The misty red sun did not bring a few rays of warmth.
Amidst the falling snowflakes, and in the Black Mountain City that looked like ruins, there were cries everywhere.
"you…"
Seeing the disciple whose clothes were stained with blood but whose whole body seemed to have been reborn, Old Man Wei was filled with doubts and surprises, but he still did not ask any questions.
Just nodded:
"It's okay."
"It's good that you're okay."
Yang Yu's heart was shattered, and his tense spirit relaxed.
Immediately, he couldn't help but groan because of the stinging pain all over his body. This was the injury he suffered last night, and it was also a sign that his body was overwhelmed by the unrestrained use of strength.
"You're seriously injured."
Wei He frowned.
At a glance, he could tell that Yang Yu was seriously injured. Not to mention the seven bleeding arrow wounds all over his body, he recognized the palm prints on his half-naked chest.
That is the secret superior martial arts of the Liansheng Cult, the Great Power Palm.
He had seen it from secret reports and knew that the training method of this palm technique was from the outside to the inside, but its power was exerted from the inside to the outside.
Once hit, the force of the palm penetrates all the way, breaking the bones and muscles, and damaging the internal organs.
"After killing so many people, how can there be no injuries?"
Yang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, compared to the joy of suppressing the outpouring of anger, what is this pain?
After staring at Yang Yu for a long time, Wei He still had to sigh:
"I really made a mistake."
"This is not the first time you have said this."
Yang Yu soothed his sore and tingling body, and Guan Shanshui, who was pressed by Wei He, roared in a low voice:
"How could it be you? How could it be you? Sir, where is your lord?"
He was extremely shocked.
He recognized the big bow held by Yang Yu, and also saw that the seven bloody holes on his body were all arrow wounds, as well as the palm prints of the mighty god.
What this means is simply self-evident.
But what puzzled him was that even though this kid seemed to have changed a lot now, his inner energy seemed to be only at the level of a second blood exchange.
But how is this possible?
"Ha~"
Yang Yu's expression was slightly cold, and the blade of the blade glowed:
"If you walk faster, you might be able to catch up with me on the Huangquan Road."
"Stay here!"
Weihe was blocked by a sword.
Dang rang~
When the two swords touched each other, Wei He trembled all over and almost fell to his knees.
He raised his head again and looked at Yang Yu as if he had seen a ghost.
"Master, the city is in chaos and we cannot allow this evil to continue."
Yang Yu put away his knife.
Wei He was stunned for a while before he regained his composure and said in a deep voice:
"It would be refreshing to kill them all together, but if there are no witnesses, it will be difficult for the criminal to explain what happened today."
Among the counties in Shunde Prefecture, Heishan City is relatively special.
Not only is it under the jurisdiction of the Shunde Prefecture, it is also controlled by the Qingzhou Magistrate. For such a big event, Qingzhou will definitely send people to investigate.
Killing them all would cause a lot of trouble.
Snapped!
A blow of the hand knife knocked Guan Shanshui unconscious, and Yang Yu finally revealed his deep tiredness:
"The rest will be left to the teacher."
The human body is like the most complex instrument in the world, and the ribs and tendons certainly drive the transformation of every part of the body.
However, it is impossible for the skin, muscles, internal organs, and blood vessels to keep up with the power that increases exponentially in half a day.
By this time, he was still full of energy, but the strong tingling all over his body and the huge mental exhaustion made him just want to fall asleep.
"good."
As soon as Wei He agreed, Yang Yu had already sat down in the corner, holding the butcher's knife in his arms, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
"you…"
Wei He casually stripped Taoist Guan clean, covered Yang Yu, and sent out a signal to wait for other disciples who dared to come.
By the way, more than ten dead bodies on the ground were also searched.
Phew~
The unconscious Taoist Guan twitched unconsciously and curled up his hands and feet, feeling a little cold.
…
Ribbons of mist surround the mountains.
The mountain spring that never stops flowing in winter flows through the small courtyard surrounded by fences.
The trembling old woman carefully took care of the flowers of various colors that remained unchanged throughout the year, and hummed an unknown song.
At a certain moment, a sunflower-like plant in the flowerbed suddenly rose up, and a smear of black blood appeared on the pure white flower facing the old woman.
"Yu Chilong? He seemed to be a good child, did he just die like this? What a pity..."
The old woman listened intently, with a trace of regret on her face.
She put down the kettle and clapped her hands lightly, making a crisp sound.
唳~
A sharp scream fell from the clouds.
A strange bird that looked like an animal circled and swooped down, then carefully landed outside the fence, trembling and lowering its high head.
"Go to Qingzhou and let Qing'er take the things back."
The old woman ordered as she tore off a petal and threw it to the strange bird.
Phew!
The strange bird's scarlet eyes flashed with greed and fear, and it flapped its wings and flew away.
"Did you hear that, mantra?"
The old woman had a charming smile on her lips:
"Our era is coming..."
Under the dirty and smelly stone trough, a white pig with blood on its chest looked at the old woman coldly. Seeing her gaze, it lowered its head, grunted and ate pigweed.
…
Liu Qingqing spread a few rags on the ground in silence.
He carefully picked up the body that looked like a puddle of mud, wrapped it up in his clothes, and stumbled out of the smoke-filled prison.
Not far away, Li Eryi sighed softly.
He didn't show up, and he really didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only turn a blind eye.
On a midwinter day, the sky is cold.
But it was not as cold as Liu Qingqing's heart.
Looking at the messy Black Mountain City, the once prosperous city has become a purgatory, with traces of fire everywhere and the pungent smell of blood everywhere.
Just one short night turned everything upside down.
Holding her father's mud-like bones, Liu Qingqing's body trembled, feeling indescribably complicated and empty.
Wandering, he returned to Liu Mansion.
Without the former elegance and splendor, the Liu Mansion was filled with smoke and smoke. The servants and servants were huddled together, cursing and roaring.
The government officials and guards were fighting on their own, fighting for all kinds of property.
When they saw the former young master, they turned a blind eye and lost their usual respect. If they were not afraid of his already changed skills, they would have wanted to go up and rob him.
"Son, sir, he, sir, something really happened to him..."
The old slave with a bruised nose and swollen face fell to the ground in tears, hugging Liu Qingqing's thigh, wailing and accusing:
"These thieves, they, they dare to steal our things, hurry up, kill these cheap slaves!"
Pulling his legs away, Liu Qingqing showed no expression:
"That's not our thing."
"Master?"
The old slave looked at Liu Qingqing in disbelief: "This is the family property that I have worked hard to buy for many years, and it is the family property that I want to leave to you!"
"Ten years ago, we came here empty-handed..."
Liu Qingqing murmured and walked to the backyard.
Not long after, a dusty carriage led by an old horse came out: "This is our thing... let's go."
"The eldest son..."
The old slave lay slumped on the ground, crying in frustration:
"The master is gone, where can we go? They, they won't let us go..."
After ten years as county magistrate, the sky is three feet high.
He knew very well how many evil things had been done. When Liu Wenpeng was here, nothing was a problem.
But he's gone...
Liu Qingqing did not respond, but just pulled the car and left the house amidst the hustle and bustle.
At this time, the sky was already bright and the snowflakes were still floating. You could see that it was almost noon by looking at the sun.
Outside the Liu Mansion, an unknown number of people gathered.
Some cried, some hated, some hated, and some glared.
"Beast, bastard! Liu Laogou's bastard son is out!"
"Bastard, beast, bug!"
"Beat him, beat him to death! He is worse than a pig or a dog! A beast who doesn't pay for his food!"
…
The overwhelming curses, mixed with stones, flooded the two people and the carriage like a rain.
The old slave was beaten to a bloody head and cried for his father and mother.
Liu Qingqing said nothing, letting the blood drip on the ground, and looked at the person who was shouting in the crowd:
"You said I was a freeloader?"
He can bear any evil.
Because it is only right that the debts of the father and the sons should be paid.
But when had he ever had free food?
"I bother!"
The man trembled when he saw it, but he still held his neck and cursed:
"You are more hateful than that bastard of yours! You pretend to be generous and give me more money, but every time you leave, you send someone to secretly leave!"
"Not bad! Liu Qingqing, what kind of good thing do you think you are?"
"Give us back our money!"
More people started shouting.
"I…"
Liu Qingqing staggered a step, his throat choked with sobs. He looked at the old slave, who lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"That's it, that's it."
He smiled miserably and took a few steps back, understanding everything.
It turns out that the philanthropic thing I thought I was doing was just a joke...
"Silver! There's so much silver, come on, come on and get it!"
Suddenly, an excited shout came from Liu's house.
All the people surrounding the door were so irritated that their eyes turned red. They threw all the stones in their hands at Liu Qingqing and rushed towards the Liu Mansion crazily.
They came to the Liu Mansion not to condemn Liu Qingqing.
"Master Liu..."
Li Eryi walked out of the corner with the knife, picked up the old horse, grabbed Liu Qingqing and walked out of the city.
That loud shout was naturally his handiwork.
Liu Qingqing seemed to have lost his soul and was confused.
It wasn't until Li Eryi was pulled out of the city that he came back to his senses and squeezed his hand:
"The gold I gave you is really, really taken back?"
"How could such a thing happen?"
Li Eryi pinched his nose and told lies.
But Liu Qingqing saw it.
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous..."
He smiled miserably, a ferocious look suddenly flashed on his face, he lifted up the car curtain and threw the package wrapped with bones out.
"Liu Wenpeng, you should expose your body to the wilderness!"
"I, I shouldn't be alive either!"
Roaring and throwing away Li Eryi's hand, Liu Qingqing suddenly exerted force and slammed into the outer city wall.
"Master Liu! (Master)!"
The expressions of Li Eryi and the old servant changed drastically.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and Li Eryi couldn't bear to look, but then he heard another muffled sound.
Turning his head, he saw a pale old man holding Liu Qingqing's head with one hand and pressing him heavily to the ground!
boom!
Bang bang bang!
After a full nine times.
Wei He waved his hand and threw Liu Qingqing out, who was like mud. He rolled and fell at the feet of the old slave:
"get out!"
"Thank you, thank you very much."
The old servant tremblingly helped Liu Qingqing into the carriage, and pulled the old horse towards the distance.
"Weihe?"
Li Eryi recognized the old man.
A few days ago, this old guy often came to listen to his storytelling, and he was quite fond of Jin Ping Mei, but he was stingy and never rewarded her.
However, he knew that this old guy was Yang Yu's master, so he held his nose and endured it.
"Liu Wenpeng deserves death for his crime, but this guy still has a clear conscience."
Wei He said calmly:
"Then, let's let him live."
Li Eryi saw something was wrong and subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes widening:
"You're not here to kill him, are you?"
Wei He did not admit or object, and turned around and walked towards the city: