Heavenly Steps.

A knife split the door, and Yang Xin, who was about to run inside, looked at the Dazhong Gate that had opened on the opposite side in amazement......

"Yang Yishi, stop the thief!"

Kong Yinzhi held the silver ticket high in his hand and shouted as if holding a banner high.

To be precise, it can't be called a silver ticket, you must understand that there was no silver ticket in the Ming Dynasty, and the Tatar Qing Dynasty did not appear until the end of the period, so Wei Xiaobao spent silver tickets everywhere It was a joke, but there were meeting tickets, which had a similar effect but were not as casual as silver tickets. Usually, in order to facilitate the use of money, a large amount of silver is deposited somewhere in a commercial city, and then a meeting ticket is used to get it, similar to a check, Yang Xin has received this before, so the face value of this thing will rarely be small.

Yang Xin immediately stopped.

Then the bastard hurriedly turned around and looked at Zhang Dongbai, who had already rushed across the Bishui Bridge.

"It's too late!"

He shouted and continued to run.

Then dragging the hundred-pound broadsword built in Yanzhou, he rushed to Kong Yinzhi's side at a faster speed than the cavalry behind, and easily grabbed the silver ticket and stuffed it into a special pocket on the armor, saying that his preparation was also extremely sufficient, although this armor was actually used by cowhide and gold, but the outside of this pocket was a real forged steel plate, and even the arquebus bullets could not penetrate it.

Kong Yinzhi, who hadn't woken up to where the silver ticket had gone, was dragged into the middle gate by him.

Only then did Yang Xin turn around and face the surging cavalry, holding a broadsword like a god of war and blocking the door......

"Brother Kong, don't worry, Yang still has a certain breath, and he will never let the thief pass through this door!"

He said righteously.

Immediately after that, the cavalry of the Wenxiang Sect surged, and Yang Xin's big knife swept away, and immediately killed a group of people in front of the door, but at this time, Zhang Dongbai had also been stimulated to the point that his eyes were blood-red, and he knew that the Kong family's gold and silver mountains were not far away. And he thought that Yang Xin's old injuries had not healed, and he refused to miss this opportunity closest to wealth, and he retreated to the side, he kept urging his subordinates forward, and the surging torrent of disciples fiercely slammed into Yang Xin and the large middle gate behind him.

In fact, this large middle gate is not a real city gate.

The south gate of the Confucian Temple is actually the main gate of generations, but the Confucian Temple has expanded south again and again, and the original main gate has become two, three or even four gates, but the Confucian family only reached its peak in the Ming Dynasty, and these past gates and high walls are the main gates and courtyard walls of ordinary mansions. And it's not just a door, there are side doors on the left and right, this kind of defense line can't stop the enemy, it didn't have this purpose in the first place, just as the frontal cavalry attacked Yang Xin, the cavalry behind dismounted and began to climb the courtyard wall and even simply crashed into the side doors on both sides.

Kong Yinzhi ran backwards without hesitation.

Behind him there is also the same door.

At the moment when he rushed into the Shentong Gate and closed the gate, the Dazhong Gate was completely submerged, but then with a roar, Yang Xin, who was covered in blood, came out of it, dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in the roar of the enemy that drowned everything behind.

Kong Yinzhi, who was peeping through the crack in the door, closed the door without hesitation.

"Quick, bolt!"

He hurriedly commanded the house slaves.

The two house slaves stepped forward and quickly dropped the bolt, but at this moment, with a loud bang, the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife smashed through the crack in the door, and in the screams of the two house slaves, the bolt of the door was cut at once, and then the door was opened, and Yang Xin, who was covered in blood, immediately rushed in, turned around with a careless turn, and turned his back to Kong Yinzhi......

"Brother Kong, don't worry, I'm here!"

Yang Xin shouted.

Kong Yinzhi wanted to stab him in the back.

But at this time, it was too late, he gritted his teeth and took out a stack of silver tickets and stuffed them into Yang Xin's money bag.

"Yang Yishi, Kuiwen Pavilion can't pass, after Kuiwen Pavilion, you can't stop the thief!"

He said in a low voice.

Behind the same gate is Kuiwen Pavilion, that is, the Confucian Temple Library Building, and behind Kuiwen Pavilion is Dacheng Gate, inside is Dacheng Palace, Dacheng Gate and the South Gate of Confucius Mansion is a line, which is the core area of Confucius in the future. But there is an outward door outside the Dacheng Gate, and the east gate is outside the south gate of the Confucian Mansion, if Yang Xin sells Kuiwen Pavilion again, then the Wenxiang disciples do not need to enter the Dacheng Gate, and directly attack the main gate of the Confucian Mansion to the east.

Of course, there is also Xiang Yong outside.

Kong Zhi County personally led thousands of townships to block there.

But if Xiang Yong can't withstand it, the Wenxiang Sect will really enter the Confucian Mansion, and this is almost certain, it can be said that the only way to keep the Confucian Mansion is Yang Xin.

"This, Yang do your best, you also know that I am still injured."

Yang Xin said embarrassedly.

Kong Yinzhi gritted his teeth and stuffed him a few more.

"20,000 taels, as long as you can keep the thief out of Kuiwen Pavilion, Kong swears by his ancestors, and another 10,000 taels will be paid!"

He said.

"Then you might as well give up here!"

Yang Xin looked at both sides and said seriously.

"Then it's up to you!"

Kong Yinzhi said.

It is true that the same gate cannot be guarded, but Kuiwen Pavilion is different, it is a huge high-rise building, at this time a large number of domestic slaves have been deployed, the width of the Confucian Temple is less than two hundred meters from east to west, and the Kuiwen Pavilion itself is nearly forty meters wide.

He was originally going to stick to Kuiwen Pavilion.

The house slaves that the Kong family can fight at this time are all there, but those house slaves can't resist the hard attack of the Wenxiang sect, these house slaves shoot arrows on it at most, if the Wenxiang disciples rush up to fight hand-to-hand, they will definitely be defeated, so they must rely on Yang Xin, who can fight back. Although this bastard is desperate and shameless in asking for money, Kong Yinzhi also knows very well that as long as he gives enough money, Yang Xin will not let the Wenxiang Sect invade the Confucian Mansion, especially not to pass the Kuiwen Pavilion and cause trouble to the Dacheng Palace.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain Wanli.

These doors outside the Kuiwen Pavilion do not have much significance, it is the main gate of the Confucian Temple in the past dynasties, but the Dacheng Gate and the Dacheng Hall behind it are different, that is where the real saint lives, as long as the Wenxiang Sect does not enter the Dacheng Gate, then Yang Xin is the first merit in front of Wanli, but if the Wenxiang Sect enters the Dacheng Gate, even if they are still driven out in the end, Yang Xin's merits will be greatly reduced.

"Withdraw!"

Yang Xin then said.

The two of them, along with the house slaves, retreated to Kuiwen Pavilion as quickly as possible.

At this time, the corpse killed by Yang Xin at the Dazhong Gate had been cleared, and the Smelling Fragrance Sect led by Zhang Dongbai continued to chase and kill them, and as soon as they came out of the Ginseng Gate, the arrows and bullets shot from the Kuiwen Pavilion fell, and the Smelling Fragrance Sect disciples in the vanguard immediately fell in pieces. But they also reacted quickly, and the archers quickly boarded the Shentong Gate and fired at the Kong family slaves of Kuiwen Pavilion upstairs, while the elites below continued to attack hard, quickly approaching Kuiwen Pavilion with sharp arrows and bullets falling overhead.

But it's a pity that Yang Xin is waiting for them below, this guy is in front of the Kuiwen Pavilion with a horizontal sword, like a killing god, he comes to kill one by one, and the Wenxiang Sect who lacks a real super fierce general, there is nothing he can do in front of his Qinglong Yanyue Knife, especially the cowhide gold armor on his body and the armor inside, he is completely immune to bows and arrows, and the Wenxiang Sect who attacked Kuiwen Pavilion was killed by him in a blink of an eye.

"Kill, kill all these demons!"

Overhead, Kong Yinzhi roared excitedly.

Then his roar stopped abruptly.

Just when the Wenxiang Sect was frustrated and didn't dare to step forward for a while, Yang Xin left his post again and ran in.

"He's hurt!"

Zhang Dongbai screamed.

The cultists roared and charged forward.

"Yang Yishi ......"

Kong Yinzhi shouted anxiously at the top of the stairs.

"Quick, quick, replenish blood!"

Yang Xin shouted anxiously.

"Quick, get the ticket!"

Kong Yinzhi shouted with a crying voice.

The cronies next to him quickly held the box, Kong Yinzhi looked at the enemy who had arrived in front of the door, painfully grabbed a handful of tickets and stuffed them into Yang Xin's money bag, and then Yang Xin roared like a recharged RMB player, and slammed the Qinglong Yanyue Knife into those Xiangxiang disciples, and saw that the knife turned into a cold light, and the Xiangxiang disciples who entered the door were instantly cut in half and turned into a pile of screaming dead corpses. The next moment, Yang Xin was like an angry bison, majestically killed, Zhang Dongbai, who was already in front of the door, was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around, but then Yang Xin coughed violently twice and turned his head and ran back to Kuiwen Pavilion......

"Replenish blood, replenish blood!"

He howled in frenzy.

Kong Yinzhi grabbed the ticket without tears and quickly stuffed it into his money bag.

Zhang Dongbai, who saw hope again, just turned his head outside, and saw Yang Xin rushing out again with murderous energy.

"I'm your ancestor!"

He howled in grief.

He didn't know the same thing, and Kong Yinzhi in the Kuiwen Pavilion also wanted to shout.

This time, Zhang Dongbai didn't run away, he took the most elite subordinates beside him, and rushed straight to Yang Xin with a shout.

Yang Xin, who had just killed another pass, did not hesitate to retreat.

At this time, there was no need for him to say it, Kong Yinzhi simply stuffed all the remaining tickets into his money bag.

"Forty thousand taels, the Kong family has saved these in the capital, and the rest is gold and silver!"

Kong Yinzhi howled as if he had lost his mind.

"Brother Kong, watch me go and get his dog's head!"

Yang Xin said with satisfaction.

Immediately after that, he rushed straight towards Zhang Dongbai, the green dragon glaive knife swept left and right, and the subordinates in front of Zhang Dongbai instantly turned into fragmented dead corpses, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them looked at each other, the spear in Zhang Dongbai's hand stabbed Yang Xin directly, and the spears of dozens of subordinates beside him also stabbed straight ahead, and the dense spear forest was like a Spanish phalanx. But the hundred-pound broadsword in Yang Xin's hand just swept across, and in the sound of a broken spear shaft, all the spears were broken, Zhang Dongbai threw away the broken spear shaft as quickly as possible, pulled out the iron shovel behind his back and crashed into Yang Xin.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife in Yang Xin's hand was thrown forward, and Zhang Dongbai lowered his head to dodge, but this one hundred and twenty pound weapon smashed out a scream behind him.

The next moment, Yang Xin, who was moving forward at full speed, came in front of him.

Zhang Dongbai smashed it down.

But it's a pity that the speed difference between the two is too big, and before the iron shovel in his hand can fall, Yang Xin's right hand has already grabbed his neck, and with the strength of running forward, he immediately pressed him backwards, and then slammed into the stone slab in front of the door......