but the other party's hand was like an iron hoop, and he could not move even if he was imprisoned.
Severe pain came from the wrist, and even the sound of bone shattering came out.
"Ah!" the city lord screamed.
The screams came to an abrupt end. Lu Ye took back the fist that was blasted out, and blood was flying in front of him, and a fat headless corpse slowly fell down.
Zhou Ping, who was weak and weak, was shocked.
He knew that Lu Ye was good at strength, otherwise he would not have been able to kill so many black scarves by himself, but he never expected that he was so strong.
As far as he knew, Meng Deyun had opened seven orifices, and the city lord even opened eight orifices. How many orifices did Lu Ye open? Nine orifices? Nine orifices didn’t have such terrifying pressure to crush.
Just as he was lost, Lu Ye had already started a massacre.
Short screams sounded, and in just three breaths, the entire hall became quiet.
The strong bloody smell was disgusting. Zhou Ping's face was pale. Looking at Lu Ye, who was standing in the middle of the hall and was not stained with a drop of blood, he could not come back to his senses for a moment.
Then he realized something, the city lord was dead, what should I do in Ding'an City?
Half a day later, an order came from the city lord's mansion and informed the whole city.
The original city lord made a mistake in his practice, became possessed by the devil, and died of serious injuries. Zhou Ping of the Zhou family took over as the city lord!
A mobilization order was issued along with this order.
What happened in front of the city gate today was too big. In just half a day, it had spread throughout Ding'an. Countless Ming people were frightened and obviously knew what the consequences would be if they provoked the Black Turban Army, and they were even more confused about the future.
They have heard of the style of the Black Turban Army. Even if Huangye City is actively cooperated, the outcome will not be very good. If the Black Turban Army is allowed to break through Ding'an, there will inevitably be another tragic massacre.
In such an atmosphere, the mobilization order issued by the City Lord's Mansion was very timely. Even a lot of aspiring people gathered in the City Lord's Mansion to express their willingness to obey the order.
Among them, although most of them have not practiced their cultivation, the gap between monks and mortals in such a world is not so great, especially when the two armies are facing each other. If the army is facing each other and the soldiers are brave and fearless, it is not difficult to kill monks with the body of mortals.
The entire Ding'an City was integrated in less than two days and entered a state where it could face the enemy at any time.
"Sir, everything is ready now. There are ten spies outside to spy on information. Whenever the Black Turban Army is close to Ding'an, there will be news to report." Zhou Ping stood respectfully in front of Lu Ye in the city lord's mansion and reported the situation.
This kind of respect does not only come from the powerful strength Lu Ye showed before, but also has other aspects.
The city lord died and Zhou Ping had no choice but to take over the position. It was Lu Ye's suggestion. Because Ding'an needed a backbone, he was naturally not suitable as an outsider. As one of the three major families of Ding'an, Zhou Ping had this qualification, so the matter of taking over was not abrupt.
The following measures were also implemented under the guidance of Lu Ye. Now it seems that the effect is very good, especially after the city lord's mansion publicized the cruelty of the black scarf and the consequences of breaking the city, although Ding'an Mingren was frightened, they had already twisted up and down in a short time.
Everyone wants to survive, but no one wants to die. Since that’s the case, we can only work together to protect Ding'an.