Chapter 311 Sir, Yang Yu will no longer be an official! (Third update)
Huhu~
The autumn wind has blown through the house, and wherever it passes, whether it is servants, guards or a group of masters in uniforms, everyone feels chilly.
In this calm voice, they heard the ultimate disgust and hatred.
For a moment, I actually felt a little sympathy for Nie Wendong, who fell to the ground, had his mandible crushed, and couldn't even scream.
The powerful vitality supported him and allowed him to survive such a severe injury, but he would definitely regret that he did not die and hate his tyrannical and inhuman vitality.
"grown ups!"
Everyone was silent except for Fengyun Erwei, whose eyes were about to burst. But looking at the red-clothed blood-stained figure, he really lost the courage to take action.
After Liang Liang looked at each other, they smiled miserably and slapped each other on the forehead. With a muffled sound, they both died at the same time.
But he couldn't save his lord, couldn't defeat him and couldn't escape. He didn't want to be tortured like this, so he chose to commit suicide.
"Amitabha."
The monk's breath was long enough, and Yuan Jue lasted for more than half an hour. During this period, he was hit by countless gravels and sword energy, and his face was covered with blood. However, it was only then that he breathed out his last breath:
"It seems that the monk's life was not sold at a good price..."
Having said that, he died of anger.
There were only a few streaks of light that could not be seen or touched by others, flowing out from his body and sinking into the void in front of Yang Yu's chest.
After the ceremony, the purple-gold evil-swallowing treasure gourd has become spiritual and will independently search for the fate of the deceased who is about to disappear.
"Killing people with no more than a nod, don't you think it's too much?"
Yang Xuanying covered her face with a fan, narrowed her eyes slightly, and was very worried in her heart.
It seems that this person has not been in the Four Passes for too long, but he successively defeated the old monk Yuanjue and Nie Wendong, who was pregnant with the Tao Fruit.
But first he used a dominating fist, and then he used Qinglong Zhengang, Qinglong Nine Kills, this is really incredible.
The former is fine, there are many eight thousand mysterious knights under the command of King Zhao of Xifu who know this boxing technique, but the latter two are secret martial arts passed down by King Long Yuan.
How could he...
"You want to show off?"
Yang Yu shook his arm, blood dripping down, his expression cold.
Naturally, he did not kill him. Otherwise, with Nie Wendong's pampered body, he could be beaten into a pulp with just one punch. It would take a long time for the blood to affect his body.
And the reason why he held back was not only to humiliate him, but also because of the special characteristics of Hanba.
Drought demons are immortal, neither humans nor ghosts. According to legend, they are freaks who are not in the Three Realms or the Five Elements. They have all kinds of miraculous qualities.
What is most talked about is naturally its 'immortality' feature.
According to legend, a drop of Hanba's blood can create a group of ghouls, and even after the death of the deity, he can use that drop to write a rebirth. This is a magical power that cannot be stopped by human power.
Nie Wendong wanted to die, so he verified his guess from the side. This old guy also had a hidden agenda.
"How about getting ahead?"
Yang Xuanying glanced at Xu Wenji, who had no expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his heart couldn't help but feel sudden.
Could this Yang Yu really have any background?
"Come ahead and come."
Yang Yu picked up the half-dead Nie Wendong with one hand and walked towards him:
"Otherwise get out!"
"you!"
Yang Xuanying was furious, but seeing Xu Wenji's indifference, Qiu Zhanyu and others' cold eyes, and angry fingers trembling, she still endured it.
"You know, if you leave this door today, it will be difficult to come in again."
Yang Yu's footsteps paused, and Xu Wenji's voice came from behind him. He sighed, feeling a little desolate:
"You are still young and your future is limitless. How about you leave him a while and let me handle it? The road in the world is rugged and not as convenient as the public gate. You..."
"Sir..."
Yang Yu was silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and said, "If your clothes are torn, you can mend them, but if your heart is broken, can you still live?"
"How can you know if you don't try?"
Xu Wenji's tone became increasingly tired, and he already understood Yang Yu's thoughts.
The feeling of powerlessness in his heart became more and more intense.
The person in front of me clearly still has enthusiasm and may not become a pillar, but I can't keep him...
"Sir, do you want to force Yang to stay?"
Yang Prison spoke.
“We are old and can’t stay anymore!”
Xu Wenji sighed again, but his eyes did not leave Yang Yu:
"Before, I always thought that I still had time to finish all these chores and have a long chat with you..."
He waved his hand and said in a low voice:
"Before I say goodbye, I just want to ask you, what kind of person will you be when you leave?"
"What kind of person do you want to be?"
Yang Yu chewed on the old man's words, pondered for a moment, then turned around and left. In just a few steps, he was already out of the front yard. Within a few breaths, no one was seen.
Only the voice echoed:
"I'd rather take the madness than the country's wishes!"
"I'd rather take the madness than the country's wishes..."
Xu Wenji repeated it, somewhat lost in thought.
"My lord!"
Seeing Yang Prison leaving as if there was no one around, Yang Xuanying spoke with a livid face and a very stiff tone:
"As a veteran of two dynasties and an important minister of the country, do you just sit back and watch a murderer capture and kill the leader of a state in broad daylight without any hindrance?!"
Qiu Zhanyu's face darkened, and when he was about to speak, Xu Wenji had already spoken:
"You are young and strong and can't stand back. How can I, an old guy with only a few bones, stop such a murderer?"
"Sir..."
Yang Xuanying’s face twitched:
"This junior is beyond our capabilities, but you..."
Before he could finish his words, he was completely interrupted by a crisp 'click' sound. He looked in shock and saw golden beans falling to the ground.
"Nie Wendong's guess is good..."
Xu Wenji turned around and left slowly:
"I don't have that many treasures that can turn into enemies by spreading beans..."
"..."
Xu Wenji drifted away, followed closely by a group of guards in golden robes escorting a group of people. Not long after, only Yang Xuanying was left in the same place, her face turning blue and white.
I was speechless for a long time.
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call!
The long street in front of the gate of the mansion had already been crowded with people watching the excitement. Among them were traders, soldiers, warriors, or spies from various families.
But no matter who it was, they were all frightened when they saw a guard in red clothes stained with blood carrying a mummy that was extremely miserable and could only breathe out but not inhale.
When someone in the crowd recognized who the mummy was, they let out an exclamation, and everyone inside and outside the street fell silent, falling into a dead silence.
This is Nie Wendong!
Nie Wendong, the lord of a state and a high-ranking official in the border areas, is an absolutely big shot in the entire Ming Dynasty!
In this land of Qingzhou, he is almost the most powerful person in the world. Who would have thought that he would be beaten to death in his own house!
Still in broad daylight, under the clear sky!
Outside the mansion, in front and behind the long street, hundreds of people seemed to have lost their voices, only the sound of neither light nor heavy footsteps was heard, and countless emotions surged in their hearts.
let!
Yang Yu walked slowly and unhurriedly, and no one blocked him wherever he passed. When he saw him from a distance, everyone was giving way.
call!
The white crane spread its wings, but before it could land, it flew up to the sky again. It seemed that something terrible was there and it didn't dare to stay for a long time.
Qin Si landed, but before she could step forward, the little Taoist boy had already rushed forward, jumping three feet high, trembling with excitement:
"Nine kills of the Azure Dragon, Nine Kills of the Azure Dragon! Where did you learn it? Teach me, teach me!"
The little Taoist boy witnessed the whole process and was excited for a long time. He thought that this is what a man should do. He hid in the corner and quietly drew the symbols. It shouldn't be too obscene!
"If you dare to learn from King Long Yuan, I will teach you."
Yang Yu glanced at him.
Hearing King Long Yuan, the little Taoist priest was immediately discouraged and turned around gloomily. However, he remembered something again and began to question his guilt:
"I almost forgot, why did you knock me out in the valley?!"
"My little ancestor!"
Niu San, who was a few steps behind, heard this and rushed over to apologize: "If Master Yang hadn't saved you, before you..."
Halfway through his words, he couldn't go on. Isn't this exposing someone's scars?
But he still bowed repeatedly, expressing gratitude from the bottom of his heart.
If Yang Yu hadn't knocked out the little Taoist boy, he couldn't imagine the consequences...
"Brother Yang, do you want to go to a restaurant?"
Qin Si stepped forward and asked, seeing that Yang Yu seemed to be going to Chunfeng Tower, her heart tightened slightly.
Yang Prison nodded:
"want to drink."
As he spoke, Chunfeng Tower was already close at hand, and as he walked along, the news had already reached Chunfeng Tower. By the time Yang Yu walked into Chunfeng Tower, it was already empty.
Only the shopkeeper came forward tremblingly.
"Place twenty tables for me on the ninth floor, and bring up all the good wine you can have!"
After throwing off the last golden ticket, Yang Yu didn't say much, but carried Nie Wendong upstairs.
"No, don't you want food?"
After receiving a negative reply, the shopkeeper did not dare to neglect and hurriedly gave orders. There was only one table of guests in the entire restaurant, so the speed was naturally very fast. In a short time, twenty jars of wine began to be served.
"Nie, why are you..."
Upon hearing the news of his return, Li Eryi hurriedly came out. Yang Yu went up to the ninth floor, and he caught up with him. He was horrified to see Nie Wendong, who was looking like a dead dog.
He had met Nie Wendong, and he was grateful for it. If he hadn't rushed to Deyang Mansion, he might not have been able to make it through the rice porridge with clear soup and little water.
"Get a knife."
Yang Prison did not reply to him, but asked him to get a knife. Li Eryi was stunned, but he went back to get it. Not long after, he came back with the knife.
"Will the boning knife work?"
"As long as it's a knife."
Yang Yu took the knife, put it on the table, and stretched out his hand again, closing Nie Wendong's mandible.
"ah!"
As soon as it was closed, there was a shrill scream. Nie Wendong was in agony, and his mouth was full of obscene words, which prompted Yang Yu to remove his jaw again.
"Brother Yang, what are you doing?"
Qin Si frowned slightly. She was not a polite person, but Nie Wendong's miserable situation really made people's hearts ache.
"Before entering the valley, I promised to treat them to a drink..."
Yang Yu looked slightly gloomy.
First it was Cao Jinlie, then Qian Jinge and other royal guards. It was difficult to honor the two drinks they had made...
Qin Si was silent, then stood up and poured wine for Yang Yu. She poured all the wine bowls on the twenty tables, and the aroma of wine overflowed.