Xuan Yi rounded his arm and made a "snap", which was a slap in Xu Cong's face.

This slap made Xu Cong dizzy, and Xuan Yi fell to the ground because of too much force. Xu Cong didn't care about the burning pain on his face, and stepped forward to help him.

Xuan Yiyi pushed him away: "Get out!" ”

Xu Cong fell to the ground, Xuan Yi got up, and while walking towards Shen Kang, he roared and scolded: "Rabbit cub! I'm so bitter that you lied to me! I'll strangle you! ”

When it was too late, a man in soap suddenly jumped up in the crowd, only to hear the sound of the wind tearing through the sky, and the fallen leaves swept up, and the man hit Xuanyi on the back with a stick.

Xuanyi fell forward by habit, with a "ahhh

"What a handsome kung fu!" Jiang Liuxuan praised.

"Xuanyi! You say, "Who are you going to kill?" ”

The crowd scattered on both sides, and Zhang Yi stepped forward with his hands in his hands. Zhang Ge followed closely behind his father, and several messengers carried a highly decomposed corpse, carrying a body of righteousness and the smell of rotten meat falling from the sky.

Zhang Yi pointed to the corpse, glared angrily, and asked, "Look, who is this person!" ”

Shen Kang retreated to the side without a trace, Wang Lu folded his fan to cover his nose, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" ”

Shen Kang smiled: "Self-inflicted." ”

The two classes of officials were promoted in this courtyard, Zhang Yan sat on the chair, and the two officials directly cut Xuanyi's hands on the ground, and in front of him was Zhao Wanxi's father.

Xuan Yi knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his eyes kept turning, and shouted, "Wronged! ”

Zhang Yan snorted coldly and said, "Before the official asked you, he shouted that he was wronged, which shows that his heart is weak." Someone! Don't come over the flail, hit thirty times to kill the stick. ”

"Eh!" Xuan Yi bowed again and again: "My lord is wronged! Poor and wronged! This stick is a stick, the old man can't stand it! ”

Zhang Yan squinted his eyes and said: "To tell you the truth, the official already knows the matter of your murder for money, if you know each other, you will give the official one by one, if you don't recognize it, don't blame the official's stick for not having long eyes!" ”

As soon as Xuan saw the corpse in front of him, he knew that things had changed, how much he regretted it at this moment, if he took some risks that day and burned him down, wouldn't he die without proof!

At this moment, he didn't care about anything to say, he just hoped to escape and save his life.

He trembled and said, "I don't know, I don't know. ”

Zhang Yan snorted coldly, turned his eyes to look at the two kneeling little Taoist priests in the distance, and asked, "Okay, well, since you are old, this official will not embarrass you." ”

He pointed to the two little Taoist priests and said: "Those two are in cahoots with the demon Dao, but they are young and strong enough to withstand the stick and beat!" ”

"Yes!" The yacha responded in unison, and went forward, in a group of four, two of them used sticks to overwhelm him with sticks, and the other two took off Xiaodao's pants and beat him.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

The thick plates staggered and hit Xiaodao's snow-white buttocks, but after a few clicks, he saw a bruise, and the little Taoist priest wailed again and again, begging for mercy.

"Don't fight, don't fight! It's all done by Xuanyi! It's all done by Xuanyi! ”

Zhang Yan raised his hand, Yacha stopped the stick, and asked, "Tell me more!" ”

Xuanyi roared like crazy: "Shut up! ”

The little Taoist priest trembled, and sure enough, he stopped.

Zhang Yan snorted coldly and said, "Plug his mouth." ”

The two yacha stepped forward and stuffed a piece of rag into Xuanyi's mouth. Xuan Yi struggled desperately, staring at the two little Taoist priests with threatening eyes.

Zhang Xian snorted coldly: "Fight again!" ”

As he spoke, the little Taoist priest was once again pressed to the ground, and blood was already splashed on the buttocks of the other little Taoist priest: "I said! I say! Let me say it! ”

Zhang Yi nodded and said, "Come on!" ”

The little Taoist priest burst into tears, not repenting for helping Xuanyi kill people, but it hurt too much. He cried and said: "Five years ago, it was the fifteenth year of Jiajing, and in June of that year, a merchant passed by Jinmingshan and stayed in Guanli at night. This person's surname is Zhao Mingxing, and he came from Yuezhou to Runing Mansion to sell Nanyang jade. ”

Seeing this, another little Taoist priest hurriedly said, "I said, I'll say!" Master asked me to serve Zhao Xing, I know more! ”

Xuan Yi burst into tears, and made a "woo" sound from his mouth, as if cursing.

"Okay, you can do it." Zhang Xiandao.

The little Taoist priest clearly heard the master who had the grace of nurturing him scolding, but he didn't look back, didn't give him a look, and said: "The master loves to be close to the merchants who come and go, so he invited Zhao Xing to drink that night." The two went back and forth, and they talked very harmoniously. Zhao Xing got drunk and got carried away, saying that he had a treasure, which was priceless, beautiful, and couldn't put it down. At this point, the master set his sights on him. Laboriously drunk Zhao Xing, and found that all of his baggage were ordinary gold, silver, jade bracelets and other things, but there was only one thing, which was made of gilt. The master thought that gilt was not valuable, but he felt that the treasure Zhao Xing said was it, so he wanted to keep it for himself. ”

At this time, Zhao Xing woke up and saw the master rummaging through his baggage, he was very displeased, and argued with the master. The master asked him for the gilded artifact, but Zhao Xing naturally refused, saying that the object was his treasure. The master wanted to ask for money again, but Zhao Xing still refused. So..."

When the little Taoist priest said this, he finally made up his mind and glanced at Xuanyi.

But Xuanyi had already lost hope, his hair was scattered and mixed with the long flowing beard on his chest, and his precious robe was fluttering, all of which had lost his former brilliance, like a down-and-out beggar.

The little Taoist priest gritted his teeth, turned his eyes to look at Zhang Yi and said, "Master snatched that artifact, and used it, used it... beat Zhao Xing to death and threw him into a dry well in the backyard of the Taoist temple. Until a few days ago, the master was about to leave the Taoist temple, and he couldn't rest assured that Zhao Xing's corpse was gone, so the two of us buried him in the south of Jinming Mountain. ”

Xuan Yi drooped his head and cried bitterly, his slightly fat body trembled, he looked at Xu Cong, how much he hoped that Xu Cong could help him say a word.

But Xu Cong had already listened stupidly, and when he understood, he took a few steps back, wanting to hide in the crowd.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Yi couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes full of disappointment.

Zhang Yi turned his eyes to look at Xuanyi and said, "Take off the mouth cloth." ”

The yacha pulled out the gag cloth, and Zhang Yi then asked, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

Xuan Yi shook his head, tears dripping, and said slowly: "There is nothing to say." Poor Dao pleaded guilty. ”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly with satisfaction, raised his eyes to look at Shen Kang, and smiled again.

Shen Kang bowed his hand, bowed, and then stayed out of the matter.

Zhang Yi waved his hand, and the yacha stepped forward, wrote down their confessions, and asked Xuanyi to sign and detach. Xuan Yi hurriedly signed his name, and when he was about to press his handprint, he suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Xian and said: "My lord, Poor Dao knows that he is deeply guilty, and he will definitely die this time, only one last thing, please answer it, let Poor Dao die clearly." ”