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Chapter 10 Draw the Sword and Cut the Enemies

Ruts marked the woods onto the path, which stretched intermittently into the distance.

Yang Qing chased it all the way, and was not worried when the imprint disappeared.There is only one road left and right, as long as the direction is good.

There are many mountains in southern Sichuan, and the road now runs through endless hills covered with grass and wild flowers.With the mountains around, or twists and turns, or quiet and distant.The wind blows the fragrance of flowers, and the birds sing in the valley.

However, in such a pleasant and picturesque scenery, there is a flame bursting out in Yang Qing's heart.

He asked himself that he was not a good person, and he didn't bother to do it.

In his previous life, it can be said that his hands were full of blood, and he would not cry out for injustice in hell.

But even so, he still had a bottom line in his heart.

The old, the weak, women and children, innocent and kind, this is the bottom line, the bottom line of being human.

This is not hypocrisy, nor is it a principle, this is the way of heaven!

At noon, when the traces on the road were completely interrupted, Yang Qing also stopped his horse.

On a low hill with a slight slope on the side of the road, several new tombs came into view.

Under the low hill, a less obvious path goes deep behind the hill.

He got off the horse and looked at it for a while, then tied the horse to a bluestone by the side of the road, and then performed the light work of reaching the sky with one step, and flew silently along the depths of the path.

Holding the long sword at his waist with his left hand, he turned two bends along the mountain, and a small, fairly flat mountain depression appeared in front of him.

In the valley, more than a dozen bamboo shacks and wooden houses are scattered, and there is a sentry tower made of bamboo poles in the front.About three feet high, the standard is crude and nondescript.

Even the person sitting on the sentry tower fell asleep leaning against the backrest.

Yang Qing knew that most of these people were nocturnal, so he didn't find it strange.

He didn't care about the man, but dodged past the sentry tower and walked towards the wooden house behind.

Passing through two rows of houses, I suddenly heard a commotion.He listened intently, but the sound came from the tallest wooden house surrounded in the middle in the distance.

Walking two steps closer, the voice gradually became clearer.

"...Brother Fang, I have given away all the gold, silver, pearls and jade that I have robbed in the past few months, and I have not left a penny. Recently, the government has also been watching closely. A few days ago, many brothers were damaged. , you have to say something nice for me."

"My dear brother, don't worry, the master has already been very satisfied with the contributions you have made to Qingcheng these years. If there is not a big event to be done recently, you have already been accepted into the family."

"Oh? I don't know what it is, but I need my little brother to help?"

"You can't get involved in this matter, so don't ask too much."

"Little brother, save it, save it..."

"Be careful these days, don't reveal your Xingzang."

"Brother, don't worry, this is just a temporary transfer..."

Yang Qing listened from a distance, he heard the voice of senior brother Fang just yesterday, it was Qingcheng Fangren's wisdom, and he could never be wrong.

As for the content of the conversation, it was probably that the Qingcheng faction instigated bandits to rob business travelers and collect money for them.

He leaned forward slightly and saw four people guarding the door of the wooden house. He suddenly thought that Qingcheng was on the east side. Although he didn't see other people when he came from the east side, he still had to make preparations in advance.

Thinking of this, he retracted and retreated along the original road.

When passing the sentry tower, he flew up, broke the bandit's neck before he could react, locked his shout in his throat, and then floated away.

Back at the tethering place, he led the horse in a big circle from the east, went all the way behind the col, and hid the horse on another small road in the west.

Only then did it enter the col again from the west.

……

But it is said that on the low hill directly opposite the sentry tower, a middle-aged bandit dressed in bamboo leaves is lying on the ground, hiding among the emerald green, facing the sentry tower from a distance.

This was originally the leader's arrangement, but he was used to sleeping during the day, and after lying on his stomach for a long time, he fell into a dream unconsciously after being exposed to the sun.

There is a folk saying in southern Sichuan that the sky is different for ten miles. Just after noon, the sky was still clear, but in a blink of an eye, there were dark clouds covering the sun, and then the breeze was cool, and there was a "cracking" sound, and there was a misty drizzle.

The bandit was woken up by the raindrops, stretched his waist, saw his accomplice sleeping soundly in the guard tower opposite, thought it was funny, was about to laugh and scold, but his body froze suddenly.

"How can anyone sleep with their neck like this? Not good!"

Surprised that someone was invading, he picked up the bamboo flute in his hand and was about to blow it violently.

However, at the next moment, there was a sharp sound of swords in the valley!

Standing on a high place, overlooking the entire mountain, he saw that the middle wooden house where the leader was, the side of the house mixed with row bamboo and rough wood, exploded from the inside out, and the two corpses were mixed with broken bamboo The sawdust flew far away, twisted and fell to the ground like two broken sacks, blood spattered everywhere...

"Yang Qing?!" Fang Renzhi dodged out of the house, regardless of his distress.When he saw the standing position clearly, the lunatic who suddenly broke into the house and slashed with his sword was stunned for a moment.

Gray shirt and blue cloth shoes, long hair tied behind his head, tied with straw rope.

Yang Qing held the sword in one hand, and didn't look at the blood on the sword. He didn't care about the four people who were guarding the door and now surrounded him. He just stared at the sturdy man standing side by side with Fang Renzhi.

"In the forest twenty miles to the north, did you kill that old woman?"

When the words fell, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, the wind became colder, the rain became more urgent, and the venue suddenly fell into silence.

a long time.

"Fang...Brother Fang, do you recognize him?"

The stout man seemed unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, turned his face and asked Renzhi.

However, Fang Renzhi didn't return him, and looked directly at Yang Qing, not daring to move.

Ten steps away, Yang Qing stood upright in the rain, pointing at the ground with his sword slantingly, without separating his feet.His complexion is as calm as an ancient well, and his eyes are like the bright moon and cold stars, which are breathtaking and unblinking.

He had a vague feeling that as long as he moved, the opponent's sword would follow the flaws and tear the sky, as well as his own flesh and blood.

Thinking of everyone's contempt for this young man at the banquet yesterday, he suddenly realized that Hong Renxiong was wrong, too wrong.

This person is definitely not putting on airs, he is much more terrifying than Linghu Chong...

"Junior Brother Yang, everyone here is my friend. Are you going to start a war with me, Qingcheng?"

Yang Qing didn't even look at Fang Renzhi, but just stared straight at the man next to him and asked, "Did you kill him?"

That man was used to doing business without capital, and he also had a vicious aura.

Seeing Yang Qing's reluctance and Fang Renzhi's unkind expression, a stern look flashed across his face, and he said hesitantly, "So what?"

"Junior Brother Yang!" Fang Renzhi, who was listening to him, admitted that something was wrong.

As soon as he was about to stop drinking, he saw Yang Qing's figure suddenly turned into a gray shadow, and the green steel sword in his hand cut through the heavy rain curtain, like a flash of lightning falling from the sky, spanning ten steps in an instant, and before the man could react in time, he slashed across Cut it over!

"Pfft!"

Dou Da's head flew up in response to the sound, flipped a few times in the air, and rolled to the ground again, with a puzzled expression still on his face.

The corpse stood on the spot, until now, there was blood gushing out from the headless cavity, the scorching blood exploded into a puff of steam in the cold rain, and was blown away by the wind.

It smells fishy!

(End of this chapter)