In the sky above the cottage, accompanied by the sound of energy explosion, the two full-note giant swords suspended in mid-air instantly turned into nothingness, the sky where the two giant swords were located, the whole notes of the two pianists were scattered in all directions, the whole notes of Ye Xianglun's side were like crumbling leaves, floating weakly in the air, and the whole notes of Mr. Liao's side were scattered, like deflated balloons, slowly falling.

"Bang ——"

With a crisp sound like glass exploding, Mr. Liao sat down and the whole note disc exploded.

"Poof——"

A mouthful of blood spat out, and Mr. Liao fell rapidly from the sky.

"Knock ——"

"Whoa——"

After Mr. Liao's whereabouts, he slammed heavily on the square table where the ministers were drinking, and the thick peachwood square table shattered in response, and the ministers sitting at the table lay on their backs on the ground.

Ye Xianglun in the sky drove the whole note, slowly approaching everyone, on the stone steps, everyone looked up to Ye Xianglun falling from the sky, like a god descending from the sky, in awe.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem——"

Mr. Liao reluctantly got up from the broken wood chips, looked at the young pianist in front of him unwillingly, and said with a weak breath in his mouth: "If I hadn't underestimated the enemy, I would not have been defeated in your hands with only eight successful efforts!"

Mr. Liao, who was lying on his back in the debris, regretted that he had not injected the last whole note into the big sword.

"Hmph, you still refuse to admit defeat?"

Ye Xianglun didn't argue, he flicked his fingers, and all the whole notes in his mind poured out, and eighty-eight whole notes were scattered in the air, like the aura behind the Buddha, making Ye Xianglun look unfathomable at this moment.

"What? Why do you have so much whole note energy?" Mr. Liao asked in shock as he looked at the vast amount of whole note energy behind Ye Xianglun in surprise.

"My level is something you can't see through!"

Ye Xianglun's confident answer made Mr. Liao despair.

After speaking, Ye Xianglun plucked the strings lightly, and a whole note behind him was called out, lingering in front of Mr. Liao.

"I'm a class pianist, you dare to touch me?" Mr. Liao threatened in horror when he saw that the whole note in front of him did not have much kindness.

"Hahahaha! It's because you're from the Banmen that you have to die today!"

Without waiting for Mr. Liao to say more, the whole note turned into a sharp blade and pierced through Mr. Liao's throat.

"Uh——"

With a soft cry, Mr. Liao lay heavily in the debris and did not move.

"Scare ——"

The deacons of the Banmen side were defeated to this point?! The ministers never expected that Mr. Liao, the deacon of the six southern countries of the Banmen who boasted about Haikou before the war, was actually killed by an unknown mountain and field qin master in an instant.

"We are not copycats, this matter has nothing to do with us!"

The ministers were no longer in the mood to watch a good show at the moment, and crawled on the ground like a lost dog.

"Officials and bandits collude, no one is good, they will die!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Xianglun drove the whole note, and silently, cut off the heads of the ministers to the ground.

"Uncle spare my life! I don't dare to do anything wrong anymore, so I will order my subordinates to scatter all the money and food, and from now on take my brothers to do good things for the people of Yaoshan!"

After the leaders of the cottage saw the death of the ministers, the young violinist in front of him moved his indifferent gaze to everyone, and after seeing that it was useless to threaten and escape, several cottage leaders had to take the initiative to kneel and beg for mercy.

"It's a pity that you got it too late!"

The sound of strings sounded again in the middle of the stone steps, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Xianglun was in a pool of blood in front of him.

In the courtyard of the cottage, a group of minions, seeing that all the leaders died in an instant, at this moment, the violinist who seemed to kill the god focused his eyes on everyone again, and a group of minions hid in the corner of the wall and trembled.

"A few of you, you can come out to work!" Ye Xianglun didn't stay too much on these minions, but shouted loudly at the back mountain.

Ye Xianglun's voice came to the back mountain, only to hear the drums and shouts in the back mountain, and after a while, the smoke rose sharply in the back mountain, and then, the smell of grease burning wafted, and everyone knew that the back mountain was on fire.

Seeing that the luthier didn't seem to pay much attention to him, some minions tried to escape from the cottage, and the rest of the minions also rushed out of the cottage.

As the fire spread in the back mountain, several salt sellers who came to Yaoshan with Ye Xianglun walked into the cottage from the back mountain.

"Mr. Ye, what's the matter, have these minions been scared away?" After stepping into the gate of the village, the salt sellers saw that the cottage was empty, so they asked.

Ye Xianglun didn't speak, but pointed to the high platform before the salt sellers stepped forward to take a look, and said in surprise: "What! These cottage leaders were all killed by Mr. Ye?"

"Isn't this Lord Qi of Nanxiang?

"Lord Qin is here too!"

"Ha! These are all corrupt officials and evil gentry in Nanxiang, and they are really good to die!"

"Mr. Ye, did you do this? You really punished the traitors and eliminated the evil for the people of Nanxiang!"

"Hahahaha! Now Nanxiang is going to be peaceful!"

Several salt sellers could not help but rejoice when they saw that all the bandits and filthy officials they hated were dead.

"After the Yaoshan bullies are eradicated, I hope that the shopkeeper Yu and them can live a comforting life from now on!" Ye Xianglun said leisurely while wiping the guqin.

"Yaoshan Cottage has looted a lot of money, grain and materials, why don't Mr. Ye do it to the end and scatter this money and grain to the nearby people?"

"I don't have the heart to do such great good deeds for all sentient beings! I will leave these things to you to deal with, selling illicit salt is not a serious industry, after getting capital from here, you can go to Nanxiang to do some serious business! I hope that the next time I see you, it will not be the same as it is now!" Ye Xianglun said as he said, he had already packed his bags, and with the sound of string plucking, a whole note disc had risen from the cottage.

"Don't forget to say goodbye to Shopkeeper Yu on my behalf!" On the whole note disk, Ye Xianglun looked in the direction of the eastern mountain range.

"Mr. Xie Ye's cultivation grace!" Several salt sellers looked at the direction of Ye Xianglun's departure and kowtowed.

The salt sellers watched Ye Xianglun's figure disappear into the distant sky, and then slowly got up, and after a long sigh, the leader of the salt sellers first said: "Mr. Ye is really generous, a pianist like Mr. Ye is so generous, he will definitely become a respected party in the future!"

"Yes, he single-handedly wiped out the bandits, but we got the benefits, and when we first met Mr. Ye, we didn't handle the relationship very well, who would believe it!" said another salt seller.

"Damn! Lao Tzu has never served anyone in his life! It wasn't until I met Mr. Ye that I knew what it meant to throw myself to the ground!" The grumpy man expressed his inner admiration in a rough voice.

"That's right! I am fortunate to meet Mr. Ye in this life, this life is worth it!"

After several people finished praising them, they soon found a place where a group of mountain bandits stored money and grain in the cottage, and when they opened the warehouse door, a group of salt sellers were shocked by the mountains of money and grain in front of them.

"I didn't expect this gang of mountain bandits to loot so many people's fat and people's ointment, Mr. Ye really did a great good deed for the people in the Yaoshan area this time!" the leader of the salt sellers sighed unconsciously as he looked at the dazzling warehouse.

"Big brother, what do you do with these things?"

"Divide a small half of this money and grain, and our brothers will divide it together with the shopkeeper Yu, and the rest will be given to the people nearby!" The leader of the salt sellers looked at the full warehouse of money and grain, and said categorically, "When Mr. Ye is leaving, he wants me to do some serious business, now that we have the capital, we must get ahead, I hope that after he sees Mr. Ye again in the future, he can do some things for his old man!"

"Okay! I'm willing to go to the soup for Mr. Ye!"

The crowd chanted together.