Rainy day, heavy rain.

A few sturdy big black horses left the Imperial City Division and went straight out of the city, as if they had an important task on their bodies, and behind the black horses, there was a galloping carriage.

On the spacious official road outside the city.

The peasants, dressed in robes and hats, rolled up their high trouser legs and hid far away, and the caravans from other places who had entered Beijing to do business also pulled over in time to let these bigwigs pass first. Merchants like them who travel from south to north are accustomed to seeing big people, and they can find out who is good to talk to and who is not good at talking with just a glance.

Wearing black armor and hanging a long knife from their waists, the speed of the Imperial City Division did not decrease in the slightest on the heavy rainy day, and everyone's face was covered with a sense of urgency of the great enemy's current situation.

It's hard to talk at first glance.

Therefore, whether it is a farmer or a caravan on the road, they are very discerning to the side.

The scenery on both sides of the official road retreated rapidly, and the carriages splashed layers of yellow mud.

The car is warm as spring, and the white fox skin is the bottom.

Qiu Ying closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the white fox skin, no matter how fast the carriage was or how bumpy the road was, she couldn't let her ass leave the skin an inch.

"Stupid to death." Qiu Ying opened her eyes and scolded secretly.

Then he raised his hand and lifted the window and glanced out. The rain poured in through the window, and she hurriedly closed the window again and wiped the rain from her arm.

"Wouldn't it be nice to write the murderer's name directly......"

Qiu Ying's sentence "stupid to death" scolded Yunyang Hou.

Last night, the key evidence was found in the study of the Hou Mansion, the word "Fang Ping", Zhu Lie sent someone to investigate, and it was not until this morning that he found out who this person was, it was the adjutant under the Hou of Yunyang, and now this person has already been disarmed and returned to the field, and he is a farmer with peace of mind, and spends the rest of his life in Zhuangzi outside the city.

Fang Ping and Yunyang Hou have a very good relationship, the two of them were a brother who knocked his head on the ground and worshiped the handle, and during the New Year's holidays, Yunyang Hou also drove out of the city and went to the flat house in the countryside, fried two side dishes, and drank two cups.

To say that Fang Ping killed Yunyang Hou is unrealistic.

Therefore, Qiu Ying is more inclined to Fang Ping to be the next person to die.

……

The cold rain is coming to the city, and the cold wind is like a knife.

Fangjiazhuang, ten miles away from the capital, a household in the far west of the village, where blood has already flowed into a river, and the emerald green vegetables grow in the ground, even if the heavy rain pours, it can't wash away the red blood stains on it.

Fang Ping was wearing a single coat and cloth clothes, his complexion was dark and brown, his temples were white, he was holding a hoe in both hands to block the front, and behind him was the only child and grandson left in his family, and the little doll was now hiding behind his grandfather, crying.

The little doll saw her father and mother, and her brothers and sisters all dead in front of her.

"He Xiaoxiao, dare to show up?"

Fang Ping's cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and he glared angrily at the white-clothed swordsman hiding under the oil-paper umbrella in front of him, not daring to show his face easily.

Fang Ping was also a good soldier in the army in his early years, and he was promoted to the deputy lieutenant of the city gate all the way by virtue of his meritorious service.

At that time, he had a very good relationship with his boss, which is now Yunyang Hou.

Relying on this relationship, he can walk sideways in Fangjiazhuang, even if the domineering landlord in the village sees him, he will obediently call "Fang Ye".

The hoarse voice drowned out in the rain curtain, without a trace of waves.

The two confronted each other for a long time before the faint sound of footsteps sounded.

The white-clothed swordsman hiding under the oil-paper umbrella took half a step forward, Fang Ping was suddenly alert, holding the hoe tightly in his hand, protecting his little grandson and taking half a step back, until there was no way to retreat.

A quarter of an hour ago, the person who came did not report his name, broke into his home, and killed people as soon as he made a move, Fang Ping was old, and he had no objects in his hands, so he could only protect his little grandson from being poisoned.

In the small courtyard of the Fang family, there are a few ordinary thatched houses, a few trees are planted, the yard is very large, the green vegetables in the vegetable field are growing gratifyingly, and at the door of the courtyard, there are a few people lying in the open space, which are all Fang Ping's family, sons, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters......

Now in the Fang family, he and a little grandson are still alive.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, a young man dressed in white was tall, and half of his face was hiding under the oil-paper umbrella, so that people could not see what he looked like, only to see an iron sword in his right hand, and the rain fell along the blade of the sword, and when it fell, the rain turned red.

Half a step forward, the blade in the man's hand did not rise and fall in the slightest, and his breath was restrained and calm.

Fang Ping knew that this was to seek revenge.

"Who the hell are you? When I sin against you, you will kill them all! Fang Ping said in a deep voice.

The white-clothed swordsman held the umbrella in one hand and did not speak, but the iron sword in his right hand shook and threw off a string of blood, and then the man raised his head slightly.

The oppressive atmosphere made Fang Ping breathless, he also knew that he would not be able to defeat a man no matter what, but it didn't matter if he died, he had to leave the only bloodline for the Fang family, so that he could be worthy of the ancestors of the Fang family.

Wow –

In an instant, the man in white raised his sword in his right hand and stabbed straight over, and the blood on the blade also stabbed forward with the iron sword due to the inertia of the front stab.

Click-

Although Fang Ping was old, he had not completely forgotten the blocking technique he had practiced in the army in his early years, and he wielded his hoe, trying to block the attacking long sword.

The cold light of the iron sword flashed, and the speed was amazing.

Before Fang Ping's blocking action could take shape, the iron sword stabbed into Fang Ping's left shoulder blade with a "poof".

Collect the sword and stab again.

Hmmm-

Hmmm-

Hmmm-

After one sword, it was followed by three swords that were as fast as lightning.

The angle and timing of each sword attack were just right, and in the blink of an eye, three blood holes appeared on Fang Ping's body, and the blood gushed out non-stop, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

After stumbling a step, Fang Ping fell backwards to the ground, not even having the strength to pick up the hoe again.

"Grandpa!" The little doll pounced.

The killing intent in the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman was even worse, and he showed no mercy at all, his right arm gently slanted upward, and the blade that flashed with cold light easily cut off a head that rushed forward.

The little doll's head was thrown in the air in front of Fang Ping's eyes, and then fell to the ground lightly.

This moment.

Fang Ping's last hope was gone.

He roared, his eyes bloodshot, trying to find the white-clothed swordsman desperately.

"Uhhh

Another straight stab.

The iron sword stabbed into Fang Ping's abdominal cavity steadily, but this time the force was very great, and the iron sword pierced through Fang Ping's abdominal cavity like a black arrow, and pierced into the soil fiercely.

Fang Ping was hit hard, bright red blood flowed from his mouth, and he couldn't get up again.

The white-clothed swordsman took half a step back and was about to turn and leave.

"You, who the hell are you?"

Fang Ping is the last of the strong crossbow, he can't live today, but his life hangs by a thread, he still wants to know who the white-clothed swordsman is?

The white-clothed swordsman held the umbrella and raised the umbrella surface slightly, revealing the corners of his mouth that were proudly raised under the umbrella: "Demon Sect, Playboy!" ”