On the horizon, the remnant sun is like blood.

In the alley, the three young men trembled and their faces were full of horror.

The Xia State has a rule that no matter who becomes a scribe, he is a person with meritorious fame.

Ordinary people should be respectful and courteous and not offended, while civil and military cultivators should not kill or insult them at will, otherwise they will be investigated by the laws of the country.

Today, the three of them held wooden sticks, took the initiative to find faults, blocked the road and offended Yang Ye, who was a scribe, not to mention, and teased underage girls in front of him, this crime is definitely not small.

If Yang Ye killed them on the spot now, I believe that the government of Xiangzhou City would definitely not hold them responsible.

After all, they were the ones who stood in the way, and they had evil deeds, and most importantly, they didn't have any cultivation.

On this continent, no matter how good you are born, how rich your family is, and how valuable your life is, as long as you have no strength, the country will be indifferent to you.

On the contrary, as long as you are strong enough, even if you are above the emperor, no one dares to do anything to you.

So now, the three young men looked at the cold light of the sword around them, and their hearts were terrified to the extreme.

"Gong ...... Childe, spare your life......"

"Poof", the three of them bent their knees, knelt on the ground together, and began to beg for mercy in a trembling voice towards Yang Ye.

The young man who had broken one hand had a pale face, and his heart was terrified to the extreme, completely forgetting the pain, and kowtowing to Yang Ye again and again.

"Childe, it's me who is blind to the dog's eyes, it's me who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, please spare my dog's life......"

The young man named Jiezi knew that today's incident was provoked by himself, and his heart was full of fear and regret, crying bitterly, and begging for mercy.

Yang Ye cut off one person's arm, and the anger in his heart also disappeared by half, not to mention that they hadn't had time to do it yet, and at this time, seeing the appearance of the three people coming to a catastrophe, they couldn't help but be a little funny.

At noon, he was still showing off his might and threatening himself, but in the blink of an eye, he knelt in front of him and begged for mercy.

No matter what the world, it seems that this kind of person who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard is indispensable.

"Brother Xiaoye, just spare them, that person's hands are broken, so pitiful. ”

Cai Xiaoyan gradually woke up from the shock, looked at the murderous sword light around the three people, and hurriedly said to Yang Ye.

Although she was in this cruel world, it was the first time she saw such a bloody picture, and she inevitably felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Hearing this, Yang Ye glanced at the young man with the broken arm, and said coldly: "Fortunately, you didn't touch her just now, otherwise you might not have broken a hand now, but a neck." ”

The young man trembled, and kowtowed in fear: "The villain should die, the villain should die, the villain will never dare to ...... again"

Jiezi and another young man also quickly kowtowed and confessed, their faces full of horror.

"And next time, I will never be spared!"

Yang Ye snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and the sword light suspended around the three young men suddenly turned into a little white light and dissipated.

At the same time, the rotating jade flute also returned to its original state, flew back into his palm, quickly shrunk, and burrowed into his body.

The murderous aura in the alley also disappeared in an instant.

"Let's go, don't show up in front of me next time. ”

Yang Ye glanced at the three of them, ignored them anymore, took Cai Xiaoyan and continued to move forward.

The three young men thanked them repeatedly, but they didn't dare to get up immediately, and knelt on the ground and saw that the two of them had gone away, and stood up with weak legs, with a look of palpitation.

"Brother Jie, you have made us miserable this time, we almost put our lives here, do you know?" the young man with a broken arm grumbled, enduring the pain.

"That is, if you ask us to block the way of a scribe, even if Brother Jie doesn't want to live, he shouldn't have dragged us to death. The other young man's face turned pale and he couldn't help but say.

The young man named Jiezi was also afraid for a while, and looked at Yang Ye's back in a daze for a while, and said to the two of them with an apologetic face: "Two brothers, I didn't know that he was a scribe, if I knew, even if you gave me a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to come to find trouble with others, I haven't lived enough." ”

"Hey, forget Xiaocheng, Brother Jie definitely didn't mean it, didn't you see that when that person broke out just now, Brother Jie was also scared half to death?"

"I also know in my heart, it's just that I broke a hand, what can I do in the future. ”

Jiezi hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, as long as your life is here, everything can start again, since today's events started because of me, I naturally won't ignore you." ”

"Brother Jie, let's stop being so reckless next time, that person is already a scribe at such a young age, a student of the Wenwu Academy, let's try not to provoke in the future. ”

The three of them whispered, glanced at the back in the distance with fear, and left in a hurry from another alley.

"Cut, isn't it just a scribe, looking at your bear-like appearance, you're almost wetting your pants. ”

Listening to the words of the three of them, Wu Xueyao pursed her lips with disdain, and then looked in the direction where Yang Ye and the two left, and her bright eyes showed a touch of strength.

"Stinky boy, don't be complacent, sister, I have already realized the vitality, and when the time comes, I will become a samurai, and I can still bully you, hum!"

The girl waved her little fist at the back, but she didn't have the face to follow anymore, turned around and left.

"Brother Xiaoye, are you human?"

Walking on the road, Yang Ye told Cai Xiaoyan everything that happened in the afternoon, and after being quiet for a while, Cai Xiaoyan suddenly couldn't help but ask.

"Heh, how are you talking? Xiao Yan, you are deliberately insulting me. Yang Ye turned his head and looked at her with a smile.

"Huh. Cai Xiaoyan smiled, but she was not embarrassed, and said, "Then how can you cultivate so fast? ”

Yang Ye pretended to sigh and said, "There's no way, the light of genius is always so dazzling, no matter how I hide it, it's useless." ”

"I hate it, you're beautiful, you deliberately make me envious, don't you?" Cai Xiaoyan glanced at him, pouted, and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Yang Ye smiled, reached out and took out a folded piece of paper from his arms, handed it to her, and said, "I almost forgot, this is for you, it should help you condense your literary spirit." ”

"What is it?" Cai Xiaoyan was a little puzzled when she heard this, so she hurriedly opened the paper, glanced at it, was taken aback, and said in a trembling voice: "This ...... Is this a score with a sense of style?"

Ordinary music scores will never be written on such broken paper, let alone circulated casually in the style of words, let alone music scores that contain literary atmosphere.

This kind of music score, the academy or some big families, is collected as a rare treasure, and can only be taught by the literary teacher, and the original score will never be passed on.

After all, this is a world where strength is respected, if others are strong, you will be weak, and no one wants irrelevant people to steal their own things for no reason.

The teaching of the academy and the family has certain conditions, and if there is no benefit, they will naturally not help you.

And what they imparted, more or less, was somewhat reserved, and the original manuscript would never be easily passed on.

"Brother Xiaoye, this ...... Is this song the one I created...... "White Moonlight"?"

Cai Xiaoyan didn't dare to look at it more, folded the paper, and said with a complicated expression.

"Well, I created it myself, so you don't have to worry. My stuff is naturally yours. ”

Yang Ye knew her concerns, took the piece of paper, forcibly stuffed it into her pocket, and said, "Cultivate well, you can't lag behind me." ”

Cai Xiaoyan lowered her head, with tears in her eyes, was silent for a moment, no longer hypocritical, "um", and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiaoye." ”

With this original score containing the literary atmosphere, she can not only quickly comprehend the literary atmosphere, but also quickly condense the literary atmosphere, laying a solid foundation for breaking through the realm of scribes.

Yang Ye smiled slightly and touched her head, with a touch of kindness and tenderness in her eyes.

Xiuwu Academy.

When Wu Xueyao came to Wang Yiwen with a depressed face and told her about Yang Ye becoming a scribe, Wang Yiwen, who was standing on one leg and standing up on one leg, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

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