The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 235 Sword Formation
Wang Xiong left the hall with ashen face, and then Zhao Bozong asked Yang Chengye: "Yang Aiqing, what should Wang Ping do?"

Yang Chengye said: "The emperor please give me the privilege. I have to go to Jiaxing to investigate the murderer in person, and I also want to bury my mother and the righteous brother's family."

Zhao Bozong nodded and said, "Well, it should be. You have full power to deal with this matter. As for privileges, you don't need to. You are already the governor of the southeastern provinces, and Jiaxing is also under your jurisdiction."

After a pause, Zhao Bozong continued: "The decree is to posthumously confer the posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title of Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Wu, on the posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title of Mrs. Wu, Mrs. Yang, and Shen You as Viscount Loyalty."

Yang Chengye cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After the dynasty was over, Zhao Bozong left, all the officials dispersed, and suddenly Wang Boling called to stop Yang Chengye.

"Meet the mentor!"

Yang Chengye bowed his hands to Wang Boling.

Wang Boling sighed, and said, "Chengye, Lingtang's death was really unexpected, and you have to mourn."

"Loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to balance since ancient times. You have been running around for state affairs, and you rarely performed filial piety at your mother's knees. This time, we must give Mrs. Yang a grand burial to comfort her spirit in heaven."

Yang Chengye nodded and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Wang Boling said again: "You don't have to be so polite, just come to me if you need anything!"

After Wang Boling finished speaking, he sighed and left the hall.

Yang Chengye gritted his teeth and left the palace, returning to Zhongyonghou's mansion.

At this time, Meng Xian'er had also returned and was waiting for Yang Chengye.

Looking at Meng Xian'er, Yang Chengye asked: "Xian'er, how is your investigation in the Beggar Gang?"

Meng Xian'er said: "According to the information obtained by the beggar gang, it is indeed a woman who killed the old lady and the Shen family, but this woman seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and no one knows her origin at all."

"When the disciples of the beggar gang got the news, they went to investigate. They really found her trace, and even tracked her. She went north, but..."

Yang Chengye asked: "Just what?"

Meng Xian'er said: "It's just that dozens of disciples of the Beggar Clan were also killed. This news came from a disciple who was seriously injured and dying."

"North?"

Yang Chengye murmured softly, the north is the territory of the Kingdom of Jin, could it be that the murderer is a Jin man?
But when did the Jinren have such a master?

In Yang Chengye's memory, there were no such masters in the Condor Shooting period. Could it be that something changed?
Thinking of this, Yang Chengye didn't stop for a moment, and left Lin'an with Meng Xian'er and Uncle Fu, heading for Jiaxing.

Before leaving, he told Yue Yinping to take good care of Shen Fu at home.

A hundred miles away from the capital, Yang Chengye stopped the carriage and let the coachman and Uncle Fu take a rest. Although he and Meng Xian'er didn't feel tired, Uncle Fu was an ordinary person after all, and he was old, and he suffered from long-distance travel. No, we can't let Fuber have any more surprises.

Uncle Fu took the clear water, gnawed on the steamed buns, and said, "Second Master, you don't have to worry about me, I'm not that delicate yet, you should hurry to Jiaxing as soon as possible!"

Yang Chengye nodded, suddenly his ears trembled slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he looked towards the dense forest by the roadside.

"Forbe, get in the car."

Yang Chengye said a word, helped Uncle Fu into the carriage, and then let the coachman go in, and at the same time told them not to come out no matter what they heard.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?"

Meng Xian'er came over and asked Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye stared at the dense forest by the roadside, and said coldly, "Someone is coming."

As soon as Yang Chengye finished speaking, there was a "rustling" sound in the dense forest, and it was getting closer.

After taking three breaths, fifteen men with black scarves on their faces, black strong suits and long swords on their backs rushed out from the dense forest.

These men breathe evenly, are tall and strong, and all of them are not weak.

Fifteen well-dressed men stepped out of the dense forest and surrounded Yang Chengye and the others in a fan shape.

Yang Chengye whispered to Meng Xian'er: "Xian'er, the visitor is not kind, you protect Uncle Fu and the others."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Chengye clasped his fists at the fifteen men and said, "My friends, I'm next to you, Yang Chengye. I don't know what you want to block the way down?"

One of the men said hoarsely, "You are Yang Chengye?"

Hearing this, Yang Chengye frowned and said, "Exactly."

The man snorted coldly and said, "We are all anti-golden righteous men. I heard that Marshal Han Shizhong was mad at you. Is there such a thing?"

Yang Chengye stared at the man, and said in a deep voice: "Friend, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Marshal Han is the person I respect the most, and he is my uncle. How could he be mad at me?"

"You don't want to listen to hearsay, you have wronged people!"

As soon as Yang Chengye finished speaking, the leading man said: "You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. You resisted the decree not to marry Miss Han. Marshal Han was so angry that he vomited blood and died. Many people can testify. Do you still want to argue?"

"Marshal Han has been working hard for the country all his life, hoping to get rid of the Tartars and recover our northern rivers and mountains, but you pissed off his old man to death because of your children's affair. What face do you have to live in this world?"

Hearing the man's words, Yang Chengye's eyes flashed murderousness, and he said coldly: "Friends, I think you are also loyal people, I don't care about you, you should leave quickly."

The man smiled "haha" and said, "What can we do if we don't leave you?"

At this time, Yang Chengye was also angry and shouted angrily: "It's really noisy!"

"I want to see who you are!"

As Yang Chengye said, he stepped on his feet, moved his figure, and rushed towards the man in the lead.

"kill!"

Seeing Yang Chengye taking the lead, the man in the lead was taken aback for a moment, then yelled violently, and killed Yang Chengye with the rest of the people.

Yang Chengye was on the way, he drew out his Qingzhi sword and used Longcheng swordsmanship to fight with the fifteen men.

Yang Chengye's Dragon City swordsmanship was unparalleled, and every time he slashed, the cold light flickered, mixed with the sound of the wind, making it impossible for the fifteen men to get close.

On the other hand, those fifteen men, their swordsmanship was also not weak, they cooperated with each other, their offense and defense were impeccable, and they actually blocked all of Yang Chengye's attacks.

Yang Chengye narrowed his eyes slightly, the sword skills of these fifteen men were exactly the same, obviously they were brothers from the same sect, and they were using sword arrays.

Yang Chengye heard that these people were loyal people, and they wanted to avenge Han Shizhong, so he didn't kill him, otherwise, they could solve it in minutes.

However, Yang Chengye was also thinking about how to defeat them all without hurting their lives.

As for formations, Yang Chengye learned a lot from Huang Yaoshi on Peach Blossom Island. This sword formation also belongs to the category of formations, so it shouldn't be difficult to break through.

While fighting with them, Yang Chengye was looking for the eyes of the sword formation, as long as the eyes of the formation were broken, their sword formation would also be broken.

Yang Chengye's body spun extremely fast, and the green sword was in the shape of a top, blocking all fifteen long swords. Then he saw the man in the lead walking around outside the crowd, as if he was looking for something.

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