Climbing high and looking into the distance, Yang Yu felt murderous intent rising in his heart.
How miserable are the refugees?
Yang Yu still remembers the scene when he just crossed over, there were no weeds on the roadside, and there were only corpses on the roadside.
If he wasn't really forced into a desperate situation, how could he eat dirt?
Looking at the blazing fire in the distance, there seemed to be wailing in his ears again. Even though he was no longer a refugee, he still hated such people deeply.
kill?
Huang Sixiang glanced at Yang Yu with a little surprise, then nodded, and with a slight step, he rushed towards the blazing fire like an eagle.
咻咻咻咻~
His light skill was extremely good, and he flew past like a roc spreading its wings, suddenly it was dozens of feet high, and the air flow was soaring.
But the moment it swept across, the sound of piercing the sky was heard quickly disappearing away.
Looking again, I heard screams outside the fire scene.
The thieves pretending to be night pilgrims were horrified and fled one after another, but they were still shot to the ground by the ghostly arrows.
It was dark at this time, smoke was billowing outside the fire scene, and visibility was extremely low.
But Huang Sixiang saw clearly that all the fleeing thieves had their limbs stabbed through. Those who broke free were nailed to the ground or walls before they could escape again.
The arrows appear and disappear, making bursts of shrill sounds as they pierce the air. There is absolutely no waste. Whenever an arrow comes out, someone will fall to the ground.
It shows his extremely superb archery skills.
"This archery skill..."
Huang Sixiang's heart couldn't help but move.
He has experienced a lot in his life. In the martial arts world, in the army, and in the court, what kind of master has he not seen?
If this boy was just an expert in archery, he wouldn't have cared much about it. What surprised him was that this boy didn't hesitate at all when he shot the arrow.
Neither the billowing smoke nor the night seemed to exist at all in his eyes.
The skill of an arrow that can penetrate a poplar with a hundred steps and hit a hundred hits is nothing, but the speed of this kid's arrows is...
call!
Almost the moment Huang Sixiang landed, the fire scene was already surrounded by thieves who set fire. Some of them had their limbs nailed through, screaming and struggling, or they were nailed to the wall, and died miserably.
He could see clearly that almost all those he shot to death were brave and fearless people who were suspected of being dead soldiers.
Huang Sixiang turned around suddenly, and in the night, the boy's figure had disappeared.
With his Qing Gong, how long would it take to cover a distance of more than a hundred feet?
Just less than three breaths.
In such a short period of time, the boy had already shot thirty or forty arrows, without missing a beat. He killed those who deserved to be killed and kept those who deserved to be alive.
"Good boy, good boy..."
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The raging fire burned for half the night before it was completely extinguished. Although the nearby residences were far away, the fire did not spread.
But the ashes after burning were like black snow, covering less than half of the outer city of Qingzhou.
Early the next morning, the entire Qingzhou City was under martial law.
There were more than ten times the number of soldiers and government officials patrolling back and forth than usual. They started searching house to house with the fire scene as the center.
Even a few families are no exception.
"What a fire..."
Standing by the window on the sixth floor of the restaurant, Jiese looked at the ruins of the granary in the distance where the smoke still lingered, and shook his head slightly:
"Opening the granary to store grain during the day is enough to prove that there is grain in the granary. There is a fire at night and the deficit is covered up. It is really a good trick..."
He is a monk, but he is not stupid.
How important is Qingzhou Granary?
It is expressly prohibited, even state shepherds and generals are not allowed to bring fire near. How could a fire happen out of thin air?
It's okay to have dry weather in the summer, but now it's the middle of winter.
"A scribe kills a person a hundred times more than a warrior. At this point, I understand this sentence somewhat."
Yang Yu turned the wine glass, his eyes darkened.
"Amitabha."
The monk Jingse put his hands together and looked compassionate.
Tap tap tap~
The two of them chatted wordlessly, and not long after, they heard a series of heavy footsteps.
A group of government officials came in a hurry and went up to the sixth floor.
When the leader saw Yang Yu, he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice:
"Yang Captou, the state leader has an order, please go to the state government office..."
Seeing that Yang Yu was silent, he added: "All the reputable people in Qingzhou are invited, so you don't have to worry..."
"so…"
Yang Yu felt convinced and nodded in agreement.
The yamen officer breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left to inform others.
"Donor Yang will leave on his own. The young monk is waiting here and will not leave."
Rebooting is very interesting.
Unexpectedly, Yang Prison shook his head: "I won't go."
"Um?"
Jingse was slightly startled: "Why don't you go?"
"The six gates are independent of the military and government. I am not under his jurisdiction, so why should I care about him?"
Yang Yu picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp:
"It's nothing more than forcing people to take sides. I don't care about these things in officialdom."
"That's true."
Jiese scratched his scalp.
"Okay, little master, please have some fast food here, I'll go and come back."
Yang Prison put down the money and got up to go out.
Monk Jingse was slightly confused, but he still stayed in the restaurant. Seeing that Yang Yu had left a lot of money, he was moved and asked the restaurant owner to replace the vegetarian dishes with steamed buns.
Carrying it out of the city.
Apart from restaurants, he couldn't find any place to buy food, and restaurants didn't have much food, most of which were wine and vegetables, which was enough to satisfy his appetite.
But for tens of thousands of refugees outside the city, it is really a drop in the bucket.
Today's Qingzhou is even more lively than yesterday. The fire in the granary has made people panic, and people are discussing it in the streets and alleys.
As Yang Yu listened, he felt that Qingzhou was gradually becoming chaotic. He shook his head and walked into the blacksmith shop.
This blacksmith shop is the largest in Qingzhou City.,
The shop is very small, but it occupies most of the street inside. There are hundreds of blacksmiths working alone, and the atmosphere is full of fireworks.
Seeing Yang Yu coming in, all the blacksmiths looked a little strange.
The shopkeeper came up to us, a muscular man with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, you came just in time, what you asked for is ready!"
"As expected of a time-honored brand in Qingzhou, it moves really fast."
Yang Yu slightly praised.
At this time, two big men carried a heavy box over and carefully placed it at Yang Yu's feet.
"Thousand taels of gold beans, not a single penny is missing. Your Majesty can check by yourself..."
The shopkeeper opened the box and suddenly it was filled with golden light.
All the blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop were stagnant in their breathing. Looking at the golden glow, they couldn't move their eyes away.
But that's all.
This was the bronze-badged head catcher of the Six Doors, and he had countless lives on his hands. Although he was envious and jealous, he did not dare to reveal the slightest malice.
"Thank you."
Yang Yu took a look and saw that the wooden box was filled with golden beans, all of which were made of golden beans. Each one was as plump as a person's little finger.
He was very satisfied, paid the silver, closed the lid, and walked out the door carrying the wooden box and another bag under the surprised and envious eyes of the blacksmiths.
Thousand taels of gold may seem like a lot, but in fact it is only a hundred catties. To Yang Yu, it is not much heavier than a piece of straw.
But this is all Yang Yu's wealth is due to his hard work.
"My sleeves are empty..."
Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Yang Yu's heart was bleeding.
Gold is expensive but silver is cheap in Qingzhou, so the official prices have long been of no reference value.
One tael of gold is equivalent to twenty taels of silver, which can feed a family of five people for three years.
One thousand taels is enough for a family of five people to feed them for three thousand years!
From the unification of Emperor Qin to today...
A small part of this gold came from his salary at Six Gates, but most of it was contributed by Iron Sword Gate, Golden Blade Gate and many cottages on the road.
After melting these thousand taels of gold beans, he was completely left with no money left.
"How many ingredients can I refine with these thousand taels of gold?"
Yang Yu had thoughts swirling in his mind.
He has gained so much along the way, such as fine gold armor, ten steps to kill, black whale swallowing the sea, traveling around the six realms and other ingredients that can be refined.
However, due to the insufficient energy storage of the Cauldron of Gluttony, he could only watch helplessly.
Therefore, he learned from the pain and decided to melt the thousand taels of gold. After eight or nine days, it was finally done.
call!
At this time, there was a breeze rising and falling behind me.
Yang Yuan alertly turned around and saw that there was no one at the end of the alley. The old servant he saw last night was standing there, smiling and nodding towards him.
"Gold, silver, mercury, black iron..."
With a slight glance, Huang Sixiang was a little surprised:
"Is Liumen's salary so high?"
Thousand taels of gold, this is not a small amount.
In the huge Qingzhou City, there are probably only a few dozen individuals who can easily take out so much gold. Is this kid so rich?
"Senior, what is your intention behind following me?"
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
It is naturally very dangerous for a child to enter a busy city with money, but with his current strength, he can do anything.
"Why don't you invite me to your house for a cup of tea?"
Huang Sixiang smiled slightly.
Yang Yu made a guess in his mind, but did not refuse. He nodded and walked home.
On the way, I also casually asked about what happened last night.
"It's not a secret. Last night, I was waiting outside the granary, but my lord summoned the four families and other big families in Qingzhou City to go to the inn..."
"The matter of the granary has been resolved. Not only the granary, but also some of the subsequent matters have also been resolved."
Huang Sixiang's words are unclear.
Yang Prison became more and more curious.
But he doesn't know how to transmit secret messages. It's not good to talk to oneself on the street.
While talking, the two of them had returned to the small courtyard. Yang Yu closed the courtyard door, poured a cup of tea for Huang Sixiang, and then asked:
"It's hard for a strong dragon to defeat a local snake. Is it so easy for the four families to submit?"
"It is said that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, but does this local snake refer to Nie Wendong, or does it refer to the Four Families?"
Huang Sixiang blew the tea cup gently:
"A Qingzhou city cannot tolerate two local snakes! Will they really share the same hatred with you when the Lord comes? No, they will only bite harder!"
"The tea is a bit bad."
After taking a sip, Huang Sixiang put down the cup. Seeing that he was silent, he smiled:
"Master, he won't stay in Qingzhou for long..."
"I'm afraid it won't be that simple, right?"
Yang Yu was thoughtful.
Even though Nie Wendong and the Four Families were each other's biggest rivals, there was already a weak balance between the two. How could it be broken so easily?
"There are too many complicated things in it. Not to mention you, even I may not be able to see clearly."
Huang Sixiang shook his head slightly:
"Although I don't quite understand it, the result is that the four major families surrendered precisely because of this state leader..."
"Nie Wendong?"
Yang Yu's heart suddenly moved.
I remembered the rumor that when Xu Wenji left Beijing for Qingzhou, he brought a blank document with him...
I was thinking about it and asked.
"That's not true...eh?!"
Huang Sixiang said, his heart also moved, and he felt slightly enlightened:
"No wonder you didn't go to the state office after entering the city, but went to the inn by yourself. I see..."
The two of them looked at each other, feeling a little stunned.
Xu Wenji brought a blank document to Qingzhou, who was most worried?
Of course, it is Nie Wendong who may be replaced at any time!
From the moment Nie Wendong came out of the city to greet him, to the way he acted before the refugees, he was indeed showing weakness...
Xu Wenji was lukewarm, but he did not directly take the position of state pastor. As expected, Nie Wendong was also very sensible and sold the four families...
Thinking about it this way, the people who burned the granary came from the four major families, and who did the idea come from?
Although he didn't know if his guess was correct, Yang Yu was extremely wary of these two people.
"Is this officialdom..."
The two were silent for a long time.
Only then did Yang Prison remember to ask the old man why he was here.
Huang Sixiang just came back to his senses, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: