The small courtyard near the head of the village is simply furnished.

A table, a chair, a small stool, and a dry osmanthus tree.

The breeze is blowing, the dead leaves are falling, and there is a feeling of autumn, but now it is spring.

Why?

Just because of the title of the master of the courtyard, the family moved to the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

The yard has lost its popularity, and it is inevitable that it will be depressed.

This is the residence arranged by Zhou Lin for Song Yu.

In the evening, Song Yu ate a few pieces of osmanthus cake sent by Zhou Lin.

"It tastes good, I don't really poke. ”

In the past, he rarely ate, and he could rely on Bigu to meet his physiological needs, but after getting along with Hongling for a long time, he also developed the habit of eating a little more.

Thinking of this, he began to worry about Hongling, he hadn't gone back for so long, and he didn't know what happened to this little girl? If he misunderstood his death, he should be very sad, right?

It's just that when Song Yu didn't expect it, Hongling had already left Qingtian Sect, and she wanted to find Song Yu, which one was reincarnated.

After eating osmanthus cake, Song Yu meditated and practiced in the courtyard, he was good at diligence and ridiculous, he never slacked off on cultivation, and he had to practice every day, no matter the wind or rain.

There is only one exception, and that is when he is hunted down, but who thinks he will hunt down a cutie?

After all, he is so kind and simple!!

Now Song Yu's cultivation has recovered to the first layer of the foundation building period, but if he wants to recover to his heyday, it will take some time, and it seems that the injury on his chest is no longer hindered, but there is always a feeling of blockage in the meridians.

This recovery process is not in a hurry, so I can only recuperate slowly, but fortunately, I already have the ability to protect myself, so I don't need to be too anxious.

In the early morning of the next day, Nanfeng Village was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and everyone gathered under the big banyan tree at the head of the village, looking nervously at the entrance of the village.

The Black Wind Thieves will come to collect the rent today, but they haven't scraped together enough protection money, so how can this not be scary?

Song Yu did not go to the village, but continued to meditate and practice, cultivating overnight, unlike other monks who were exhausted, he was refreshed.

This is the benefit of the spiritual guy's cultivation of immortals, and it is really a good spirit.

After a while, Song Yu slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

"It's coming. ”

Before long, with the sound of hurried horses' hooves, a group of cavalry wearing standard military uniforms rushed into Nanfeng Village.

Song Yu's face changed slightly, "This is ......"

These standard military uniforms are produced by the Datang Military Department, and are only used by Datang officers and soldiers, and private use is strictly prohibited.

Could it be that they are officers and soldiers?

Looking at the panicked expressions of the villagers, Song Yu felt that things were not so simple.

If these cavalrymen were not officers and soldiers, they should be Black Wind Thieves, but they were just ......

How did they get a standard uniform?

Song Yu said thoughtfully: "Could it be that the Black Wind Thieves have colluded with the government?"

"If it is true, it is possible to raise robbers in Nanning Mansion, and the identity of the manipulator behind the scenes is not simple, and the Tang Dynasty does not seem to be stable on the surface. ”

No wonder Song Yu is careful, things are too weird.

There shouldn't be robbers in a good Nanning Mansion, but there are now. The robbers, who were supposed to be stragglers, are now organized and disciplined.

Coupled with the fact that the territory of Nanning Mansion is next to the Rizhao Kingdom under the rule of the Qingtian Sect, thinking of the matter of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect uniting with other sects to block the disciples of the Qingtian Sect, all of this is unusual, and if you think about it carefully, I am afraid that things are not so simple.

"So far, I can only take one step at a time, and I hope I think too much. ”

Song Yu pondered for a while, once something was wrong, he had to leave first, and he couldn't risk his life for this small village, right?

In the meantime, the Black Wind Thieves have arrived at the head of the village.

A robber with a meaty face came out brandishing a big knife, and checked the money bag handed over by Zhou Lin, his eyes sank.

"I said, why are you so unreasonable? The protection fee that should be paid is actually less than two catties, don't you want to live anymore?

Where did the Nanfeng villagers dare to answer, like a little chicken pestle in place, they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"No, the village has been fishing for a living for generations, and they can barely wrap their stomachs, and they really can't take out so much money, can the uncle tolerate it for a few days?" Zhou Lin said cautiously.

It was hard to imagine that Zhou Lin, a powerful immortal cultivator, would bow his head to an ordinary mortal, but if he thought about it, he could understand.

What Zhou Lin was afraid of was not Yanshan, but the Black Wind Thief.

"Haven't I given you tolerance yet?" Yan Shan said disdainfully, and suddenly saw a few good-looking little ladies in the crowd, and his eyes rolled, "Actually, it's not that I can't be tolerant, it's just ......"

"Just what?" Zhou Lin saw Yan Shan's gaze, and his heart hung in his heart.

"I don't need you to make up the remaining protection money, you can send a few little ladies to bring me back to the village to play, so that I can restore my eldest brother's life. Yan Shan's eyes were full of fiery color, "Don't worry, as long as they are obedient, I will send them back in a few months." ”

"You ......" Zhou Lin glared at Yan Shan, speechless, how could he do this, this was pushing them into the fire pit.

"It's a great honor for you to let your women serve us, or you won't be able to pay the protection money, and you'll all die here." Yan Shan slapped Zhou Lin in the face.

The crisp sound resounded all around, not only hitting Zhou Lin, but also the villagers.

With the name of the Black Wind Thief as a backing, who dares to resist?

To dare is to die.

The villagers were silent, you look at me, I look at you, no one opened their mouths, but there was already a little hesitation in their eyes.

At this time, a woman was pushed out by someone for nowhere.

She looked back in horror, and she saw her husband, and her eyes were filled with despair.

Why you?

The woman looked at her husband, at the villagers, and finally smiled miserably.

"Not enough. Yan Shan said in a cold voice.

Another woman was pushed out.

"It's still not enough. ”

Yan Shan laughed wildly.

Zhou Lin watched the tragedy happen, and a sense of humiliation permeated his heart, but he couldn't make a move.

I can't, I can't, I can't push the villagers into the abyss.

In this way, a dozen or so women were pushed out, and they looked at the people around them with a blank heart.

Even if they get out of the bandits' den, will they still be able to return to Nanfeng Village?

No!

They will be nailed to a pillar of shame and spurned.

But...... They're the victims!

Is this fair?

It's not fair!

Zhou Zheng saw Aunt Wang in the crowd who brought him and his sister food several times, as well as Sister Cuihua who gave them old clothes to wear, and Widow Song who taught them how to catch shrimp, and ......

It's like taking his sister to stand guard at the head of the village, although it doesn't mean much, but he still has to do it.

"You scoundrels, get out of Southwind Village. ”

This time, he stepped up.

"Where's the imp?"

Yan Shan slashed at Zhou Zheng.

Just a little kid who wants to rebel against me?

"Brother......" Zhou Xiaoyu exclaimed.

Zhou Zheng looked at his sister, with endless reluctance in his eyes.

If I die, what will my sister do?

Who will take care of my sister?

"That's it!"

With a sigh, Song Yu instantly appeared in front of Zhou Zheng, and his two fingers caught the whistling big knife.

"Who?"

Yan Shan's eyelids jumped, and he wanted to draw the knife back, but found that he couldn't shake half a point.

This man is a master.

Song Yu ignored Yan Shan, but shouted at Zhou Lin: "If you don't wake up at this time, when will you stay?"