Seeing a burly man who was eight feet tall, with one punch, only half a foot of blood mud residue was left.
Even though most of the people inside and outside the town were desperadoes, I couldn't help but feel a deep chill in my heart, and the many gangsters who rushed towards me were so frightened that they didn't dare to move forward.
"I have never seen such an official in my life..."
The blue jade writing was earth-colored, and the bandit leaders in the prison car were shaking their heads, their faces equally ugly.
"Are you still running away?"
Someone was listening in a low voice.
Lan Yushu lowered his head silently, and the others did not respond.
"Third brother!"
The big man who jumped down from the eaves had murderous intent in his heart, his eyes filled with tears, and his teeth gnashed:
"What a beheading knife, what a Yang Yu! Today you deceived me, the masters of the Poison Dragon Village, to stop slaughtering wantonly. Someone will definitely seek revenge from you in the future!"
Huhu~
The cold wind blew the blood.
Yang Yu unhurriedly drew the sword in his hand, his expression did not change when he heard this, and his tone remained cold:
"I am waiting."
Bandits, are there any innocent ones?
have.
The world is difficult and chaotic, and many poor men are forced to flee to the mountains. Of course, some of them are innocent.
There may be strong bandits who can be proud and arrogant, occupying a land thousands of miles away, but there is absolutely no innocent person.
What does Dulong Town rely on to dominate?
How can we feed hundreds of strong bandits who are only willing to fight fiercely if they are not engaged in childbirth, as well as the women and children they robbed?
How can we make the villagers who regard the land as their destiny give up the place where their ancestors lived?
"Brothers, fight him!"
"Charge out! Even if you die, let people know the courage of our Dulong Village!"
"Even if I die, the leaders will take off this kid's head to take revenge on us!"
…
There is no room for relaxation.
Following the roar of the big man, a group of fierce bandits from Dulong Town were already waving their swords like a forest, and they were attacking ferociously.
boom!
Yang Yu took a deep breath, with just a little step, he pulled out the terrifying light of the cold sword and threw himself into the surroundings of a group of fierce bandits.
Zhengzhengzhengzheng~~~
In an instant, the sound of gold and iron clashed loudly.
Yang Yu stepped forward and drew his sword.
The huge energy provided by the ribs and ribs allows him to kill even if he cannot activate his blood and internal energy, his killing power is beyond that of ordinary people with strong energy and blood.
And his superhuman five senses allow him to perceive everything around him extremely clearly.
When the two are superimposed, extremely terrifying damage will erupt.
Shouting to kill, roaring, wailing...
The fighting seemed to have entered a fever pitch from the very beginning, and then came to an end very quickly.
In what seemed like only half an hour, the inside and outside of Dulong Town were already in a mess, with blood everywhere and corpses everywhere.
The cold, which was even more intense than in the middle of winter, made Lan Yushu and other bandit leaders feel chilly. They looked at each other and could see each other's uneasiness and terror.
laugh!
The snow-white sword curtain slashed the dirty blood three feet away.
On the messy battlefield, the big man was sweating and his arms were trembling. Looking at the young man coming with a knife, he felt that no trace of courage was left.
He couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for death.
"Seven days."
Suddenly, the big man who had closed his eyes and was waiting for death opened his eyes after hearing this.
"I'm right here in Poison Dragon Town..."
Yang Yu shook off the blood from the blade, picked up the long bow, and walked through the blood into Poison Town, which seemed to be in the cold current:
"Waiting for you to seek revenge!"
Waiting for you to seek revenge!
After hearing these words and looking at the straight back, the big man's heart was not only filled with joy of survival, but was filled with chills.
"Is he deliberately provoking a fight for my Dulong Village?"
The big man's heart felt cold and he stood in a daze.
It wasn't until Zhao Qi, Jiang and others came over to clean up the battlefield with ease that he turned around and left with a bitter look on his face.
…
…
Dulong Town does not occupy a large area because it is only an expansion of one village.
A straight official road is surrounded by various buildings. This road is the only way around Nanshan.
Any businessman who does not go to Nanshan will have to pay a lot of tolls.
When Yang Yu walked into this town, the streets were completely empty. The previous vendors had long since fled, and many shops along the way were closed.
At a glance, there were only dead leaves blowing in the cold wind, and not a single person.
"I'm not afraid of bandits, I'm afraid of officials."
Yang Yu stopped on the street, his eyes twinkling.
But it is clear that there are indeed few serious people in this town, and it is considered a den of thieves.
He walked slowly and unhurriedly towards the closed restaurant not far away. In the restaurant, the waiters who were watching through the cracks were frightened and had pale faces.
But when he heard the knock on the door, he still trembled and stepped forward to open the door.
Having seen this man's killing methods, no one thought that such a wooden door could do anything.
There were quite a few people in the restaurant, and when they saw Yang Yu coming in, their faces turned blue. They wanted to escape but didn't dare to move, so they could only bite the bullet and not look at him.
"This man..."
The waiter was crying and trembling:
"I, we are not, we are not from Dulong Village..."
"Heat some hot water and serve some meat!"
After casually taking out a piece of silver, Yang Yu went straight to the second floor.
Some diners in the hall immediately breathed a sigh of relief, dropped their money one after another, and left without settling the bill, not daring to stay any longer.
There are far fewer people on the second floor than on the first floor.
When Yang Yu found a guest room to wash up and change clothes before coming up, there were fewer and fewer people there, and there were only two tables of guests sitting in the corner.
Seeing Yang Yu coming up, the man dressed as an escort bowed his hands:
"I'm Gong Yangjing, the chief bodyguard of the 'Ping An Bodyguard Bureau'! I've heard about the name of the beheading knife a long time ago, but when I saw it today, it turned out to be well-deserved!"
"You're welcome, escort."
Yang Yu found a place to sit down at random and put down his bow and sword.
"Master Yang is very good at martial arts. He just offended Dulong Village. It's better to leave this morning."
Gongyang Jing didn't care about Yang Yu's cold attitude and still sincerely persuaded:
"The strength of the Poison Dragon Village cannot be underestimated, and Feng Sanxiao is not high among the eighteen. Especially the leader of the Poison Dragon Village, Sima Yang, is very famous in Qingzhou for his pair of golden wheels."
"Thank you for reminding."
Yang Yu nodded slightly, not very enthusiastically.
Seeing that Yang Yu was really not very interested, Gongyang Jing shook his head and said nothing more.
Not long after, the waiter came up with meat.
The slightly affluent shopkeeper didn't seem to be that scared, and brought a pot of rice wine with a smile:
"Master, this is home-brewed rice wine. I hope you don't dislike it."
"The shopkeeper doesn't seem to be afraid of me?"
Yang Yu shook his wine glass slightly, feeling a little surprised.
Previously, the shopkeeper was so scared that he didn't even dare to show his head.
"I heard from the guy that Mr. Yang, you killed the robbers and cleared the roadblocks along the way. Only then did I realize that I had misunderstood you."
The shopkeeper said apologetically.
Yang Yu didn't care, left the rice wine, had a few drinks, and nodded immediately.
He doesn't like drinking, especially the wine these days, which is bitter, astringent and tasteless, but this rice wine is different.
It's mellow and sweet but less spicy. It's more of a drink than wine, and he can still accept it.
Seeing Yang Yu drinking, the shopkeeper felt relieved and walked away with a smile.
After being on the road for many days and having just killed himself, Yang Yu had a huge appetite. Although the food was not ugly, he was eating very quickly. The waiter ran back and forth for a while before he managed to eat half full.
At this time, another guest came up from the second floor.
This guest was wearing a navy blue robe and a bamboo hat. He found a seat by the window and sat down. He took out his gourd and drank a few sips.
He looked at Yang Yu suddenly:
"This friend, you have wine and no food, maybe you can lend me some meat?"
"Um?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "How about sitting over here?"
"readily!"
The guest took off his bamboo hat, and Yang Yu's eyes couldn't help but move.
Only then did I understand why he was wearing a hat.
Otherwise, this guy is really good-looking.
But it's not a feminine beauty, but a masculine look that's as sharp as a knife and an axe. Combined with her slender figure, it's extremely eye-catching.
As soon as he sat down, he handed over his registration:
"Bai Longxuan, Lu Wanchuan! This fight between the Yang brothers really impressed Mr. Lu."
"They're just gangsters, not worth mentioning."
Yang Yu smiled and returned the greeting, but his heart moved.
Bailongxuan is one of the few large sects in Qingzhou with excellent martial arts. It also has many disciples, and its strength is far beyond that of the Iron Sword Sect.
He had also seen Lu Wanchuan's name in the information on the Six Doors.
It seems that his reputation is not small.
"Poison Dragon Village is no small player."
Lu Wanchuan shook his head slightly:
"That Sima Yang is not weak in martial arts, and his skills are also very high. Whenever anyone in the martial arts world passes by, he is always treated with courtesy. He has many friends in Qingzhou."
"Wealth and silk move people's hearts, and this has been the case since ancient times."
Yang Prison's tone was calm:
"There are not many people who can see through it. There are not a few people like you."
From the mouths of Lan Yushu and others, he learned a lot about the so-called rules on the green forest road.
For example, a certificate of submission.
Another example is, if you are not on the same page, you encounter a prisoner escorted by a Yamen officer and need to be rescued.
"Well…"
Lu Wanchuan's tone paused, and his smile suddenly became stiff:
"Brother Yang is joking."
Yang Yu poured himself a drink and said in a cold tone:
"Do you think it's funny?"
"Why are brothers Yang so aggressive? Dulong Village may be a hindrance to the local area, but Sima Yang is generous with his righteousness and wealth, and he often rescues his comrades.
Even if you don’t do well in some places, you can still be regarded as a hero.”
Lu Wanchuan's face darkened, and he forced out a smile:
"Qingzhou is corrupt and the government is ruthless. Does Brother Yang really not consider leaving a way out for himself?"
"The food and wine are getting cold."
Yang Yu tapped the table lightly, interrupting Lu Wanchuan's words, and motioned for him to use his chopsticks.
"What do these wines and dishes taste like? Why don't you come with me to Dulong Village, where you can have your own fine wines and delicacies, as well as delicacies from the mountains and seas?"
Perhaps seeing that Yang Yu did not attack, Lu Wanchuan's attitude became better:
"If you want to go to Qingzhou from Nanshan, you can go without any obstruction. If you don't have enough money to travel, I will make up for it for you! In this way, isn't it good to turn conflicts into friendship?
Even if you are obsessed with officialdom and have no friends on the green forest road, you still won't be able to do it!"
Yang Yu sighed softly and put down his chopsticks:
"If you don't eat this meal, you won't be able to eat it in the future."
"Um?"
Lu Wanchuan's heart skipped a beat and he retreated several feet behind.
He held down the long sword, his eyes cold:
"Yang Yu, you have to think about it."
"There is a saying in my hometown that I didn't really care about in the past, but in the past few years, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense."
Yang Yu slowly wiped his palms and slowly held the knife.
"What words?"
Lu Wanchuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Zheng!
The clear sound of swords resounding like a dragon's roar echoed throughout the restaurant.
"I'd rather take the madness than the country's wishes!"