The first update.

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There are very few people in this world who would rather die than give in.

Under the threat of their lives, no matter how anxious and unwilling the Wudang disciples were, the sword still stabbed out after all.

There's no turning back.

Amid the wailing of the three officers, Song Mingjing continued to force a beggar Qing soldier to go up to mend his sword, and ordered a group of white-faced Wudang disciples to hold their swords and stare at them.

In the last 150 or so Qing soldiers, only three refused to attack and were killed on the spot, and the rest were obedient.

Immediately afterwards, Song Mingjing tore off a piece of cloth and wrote "swish" with blood.

For traditional characters, he was originally limited to the level of being able to read but not write, but now that his memory has increased greatly, those glyphs naturally come to mind.

After a while, he finished writing, casually threw the cloth to a Wudang disciple, and said, "Read!" ”

The disciple spread out the cloth book blankly, and after just looking at it, he felt dizzy, his hands and feet trembled, his body was shaky, and the cloth book was unstable and slipped from his palm.

Song Mingjing stared at him calmly, and said lightly: "Pick it up, read it!" ”

Although his expression was flat, the disciple was like a sword hanging above his head, under great pressure, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

tremblingly picked up the cloth book and stumbled to read it.

Then, the rest of the Wudang disciples present and those Qing soldiers also had their faces changed drastically, revealing a deep sense of fear.

In fact, there are only more than 100 words on this cloth book.

On it, Song Mingjing criticized Qianlong vigorously, what Qianlong killed Yongzheng for the throne, fornicated with Yongzheng's concubine, or forcibly occupied the minister's wife and daughter, and so on.

Even if the book was very short, the disciple's throat seemed to be stuck in the middle of reading, and he couldn't get a word out.

"That's it!" Song Mingjing waved his hand, as if talking about a trivial matter, and wrote lightly: "Sign your names on it." ”

"Song ...... Song Daxia, let us go! If you write on it, you will be punished by the Nine Clans! ”

The disciple pleaded with a sad face.

Seeing that everyone present looked like they were mourning, Song Mingjing sneered: "You have all killed the officials, do you still think you have a way out?" And this cloth book is in my hands, as long as you obediently obey my orders, it will naturally not be exposed. But if anyone refuses to sign it, I will send him on his way now. ”

The Wudang disciples have once again succumbed!

One by one, they signed their names.

Walking all the way with them, the names of these Wudang disciples, Song Mingjing is at least clear.

Those Qing soldiers Song Mingjing didn't know their names, not to mention that the literacy rate in this era was too low, and it would be good to have three or five out of a hundred people who could write their names, so they could only force them to put on their fingerprints one by one.

Finally, put the cloth book in his palm, Song Mingjing said: "In order to prevent some fools from being confused, thinking that they can atone for their sins by telling the truth, I will tell you an allusion, during the Yongzheng Dynasty, there was a Hanlin official who wrote a poem, called 'Qingfeng is illiterate, why do you flip through the book', but it was considered sarcastic by the Qing court, and ended up being copied and beheaded!" ”

It's not that Song Mingjing is too cautious, but once a person is stupid, you never know what the lower limit is, and there are not a few people who regard Qianlong as the Holy Lord Mingjun in this era.

Looking at everyone's pale faces, Song Mingjing continued: "Maybe the Qing court will look at your meritorious informant, and will not punish you for the nine clans, but only cut you with a thousand knives, and punish the three clans and the five clans!" ”

That's enough.

At this point, if someone still goes to tell the truth, Song Mingjing can't do anything.

Although his individual strength has stood at the top, he is still too weak compared to the behemoth of the Qing court.

Song Mingjing sighed secretly in his heart, if he knew how to use the 'life and death talisman', why would it be so troublesome to control people?

"Heart Poison" is also feasible, but this poison is hard to find, and he doesn't have much left, so it's a pure waste to use on these little minions.

At least it has to be the level of a big man in one place to be worth his expense.

The footsteps approached behind him, and he stood two feet away from Song Mingjing, and a calm voice sounded: "Brother Tai is a good means!" ”

The speaker was none other than the white-bearded middle-aged swordsman.

The battle on the other side has been resolved for a while, Zhu Tao, Tan Jiugong, Deng Bingkun and others were all killed on the spot, but two people on the Red Flower Club side were also injured under the opponent's desperate counterattack.

Song Mingjing looked back at the middle-aged swordsman, his expression was flat, and he didn't say a word.

The middle-aged swordsman smiled and said: "Chang Bolin of the Lower Saffron Society, thank you for your help, if it weren't for your help this time, my brothers and I am afraid that they would have to fold in the hands of these clear dogs, and we haven't asked Your Excellency for your name?" ”

"I'm just helping you to deal with the Qing court, don't thank me! As for my name, it's just a nobody, what a word! ”

Song Mingjing waved his hand and said: "I still have important things, don't leave it at that, I will have to clean up this scene." ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the carriage.

"Brother, wait a minute......!"

Chang Bolin hurriedly raised his hand, but Song Mingjing didn't look back, although he had the heart to woo him, he could feel the other party's rejection, and he had to sigh in his heart.

"Let's go!"

Song Mingjing looked around, swept over the Wudang disciples and the Qing soldiers, and shouted an order.

The horse pulling the cart was killed by him, and he beckoned, but it was the two Wudang disciples who came to pull the cart, and the latter did not dare to disobey, and the wheels "creaked" and moved again.

The group faded away.

In the carriage, Song Mingjing untied the reins that bound Miss Sun, took her hand to her mouth and bit it, biting her thumb, and blood overflowed.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Miss Sun was taken aback.

"It's nothing, it's just that I ask Miss to leave a mark." Song Mingjing spread out the cloth book, grabbed Miss Sun's hand and forcibly pressed it on it.

Although Miss Sun was tied hand and foot and couldn't move, she also listened to the situation in the carriage and vaguely guessed.

At this time, she glanced at the red handwriting on the cloth book, her face turned pale in an instant, and the whole person was stunned, and her mind fell into a brief blank.

After a long while, she seemed to come back to her senses, glared at Song Mingjing fiercely, gritted her teeth and said, "You...... You thief, kill me! ”

As an official eunuch, she understands the cruelty of the Qing court far better than ordinary people, since she has left a mark on this cloth book, the court will not care if you are forced or not, and the Qianlong Emperor, who claims to be the holy lord of the ages, will not care.

Her father, the governor of Liangguang, said that he was a high-powered, feudal official, but in fact, his military power was extremely limited, far less than that of the Manchurian general of Guangzhou.

is full of life, but it is just Qianlong's words!