Yang Yu set up a pergola with his hands and looked from a distance.
Under the dim sky, in front of Qingzhou City, which was crawling like a giant beast, a dark group of people stood motionless.
"It doesn't seem like a soldier..."
Yang Yu's eyes flickered slightly.
Seeing that all the prisoners in Qingzhou City were agitated, even the third-generation master of the Iron Sword Sect in the prison car couldn't help but feel fear.
Qingzhou City has arrived, which means that the day for their beheading is coming soon.
"Yang, Master Yang..."
The bodies of Zhao Qi and Jiang could not stop trembling, and they looked at Yang Yu with pleading eyes.
"Master Yang, seeing that I have been waiting for you all the way, please let me go. I swear that I will never do anything wrong again, and I will be a good person."
Jiang Du said hoarsely.
After walking for several months, he thought he had already accepted his fate, but now that he saw Qingzhou City, his heart was still filled with fear.
The other prisoners also trembled and begged, and even the three generations of Iron Sword Sect, young and old, who had been heartbroken all the way, started to cry hoarsely.
Looking around at the prisoners, Yang Yu knew very well that the prisoners' pleas at this moment were somewhat sincere and motivated by fear.
Can……
That night, the firelight of the Black Mountains floated in front of his eyes, and the wailing of refugees along the way, the desolate villages, and the frightened villagers flashed in his mind one by one.
"If I had known today, why bother in the beginning?"
Yang Prison took the riding whip from Zhao Qi's hand, flicked it in the air, and with the sound of explosion, the yellow gelding flew away.
"drive!"
…
…
Under Qingzhou City, there was silence.
Looking at the looming motorcade in the distance, many people turned around again.
The chariot surrounded by many soldiers also stopped.
Under the rays of the setting sun, the convoy gradually became clearer. There were one carriage, ten prison cars, and dozens of shackled prisoners.
Are they the officials escorting prisoners to Qingzhou?
There was some commotion in the crowd, but they could clearly see who was coming.
"A carriage came over with hundreds of prisoners?"
Some people are surprised.
"We have been waiting for such a long time. For such a big battle, we are waiting for this pinhead-sized figure? Haha..."
The prince, who was covered in silk clothes, sneered, and his voice was much louder:
"What a joke!"
He was laughing, but he was the only one laughing.
Who is the joke?
Many people cursed in their hearts, but they all looked at the chariot surrounded by soldiers.
Xiao Yiming took a surprised look and saw the bright eyes flashing behind the opened car curtain.
"Mr. Yu, does he know who the visitor is?"
The car curtain was lowered, and Nie Wendong's warm voice sounded.
"this…"
Yu Wanghai turned around and took a look, then bowed and responded: "It should be the police officer from Montenegro who sent the big criminals and important criminals in his jurisdiction..."
Having said this, Yu Wanghai paused slightly.
As the motorcade approached, he could see clearly that there were hundreds of prisoners in this group, but there were no guards anywhere.
this……
"Hiss! Is it this kid?!"
In the corner of the crowd, a big man in a green headhunter's uniform rubbed his eyes, as if he remembered something, and immediately took a few steps forward.
Bowing slightly towards the chariot:
"Prefect, the person coming is Yang Prison, the copper-badged head-catcher who escorts prisoners from six gates..."
"Bronze medal to catch the head?"
In the carriage, Nie Wendong's voice was slightly playful:
"I heard that Liumen recently rated a young man from Heishan County as a head catcher with a bronze medal? Is this the person?"
"yes."
Tie Feng replied bravely.
He was also full of curses in his heart. He never expected such a coincidence.
Of course he knew that the newly promoted Bronze Badge Chief was escorting important criminals, but he never expected that it would be today.
"Young hero, there is another elite in the six doors!"
In the carriage, there was a sound of praise:
"I heard that this young hero has made great achievements in suppressing the rebellion. I'll greet him. It's not a big deal."
"That's what my lord said."
A squire came closer and couldn't help but echoed the words.
"The state leader is ridiculously complimentary."
Tiefeng's heart sank, thinking that the state leader was speaking sarcastically and was about to say something to explain.
A scream was heard.
"Poison Dragon Village? Look, does that man look like the six leader of Dulong Village, 'Mountain Axe' Wen Si?"
There are many experts present.
As the vehicles approached, it gradually became clearer. Someone inadvertently glanced around and saw the people in a certain prison car, and immediately exclaimed again and again.
"I heard from a traveling merchant that a guard was escorting prisoners through Dulong Village a few days ago and picked up Sima Yang, the leader of Dulong Village?! Could it be this person?"
"Are you paying attention? I clearly heard that this man killed all the gangsters from Dulong Village!"
"How could a mere police officer choose Dulong Village?"
…
The crowd burst into exclamations of surprise.
As the Nanshan Road was opened, many merchants passing by arrived in Qingzhou in advance, so naturally they mentioned the previous events.
Passed around.
It turned out that a certain officer provoked the entire Dulong Village.
"If you have the martial arts skills to kill Sima Yang, can you still be just a servant?"
Someone raised an eyebrow in question.
Qingzhou City is stationed with the State Government Office, Six Gates, Jinyi Guards, and Qingzhou Army. It is the military and political center of Qingzhou. Wanted notices are posted all year round in the outer city.
Everyone present has heard of Sima Yang's name.
Dulong Village is located in a place full of poisonous miasma in Nanshan. Don't wait for anyone to go to encircle and suppress it. Even if you enter by mistake, your life will be in danger.
In the past, there were many people who wanted to do justice for heaven, but they often died in the poisonous miasma without even being able to see Sima Yang's face.
Even if they are lucky enough to pass through the poisonous miasma, the Poison Dragon Village occupies a natural barrier, with a road up and down the mountain, and a wave of bows and crossbows and huge rocks, but few can afford it.
When they heard that this man had killed Sima Yang, many people became interested, and even those who wanted to leave stopped.
"Picked Poison Dragon Village..."
The prince's eyes lit up, but Xiao Yiming narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, interesting."
In the carriage, Nie Wendong smiled faintly:
"Let's go."
"yes."
Yu Wanghai looked back at the visitor deeply, turned around and left.
Seeing Nie Wendong leave, most of the squires dispersed. They only agreed with Nie Wendong, but they did not take such a small person into their hearts.
Whether it's a police officer or a six-door catcher, to them, they are naturally not considered important people. A few glances is the limit.
If you kill a few bandits, what's the big deal?
"Um?"
Among the people who were either surprised, confused, or looking at him critically, Yang Yu pulled the reins of his horse and stared into the distance, seeing the old man walking away from the carriage.
"Great master?!"
Yang Yu held the waist knife tightly, feeling a huge warning sign in his heart.
With just one glance, he almost drew his sword and rose up. He had never seen such a tyrannical master in his entire journey.
The old man's martial arts skills were probably still superior to those of Cao Jinlie from the Hundred Household of Jin Yiwei that he had seen before.
With his mind settled, Yang Yu then looked at the crowd that was gradually dispersing but still large. There were not many experts in this group, but at a glance, almost all of them were people who had exchanged blood.
"Tsk, Qingzhou is different after all. There are so many rich people."
Yang Yu was flooded with thoughts.
Of course he would not think that these people were here to greet him.
I'm just afraid that these people are waiting for someone and they happen to be met by me.
"Are you Yang Yu?!"
A burly, dark man had already jumped out.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
This man is unusually tall and tall, but not bloated. He walks with nimble steps and his martial arts skills are not weak.
"I am the six-door hunter, Tiefeng."
As soon as Tiefeng handed over his hand, a lot of police officers came out of the crowd and stepped forward to take over the prisoner.
"It turns out to be the iron catcher."
Yang Yu returned the favor and allowed a group of detectives to take over the prisoners.
"Brother Yang has gained a lot from this experience."
Looking at the team of prisoners, which numbered a hundred people, Tie Feng was a little stunned and a little envious.
The six doors are different from the state government offices.
It's all about merit.
If you have merit, you can be promoted and make a fortune. If you have merit, you can exchange for elixirs and martial arts. You can even consume your merit to get a place in the yamen or even the capital.
"so far so good."
Yang Yu exchanged a few casual greetings and then asked why these people gathered here.
When he mentioned this, Tie Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly and started talking about the origins of the story.
"Xu Wenji?"
Yang Prison was heartbroken.
Except for this big shot from the capital, no one could welcome so many people. I was just a little surprised to hear that the state leader Nie Wendong was here.
The last time I heard this name was from Li Eryi's mouth.
In his words, without this state leader, there would be no Changliu Mountain...
"Brother Yang, please try to be more careful after entering the city. Qingzhou is no better than Heishan County, and even the six gates cannot run rampant..."
Tiefeng hesitated to speak, but made a vague suggestion.
"Thank you, Iron Catcher, for reminding me."
Yang Yu clasped his fists.
He also thought of being careful, although he has never been a person who likes to cause trouble.
"Sir, the registration has been made."
A policeman came forward with a book in hand, glanced at Yang Yu with envy, and replied:
"Except for the prisoners in Heishan County, Mr. Yang has captured a total of seventy-six bandits, seventeen of whom are on wanted orders..."
"Brother Yang has entered the city for now and will report to Liumen tomorrow. These thieves may be worth half of their 'great merit'..."
Tiefeng's breathing became rapid, he managed to say something, and left with the prisoners in his arms.
Before leaving, the eyes of all the prisoners became extremely vicious.
Especially Yan Jinglue and Guan Shanshui in the prison car. If looks could kill, Yang Prison would be riddled with holes at this time.
"call!"
When all the prisoners were taken away, Yang Yu suddenly felt relaxed.
Although he didn't seem to care much about these prisoners, he didn't take it lightly along the way. At this time, he was relieved of the burden and felt very good for a while.
Not caring about the group of passers-by who were still pointing around, he stepped into Qingzhou City.
The sun is about to set.
But the city of Qingzhou was bustling with hustle and bustle, with all kinds of vendors, merchants, and people carrying knives and swords everywhere.
Walking out of the tall city gate, Yang Yu's eyes couldn't help but light up.
I felt that everyone I saw was full of energy, and at a glance, the strong energy and blood almost reflected half of the sky red.
"Snapped!"
Prison guard Yang raised his hand and knocked down the palm that slapped him.
Turn around and look.
A slightly oily young man held his fists in his hands and asked with a smile: