In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 353 Using People's Hearts!

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Amidst the smoke and dust, the vermilion iron gate of Duanyang Bo's mansion crashed to the ground, and blood bloomed on the ground.

"I'll give you a moment of incense sticks. Let Uncle Duanyang get out to see me, otherwise! I don't mind bloodbathing the Earl's Mansion!" The cold words were accompanied by splashing blood drops, and the falling head was instantly in the earl's mansion. Swing away.

"You, who are you? How dare you break into Duke Duanyang's residence?"

The disheveled middle-aged man had a sullen expression on his face, and when he stepped into the hall, the endless coldness rushed straight to the sky! !

Rivers of blood flowed, corpses scattered everywhere.

The pitch-black knife shaped like a crescent moon stands in the center very quietly, and the blade is as clear as autumn water!
A young man in a black and gold gown sat proudly in the middle of the hall.

The sandalwood burns slowly and is about to go out!

"Uncle Duanyang, right?"

The indifferent words sounded, Chen Xiu turned slightly, stared at the panicked middle-aged man, and slowly got up.

Shine——

The crescent-shaped long blade fell into his palm, and the extreme cold chill completely enveloped the mansion.

"Do you recognize this gold medal?" Chen Xiu raised his hand slowly.

The quaint gold medal engraved with the seal of the Canglong was reflected in Uncle Duanyang's eyes, and the quaint big characters were extremely clear: Shenlin!

"Yes, the head of the Xuanjing Division! Chen Xiu!!"

Uncle Duanyang knelt down on the ground trembling, with only horror in his eyes.

Now, the old prince has announced to the world that he has given Xuanjing Division the position of inspector to suppress rebellion.

Even, the Fa can be executed on the spot!
"You know you're afraid?"

Chen Xiu slightly possessed himself, and gently patted Uncle Duanyang's cheek with the full moon scimitar in his hand, and said slowly: "It's late!!"

He raised his hand slightly, his words were cold, and he showed a cold smile, "I don't want to hear a word of what you say. Starting with you, I will thoroughly clean the huge Suppressing Fa Shenwu Hall. The only thing you can do now All you have to do is give me enough gold, silver and jewels."

"In exchange for your family's chance to survive!!"

The middle-aged man was terrified, and said a little crazy: "You can't do this. My family, they are innocent."

"I'm tired of hearing this sentence. Really, it's very boring." Chen Xiu looked down at him with an extremely cold face: "I just want to know, do those girls who died tragically at your hands feel the same way?" You said the same thing."

The pupils of the middle-aged man were trembling, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Xiu, do you really dare to kill me? I am the uncle Duanyang personally appointed by the imperial court."

"Do you know what this is?"

Chen Xiu gently raised his hand, and a ray of radiance fell between his palms, accompanied by the deep dragon chant.

It was an ancient dragon-patterned sword, as if forged from gold, with the aura of an emperor.

"Heaven, Tianzi Sword? No, this is an imitation!! Shangfang Sword!!" The middle-aged man roared almost crazily, with a hint of despair.

The one who wields Shang Fang's sword is known as "Cut first and play later, the imperial power licenses it!!"

"So, goodbye. On Huangquan Road, I will let your family stay with you." Chen Xiu slowly closed his fingers.

In the end, what caught the eyes of the middle-aged man was the Tathagata Buddha, who was almost a mighty day! !
click-

The sound of broken bones sounded.

The silent corpse fell in a pool of blood! !

"Have you seen it all?" Chen Xiu said in a low voice, lightly lifting his five fingers, there was a faint drop of blood.

In the flower bed, a man in his mid-thirties rubbed his hands with a face full of panic and uneasiness.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Chen Xiu said quietly, his eyes calm.

The man spat on the corpse, pretending to be filled with righteous indignation, and said, "Little man Mo Wenhuan! To be honest, I can't stand this Uncle Duanyang's behavior for a long time. Such a young girl can do it, she is full of evil, it is natural It's hard to tolerate! It is really a great pleasure for the adults to behead him today, how can the villain be afraid of the adults?"

Humph--

Chen Xiu snorted lightly, and his smile was playful: "Okay, don't pretend to be me. Now, I just arrived at the Zhenfa Shenwu Hall and need some errands. Are you interested?"

Mo Wenhuan suddenly knelt down on the ground, and said a little excitedly: "Boy Mo Wenhuan, I have met my lord. In this life, I will be a lord before and after me. Long live."

Chen Xiu gently raised his hand, and said slowly: "I have a task for you. Now, there are more than a dozen girls hidden in the cellar of Uncle Duanyang's mansion. You let them go. Then, I don't care what method you use." Whether it is a threat or a lure! I hope to hear the news that they have sued the prince of Mancheng!"

Mo Wenchang's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said tremblingly: "My lord, what are you going to do? We can't afford to offend so many noble families?"

"Hehe, who said I'm going to mess with them?" Chen Xiu's eyes had a deep meaning: "I want to make a big mess, the bigger the mess, the better, the city is full of wind and rain!!"

Between the words, he gently threw out a heavy package.

"There are twenty taels of gold in it, which will be used as capital for you to do things. Remember, as long as you do well, I will never lose you no matter whether it is gold or power." Chen Xiu said meaningfully .

There was a bit of calculation in his eyes.

In today's Zhenfa Shenwu Hall, many aristocratic families must be united, like an alliance.

Even though he has a bit of confidence, he is also very clear that with his own strength, he cannot compete with the alliance of many aristocratic families.

Therefore, he chose to divide and transform.

In the Great Sui Dynasty, there was still a bit of the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the nine-rank Zhongzheng system of selecting officials still had a bit of retention, and the family members valued reputation and innocence very much! !

If the family's reputation is ruined, it will not only affect the reputation.

It will even affect the official career of the family's children, even going in and out of the official career, and worshiping the sect!

For example, the Huayue Sword Sect doesn't care about their roots, but their character and wealth!

Although Confucian academies are also open to the poor, it is difficult for those who make corrupt statements to enter their doors.

This is the news that only Chen Xiu, the traveler, can know.

"Even if there is a dark side among the clans in the Fa-Shenwu Hall, but like this Uncle Duanyang, as long as he speaks out, the world will not be ashamed. Even if there is an alliance for self-interest and clique I hope to bear such a reputation!" Chen Xiu's eyes were somewhat profound.

As for Mo Wenhuan, at a first glance, he could see that he was following the wind, and he was a slave.

But so what?

People like him can just make good use of non-governmental channels, and they are more trustworthy than themselves.

Beggars, gamblers, storytellers, shopkeepers, jugglers, as well as the singers and dancers of the brothel, the servants who run around, and even all kinds of quacks in this city.

It seems like a skynet, intertwined and networked with this steel city!

"People's hearts are always complicated and selfish. Now, I just need to wait until things ferment."

(End of this chapter)