Yi Song

Chapter 23 Yang Jian, get up and pee
  Four evil slaves formed a semicircle and surrounded him. Liu Guozhang rushed forward, spotted an evil slave, and struck the King of Hell with three hands.

He raised his left hand, wrapped his left arm, rushed forward, and pushed his left elbow, which made the evil slave lose his breath and take two steps back. Liu Guozhang followed further, stretched out his right arm, thrust out his right hand, and pushed the evil slave's chin sharply, making a clicking sound.

Then he pulled his chin back sharply, back and forth twice, and the evil slave's cervical vertebra was instantly broken.

Without stopping, Liu Guozhang rushed forward and jumped in front of the rat spirit, frightening him out of his wits.

The other three evil slaves knew that if the rat spirit was a bad thing, not only would they be ruined, but their families would also have to be buried together, so they rushed forward with swords in an attempt to snatch the rat spirit away.

Liu Guozhang got closer, grabbed the mouse spirit's right hand with his left hand, and struck his elbow with his body, causing the mouse spirit to fly away. With a strong force, he pulled him back and hit him with a right elbow, sending him flying to the left. With a trembling hand, he pulled him back and hit his chest with his elbow.

He was pulled back and beaten hard twice in a row. The rat spirit was beaten half to death and was no longer able to fight back.

The daggers of the three evil slaves behind him also came forward. Liu Guozhang flicked his left hand, flicked the rat spirit away, and bumped into the dagger of a squinting evil slave.

The slant-eyed evil slave was so frightened that he quickly changed his thrusting to teasing, and made a gash on the right rib of the rat spirit.

The rat spirit turned and moved forward from the left side of the evil slave with slanted eyes in a daze. Liu Guozhang stepped out from behind him, jumped in front of the evil slave with slanted eyes, and used the overlord's move to snap the reins.

Leaving aside the right hand and the blade of the evil slave with slanted eyes, his right fist struck his throat, Tiantu, Tanzhong, Jiuwei, Shenque and Qihai like lightning.

With a flash of body, he went around from the right side of the slant-eyed evil slave whose sternum was broken and his internal organs were shattered. He grabbed the rat spirit's left hand with his right hand, pulled it into his arms, swung his elbow with his left hand, and hit him hard on the bridge of the nose. .

Then he kicked him towards the second evil slave.

The scabby evil slave couldn't dodge, so he could only press the short blade down and stab it eight inches below the navel of the rat spirit.

The rat spirit, which was beaten to the last breath, shivered in pain and its little eyes widened.

Liu Guozhang turned around and snatched away from the rat spirit to the mangy slave. He struck the tiger with his right hand and hit him right in the face with an uppercut. His upper body was knocked downwards, but his head was violently knocked away.

There was a click, and the huge momentum broke his neck.

The rat spirit was staggering and about to fall. Liu Guozhang grabbed his right hand and swung his whole body like a meteor hammer towards the evil slave with an onion nose.

When the onion-nosed evil slave saw that he was the only one left, he was frightened, threw away his short blade, turned around and ran away.

Liu Guozhang kicked the rat spirit's right knee joint violently, causing it to form a strange curved shape. The people next to him took a breath when they looked at it.

But the huge pain actually made the confused rat spirit feel nothing, and he just stood there swaying.

Liu Guozhang shook him off and chased after the onion-nosed evil slave. He took a few vigorous steps and jumped into the air. His legs were kneeling on the evil slave's shoulders. His right arm was raised high, and the bottom of his elbow was facing the evil slave's Baihui point. , hit it hard.

Red, white, and yellow liquid flowed from the forehead of the onion-nosed evil slave. He rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

Liu Guozhang turned around and stood in front of the mouse spirit. He looked at his body swaying like a willow in the wind, stretched out his hand to give him a hand, and then thought about what tricks to use to send him on his way.

"Do you know who he is?" The thin steward next to him collapsed on the ground in fear and screamed.

"do not know."

"He is the Jiedushi of Changhua, the school inspector, and the most useful eunuch in front of the officials. He is the nephew of Duke Yang of Yang Jian. He is the nephew! If you kill him, Duke Yang will cut you alive to the end of the world. , destroy your whole family."

The thin steward shouted hysterically with all his strength, white saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The people watching around him couldn't help but take two steps back with a roar.

Liu Guozhang stood still. Around him, fourteen evil slaves were lying down. Most of them were corpses. Only two or three were still waiting for their last breath to be released.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked directly at Liu Guozhang, expecting, fearing, uneasy, and gloating about his misfortune.
  "Then do you know who I am?" Liu Guozhang asked the steward.

The manager was stunned, I fucking know who you are!

"No matter who you are, you can't kill Mr. Yang's nephew!"

"I don't know who I am. How can Yang Jian, a dead eunuch, kill me?" Liu Guozhang smiled contemptuously, raised his right foot, and struck the rat spirit's temple like a whip like lightning.

There was a muffled bang, and the mouse spirit fell straight to the ground with bleeding from all its facial orifices.

Liu Guozhang pointed at the man who was leading the guild and shouted: "Take this person away quickly!"

The leading man understood immediately and asked someone to pick up Xu Xiniang's family and fly away. Liu Guozhang walked up to the thin butler, knelt down and said with a smile: "Tell Yang Jian, he's just a nephew, he's just a distant nephew. Kill one and find another one. He has a high position, so he wants to find a nephew." It’s easy, it doesn’t have to be so heartbreaking.”

Suddenly his face darkened, and he said sinisterly: "Tell him, I won Xu Xiniang in a life-and-death battle. If he is wise, he should not touch her family again, otherwise, he is in the light and I am in the dark.

I know his mansion and house. One night I got excited and went to the door to ask him to get up and pee. I didn’t know whether he peed standing up or squatting down, which opened my eyes. Haha, hahaha! "

The thin steward was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Liu Guozhang patted him on the face, stood up, turned and left.

When Liu Guozhang was beating one to fifteen, an ox-cart with four ridges, a red umbrella, and a green box was parked on the street. The curtains of the car were raised, and a pair of eyes were watching intently.

An old man stood next to the car, wearing a dark brown Taoist robe, with a bun on his head and a wooden hairpin.

"Xiang Lao, how about this kid's fists and kicks?"

"Strong and ferocious, I should rank first. This old slave has lived for more than sixty years. This is the first time he sees this fist and kick. It must be a new creation. The person who created this fist must be a warrior on the battlefield."

"Xiang Lao, why do you say that?"

"This fist and kick is not to compete with others, but to kill people. His body skills are extremely flexible, and he is good at using the opponent as a cover to turn and intersect, which implies a bit of the true meaning of the Northland Ranger.

Also, as long as he holds the opponent's hand, that person will be dead. That burly man, that Yang Zishu, was beaten to death as soon as he was grabbed. He struggled desperately but could not escape, so he was pulled back and forth and beaten until he was beaten to death. "

The man in the bullock cart stopped talking and continued to watch.

It wasn't until Liu Guozhang won a great victory and turned around to leave that a voice came from the oxcart.

"Xiang Lao, please take care of it."

"Yes."

The old man walked to Yang Zishu with his two followers and waved.

The entourage drew out his single sword and stabbed the vital points of fifteen dead or dying people, including Yang Zishu.

What do you mean?
  Revenge if you have a grudge, or complain if you have a grudge?

The steward was trembling with fear.

The old man walked up to him and knelt down, and said kindly: "Yang Zishu was killed by me, and everyone who is wronged has his debtor. If Yang Tiju wants to take revenge, just come to Houde Palace.

Queen Mingda's name and hidden secrets were mentioned casually without any hesitation. Yang Tiju was such a good tutor. Has he forgotten that no matter how high he climbs, he is still just a slave of the Tian family!

Remember, tell Yang Tiju every word. If you dare to miss a word, I will cut off your tongue. "

After speaking, the old man stood up, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, turned around and walked away with broken steps.

Soon, the bullock cart started moving, moving slowly, and soon disappeared from the street.

The leading man from Changxinghui walked in front, and his group of men carried Xu Xiniang's family in a hurry through an alley.

Suddenly, a person came out from the front.

He has a tall and straight figure, wearing a sky-blue robe and a one-word cloth scarf on his head. He is graceful and graceful, with jade trees facing the wind. Holding a green-edged sword, blocking the way.

The leading man was startled, saw clearly who was coming, and quickly raised his hands and said: "Master of the hospital."

"Do you know the man who killed Yang Zishu?"

"When I return to the hospital master, Fu Qianli just wishes he didn't know this heroic man."

"Kaifeng City, when did a dragon cross the river come? This stinking stagnant water may be troublesome." The man in green shirt raised his head and glanced at the gloomy sky, then glanced at Xu Xiniang's family, and ordered: "Send them to Lingguangyuan."

"That's the best. Thank you, Master." Fu Qianli said happily.

The man in green shirt waved his hand, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)