Twilight is approaching, and the lights are on.

A middle-aged man in green clothes walked unhurriedly from the other end of the alley along the straight road of the long street running east-west. He stopped opposite the entrance of the city lord's mansion, looked up at the plaque with gold letters on a black background, and after making sure that it was the mansion office, he put his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran walked forward, facing the two officials on duty at the door.

The two officials who stood separately were puzzled, exchanged glances with each other, and the thin one stepped forward, raised the hilt of the knife, and shouted loudly, "The yamen is heavy, there is no one to wait, leave quickly." ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi didn't hear it, and he didn't even pause at his feet.

Although it is dusk at this moment, it is not broad daylight, but over the years, he has never seen someone dare to rush into the city lord's mansion, and looking at the face of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, it doesn't look like he is going to break in and beat the drum to voice his grievances.

The thin servant's face turned pale, he drew his sword out of its sheath and lay it in front of him, and shouted, "Stop! ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi had already stepped on the steps in front of the mansion. I didn't see how he moved, but with a flick of his wide sleeves, a fist gushed out from the sleeves that rose without wind, knocking the tall and thin servant upside down and flying out, hitting the wall behind him with a bang, and his thin body slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground, only to see his chest collapse like a deep pit, and blood gushing out of his nose and mouth.

The fat official next to him was so frightened that he turned around and ran, shouting loudly. Just took a deep breath, and before he could spit out the words, his heart felt as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his whole body flew forward violently, and he actually crossed the gate directly, slammed on the bluestone floor tiles in the courtyard, and the blood in his mouth splattered all over the ground. The punch penetrated the body, blasting the spine and internal organs to pieces, and when the person was still in the air, he was actually lifeless.

took two lives in an instant, and the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked as usual, without even looking down, and took one step, he directly stepped over the gate of the government office and the fallen officer.

Passing through the main door, there is a straight blue brick road leading to the lobby.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the end of the straight road, and a young man in sackcloth stood at the foot of the lobby stairs and suddenly looked back, a gray cat in his arms lying on his shoulder, and opened his eyes with a squint.

The six looked at each other, each stunned.

"Lao Tzu is the nephew of the city lord, Jiang Dabao." The young man turned around, probably thinking that such a meeting was a bit hasty and not grand enough, so he skillfully turned the gray cat's head and looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi together, then he seriously stretched out a slap, retracted it and scratched his head and thought about it, then doubled it and said, "Unfortunately, I saw it all." The official is still private, you open your mouth, I don't want much, that's the number. ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi frowned, looking at the young man's expectant face, his thin cheeks were gloomy than the city wall in the twilight. There is nothing lacking in this world, but there is no shortage of these guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead when they see money, thinking of this, a trace of mockery appeared on his pale face, and said, "This is not enough, you have to add a slap." ”

The young man in Mai suddenly looked happy, secretly annoyed that his price had been lowered earlier, and he didn't think that in remote cities like Nanshaocheng, human life was much more expensive than grass mustard. was thinking about whether he would change his mouth and increase the price by one or two, or be a businessman with no regrets, but the hesitating threshold suddenly blessed his soul, and he reacted to why he suddenly had an extra slap. The boy cried with a sad face, howled "Mom", turned around and ran into the lobby.

I eat meat, you drink soup, I kill people, you collect money. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi didn't feel the slightest inappropriate, but he could only blame him for his poor eyesight when he drank the soup and collected the money into his own hands.

The frightened cry of the Mai boy stopped abruptly, and his body fluttered and flew like a fledgling that had just learned to fly, and his hands and feet were still struggling in vain and clumsily in the air, but he didn't expect that at the end of the arc, his head hit the ground first, and he slammed on the paving bricks with a bang. The whole body fell to the ground with the forward momentum, and the limbs were disorganized, twisting into a strange position.

He even stuck out his tongue, and his death was extremely miserable.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi sneered, flicked his long sleeves, rolled out no more than fifteen copper coins, jingled all the way to the ground and turned around several times, and stopped beside the young man.

Take money to buy life, and have money but not life.

It's just that I heard that this Nanshao city lord is known as a virtuous person, and now it seems that most of them are also famous and famous. raised such a lawless nephew of the second ancestor, and his pampering and protection on weekdays can be seen. Seeing the subtlety, thinking about it, I also know that the character and ethics of this city lord are not much better.

Of course, whether the reputation of the people in the market is good or not, the middle-aged people in Tsing Yi don't care. This time I came to the government to kill people, good people kill happily, fast people kill happily, in the final analysis, it depends on how fast your fists come out.

Yin Lanqing looked down at the fist in his wide sleeves, and his face showed a slightly surprised and confused expression. The Wind and Thunder Boxing he practiced is actually not a profound martial art, but the author has some unique insights into the true meaning of boxing, so most of the major sects have included it for reference and comprehension when beginners study boxing. Those who do not have the support of the sect in the mountains, forests and wilderness, except for those who have other fates, most of them cannot find real high-grade cultivation exercises, such as the Wind and Thunder Fist Spectrum, which has been tested by the major sects, and there are not a few people who practice.

But there are no elders in the sect to guide the way, relying on their own understanding and pondering, and really practicing this set of boxing techniques like Yin Lanqing to the speed of the wind and thunder, but there are very few, I have to say that he is also a ruthless person who is determined and diligent. Even if the realm is only four grades, there is no shortage of martial arts sword immortals with four grades and five grades, and one accidentally fell in front of his fast and ruthless fist. Liuyun Villa also felt that his qualifications and temperament were good, and his boxing skills were unique, so he recruited him to serve as a guest secretary in Zhuang. Otherwise, with his less than the realm of the fourth grade, it is indeed a little insufficient.

But no matter what, that is also the foundation of the four-rank martial artist, one punch can open the stone and crack the gold, and the light one in the chest will break the tendon and fracture, and it is common to directly punch through the chest. But just now, the punch was like a defeat, light and fluttering, and the fist intent was even more dissipated when it entered the body, like a punch in the air, which was a little weird.

Besides, if you receive a punch from yourself, you shouldn't have your internal organs broken and your seven orifices bleed. But this little white face was clean, and there was not even a trace of blood. But that's fine, what does it mean to have your tongue crooked to the side and spit out so long?

Could it be that you are too thin to focus? Or is the blood too bad to flow out?

Yin Lanqing shook his head self-deprecatingly, and said in his heart why he was so suspicious today, at least the sound of hitting his head on the ground, the huge movement was not fake. How to die an ant, I still have to think about it, I really don't have to worry about eating radishes. But thinking so in my heart, I always felt that something was strange, and I couldn't help it after walking a few steps, and I looked back again.

The young man who couldn't die anymore lay there with his head tilted and lying there motionless.

The gray cat, which was originally held in his arms, was squatting on the chest of the young man in Mai at the moment, licking the floating hair on his legs boringly, and when he saw Yin Lanqing looking back, his eyes were facing each other, and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

In addition to selling cute and pretending to be stupid, what other expressions can a cat make! Seeing such an exaggerated expression of horror on a cat's face so vividly, Yin Lanqing felt that he had really seen a hell of a daylight. was surprised to himself, but saw that the gray cat glanced at himself, and then looked down at his master, and thought for a while, but he also fell down to the sky in the same way, rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and hugged his head with two paws, pretending to be dead.

If that's the case, it's just that, I even thought about secretly adjusting the direction of my tongue to spit out, and the direction of one person and one cat is consistent, which is very particular.

Yin Lanqing only felt that a mouthful of old phlegm was about to move, and he didn't vomit or swallow, and he really wanted to slap this boring gray cat on the road with his second ancestor master. If it is really people who divide things into groups and gather like others, none of them look pleasing to the eye of one person or one cat.

Just when Yin Lanqing was born again, he saw a middle-aged man with square eyebrows and a well-defined face, dressed in a wide white Confucian shirt, hurriedly turning out of the lobby, and was startled by the tragic image in front of the hall, he forcibly suppressed the shock and anger in his heart, and glared at the murderer in front of him. Although he was not wearing official clothes, his voice was gentle but with a sense of majesty, "Why are you committing murder here!" ”

This is the Nanshao Mansion, although the subordinate officials have all returned home, the empty government is only himself and the two officials on duty, of course, the two officials have died, and he is the only one left at the moment. But as long as he is still standing in the hall of this mansion that represents the existence of the empire in southern Xinjiang, the glory of the empire and the dignity of the city cannot be trampled on.

It's not a matter of asking why.

Therefore, despite the blood splashing in front of the stairs, and despite the slight trembling of his hand holding the scroll, Li Xinglin, the city lord of Nanshao City, was as straight as a sword, and he would never retreat at the door of the lobby.

Yin Lanqing, who moved his eyes back from the unscrupulous gray cat, looked up and down at the middle-aged man who looked even more majestic with angry eyes, and guessed that it was the city lord surnamed Li. Thinking that it didn't take much effort, he saw that the main owner sent it to the door by himself, but it saved him a lot of trouble, and Yin Lanqing's expressionless face showed a rare smile.

"I'll take your life."