Humane Yongchang

Chapter 141 He's a Good Man

"Ding ding ding..."

Qingyue's octagonal copper bell swayed gently as the carriage moved forward, making a melodious sound.

In the plain and elegant carriage with a faint scent of agarwood wafting around, Chen Sheng sat with one leg crooked and closed his eyes in thought, with one hand on his knee, unconsciously playing with the dark faucet stick.

"Ding ding."

The carriage stopped suddenly.

Chen Sheng asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Ji Bu's voice came from outside the carriage: "Sir, there is a funeral in front of you, and you need to change your way."

Chen Sheng frowned, lifted his eyelids and glanced out through the beaded curtain. The familiar street scene made him know that they were in Chang'an Square at this moment.

Among the three squares in Beicheng, Changning Square is on the left, Chang'an Square is in the middle, and Changle Square is on the right.

From the Nancheng where the county government is located, to return to the Chen Family Courtyard in Changning Square, you need to take the Chang'an Square.

only one glance.

Chen Sheng shouted in a deep voice, "Alert!"

Hearing the words, Ji Bu, who was standing outside the carriage with his sword in order, drew his sword without hesitation and pointed at the oncoming mourners, shouting, "Form an array!"

In the hurried footsteps, the three hundred soldiers who accompanied Chen Sheng's car stood up and surrounded Chen Sheng's carriage!

Time and space seemed to freeze.

The three hundred armored soldiers and the funeral procession team wearing hemp and filial piety a hundred and ten paces away looked at each other, and they all saw confusion and shock on each other's faces.

next moment.

The funeral procession with Ma and Xiaoxiao suddenly exploded.

One after another, figures in sackcloth and filial piety tore off the filial piety on their heads, threw away the soul-inducing flags in their hands, and overturned the carrying coffin.

From under the filial piety and from the coffin, he pulled out a long sword with a sharp edge, passed through the paper money flying in the sky, and shouted to kill the general.

Seeing this, Ji Bu was not at all chaotic, while loudly encouraging the many soldiers in front of Pingge to stand still and not to panic, while loudly ordering the two wings and the rear soldiers to maintain the formation and not to move rashly.

At the same time, he did not forget to pull the messenger by his side, order the drums, and notify the surrounding officials, pavilion servants, and city gate officials to lead the troops to come to the rescue.

"Kill the victorious thief, restore Xiong Mu!"

The white-covered filial son Xian Sun shouted loudly, raising his sword forward and hitting the hedgehog-like shield circle, in an instant, flesh and blood flew!
The iron barrel-like shield circle also set off ripples, and it seems that it may be torn apart by these filial sons and grandsons who are not afraid of death at any time.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Jibuti sword wandered behind the circle, while shouting loudly to cheer for his subordinates, while constantly swinging his sword and slashing over the filial sons and grandsons who smashed through the shield array and rushed in.

No war was declared.

No temptation either.

It's a fight to the death!

in the carriage.

Chen Sheng listened to the screams of killing from the sky in front of him, his face was gloomy and he seemed to be able to wring out the water!

He knew something was wrong!
This road only leads to Chang'an Square and Changning Square.

He was going home every day, and if there was a funeral in a big family in Changning Square, he couldn't have heard the slightest bit of rumors.

After all, it is not possible to have a funeral on the same day after a person's death. If conditions permit, it is necessary to organize a large-scale event for several days, invite neighbors to have a feast together, and then choose the sunrise for the funeral and burial.

If you don't have that condition, you have to stay at home for three days before going to the funeral.

The Chen family is the largest family in Changningfang. The neighbors of Yifang are in charge of the funeral, and they will come to the door to invite the Chen family to attend.

If there is such a thing, it is impossible for Zhao Qing not to mention it to him.

Whether he can go or not is one thing.

Whether Zhao Qing said it or not, that is another matter.

Zhao Qing is not bad for this kind of etiquette.

As for why it can only be a big family... poor people can't even afford a decent coffin, how can they afford such a pomp?

That's why he directly ignores the possibility that they are from Chang'anfang.

Chang'an Square has long since become a gathering place for poor families in Chen County, and some families have already run away. Are there still big families there?

but……

Is it just that?
Chen Sheng frowned.

With such a few armorless dead soldiers, he can't eat the three hundred armored soldiers guarding him!

The people behind these "filial sons and worthy grandsons", since they can stage such a killing under his nose, there is no reason to understand this truth!
Just when he was extremely uneasy, he only heard a loud "bang".

In an instant, sawdust flew and slapped on his face and body.

He saw an arm-thick fine iron crossbow shot from the right wall of the carriage three inches in front of him, pierced through the left wall of the carriage, and crossed in front of him.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

In an instant, a numbness rushed to the sky with inspiration from the tail vertebrae.

The vest was soaked with sweat all of a sudden...

"Jibu!"

He lay down on his back with both hands and feet, and snarled sharply with his throat: "You are a fucking dead person, let me break through!"

His voice just fell.

Another arm-thick fine iron crossbow shot from the left side of the carriage, passed over the top of his head, and pierced through the wall of the right carriage.

The fine sawdust fell like raindrops on Chen Sheng's face!
The burning pain covered his cheeks, but Chen Sheng widened his eyes as if he couldn't feel the pain. He stared blankly at the crossbow arrow above his head, and the cold sweat on his body leaked out.

Just now, his reaction would have been a second or two slower.

This crossbow arrow pierced, not just the carriage board...

The sound of killing outside the carriage was so loud that Ji Bu, who was commanding his soldiers to fight, didn't hear Chen Sheng's cry at all.

All he heard was the loud noise of the crossbow piercing the carriage.

Looking back at the carriage carriage with two thick and long crossbow arrows inserted horizontally, half of his soul was scared to fly, and he roared: "Breakthrough! Breakthrough forward!"

After saying that, he took the sword and flew on the horse, and a heavy sword slashed the horse's buttocks.

When the horse was in pain, it threw off its hooves and ran wildly forward.

The three hundred soldiers received the order, and they also turned from defense to attack. Pingge tightly guarded the carriage with a shield, and charged forward with the swords of the "filial sons and worthy grandsons"!
When the filial sons and grandsons saw that the carriage wanted to break out of the siege, they reluctantly rushed towards the carriage with their swords, as if they would not hesitate to block the carriage with their own bodies!

One side desperately wanted to leave.

The other party desperately wanted to stay.

Like the tip of a needle!
To Maiman!
If anyone can look down from above the long street.

You will see a red torrent and a white horse training, just like the intersection of a mountain torrent and an avalanche, slammed together, blooming the fleeting cruel Manjushahua!

"Kill the victorious thief, restore Xiong Mu!"

Following bursts of hysterical shouting, two more men and horses with messy clothes rushed out of the houses on both sides of the street like a tide, and rushed towards the carriage one after another.

The carriage is in it.

Just like a lonely boat floating in a stormy sea, it may capsize at any time!

"Boom."

Another loud bang exploded in the carriage.

Ji Bu turned his head in horror, and saw a blood-red figure rising into the sky from the top of the carriage.

But it was Chen Sheng who knocked off the roof of the carriage and rushed out with a sword!

"Where is Jibu!"

He landed on the roof of the carriage, hair disheveled and blood all over his face!

"The end is here!"

Ji Bu hurriedly responded loudly.

Chen Sheng raised his sword and looked around, his eyes were as red as two blood holes.

"Don't fucking go, hack them!"

He roared with a twisted face, jumped up with a sword, and jumped straight to the white crowd of filial sons and grandsons in front of him.

Before the person arrived, a group of bright sword light, like a splendid wave hitting a boulder, exploded in front of him.

"Boom."

Flesh and blood were flying, and the remnants were scattered.

A large fog of blood erupted among the white-covered dutiful sons and grandsons. One after another, the dutiful sons and grandsons who were still shouting and killing them a second ago fell down like a wheat field that was rolled over by an old cow. !

In this scene, not to mention the enemies who are rushing towards this place with their swords in their hands.

Even Ji Bu and others, who often see Chen Sheng playing martial arts, almost protruded their eyeballs!
Who would have thought...

In the eyes of everyone, this weak-crowned county magistrate is the image of a weak counselor who is as cunning as a fox and a scheming as the sea.

How can you still fight like that?
Those who hid in the dark to observe this ambush, saw the absurdity of this scene, and even had a designed illusion: you can fight like this, and you still carry so many armors when you go in and out. ?Aren't you a fool?

They were stunned!

Chen Sheng would not be stunned.

The sharp sword opened and closed, and the surging power swayed along the dark sword body as if he didn't want money.

Every swing of the sword will sweep down filial sons and worthy grandsons like a farmer reaping wheat!

Many filial sons and grandsons who held swords in front of them, but were still crushed by the force that penetrated their chests, did not even know how they died!

Ji Bu quickly came back to his senses, raised his sword and shouted: "Brothers, protect the county governor, kill!"

All the soldiers woke up like a dream, waving the spears, swords and shields in their hands, and rushed forward more and more desperately. With one blow, they broke through the white line of defense in front of them and converged around Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng rushed out of the carriage, and the many dead men pouring out from all directions naturally lost their goals.

But this is the end, and they can only fight to the death with many soldiers, trying to find Chen Sheng and kill them.

on the narrow street.

Everyone seemed to be in a quagmire.

No way forward!

Dangerous everywhere!

Out of nowhere!

Killing endlessly!
Chen Sheng didn't feel that way.

After the soldiers under his command came up to share most of the pressure for him, his killing efficiency slowed down.

But more precise!
With his sword in hand, he strolled in the leisurely courtyard to help walk in the blood and blood.

When you see someone who is not wearing armor, he handed it over with a sword, taking the opponent's life as if he was looking for something.

He kills easily.

Those enemies who died under his sword also felt that they died lightly.

They only felt that the sword light flashed in front of them, but their thinking was frozen, and the world quickly fell into a long night...

"clang."

A long and narrow sword blocked the dark bronze sword.

Chen Sheng glanced at it, and saw a figure dressed in black brocade clothes and with a mustache under his nose, slowly walking out of a group of miscellaneous fish in coarse cloth and ge clothing.

The fine brocade that was slightly reflective in the evening sun seemed to tell Chen Sheng again: I am a big fish!
The visitor looked at Chen Sheng with bright eyes, as if he was looking at a bunch of golden treasures: "Master Chen..."

Chen Sheng: "Awesome!"

The visitor's pupils dilated, and his face showed a look of horror.

Chen Sheng swings his sword.

Dou Da's head flew up, and warm blood spurted frantically from his headless chest like a high-pressure water gun.

Chen Sheng took an expressionless step to the left and passed by the headless corpse.

Before he could swing his sword down to a stray fish again, he suddenly heard a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

Without even thinking about it, he flew back and said, "Awesome!"

The black long sword, wiping his clothes, inserted straight into the headless corpse.

Chen Sheng crossed his eyes and looked at the person holding the sword.

I saw a sturdy middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth and straw sandals, whose facial features were so common that it would be hard to find if they were thrown into the crowd, looking at him solemnly.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

The middle-aged man pulled out the black long sword from the headless corpse and looked at Chen Sheng as if he was facing an enemy.

Chen Sheng looked at him, pondered for a second, and snorted "subdued" again in his heart, and at the same time held his sword and stabbed again.

"clang!"

The black long sword suddenly exploded into a group of dark sword flowers before sharpening the sword.

Not only did the bronze war sword be called back, but also the armor-piercing power that escaped from the sword body was completely shattered.

The sturdy middle-aged man stepped back four or five steps in the crowd like a swimming fish, stabilized his body, and looked at Chen Sheng with more and more vigilance.

Chen Sheng stopped, frowned and looked at him.

Then without saying a word, dragging the sword back, he retreated into the armored soldiers behind him.

When the stocky middle-aged man saw this, Hengjian followed in his footsteps.

Chen Sheng stopped, his brows furrowed even tighter: "No matter what the person who asked you to kill me offered you, I'll give you ten times as much!"

The sturdy middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "In this world, not everything can be bought with money!"

"Ah……"

Chen Sheng smiled sarcastically: "You don't have to make your actions so righteous, no matter why you came to kill me, it must be your fault!"

While speaking, the armored soldiers had already rushed forward like tigers on both sides of him, approaching the sturdy middle-aged man.

Chen Sheng clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The sturdy middle-aged man in the room saw this, and he twisted the black long sword in front of him, and a piece of black sword energy spurted out, like a knife cutting tofu, and the several soldiers who were approaching him were divided.

Chen Sheng moved slightly, and was about to charge up, but was stopped by the corpse of the fallen soldier.

When the blood mist of the lasing falls.

The figure of the sturdy middle-aged man was no longer there.

Chen Sheng clenched his sharp sword tightly and stood on the spot, not daring to move.

The flow of time seems to have slowed down a thousand times at once.

Every second is as long as an hour!
I do not know how long it has been.

Chen Dao's screams of shock and anger suddenly came from behind, "Kill them all, and don't let any of them go... Dalang?"

Hear his voice.

Chen Sheng was so tense that he was about to break his nerves, and he couldn't help but loosen up.

next second.

A lightning-fast sword light shot out from his right.

Chen Sheng captured this sword light.

But he only had time to turn around, and before he even had time to lift the bronze sword in his hand, Heiyouyou's sword was already within a foot in front of him.

"Wei..."

He opened his mouth desperately, wanting to shout out the word "weifu", but as soon as the word "wei" was spoken, his mind was occupied by despair.

It's too late!

he knows.

In the nick of time.

A majestic, unstoppable, dazzling sword light, as majestic as a white rainbow pierced the sun, shot out across the sky, and the last and the first flashed past.

A sturdy arm flew high with a black long sword.

The stocky middle-aged man looked in disbelief at the slender figure who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"why?"

he asked.

The visitor had long, dirty and messy hair like a chicken coop, and his slender body undulated violently.

"He, he, he's a, a good guy."

The person who came said stammered.

The sound is as crisp and sweet as an oriole bird.

(End of this chapter)