The carriage was moving, and the sound of gurgling wheels, like hypnotic music, made people drowsy. Wu Song sat in the carriage, with stones on one side, the bald donkey had already fallen on his head, lying on the carriage and falling asleep, the thunderous snoring was even louder than the sound of the wheels, and Wu Song couldn't calm down and think about the things in Baxian Town.

Looking at the situation of the bald donkey's harath flowing to his chin, Wu Song couldn't wait to rush up and slap him twice, waking him up. In desperation, he had no choice but to close his eyes, thinking about the cultivation of the sword soul in the Crazy Dragon Sword Technique, and slowly, he also entered the state.

Several carriages, along the mountain road, drove straight all the way, and it was estimated that they would be able to reach Baxian Town before dark.

It is said that this Baxian Town is not an ordinary town, it is the gateway between Qingzhou and Jiangzhou, located next to the official road of the two states, and the officials who escort the prisoners, the materials in circulation or the merchants who come and go from the south to the north must pass through here, therefore, the business of inns, restaurants and even brothels in Baxian Town is very prosperous.

The reason why Liangshan chose this place was also because of its geographical advantages, if the officers and soldiers of Jiangzhou wanted to escort Song Jiang and a few people, they would have to pass through Baxian Town.

The carriage drove out of the jungle, and an hour had passed, and a lot of hot sweat appeared on Wu Song's forehead, not stuffy, but in a hurry to practice the sword technique. Because no matter how hard he tried, the realm of this layer of sword soul was impossible to break through, just like a thin barrier, he could be seen clearly, but he couldn't break through.

Wu Song opened his eyes and exhaled weakly, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with the corner of his sleeve, and sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that what the knife madness said is right, the cultivation of this sword soul realm depends more on fate, and he can't be in a hurry at all.

Since this was the case, Wu Song had to leave it behind for the time being, lift the curtains, and watch the scenery outside.

Everywhere you look, there is already a little bit of life, and many large and small villages appear in the field of vision, but there is no imaginary pastoral scenery, but everywhere is a desolate and bleak appearance. The dilapidated walled and tiled houses, the old people, women and children in tattered clothes, the abandoned fields overgrown with weeds, and the sight of almost no young and strong man, Wu Song sighed secretly, this is another dynasty of yin and yang decline.

Wu Song looked at it for a while, but the more he looked at it, the heavier his mood became, the so-called out of sight is pure, when he was about to put down the curtains, several figures not far away made his heart sink in the twilight, a trace of murder flashed in his eyes, and he shouted to the front, "Stop." ”

The carriage came to a halt, and with a sharp strangulation, the horse neighed, and its hooves stopped, causing the sleeping stones on the carriage to stumble and almost fall. He opened his hazy sleepy eyes, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and asked in a daze, "Big brother, how is it, have you arrived?" ”

Wu Song stood up and said in a cold tone, "Stone, do you want to kill someone?" ”

At the mention of killing, Shi Wushen's eyes immediately lit up, "Big brother, you also know my temper, do you need to talk about it?" ”

Wu Song jumped out of the carriage, the stone followed, he took a few steps, and commanded the stone behind him, "Listen to my instructions later, and you can only do it when I tell you to do it." ”

Shi nodded, followed behind Wu Song, and continued to walk forward.

Under the somewhat gloomy sky, a group of soldiers dressed in bright official uniforms, holding bloody Pu knives in their hands, around them, were full of dead corpses and moans, when Wu Song came here, a leading officer and soldier, was pulling the Pu knife out of the chest of an unkempt man, the man's yellow and thin face showed pain, covered his chest and fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then there was no movement.

The leading officer and soldier looked proud, his crazy gaze swept around, as if he had found some target, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, but the other soldiers all looked in the other direction, and he also turned around, and found two men walking on the opposite side, one with a calm face, and the other with a fierce face, and the vicious gaze made several of them shudder.

Wu Song came to the front of this group of soldiers, his face was calm, and he couldn't see any joy or anger. Before he could speak, the soldier who looked like the leader bent down, with a flattering look on his face, "I don't know the name of the son, what happened to him, if it is useful to the villain's place, although the villain is a captain in Qingzhou City, he will still do his best." ”

The soldier's name was Wang Congyi, a lieutenant in the Qingzhou garrison army, and he was about to go to Jiangzhou to escort a batch of supplies. This Wang Congyi's ability to observe words and colors is very good, he saw that Wu Song was dressed extraordinary, and the stone was a powerful look, so he knew that the identity of the two was extraordinary, so he groveled, wanting to gain the favor of the other party first, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.

Wu Song looked at Wang Congyi's deferential face, and suddenly smiled, "The official is polite, I am just a member of the neighborhood, surnamed Zhou, because I saw the official killing people here, so I was curious, I came to take a look, I don't know what crime these people have committed, but it has caused the official to be so angry." ”

Seeing that the other party was just a member, the deference on Wang Congyi's face decreased slightly, but he still replied politely, "It turned out to be Liu Yuanwai, Wang is polite, did Liu Yuanwai ask these untouchables, oh, these people should be refugees from the north." But these pickled pampers are really hateful, they actually walked past me when I was drinking, these stinking untouchables, I almost spit out the wine, Liu Yuanwai, you said these people should be killed. ”

After Wang Congyi finished speaking, Pu Dao poked the dead man again, and laughed insolently, and the group of officers and soldiers behind him also laughed, like a wolf howling and a dog barking.

Wu Song also laughed, his laughter was dry, and without laughing a few times, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "That's right, it should be killed, it should be killed." ”

As soon as Wang Congyi's laughter stopped, he was about to say something, when suddenly a knife light flashed, and before he could even see the hand of the person who used the knife, it was already pitch black in front of him.

A head was thrown up, the headless corpse fell backwards, and blood gushed out like a fountain on the soldiers who were still laughing wildly, and the laughter came to an abrupt end, "Wang...... Captain Wang! A look of horror appeared on the faces of the soldiers, and the people retreated, and the timid ones even fell to the ground with weak legs.

A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and the Longquan knife regained its brightness, killing people without blood, which is the characteristic of every treasure knife, Wu Song said coldly, "You pickled talents, you actually make trouble when I sleep, and I can't sleep peacefully, you say, you deserve to die." ”

The soldiers were so frightened that their faces were like ashes, and after seeing Wu Song's sword skills, they didn't even have the intention of escaping, and they all knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.