As Xu Yue brushed his sleeves away, the remaining Mianzhou garrisons were also disbanded on the spot. The streets that had been crowded with people became empty in an instant.

Until this moment, the surviving shops and houses on both sides finally heard the sound of gasping for the aftermath of the catastrophe.

After a long time, it was not until the dome moon had disappeared that a figure in a green shirt slowly appeared at the end of the street.

"Second master, I'm here to collect your body."

Yang Shuo stopped in front of a corpse that had been shattered by the sword light, took off his robe and spread it on the ground, and slowly knelt down.

"In fact, whether it is a big house or a second room, we are all members of the Yang family, but the way of trying to survive is different."

Yang Shuo gently picked up the scattered corpse pieces and put them in his robe with a solemn expression.

"Your old man's heart is higher than the sky, but it's a pity that what I see is that life is thinner than paper. The Yang family is too weak to compete with others. ”

Yang Shuo's lips moved, and he seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end he just muttered: "Second master, people die with grievances." It's time for us to reconcile now. ”

He stood up with his robe in his hand and looked up at the dark sky, "It's so dark." ”

Peng County, Danjingshan.

An exquisite and quaint Ming-style house is hidden in the mountains and forests.

Although the night is thick at this moment, from the corners of some houses illuminated by lights, you can still see the carved beams and paintings with exquisite workmanship, and the cornices of exotic beasts.

All of them are made of exquisite materials and excellent workmanship.

Looking at the leopard in the tube, the luxury of the entire house can be seen.

It stands to reason that these estates built in the middle of nowhere were the favorite places of gunsmiths and prosthetic horses.

But the structure of this house is not a high-walled and deep courtyard, and the masonry structure does not have the slightest appearance of a mechanism, and there are no patrolling guards around.

Such an unguarded confidence comes from the two lanterns hanging in front of the gate of the house.

In black letters on a white background, the word "Wu" is written.

In an extremely wide courtyard in the depths of the house, a terrifying battle is being staged at this moment.

A huge python hunched on top of a rockery, its head held high, and it hissed.

Downstream of the rockery walked a thin hungry tiger, constantly roaring angrily.

These two creatures that should not have appeared in Shu at all presented a life-and-death battle under deliberate arrangement.

Not far away, a handsome young man stood behind a bookcase and quietly admired the bloody scene in front of him.

Two beautiful girls dressed in a thin layer of red veil stood behind him, one holding a lamp and the other grinding.

"Young Master Gong, something happened in Mianzhou County."

An old man dressed as a butler walked briskly into the courtyard, and stood ten paces away from the bookcase, his head buried low, his eyes fixed on his feet, and he did not dare to move for half a minute.

"Say."

Wu Gong looked at the hungry tiger and dragon snake who finally couldn't help but kill together, and grabbed the brush on the bookcase with great interest and began to wave.

"Wu Jinfeng is dead. It was the martial arts sequence recruited by Shu Dao Logistics that killed him, Li Jun. ”

Wu Gongyun's wrist was stunned, and immediately a large cloud of ink color smeared on the rice paper.

"Didn't grab that thing either?"

The old man said in a trembling voice, "No, no. ”

"What about the Gu family?"

"The Gu family grabbed a quarter." There were beads of sweat on the old man's sideburns, and he couldn't stop flowing down.

"I didn't get anything, and I finally trained a satisfactory pet and was killed. It seems that I lost to Gu Xi this time. ”

A soft sigh sounded, but it fell in the old man's ears like thunder. His legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Wu Gong casually threw away the ink pen in his hand, crumpled the ink-colored rice paper on the table, and spread it in the palm of his hand like feeding.

The red gauze maid next to her, who was grinding ink by hand, immediately opened her small mouth and swallowed the paper ball.

Wu Gong walked in front of the kneeling butler, and suddenly said for no reason, "Do you know which of the six arts of Confucianism I like the most?"

The butler's head hung on his chest and swayed from side to side, "The villain doesn't know." ”

"It's etiquette, it's rules. With rules, the game is fun. Otherwise, what is the difference between us scholars and those illiterate reckless people? ”

A toe pierced the old man's sight, and his body trembled for a moment.

"However, now it's a rule that the Gu family doesn't talk about, so naturally we can't stick to the rules, and come without being rude."

A gentle voice came down from above the old man's head, "Go to the private prison and get the music out, don't their Legalists like to talk about rules the most?" Let him go and tell the rules back. ”

"Tell him that if the rules are not explained well this time, I will personally guide him and let him change the law and believe in Confucianism!"

As soon as Wu Gong's voice fell, the battle in the courtyard was also divided.

The giant python had already entangled the hungry tiger, and the python's body tightened, and there was a crackling sound of broken bones.

The python is facing the sky and screaming angrily!

On the outskirts of Mianzhou County.

A dragon's head was stuck in the ground, and a cluster of flames erupted from the dragon's mouth, scorching a fresh, skinned hare.

Zhao Qingxia sat next to the exoskeleton armor with a swollen face like a pig's head, and said in a puzzled tone: "Old Ma, why is my face so painful, as if someone has been slapped a few big ears, what's the matter?" ”

"What's going on, I was beaten by that guy named Wu Jinfeng. I told you not to fight hand-to-hand, don't fight hand-to-hand, who can you blame now that you are being beaten like a bear. ”

Zhao Qingxia said angrily: "Fuck, you don't hit people in the face, why is this old bastard so vicious, what is he now?" ”

"Rest assured, it's dead."

"You killed, so brave?" Zhao Qingxia looked excited.

"It was someone else, Li Jun's own hand."

The armor suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Qingxia, and Ma Wangye said angrily: "If it weren't for Li Jun today, we would both have to leave it there!" ”

Zhao Qingxia fell backwards in a daze, "These shameful people are embarrassed, and they said they would help, but they were saved by others." ”

"It's a shame."

The red eyes in the helmet flashed, revealing a taste of cunning.

"By the way, I remember that you seem to have a seven-rank internal skill in your collection, right?"

"Yes, there is a copy."

Zhao Qingxia subconsciously replied, and then seemed to react to the meaning of Lord Ma, and bounced up from the ground violently, looking at the red eyes with a fierce expression.

"What are you asking for? I can tell you, old horse, that is my most precious martial arts treasure, and you don't want to fight it! ”

"I've lost my face, what else do I need to treasure?!"

Ma Wangye said angrily: "I'll ask you, you still don't pay back the love you owe Li Jun?" ”

"Of course I have to pay it back,"

Zhao Qingxia's momentum weakened, and he muttered: "But that's a seven-grade internal skill, and he doesn't need a single order." Could it be that he is already about to be promoted to Sequence Seventh? Genius better than me, impossible! ”

"You don't care if others can use it or not, anyway, this favor can't be owed."

The helmet drooped slightly, looking at the few heron feathers between the armor pieces on the abdomen.

"Otherwise, we two won't be mixed up in the Tianzhi Society."

(End of chapter)