I have many teachers

Chapter 203 Breaking the Game (3\3)

As soon as Xia Changqing said this, the expressions of the rangers who followed around changed slightly.

Daqin's nod is required to clean up the door?
Since they were able to walk the rivers and lakes, they were naturally not so dull as to be easily manipulated by others, but they felt a little uncomfortable when they heard this kind of statement.

Zhu Jian'an noticed the change of sight around him, and his expression became slightly condensed.

This is a heart-breaking statement.

Only now did he understand why the scribe in front of him came over in such a grandiose manner after entering the city gate. Some of those warriors in the rivers and lakes were looking to see if they could get a leader, and some were purely to join in the fun, but at this moment Completely became a witness for the other party.

The corpses in front of him are the murderers of this case.

And Xia Changqing just entered the city today, keeping his own place, and came here only to eliminate traitors from his sect.

The scars that destroyed Hongfeng on the corpses in front of him have been at least four or five years, and there are people who have witnessed it. They were all extremely beautiful and meticulous, and he couldn't find any loopholes for a while.

There must be evidence for a conviction and a sentence of imprisonment. This is a rule set by Daqin himself.

If Daqin doesn't abide by it, who else will guard it?

With the current situation, I could only endure the unwillingness in my heart. When I was about to respond, I suddenly thought of the assassin who was killed by Wang Anfeng before, and said:

"... Protector Xia was joking."

"We have captured another Danfeng Valley killer before. He was about to attack innocent people, and the red maple mark on his body was not damaged at all."

"I don't know how Protector Xia explained it?"

Xia Changqing's figure changed, and he appeared in front of everyone. Because the situation was not clear at this time, the sergeants hadn't received a clear order to shoot the crossbow, and there was no chance to shoot it anymore. The gray-clothed scribe took two steps forward, Frowning slightly, he seemed to ask casually:
"Oh? I don't know where that person is?"

Zhu Jian'an wanted to deceive him, but he never said that this person had died under Wang Anfeng's sword, but only replied:

"He's in my criminal prison, he's all been recruited..."

The scribe frowned, seeming suspicious, and said:
"Recruited? What are you recruiting?"

Before Zhu Jian'an could reply, his expression suddenly changed, and he spoke again:

"He is a spy sent by me in the valley. I am wondering why I couldn't find him and left traces. It turned out that he was arrested by the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The murderer who committed the murder should be these traitors. No matter how I, Dan Fenggu, run amok , how dare to touch the Great Qin Huwei."

"As long as I send my spies, it will be canceled at this time. I don't know what the general arrest will do?"

The tone of his speech was quite sincere and friendly, but it made Zhu Jian'an and the others feel slightly depressed.

return?

The assassin had already been pierced through the throat by Wang Anfeng's sword, and he couldn't die anymore. Even the autopsy had been done on the body of the assassin, so how could he send it back?

Seeing that he was silent, the smile on the face of the gray-clothed scribe gradually disappeared, and he said:

"Why doesn't the vice president say anything?"

"Do you think that we, Dan Maple Valley, will pay for what these traitors have done? Or..."

"My disciple has been killed by Your Excellency!"

The scribe opened his eyes slightly, took a step forward, and said:
"Did the sheriff put too much pressure on you to let you kill my disciples to complete this case?!"

"As the old saying goes, kill the good and pretend to be meritorious?!"

"Or, in the eyes of Your Excellency, I, my son of the Jianghu, is not a life, nor is it a commoner of the Great Qin Dynasty. I can kill if I want to?! Without the slightest hesitation?!"

The tone of his speech gradually increased, and he asked every sentence, and he insisted that the person who was killed was a secret agent of Danfenggu, not the murderer, saying that what Zhu Jian'an did was to kill a good person and pretend to be a meritorious deed, and he did not treat the children of the world as human beings at all. .

And in the hidden place, the blade of the strange broken knife in his hand lightly tapped on the ground, making a very rhythmic sound, which was mixed into his shouting and asking, and echoed in everyone's ears.

The quacks watching around unknowingly saw their mood fluctuate and lost their usual calmness and rationality.

I just feel that the actions of the policeman in red clothes in front of him are really as Xia Changqing said, cruel and ruthless, and he regards the disciple of Danfenggu who is looking for the real murderer as a scapegoat, and Danfenggu's evil deeds are caught at this time unconsciously ignored.

The conflict with the imperial court in the past suddenly changed at this time, and everything rose from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes on Zhu Jian'an and others became more and more unkind.

I don't know who was the first to speak, and then there were voices of questioning, which kept ringing out.

"talk!"

"Did you do such a thing!"

"Hmph! You can see the hesitation in your speech!"

"This is the so-called Great Qin!"

At this moment, the conflicts accumulated in the past frictions were aroused by the sound of the strange long knife. For a while, there were signs of anger among the crowd, and they themselves did not realize that there was anything wrong. At this moment, the scribe raised his hand, and the voice Micro pause.

Dao Dao's eyes fell on him, saw him take a step back, saw him bow to Zhu Jian'an again, saw him say sincerely:

"I don't ask for anything else. I also ask the deputy chief arrester to let me know."

"Who the hell killed my disciple?!"

It turned out that the 'victim' made a concession?
Many dark thoughts surfaced in the minds of the surrounding warriors whose minds had been unknowingly affected. Zhu Jian'an's expression changed slightly. He knew the situation at this time. As long as he handed over the boy next to him, the conflict would be transferred to Wang Anfeng. , he himself was able to get out.

Because the murderer was none other than Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng also noticed this, holding the sword in his right hand.

He knew that the scribe in front of him was talking nonsense, but the situation at this time was clearly indisputable, and the three became a tiger.

Wang Anfeng felt that his breathing was slightly suppressed.

He had killed wicked people before, and was in a situation of life and death, but he had never felt so depressed like now.

When everyone thinks what you're doing is wrong.

Then right and wrong are no longer important in the eyes of these people, all they want is to make you submit.

Yield to their rightness.

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, and was about to speak, when Zhu Jianan raised his hand and held Wang Anfeng back, but he never let him speak. He was upright by nature, and hated the middle-aged scholar in front of him so much. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice was still not lacking in coldness. ,road:
"It's an order from the officer."

"How are you doing?!"

Wang Anfeng looked at the vice president with a slightly dazed expression.

There was a moment of silence.

Then all kinds of insults and hostility after a lot of fermentation, exploded with a loud bang, and all the spearheads were pointed at Zhu Jian'an. The face of the gray-clothed scribe seemed to be astonished, and then he took a step back, clasped his fists, gave a long salute, and said loudly:
"it is good!"

"As a member of Great Qin, I shot you because I was disloyal."

"But as the teacher of the person who was killed, I have no choice but to do it. Please forgive me."

"Only one move."

Before he finished speaking, the long knife in his hand had already clanged and pierced Zhu Jian'an's right shoulder in an instant, and the blood flowed down. Wang Anfeng looked slightly stunned. It came from the four corpses.

The scent of this medicine is extremely weak, if he hadn't been with the Second Master all the year round, he definitely wouldn't be able to smell it, and he had to pass through his blood energy to smell it.

medicine?
The young man was slightly startled, as if lightning struck in his mind, illuminating the gloomy memories, and he suddenly recalled that when he was just studying medicine with the second master, the old man once explained to himself the poisons in the world, some of which can be used together to play a role Effect that ages wounds.

At that time, the old man was very proud, because this was the pharmacology he discovered when he was young, but he was dismissed and ridiculed by Mr. Ying, thinking that it was of no use to others or himself.

Wang Anfeng's pupils widened slightly, and his heart speeded up.

His eyes fell on the scarred red maple, his thoughts turned slightly, and he gradually understood. At this time, the scribe had already drawn out his long knife, and he was still speaking generously. At this time, Wang Anfeng There was no panic in my heart anymore.

Looking at this scribe's sincere and kind words, and seeing the people around him echoing their words, it's like watching an actor on a stage.

My heart calmed down, like water without shock.

The external demons were eliminated, the mood was stable, and the mellow characteristics of Buddhism's internal strength were gradually brought into play. The state of mind that was out of balance because of the strange sound regained its balance by itself, and Wang Anfeng wanted to speak.However, it was discovered that the moods and minds of the people around, whether it was those warriors or Zhu Jian'an and other warriors, were actually changing with Xia Changqing's guidance.

It's like the sword master's swordsmanship that attracts the opponent's moves.

Wang Anfeng realized in his heart, knowing that opening his mouth at this time might not attract the slightest attention from others, and would not help the matter, so he gritted his teeth, channeled the inner strength of Buddhism, and suddenly laughed like a character in Li Bo's story.

I don't know if it's because of Shaolin's mellow internal energy, its voice is as straight as a dragon whistling, and the bronze bell blares, suppressing all the confusing voices.

Losing the hidden effect of this strange weapon, everyone's attention was attracted by Wang Anfeng. Seeing the young man in blue shirt holding a sword and smiling, his brows and eyes seemed to be full of disdain. Zhu Jianan next to him was covering his wound , asked in astonishment:
"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Wang Anfeng felt his throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't keep laughing. Zhu Jianan opened his mouth, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, said good question, stopped laughing, and said:
"I just couldn't help laughing when I saw all the heroes, all famous people in Fufeng Jianghu, who were all at the mercy of one person."

"Don't Headmaster Zhu think this is ridiculous?"

In the words, because he deliberately imitated Mr. Ying's tone, it was full of disdain and ridicule. People who practice martial arts have strong self-restraint, and there are many people with violent tempers. Hearing the words, he was furious and said:
"Arrangement?"

"Little baby, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhu Jianan frowned, pulled Wang Anfeng down, and signaled him not to cause any more trouble. He always felt that there were many things wrong with today's affairs, but his nature was stable and he seldom made decisions. He felt that the current plan should be to settle the incident first. Investigate again.

But because Wang Anfeng was [-]% to [-]% sure in his heart, he didn't listen to his hint, took two steps forward, and stood in front of everyone looking around, although he felt uneasy in his heart, he didn't show it. He was a rough man, he cupped his fists and gave a slight salute, saying:
"You said I was talking nonsense, big brother, would you be willing to bet with me?!"

"Bet I can prove it, you are at its mercy!"

The man laughed back in anger, and said:

"Okay! Why don't you dare?!"

"Just what do you dare to bet?"

Wang Anfeng pulled out the long sword on his back with his backhand, and stuck it upside down on the ground with a clang. He held the wooden sword in his hand, and exerted strength on it, causing it to ooze out a little thunder. It is definitely not a rotten Confucian, and said loudly at the moment:
"I bet it's a good sword."

The man stared wide-eyed, looked at it for a while, and said harshly:

"I have nothing to bet on."

"But I still have this rotten life. If you win, little brother, this life will be at your disposal!"

"Gamble or not!"

If you have no money to gamble on, then you gamble on your own life, never give up an inch, never retreat.

Ridiculous and heroic.

And it's all because of a dispute.

Wang Anfeng's heart was slightly shaken by the savage aura, but he didn't lose his composure on the face. He looked around the surrounding rivers and lakes, as if he was surrounded by wolves, and he refused to flinch in the slightest. Holding a long sword, he also shouted loudly:
"It's a bet!"

Although he is young and not yet weak, but the vigor he displayed at this time is no less than that of the surrounding rivers and lakes. They like bold and bold men the most in their life, and they don't care about hostility at the moment. They have a lot of affection for Wang Anfeng, applaud loudly, and say :

"it is good!"

"Hahaha, he's a man!"

Seeing that things were gradually out of his control, Xia Changqing struck the bluestone again with the weird broken knife in his hand, speeding up a little, but for some reason, since the young man opened his mouth, this weapon, which contained a little power of a magic weapon, seemed to meet It is like a natural enemy, and its effectiveness is greatly lost.

But at this time, he was asked to leave, but he couldn't.

In addition to Zhu Jianan, there are still five third-rank warriors. They don't know that this is Wang Anfeng's own behavior. Seeing him standing with Zhu Jianan, they only think it is arranged by the deputy chief arrester, so Xia Changqing has already retreated from the position at this time. Blocked, impossible to leave.

So he could only watch the boy in the other side speak in one person's ear, saw that person nod his head, and quickly left, there were forty or fifty patrols scattered around, and there were soldiers and civilians in the distance, watching the blue-shirted boy as if he was out of his scabbard. Like a sharp sword, looking at himself, uneasiness suddenly emerged in his heart.

A moment later, when he saw that the man over there had brought all kinds of medicines, he felt a slight pang in his heart, feeling remorse.

Wang Anfeng took the medicinal material and pounded it with the tool he borrowed together, because there are many patented medicines in it, which saves a lot of processing process. After a while, he made the blind medicine taught by the old man in his memory. , feeling a little bit of corrosion pain, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

At this time, it was as if waiting for the final sword to be stabbed.

The young man was filled with a hard-to-look edge, looked at Xia Changqing, and said loudly:
"This medicine can make the wound age..."

"If my predictions are correct, Mr. Xia will treat these disciples as abandoned sons, order them to forge the wounds of rebellion, complete the tasks you ordered, and then kill them personally!"

There was no kindness on the scribe's face, and he couldn't smile either.

Under such circumstances, not many people can still laugh out loud, and naturally they shouldn't laugh when they are 'questioned and slandered', so they said coldly:

"Brother, who do you want to test the medicine? You must know that the wounds on the living and the dead are different."

It is taboo for doctors to test poison with living people.

When everyone heard the words, there was a slight look of hesitation on their faces, and at this moment, the big man who bet on Wang Anfeng's life just now strode out, without any hesitation or fear, he opened his mouth and said:

"I come!"

After saying that, he pulled out the dagger at his waist and drew a big wound on his arm. He took the medicine in his hand and pressed it directly on his own wound.

His expression was distorted visible to the naked eye, obviously in extreme pain, but the ninja didn't say a word, allowing the veins on his forehead to bulge, and cold sweat oozes out. Knowing that he couldn't hold on in the end, he roared and let go of his palm.

The whole body was trembling slightly.

As everyone saw, the wound on his arm was by no means a new wound, but had stopped bleeding and started to form scars. Judging by the color of the surrounding skin, it had been at least a year or two, and his heart was shocked for a while.

They are not stupid, they are just preconceived, and they are affected by the evil weapon, and their mood is out of balance. At this time, both of them have been broken. Seeing this scene, there is nothing they don't understand.

At the moment, I was startled and angry, and looked at the scribes even more unkindly.

The latter frowned slightly, sneered and said:
"It is indeed an excellent method, but what can this prove?"

"At most, it's just that you have mastered this secret medicine."

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes and said:
"Sir, may it prove that you have never used similar secret medicine?"

Xia Changqing had a slightly ugly look on his face.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng suddenly spoke again, saying:
"Hufa Xia said that the killer is your spy, but did you know who was going to attack him on the day he was killed?!"

Xia Changqing's heart skipped a beat, and uneasiness suddenly emerged in his heart.

Wang Anfeng said softly:

"It's me, Great Qin Fufeng, the No. 13 son of the Murong family."

There was a sudden noise from the crowd over there, and a handsome young man in a yellow gown jumped up, waving his hands, and shouted loudly:
"It's me, yes, it's me!"

"It was Brother Wang who saved me!"

The voice was full of excitement, as if he felt that being kidnapped was something to be proud of. Wang Anfeng didn't want to talk to him, and just pretended that he hadn't seen it. He looked sideways at Xia Changqing and said:

"Leave aside the matter of you cleaning up the door."

"Bewitching rumors to confuse the crowd, fabricating things out of nothing, intending to kill and injure people in the court, but it is the truth."

"What should I do?!"

The scribe looked ugly, looked at Wang Anfeng in front of him, and looked at the ugly-looking martial artists around him, he burst into a long laugh, with a wild look, and said:
"This is all what you and the family say."

"You say it is so, so is it so? I am a member of the rivers and lakes. If you want to try my crimes, you should also be a member of the first village in the world. How can it be your turn..."

Before the last word was uttered, a stream of light suddenly lit up in the sky.

It seems that the sound has been lost, and the world is dead silent, except for a streamer of light.

The right arm of the gray-clothed scribe holding the knife was crushed by the violent energy, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere. After a few breaths, there was a violent wind and the sound of piercing the air, which was deafening.

Xia Changqing's complexion suddenly turned pale.

A solemn male voice echoed in the world.

"The world's No. [-] village is naturally in charge of things in the world."

"But this is Fufeng County."

"The evidence is solid, but the crime does not warrant death."

After the voice fell, Xia Changqing's complexion was already pale, aware of the injury on his body, his face was slightly cold.

If it is, it will not die.

Fu looked up at the blue-shirted boy over there again, his plan of taking advantage of the general situation was defeated by him, although there was resentment in his heart for a moment, but also a little admiration, praising his change, lamenting his mind, and in After the admiration, there was an even colder murderous intent.

PS: The third update... This plot is very boring, so I finished writing, and then... I'm going to kneel.

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