“！！！”

Looking at the rising blood mist, Zhao Yu's eyes were cracked.

In the eyes of others, except for the henchmen, the life or death of other subordinates actually does not matter.

Even if it is a confidant, at some specific moments, as a Shangguan, he can say that he will give up.

The dead Nansi pacification envoy Liu Zhenyuan is a living example.

But Zhao Yu is different, although he gives these wrestlers benefits, even the divine skills are to ensure that he can live a stable life.

But this doesn't mean that Zhao Yu can abandon these people around him at will.

After a few months of getting along, there is actually a little more affection between him and these wrestlers that is difficult for outsiders to understand.

Otherwise, just like Jing Wuming said, it was impossible for him to run all the way to Huilong Mountain to kill after Lu Jianxing was seriously injured.

Similarly, Jing Wusheng, who captured the wrestler, was also shocked.

He didn't expect that among the official eagle dogs, there were such fierce people who were not afraid of death.

Zhao Yu's eyes turned red in an instant, his figure swept forward, and the scimitar in his hand was raised.

Before Jing Wusheng could react, a bloody color flashed in front of him, and the arm he was holding the waist knife was cut off by Zhao Yu from the shoulder.

"Die!!"

Zhao Yu, who was carrying a bloody knife, raised his leg and kicked it, and Jing Wusheng, who had no time to turn around and escape, fell to the ground.

Under the cold moonlight, the scimitar in Zhao Yu's hand flew over, and in a moment's effort, Jing Wusheng, who fell to the ground, was slashed by the crazy Zhao Yu with thousands of knives......

Zhao Yu, who was surging with killing intent, couldn't stop at all, and in his rage, the blood knife still swept over Jing Wusheng, who was already unrecognizable.

"Childe!!"

Erha stepped forward quickly, stretched out his arms and clamped Zhao Yu, who was already crazy.

……

Snowy night, wilderness.

Zhao Yu came to the dead wrestler and fell to his knees suddenly.

Everyone was taken aback by Zhao Yu's move, a big salute, how could there be a reason for Shangguan to kneel down to a little wrestler?

But in Zhao Yu's opinion, the death of this wrestler is inseparable from him.

If he hadn't guessed Jing Wuming's identity, because of the memory of his previous life, he would have a little affection for the guy......

If it weren't for the fact that he was refining Lao Shizi's sword moves, things wouldn't have come to this point.

In the eyes of others, subordinate wrestlers are subordinates who are only for driving, but in Zhao Yu's eyes, they are all raised by their parents.

Following himself, especially to himself, in order not to be threatened by the assassins, he even wiped his own neck directly.

In the face of such subordinates, Zhao Yu couldn't be as calm as other officials.

And from this point, it can be seen that Zhao Yu's own personality is actually not suitable for mixing in officialdom at all.

In the end, he said that he was just a salted fish waiting to die, and it was unrealistic to expect him to do it rather teach me to bear the world's people's than the world's people's burden to me.

"Adult ......"

Jin Yichuan stepped forward and bowed to Zhao Yu and whispered.

Zhao Yu, who was already expressionless, slowly got up, glanced at the people behind him who looked a little abnormal, and beckoned to the two soldiers.

The two of them stepped forward quickly and came to one knee in front of Zhao Yu.

"You two immediately send his body to the prison headquarters......

Zhao Yu took off a waist card from his waist, threw it to the two of them, and continued: "After I go back, I will take the waist card of the town's envoy, and go to the Governor of Xichang and the commander of An, and posthumously award him the title of Supervisor of 100 Households......"

"Obey!"

The two of them heard that something was wrong with Zhao Yu's words, and it seemed that in Zhao Yu's mouth, Yuhuatian and An Jianqing were like his subordinates of the Beisi Pacification Envoy.

But they didn't dare to say a single extra word, and the blind could see that the Beisi Zhenfu envoy in front of them was crazy!

The two of them took the token and put the corpse on the back of the horse, and Zhao Yuze stepped forward, took off the fox fur worth 100 gold on his body, and covered the corpse.

……

"My lord, what about us?"

After the two soldiers left with the corpse of the wrestler, Jin Yichuan came to Zhao Yu and asked softly.

"Taiyuan Mansion, Money Helps ......"

Zhao Yu turned his head to look in the direction of Taiyuan Mansion and said coldly: "Kill people to pay for your life...... This town envoy wants to let the whole money gang give him his life!! ”

After that, Zhao Yu came to Jing Wusheng's corpse, bent down to pick up the waist knife, hung it on his waist, and directly turned over his horse and galloped in the direction of Taiyuan Mansion.

Now he has no taboos in his mind at all, gains and losses, these messy things.

He just wanted to vent all the evil breath in his chest.

Maybe even Zhao Yu didn't know why he was mad about the death of a wrestler, in fact, he had very few words with this wrestler.

The remaining twenty-nine wrestlers also got up without saying a word, got on their horses and followed Zhao Yu straight to Taiyuan Mansion.

……

Five days later, Zhao Yu and his entourage finally came to Taiyuan Mansion.

And after they entered the city with great fanfare, someone had already sent their whereabouts to a mansion in the northern city.

"They entered Taiyuan Mansion?"

A dignified-looking middle-aged man sat on the big chair in the main hall, frowned and looked at the kneeling disciples below and asked, "What about Jing Wusheng?" No news yet? ”

"Yes, my subordinates saw it with their own eyes, and they are a group of thirty-two people, and they have entered Taiyuan Mansion."

After that, the disciple hesitated for a moment and then said, "Three waves of people have been sent to look for it, and there is still no news that there is no life. ”

Shangguan Jinhong waved his hand and motioned for the man to step back.

Jing Wuming's skills are naturally very clear to him, and among the martial artists, they are all the top characters in the ranks.

But now, Jing Wusheng, who was sent to assassinate Zhao Yu, has no news of his life, and that guy has appeared in Taiyuan Mansion with a swagger at this moment!

Shangguan Jinhong couldn't figure it out at all, why did Zhao Yu turn around and go straight to Taiyuan Mansion?

"Could it be that he sensed something and was ordered to come to Taiyuan Mansion?" Just as Shangguan Jinhong was meditating, a slightly hoarse voice came from the screen behind him.

Shangguan Jinhong was not surprised by this sudden voice, but said lightly: "Actually, when he returned to Longshan Cottage, he had already noticed it.

I guess he left because he didn't want to get involved, but I don't know why, at this moment, he turned his horse's head and went straight to Taiyuan. ”

When he sent someone to hunt down Zhao Yu, he was afraid that after Zhao Yu returned to Beijing, he would tell An Jianqing the truth about what he had guessed.

In order to stop Zhao Yu, he even sent his right-hand men out to assassinate Zhao Yu.

But they didn't think that Jing Wusheng, who went to assassinate Zhao Yu, didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but that guy suddenly appeared under their noses.

"Mo is not ......"

Shangguan Jinhong's heart moved, as if he had thought of something.

But after thinking about it, I felt that it was a little unlikely, after all, Jing Wuming's swordsmanship, even he had to be afraid of three points, let alone a Beisi Zhen envoy who was unknown before!