Yang Ge was still dealing with the tail left by the old fisherman's funeral.

Yang Tiansheng had just arrived at Songjiang Mansion in Jiangsu, Zhejiang Province, where the Japanese were seriously afflicted, with his elite sect members, when he received news that a group of Japanese pirates was moving towards a village called Guihuaping, sixty miles south of Songjiang

He immediately released the scout horse to investigate first, and he led the elite sect members under his command to follow.

……

"Report ......"

As soon as he rode south, the bright red turban fluttered in the wind like a bloody flag.

"Phew!"

Yang Tiansheng raised his hand, and behind him, one hundred and ten Ming Sect masters Qi Qi Lerma.

The scout clenched his fists and said loudly: "Report to Lord Yang Xiang, the news is correct, Osmanthus Ping is being looted by the Japanese robbers, and the number of Japanese robbers is more than 100!" ”

"Damn it, it's the opposite!"

Yang Tiansheng was furious, pulled out the long sword on horseback, and shouted angrily: "Brothers, draw the knife!" ”

The sound of the sword unsheathed immediately resounded.

Yang Tiansheng took the lead: "Rush with me!" ”

"Drive!"

One hundred and ten horsemen followed his pace, galloping towards the village with black smoke at the end of the sight.

More than ten miles of speeding through, just approaching the osmanthus Ping, Yang Tiansheng, who was running wildly in the front, saw that in the village road in front of him, which was not very spacious, a little man with an ugly Mediterranean hairstyle was shouting in the village with a swaddling sword......

With just one glance, Yang Tiansheng's eyes were red, and the long sword pointed: "Chop these miscellaneous pieces for Lao Tzu!" ”

He jumped up from top of the horse, and the ten-meter-long golden-red sword qi fell like a golden sun piercing the clouds, and with a single sword, it split the little dwarf with a mouth full of croaking into pieces.

The huge movement of the sword qi landing on the ground instantly alarmed the wreaking havoc in the village.

Suddenly, a large number of unclothed black dwarfs poured out of the houses with two radish legs, and rushed towards the Mingjiao masters who rushed into the village with their swords held high.

"Yaga!"

"Dead, dead, dead......"

A group of Mingjiao masters still didn't notice it, and rushed into the village with swords and horses.

The two gangs collided violently, causing a large amount of blood.

Seeing this, Yang Tiansheng, who had fallen on a thatched roof, jumped up again, stirred the long sword in his hand, rolled up a cloud of fire and fell from the sky, and smashed into the densest place of the Japanese robbers.

"Boom."

The violent energy shook and wrenched a large number of pirates into stumps and corpses.

Yang Tiansheng, who was in the middle of the stumps and corpses, was just about to turn around and kill, when he saw a villager covered in flames, wailing and passing in front of him, and after running a few steps, he fell to the ground, rolling all over the ground.

Without thinking about it, he rushed up to help him beat the fire on his body, but before the fire was extinguished, he didn't move......

"Ah......h

He gritted his teeth tightly and roared hysterically like a wounded beast.

At this moment, he was suddenly able to understand Yang Erlang.

I don't want to be a saint......

It's a bit of a mess, and it's really not worthy of living in this world!

He turned, dragging his sword to meet the whorls who were rushing towards him.

But just as he was about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, he suddenly stopped.

"Bang."

The dirt in front of him exploded, and a black figure rushed out of the ground, wielding a blue dagger and slashing it at his throat.

Yang Tiansheng calmly swung his sword away from the short sword in front of him, and slapped the approaching black figure with a palm of his left hand.

The black figure saw the opportunity very quickly, stomped his feet violently, and spilled a dense iron thistle terrestris with his shaking hands as he flew back.

Yang Tiansheng chased after this dense piece of hidden weapons, and the long sword in his hand was waved so that the wind could not blow and the water could not splash in, and he picked up all the many hidden weapons that flew towards him.

However, before he could catch up with the black-clad Dongying ninja, he felt a storm in the back of his head again.

Without hesitation, he turned around and slashed with his sword.

"Bell ......"

The swords intersected, and the surging energy swung open, and the ground sank into the ground.

Yang Tiansheng looked at it and saw that the person holding his sword was a middle-aged widow with a cold face and a stiff muscle.

Different from other would-be robbers who were dressed in tattered clothes and dirty as if they hadn't taken a shower for months, this middle-aged would-be robber was unusually neat and tidy, with white socks on clogs under his feet spotless, and the sharp edge of the sword in his hand......

Just this appearance, at least he is a big boss.

Yang Tiansheng saw this widow clearly, and a strong force burst out under the sword to shake it back, and then grinned and spat out, and laughed fiercely with his eyes: "The master also said that he can see the yellow calendar well when he goes out, and as soon as he enters Songjiang, he will catch you miscellaneous pieces, it turns out to be a trick!" ”

He wasn't very smart, but he understood......

Plundering a village is definitely not worth it for a great master of the true level to go out in person!

But this truth did not make him feel relieved and proud.

It only made him angrier!

"We have no intention of being an enemy of your religion."

The middle-aged widow opened his mouth and spoke in a straight Central Plains dialect: "As long as Lord Yang Xiang is willing to raise his noble hand, after the matter is completed, we will be grateful!" ”

"After that?"

Yang Tiansheng laughed and strode towards him with his sword: "What do you dog crumbs want to do in our family?" Have you asked us about these hosts? ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly burst out, the human sword was one, and the sword qi was like a rainbow.

The middle-aged widow retreated violently, holding a knife in both hands and slashing at Yang Tiansheng with a volley, and the sword was whistling like a north wind.

"Bang."

The sword rainbow shattered, and as soon as Yang Tiansheng's figure appeared, he slammed on the ground and stabbed at the middle-aged widow with a sword.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Japanese invaders did not retreat but advanced, and the Japanese sword burst into a cloud of sword light and rolled towards Yang Tiansheng's sword.

"Dingdingding......"

A sword and a sword are fast, and the crisp sound of the swords colliding is like countless wind chimes ringing at the same time.

Yang Tiansheng's swordsmanship is a family tradition, the foundation is extremely solid, the sword qi is rigid to the yang, the sword path is corresponding, and the air is impermeable.

And this middle-aged widow's knife technique is also old and spicy, the knife is fierce, the knife path is treacherous, and there is a sense of harmony between the right and the strange.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves have passed, and neither of them can catch anyone's flaws.

At the right time, Yang Tiansheng's true qi was exhausted, and he was about to withdraw and retreat and regain his strength, when the dirt under his feet suddenly exploded, and a touch of blue cold light hit his lower three roads from the bottom up.

"You're the one you're waiting for!"

Yang Tiansheng laughed and spun up, and hundreds of fine sword qi suddenly erupted around his body, shooting out in all directions.

The middle-aged widow, who was also exhausted, tried to come up and cooperate with the Dongying ninja in the dirt to attack Yang Tiansheng, but he was helplessly forced back by the rainstorm of fine sword qi, leaving the Dongying ninja who escaped in the dirt, and was slashed by the sword qi, and several streams of red blood rushed out......

"Bang."

Yang Tiansheng landed, the jade crown that bound his hair was already shattered, his shawl-long hair was unkempt, and there were traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, which looked very embarrassing.

Obviously, Fang Cai's move had exceeded the load limit of the meridians around him.

But his spirit became more and more excited.

"That's all there is left!"

He stared intently at the middle-aged widow in front of him, crooked his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, leaned over and pounced again.

The middle-aged widow took a deep breath with a solemn face, held the knife in both hands again, and when Yang Tiansheng approached Zhang Yu in front of him, he suddenly jumped over and shouted: "風を切って斬る!" ”

The sword is like a bright moon, and the knife is galloping like a long river.

Yang Tiansheng, who was in mid-air, shook his body, and when the sword qi fell head-on, he suddenly turned into several afterimages, avoiding the surging sword qi: "Hey, you can't split it!" ”

He is accustomed to using the family Eclipse Sun Sword Technique to face the enemy, and people in the outside world are about to forget that his father Yang Yinghao's nickname is not the "Eclipse Sun Sword".

It's the "Golden Winged Roc"!

"Boom!"

The sword qi fell to the ground, shattering two thatched huts and creating a crack more than ten meters long on the ground.

And the middle-aged widow who was made a mistake by Yang Tiansheng was forced to take another breath of true qi before he could see a bright little sun above his head.

"Master Shi 'compete with the sun'!"

The human sword is one, and the sword qi as fast as a frightening sword swept past the middle-aged widow who was caught off guard with lightning speed, cutting it into two pieces on the spot, and spilling blood into the sky......

Yang Tiansheng, who made a contribution with a sword and went to the empty building, slammed on the ground, knelt on one knee with a sword, and gasped violently.

"Loss, loss, loss......"

He tried to stand up with his sword, but his feet were weak and he fell to the ground on one knee again, and his mouth was still broken: "Why is the master the seventh on the fish and dragon list, and the master should be the first on the fish and dragon list... Vomit..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, hurriedly covered his mouth, and muttered vaguely: "Dog's day Yang Er, you can make the little master miserable, this matter, this matter is not two plates of scallion beef, you can't get by, you can't get by, bastard!" ”

At this moment, he only felt that every inch of his body, every inch of flesh and blood seemed to have been smashed by a sledgehammer.

But in his heart, he only felt unprecedented heartiness, an inexplicable confidence, like a backbone supporting his spirit.

How many things are absolutely true about human life?

This one is!

'When Yang Lao Er beheaded those corrupt officials at the beginning, was it the same? ’

He thought to himself.

"Oh no, the incense master vomited blood!"

"Master Incense, you hold on!"

"Lord Incense, you can't die......"

The Mingjiao masters who had already defeated a group of Mingjiao masters called Huazi Wakou, saw him vomiting blood from a distance, and hurriedly rushed up and helped him up.

Yang Tiansheng struggled and stretched out his hand: "Medicine, medicine......"

One person held his hand tightly and said with tears in his eyes: "Master Incense, what do you want?" ”

Yang Tiansheng rolled his eyes, his face was red, and he shouted: "Give me medicine, give me medicine, bastard!" ”

Several Mingjiao masters woke up like a dream, and hurriedly turned out a large number of small bottles from him: "Master Xiang, which one do you want to eat?" ”

Yang Tiansheng was almost so angry by these rammers that he snatched the small gold bottle from one person, bit the cork and poured two into his mouth.

Two of the Yang family's secret internal injury medicines went down to his stomach, I don't know if it was the psychological effect or the effect was really so strong, Yang Tiansheng immediately felt that he was refreshed again.

He broke free from a few of his men who were holding him, stood firm on his sword and spun around him to take another look at the grim scene around him......

He closed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Chop up all the widows and fill them in the pit!" ”

"Whoa!"

A group of Mingjiao masters shouted in unison, lifting their bright blades and pounced on the dozen or so Japanese who were still stubbornly resisting.

As soon as the middle-aged widows died, the angry war cry that called the Hanako widows to death quickly turned into a terrible wail of despair.

A group of Mingjiao experts really did what they said, whether they were living or dead, they were all chopped into pieces and shoveled into the pits......

Yang Tiansheng sat on a stone mill with his sword on his pillar and commanded his subordinates to search for the living.

After a while, the only remaining living mouth of Osmanthus was searched out by a group of Mingjiao experts.

"It's all here?"

He looked at his men in disbelief.

He clearly remembered that he received news that there were hundreds of people in this osmanthus ping.

The Mingjiao masters lowered their heads gloomily, no one dared to look him in the eyes of expectation, and no one could answer his question.

Yang Tiansheng trembled and stretched out a hand, counting the points one by one, over and over again.

Dotted and counted, there are still only eight...... Eight children.

Some of them were drenched, and at a glance they knew they had just been fished out of the tank.

Some of them are covered with grass and wood ashes, and you know that they must have been pulled out from under the stove without asking if they were used......

Yang Tiansheng could imagine that their parents and elders were scrambling to hide them and face the picture of those smiling widows by themselves.

Eight children hugged each other in horror and cried......

The immature hysterical cries floated back and forth in the dead village.

Yang Tiansheng wanted to comfort them, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't spit out a word, so he felt that a big stone was blocked in his chest, which weighed him down.

He could only turn his face and wave vigorously, asking his men to find some clothes for these children.

After a while, he gasped violently and muttered to himself, "What a fucking evil......"

He never wanted to be a good person.

Because being a good person is too tiring, too difficult, too troublesome, and too involuntary.

He just wants to be an idler who is not too good, not too bad, drinking, making friends, joining in the fun, and living his life freely, unrestrained, and chic......

But at this moment, he really hated why he came so late.

Why did he come so late?

Was last night's top card too bewitching?

Is this morning's steamed bun fish fillet porridge too delicious?

Or is the horse too expensive and the horsepower must be cherished?

Maybe both.

Every thought of "yes" made Yang Tiansheng want to slap himself.

The righteousness is too false and spacey.

And the suffering of the people is too real and concrete......

"This matter is over!"

Yang Tiansheng hissed uncomfortably: "Immediately send a signal to each hall and branch for help, how many people can come, as long as they are willing to send people, I will never say anything if I want Yang Tiansheng to give them a night pot in the future!" ”

The spring is cold, and the north wind is calling.

But it's hard to cool the blood in the heart of a good man!

(End of chapter)