Hong Mao stood in the crowd, quietly looking at the people waiting to die on the stage, his eyes uncertain. In the capital, the treatment of exterminating the clan can only be enjoyed by bullying the king, in this world, it is not strange to manage people's lives, Hong Mao has come all the way, even if he is used to seeing the ruthless methods of the outlaw bandits, when encountering this situation of not seeing the blue sky, he still can't help but have a burst of nameless anger.

He has lived in the palace and entered the palace, but whether it is the emperor who is high above or the prince who is above ten thousand people under one person, he will not disregard the law and put the old man and the family to death.

The seven or eight people on the stage, the youngest one is less than ten years old, a ten-year-old child, what evil thing can he do that deserves to be beheaded?

…… Not far from Hong Mao, a young man of fifteen or sixteen looked calmly at the eight or nine-year-old children on the execution platform.

The young man is dressed in brocade clothes, even if he is put in the county seat, it is a rare precious material. A middle-aged man beside him was bowing down and whispering something, but the young man was always unwavering, and only after the man finished speaking, did he turn his head and look in the direction where Hong Mao was, intentionally or unintentionally.

"So what, you are a first-class master of the sect, could you be afraid of him?" The young man stretched out his finger and gently rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb, the middle-aged man saw this, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and his demeanor was more respectful: "The subordinates are naturally not afraid, but if they really start to move for a while, I am afraid that I will not be able to protect the safety of the young master, and now the relationship between the sect and the government is tense, and the subordinates are worried about ......."

"Since you're not afraid, don't be a mother-in-law." The teenager directly interrupted the other party,

"Even if something really happens, my sister and my father will not be able to hit you on the head, and I said when I took this wrench that no one can dictate the decisions I make in the future." After the young man finished speaking, although the man next to him was reprimanded, there was more fanaticism in his eyes.

As a disciple with a foreign surname, he made the most important decision in his life, not to steal the inner door method, but at the critical moment, he decisively recognized the young man as the master.

The young man quietly looked at the eight or nine-year-old child on the stage, no matter how intelligent he was, he was still a child after all, even if he knew that it was unwise, he still planned to save him.

"Tang Xian, save him, Tang Men is not short of this bit of food to support one more person." …… Old man Ye wasted a long time before squeezing into the front row, and when he came to his grandson's side, he saw the other party's thoughts at a glance, and said with a smile: "You kid want to be chivalrous again?" I can tell you, there is another master in this group of people, who is the secret sentry of the government, or the underworld who came to seek revenge against the two of us. Hearing this, Hong Mao glanced at the old man,

"What, you're scared?"

"I'm afraid? Mao Wazi, the old man told you, don't come to these three-year-old children to play the rest of the agitation methods, your grandfather and I were also a sword fairy who swept the rivers and lakes, no matter how powerful the middle-aged man is, he is just a good dog that can bite after all. Hong Mao frowned and glanced at the middle-aged man not far from him, and then at the old man beside him, the identity of this cheap grandfather, he knew it before he left Beijing, and the reason why he still called the other party the old man was just because he was not used to it.

Hong Mao stared at the old man for a long time, until he was about to look at the other party in a daze, and then said quietly: "Your bald problem, you won't pass it on to me, right?" When the old man heard this, he touched the top of his head that was so sparse that he couldn't insert the hairpin, glared, and just wanted to justify a few words that he was not bald, but suddenly thought of something, nodded with a smile on his face: "There is a way that toads have no hair and no roots, don't worry, I began to be bald before I was forty, and you are almost the same." Jiang is still old and spicy, Hong Mao immediately looked bitter when he heard this, he turned his head to look at the beautiful girl on the stage who was about the same age as himself, and muttered: "Then you have to be early, otherwise you won't be able to find your daughter-in-law." ”…… As noon approached, the prisoner on the execution platform looked at the sun, took out a stick from the several sticks in front of him, threw it forward with a light stroke, and shouted

"Chop", then lowered his head and drank tea. When the executioner heard this, he stepped forward, pulled out the wooden plank behind the prisoner's neck and threw it on the ground, stepped on the prisoner's back with one foot, and was about to cut off the steel knife in his hand.

Just then, just listen

The sound of "whoosh" breaking the air came, the teacup in the hand of the supervisor shattered, and the official who had just received a large amount of hard-earned money and was ready to go to the kiln to be happy afterwards was stunned, and then slid under the table with a loud scream, and the rest of the people on the scene reacted.

…… Half an hour later, on a small road somewhere west of the county seat, a horse-drawn carriage was heading southwest, and the middle-aged man driving the car had a calm face, looking like he had just robbed the Dharma field.

In the carriage, several people had different expressions, the two sisters and brothers who had just lost their relatives were snuggling in the corner of the carriage, and the other three were staring wide-eyed.

Just now, the old sword fairy and the middle-aged man came to the stage almost at the same time, and after the two glanced at each other, they rushed to the person they wanted to save.

The old man's sword momentum was fierce, and the sword qi around him was agitated, leaving sword marks on the ground where he passed, this posture was already scary enough just to look at, where did those officers and soldiers dare to resist, and after symbolically waving a few swords into the air, he hid directly away.

The middle-aged man did not let it go, a few stones in his hand shot out, directly hitting the shoulder of the roadblocker, those people did not intend to block, at this moment the pain from the shoulder made them almost scolding their mother, so they had to put down their weapons and turn their heads and run away, after all, the silver is someone else's, and the small life is their own, so they can't afford to make a loss-making deal.

The two of them easily saved everyone, but the support of the officers and soldiers in the city was far faster than they thought, and even if they were masters, they could not completely protect the eight unarmed ordinary people.

The group fought and retreated, and before they could leave the city, they encountered the fire team that rushed to support, and after several volleys, except for the youngest brother and sister, the rest were killed in the gunfire.

…… Several people in the carriage were silent for a long time, and Hong Mao looked at the old man and said, "Aren't you very capable, how can you run away when you see the musket team turn around?" The old man was a little unbearable when he heard this, but he still stiffened his neck and said: "If it's just me, don't say it's the musket team, even if you bring in artillery, you can get out of it, but you don't know how powerful these firearms are, although the old man calls himself a sword immortal, he is not a true immortal, where can he protect so many people?" Besides, your kid was faster than me at the time, so what qualifications do you have to blame the old man? After Ye Jian finished speaking, he looked at the young man in brocade clothes on the side,

"Are you really Tang Zhi's son? The old man sees that your secret weapon kung fu is not good, but the escape kung fu is not inferior to my grandson, which is a shame for your family. And the Yin and Yang Order, I think you kid is using that thing as a firework, and if you don't say a word, you have to pull it. Your Tang Sect has this little bit of valuable stuff left, if I hadn't stopped it, the Tang Sect would have to have one less inheritance. The young man who had suffered an inexplicable disaster lowered his head and did not speak, the old guy in front of him was a friend of his father, he had heard the other party's name more than once, and he naturally did not dare to reply to an old man whose name and skills were more than his father.

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