At the stall where Xiao Lu went to call Tu Man, Ma Yao asked Zhou Yu: "How did this Chu Yiyi meet County Magistrate Wu?"

"Alas, this is what County Magistrate Wu met when he watched the play, isn't this new street just built. The county magistrate Wu went to inspect, walked to a theater garden, and then went in to watch the play, and saw a Tsing Yi with a very good figure, so he moved the idea of marrying a concubine.

The head of this troupe is called Bai Xingxing, this team fled from the capital, and after coming to Jiangnan, in order to integrate into the upper class of Jiangnan, he learned some dramas in Jiangnan. This Tsing Yi is a pillar of people's tables, are people willing?

Later, the county magistrate Wu gave countless gifts to this troupe, and I heard that even the ancestral blood jade was given to this Chu Yiyi, so they agreed to be a concubine for the county magistrate Wu, and they still sang during the day. Zhou Yu shook his head and said helplessly.

"Is this troupe still there?" asked Ma Yao after a moment's thought.

"It should be there, this pillar is dead, where can they go, some time ago, Bai Xingxing brought a group of singing martial artists to the county government to make trouble, and then they pulled the body back. The county magistrate Wu posted a lot of yellow croakers before calming down at this time. Zhou Yu said as he walked.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the theater to have a look. Ma Yao said.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Lu came back from outside panting, and Zhou Yu came back alone when he saw Xiao Lu and asked busily, "Where is Captain Tu Man?"

Xiao Lu took a breath and said, "Captain Tu Man has returned to his hometown, saying that the old lady in the family is sick." It's also just gone. ”

"If you don't leave early or late, you will leave when the master wants to ask, what will you do. Zhou Yu complained.

"Forget it, we're tired all day today, let's rest early. Ma Yao said lightly.

"Yes, yes, seeing that I'm busy, I forgot about it, Xiao Lu, hurry up and arrange for the kitchen to add food, master, are you a vegetarian or?" Zhou Yu asked.

"I don't want to eat meat. Ma Yao said with a smile. I was a little embarrassed, and I felt more and more that I was a bit fake as a monk. I thought in my heart that I would simply grow my hair in the future, but I was used to this bald head, and I was not used to growing my hair all at once.

After eating, Ma Yao called Zhou Yu and instructed: "There is one thing to trouble Director Zhou." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Zhou Yu said with some trepidation.

"Tonight, cut the security force in the yamen by half and let the police go back to the dormitory to rest, they have been nervous for a long time and people are very tired. ”

"I'm afraid this is not good, if there are bad people breaking into the yamen, it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of Master Ma. Zhou Yu said with some puzzlement.

"It doesn't matter, with the current security forces, it is more than enough for the entire yamen. ”

"Okay. Zhou Yu reluctantly went down to make arrangements.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, a typical night of doing bad things. Ma Yao was arranged in the county government guest house, which was decorated in Western style and was very high-grade. Ma Yao took out a futon from his suitcase and laid it on the floor to meditate, waiting for the bell to strike twelve times.

Ma Yao slowly stood up, opened the door, and came to the well, the well was still foggy, the fog loomed in the trees in the distance, the weather was dark, it was a big cloudy day, Ma Ya was almost invisible at all ten meters around him, Ma Yao found a stone, sat there quietly, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, his love of dozing off was done again, and he began to doze off with his head, snoring as if there was nothing.

It was dark, but it was quiet, and the clouds and fog were thickening, and the wind broke the silence in a short time. Suddenly, a little red fire lit up in the distance, like someone in the darkness taking a sharp puff of cigarette, and then a low gunshot was heard, which was almost inaudible in the wind.

The gunner in the distance looked at the body of the horse sitting on the stone, the body of the horse shook in response to the gunshot, but did not fall, the gunman was very satisfied with his marksmanship, turned around and wrapped the gun into the oilcloth bag, this is imported, the accuracy is extremely high, and the big man who died under this gun has reached double digits.

The gunman whistled lightly and prepared to leave, looking up to confirm his target, only to find that the target he had just been shot was gone.

The gunman blinked vigorously, but still didn't. The next moment, the gunman's eyes could no longer blink, because a person appeared in front of him. It was a horse in a hunting suit. The gunner was excited, and his right hand hurriedly drew the knife from his leg, but as soon as the hand moved, Ma Ya put one hand on his shoulder a little, and the gunner heard the sound of the shoulder blade of his right hand shattering.

Just when the gunman thought that Ma Yao was going to strike again, Ma Yao suddenly turned sideways and left the gunman, and when the gunman was wondering, a gunshot shot shot out of a dark bunker in the yamen and grazed in front of Ma Yao.

The gunslinger seized the opportunity and shrank down, and the man rolled down the wave, then stood up and began to run. Just when the gunman thought he was already at a safe distance, an unhurried word came from his ear: "No one has ever been able to shoot in front of me and escape." With a thud, the gunman suddenly fell backwards, breathless, and his neck gurgled with blood.

The gunman hiding in the bunker obviously saw that he had missed a shot, but he did not fire a second shot, as if he was waiting for something, and after a while, what he was waiting for came, only to hear the sound of a bow, and an arrow flew straight to the door of the horse.

Ma Yao turned around, did not pay attention to the arrow, but stretched out his right hand, from an oblique angle where there was nothing is a punch, boom, a black petal-shaped hidden weapon from the darkness was shattered by Ma Yao.

Just when the arrow in front of him was about to reach the back of his head, Ma Yao jumped forward, and the arrow passed by, and when the arrow crossed Ma Yao's shoulder, Ma Yao's body suddenly plunged to the left in the process of jumping forward, and the tail of the arrow that passed through the body suddenly cracked, shooting a poisonous needle from the middle.

But all this seems to have been expected by Ma Yao. With Ma Yao's ghost-like body, he was stunned and unharmed.

The gunshots hiding in the dark castle, seeing that Ma Yao miraculously escaped multiple assassinations, did not panic, aimed at Ma Yao's direction and fired three shots in a row, the first shot, when the sound of a sound, hit a flying knife that was originally attacked with an arrow on Ma Yao, originally this flying knife and arrow in one direction, as a supplement to the arrow.

However, Ma Yao dodged the arrow, and the flying knife naturally missed, but this shot hit the flying knife moving forward, the flying knife changed direction, and still flew towards Ma Yao, the second shot aimed at Ma Yao's eyebrows, and the third shot was shot in the direction where Ma Yao could dodge after a few seconds, and he was definitely a master among the gunners.

"Hey", Ma Yao sighed, his body twisted, and quickly drilled a hole in the ground, the person suddenly fell half a short section, the flying knife, and the bullets all missed, Ma Yao took a brisk step, only to see the figure shaking, and the gunman in the dark fort saw that the figure of Ma Yao had reached half the distance of the original position.

One step later, he had arrived at the dark fort, the gunner hurriedly raised his gun, only to see Ma Yao clapped the dark fort, the gunner in the bunker first felt the sound, a grand Sanskrit sound exploded in the ears, and then felt the shaking, feeling that the whole bunker was like an earthquake.

Then he bled and fell into the bunker, and in his mind, he didn't understand until he died, why this reinforced concrete bunker couldn't withstand a palm.

After Ma Yao eliminated the gunners in the bunker, he paused for a moment, closed his eyes and felt the surroundings, and suddenly galloped away in the northwest direction, as if he could shrink the ground into inches, and crossed the wall in one step to the outside of the yamen. There was a private house outside the yamen, and Ma Yao rushed to one of the private houses, and just as Ma Yao approached the private house, a person rushed out of the room, dressed in black and masked, and quickly fled north.

Ma Yao took a brisk step, and reached the location of the house, and when he rushed forward, his body lifted slightly, and his body in the middle of the advance paused slightly, stretched out the fingers of his right hand and flicked it less than a foot in front of him, only to hear the sound of jumping, and a silk thread as thin as hair broke from the middle.

At the fracture, a small spark appeared, which shows the strength of this silk thread. After breaking the thread, the horse's forward steps retracted slightly half a foot, and his body bent downward, breaking a silk thread arranged underneath.

The man in black in front saw the previously invincible Shadowless Tencel that he had arranged, and this time he didn't even win two seconds in front of Ma Yao. Immediately, his liver and gall were broken, and he rushed forward with his life. After Ma Yao finished handling the two tencels, he took a step forward, and immediately shortened the distance between him and the man in black by half, stretched out his right hand forward, and shouted softly: "You can't run." ”

The Man in Black was terrified, but he also had pride. Seeing that Ma Yao was at least fifty meters away from him, he wanted to reach out and catch him, and couldn't help but think that Ma Yao was arrogant. But a second later, he noticed a phenomenon that made his scalp tingle.

He was running forward with great strides, but his body was rapidly retreating, as if an invisible rope was pulling him backwards. But his legs were still in a forward stance.

It didn't take long for this fear to end, because Ma Yao had already grabbed the back of his neck with both hands, and as soon as he pressed his thumb on the back of his neck, the man in black lost consciousness.