Fang Jing continued to listen on the rooftop, maybe he could get more news, or maybe he could get some more useful news altogether.

"Lord, it's a pity for our disciples, I'm afraid it's more than lucky." The man's voice came.

"Lord, I think the number of people in my Qingmen is not much, and I have heard the rumors recently, and the court seems to have begun to encircle and suppress me again, so I am afraid that it will be ...... in the future" The woman's voice said.

"Alright, let's see this in a few days." The old man's voice came.

Fang Jing waited quietly for half an hour, and no sound came again, estimating that it was possible to suspend the discussion, thinking that they had already finished the conversation, and then rushed down from the roof.

"What are you looking for me? I just wanted to meet you. Fang Jing rushed down and shouted at the closed door.

The people in the house heard someone shouting outside the house, and immediately opened the door, but they saw Fang Jing, a few people who were originally in the bamboo forest and were preparing to raid Fangjia Village, and their faces turned pale with fright, and they looked at Fang Jing and were stunned.

"Who is Your Excellency? Why trespass on our homes? Standing in the middle of the door, an old man with gray hair and a white beard, a slightly old face, medium height, and a gray shirt stared at Fang Jing and said loudly.

"Didn't you send your men to raid our village, just to find me? If you have something to find me, you can send a message, you break in directly with a sword like this, and you will have to die if you don't die, do you think that the words of seven killings I once said in Chang'an East City are farting? Fang Jing stood not far from the door and said softly.

"You are the Fang family child in Chang'an East City, who spoke wildly, okay, I didn't find you, but you sent it to the door yourself." Dressed in white, holding a long sword in her hand, with a cyan mask on her face, her delicate face was faint, and the medium-sized woman pointed at Fang Jing and shouted loudly.

"Yo, you don't want to marry someone and have a baby or something, follow a large group of old men around, and you're not afraid that your ancestors will crawl out of the grave and strangle you, you still have a face to live, I really don't know how thick your skin is." Fang Jing said angrily.

"Boy, look for death." The woman couldn't wait, drew her sword and quickly approached, and the tip of the sword stabbed at Fang Jing.

"Bang" Fang Jing raised her leg and kicked it out, it doesn't matter if you are a woman or a man, if you dare to draw your sword in front of me and shout and kill, you will be crippled if you don't die.

The "bang" woman hit the wall of the room and fell to the ground, with a lot of blood on the corner of her mouth, and it is estimated that she has suffered very serious internal injuries.

"If you don't want to die, you have to burn high incense, crooked, I don't know who borrowed your guts?" Fang Jing looked at the woman with blood on the corner of her mouth at this moment and said.

Everyone standing outside the door saw that Fang Jing was just a kick, and knocked their Qingmen master guards to the ground, and they were so shocked that their mouths were about to fall, this is one of the few masters in their Qingmen, how is this possible, how can they abolish people with one kick?

"Choking" Everyone pulled out the long sword in their hands, and quickly surrounded Fang Jing, waiting for their lord to give an order, and they must cut Fang Jing into pulp.

"You're the Fang family's child?" The gray-clothed old man stared at Fang Jing for a long time, then looked at the woman on the wall before he spoke.

Every time Fang Jing heard the word "child", she was very unhappy, "Xiao'er's call", is it because you are old? Every time, Fang Jing can be half killed.

"Old coffin, you'd better put my mouth a little tighter, don't make me angry, otherwise, hehe, you can be like her." Fang Jing was not polite, and directly came to the old coffin.

"Bold." A young man standing beside the gray-clothed old man pointed his sword at Fang Jing and shouted, he didn't want Fang Jing to say this about their master.

"What's the matter, isn't he an old coffin? The old guy who can't live for a few years, what is it if it's not an old coffin? You'd better not point your broken sword at me, if you want to be like her, you can try again. Fang Jing pointed to the woman who was still lying on the ground and said, the unhappiness in her heart increased little by little at this time, and if she said too much, it would affect her mood.

"Why did you hurt my people when you came? That's unreasonable, right? The gray-shirted old man stared at Fang Jing and said.

"Old fellow, you sent someone to our village to look for trouble, and you didn't allow me to come and see it? I sent dozens of people to our village, but I am alone now, and Fangjia Village suffers a loss. Fang Jing looked at the big ticket and said.

"I just want to ask you to do us a favor, and I don't want to go to Fangjia Village to find trouble, I think you made a mistake." The gray-shirted old man argued.

"Haha, you mouth, can you really say that dozens of people went to a peasant village with swords to ask for help? Can I kill your group and tell you that I'm here to help you escape? Fang Jing listened to the old man's words, and he didn't want to laugh.

After listening to Fang Jing's words, everyone was shocked, and the sword in their hands was held hard, and they all stared at Fang Jing nervously, for fear that Fang Jing would suddenly draw his sword and rush over.

"Isn't Your Excellency too arrogant? Is that unreasonable? "The old man was also angry, shouting and shouting to kill, only we can, how did it get to the mouth of the child in front of him, but it was so simple, and he was worried about whether the child in front of him would really draw his sword and kill, and the garrison in the Golden State City must know that if he wants to escape this catastrophe, he can only outwit, but he can't do it hard.

"Arrogant? Unreasonable? So many of you come to our village, do you reason? Isn't it arrogant? Don't you think that when you eat, you are scolding others for eating? Fang Jing listened to this old guy's words, and really didn't know if he was really old and had no bottom line.

"You ......, ignorant child, how can you insult me so much." The gray-shirted old man was so angry by Fang Jingyi's call that he didn't know what to say.

"I won't talk nonsense with you, if you dare to come to my Fangjia Village to find trouble, there is only one way, then go to the underworld to report, remember, my name is Fang Jing, Fang Jing of Fangjia Village." Fang Jing really didn't want to have a debate with this old guy, end it early, and go back to Fangjia Village as soon as possible, and she was afraid that there would be other bandits in Fangjia Village.

"Are you going to kill us? Aren't you afraid of the government? The gray-shirted old man began to be scared in his heart, this is really going to fight, but it's really hard to get out.

"Kill you, soon." As soon as Fang Jing finished speaking, he drew his sword in his right hand and flew forward.

After a few breaths, except for the old man, everyone present fell to the ground, and their necks were all slashed by Fang Jing's sword, and blood flowed.

"Ahem, cough, cough" All the other people who were slashed by Fang Jing held their necks, and the fear in their eyes was infinitely magnified, waiting for the shroud of death.

"You, you, you." The gray-shirted old man didn't know what to say anymore, pointing at Fang Jing, in this old man's heart, he had already regarded Fang Jing as a ghost and god, and in a few breaths, all his disciples were killed with a sword, which is the means of a strong person, this can only be done by the means of ghosts and gods.

"You don't want you, you don't want you, you have to go to the underworld to report in a while, this world is not peaceful, you people are looking for things every day, you are not a good bird, what is the master of the Taiyi Gate who died last time, and it is the same as you, all of them are pretending to be garlic, they all think that Lao Tzu is the first in the world, it is better to stay at home and wait for death if you don't have that ability, and find a place to bury it quietly, isn't it? You have to run all over the world, isn't it boring? Fang Jing said helplessly.

It is said that Fang Jing has no good feelings or bad feelings in his heart for these hidden sects, as long as he doesn't come to provoke himself, Fang Jing doesn't bother to go to them, unless someone who wants to drink Meng Po soup is in a hurry to find trouble.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I took those books and the roster, and I have already handed over the roster to the saint, and the book is in my hands." Fang Jing didn't forget to tell the old man about the book and the roster.

"It turned out to be you." The gray-shirted old man will understand, but right now, the top and bottom of the Qingmen are basically all wiped out, and most of the people who have no names on the roster are here, and the people on the roster will not let go if they want to come to the court.

In addition to fear, there is only unwillingness left, the inheritance of Qingmen for thousands of years is about to be broken into his hands, and the gray-shirted old man shed tears of remorse.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be." The gray-shirted old man shouted loudly, with endless unwillingness in his heart.

"Huh" Fang Jing flew directly forward, and a sword slashed through the neck of the gray-shirted old man.

Fang Jing didn't care about this old guy anymore, and slowly approached the woman who was still lying on the ground, Fang Jing was not a ruthless person, but for these people, if they could kill, they would never show mercy to their subordinates, let alone let go of anyone who dared to find trouble in Shangjia Village, and neither could women.

"You should also report to the underworld." Fang Jing said softly to the woman on the ground.

Subsequently, a sword ended her, which can be regarded as an end to this matter.

The wind is still blowing, small snowflakes are scattered in the sky, drifting to the earth, cold, cold, pale, everything shows that this courtyard has changed from the original vitality, to the endless death at this time, no one knows what happened here, if the wind and snow are affectionate, maybe it is no longer like this, but the wind and snow are ruthless, maybe in a few days, the corpses on the ground will be covered by the wind and snow, freezing everything here, as for whether anyone cares about things here, these are not things that Fang Jing needs to consider, Fang Jing is only worried about Fangjia Village in his heart.

Fang Jing had already left at this time and returned to Fangjia Village, fortunately, Fangjia Village was fine, but Qian Jing was a little worried about Fang Jing's departure, after seeing Fang Jing, he hurriedly ran over to report what happened last night, and informed Fang Jing of all the situation, Fang Jing didn't say anything after hearing it, and directly asked him to bring back the soldiers patrolling and guarding, and asked Qian Shi to inform the people in the village, nothing was safe, and it had passed.

Fang Jing didn't know how many hidden sects there were in this world, and he didn't know if they would send people to Fangjia Village, although he was not afraid, but what Fang Jing was most afraid of was that they gathered to besiege, he was just one person, and he couldn't guarantee everyone in Fangjia Village, but fortunately, there were hundreds of soldiers in Fangjia Village, and they could resist some time.

In the following time, Fangjia Village continued to do daily things, how it should be or how, as if nothing had happened, the people of Fangjia Village didn't know much about it, let alone any other outsiders, and they didn't see any corpses, so the vast majority of people didn't know the situation.

The corpses were all disposed of by the soldiers, only they knew how to deal with them, even Fang Jing didn't bother, they had their own methods, and Fang Jing didn't need to think about these things.

"Little sister, don't make trouble, my brother is making up a book for you, go and play." At this time, Fang Jing was holding a pen and writing some words on the white paper.

"Brother, why is this paper so white?" Fang Yuan looked at the white paper on the table, a little curious, thinking that she would go to school next year, and she must bring this kind of white paper to her brother for her to write.

"This is a good white paper, not the kind of straw paper, when you go to school, my brother will prepare paper and pen for you at that time, don't surround me, go play on the side, you all surround me, you can't make up a book, you won't have a book to read in the future." Fang Jing said helplessly, the little babies in the family were very curious, and they were reluctant to leave around Fang Jing, all disturbing Fang Jing's thoughts.

"Okay, brother, you can make up a book." Fang Yuan said unhappily, turned around and went to the room where they slept to play, the two of them didn't follow, just sat quietly and watched Fang Jing compile the book, Chen Erlin and his wife have always been curious about what kind of book Fang Jing compiled, although they are illiterate, but everyone is eager to know some words.

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