Yi Wai's body was found on the second day by a merchant who was passing by and was about to rest.

The corpse soaked in the rain for a day and a night, but it did not change at all, and it came to life, as if it had just fallen asleep.

This is the strength of the innate martial artist, even if a person dies, the physical body is extremely strong, and it will not rot if it is placed for a few months.

As the news of Yi Wei's death spread, many people in Yangzhou City were talking about it.

Compared with the raid of the Jiang family, the people in the rivers and lakes are more concerned about how Yi Wai, a congenital master who has been famous for a long time, died.

"Yi Wai has been famous for many years, and his light skills are extraordinary, and he has fought with many congenital masters, and sometimes even if he is defeated, he can escape by virtue of his light skills.

Such a powerful person actually died? ”

"It's really dead, it's already cold, and the body has been taken away by the prefect's yamen."

"It's still incredible. You must know that Na Yi Wai is not only a light achievement, but also the essence of gold and iron, quenched with a hundred poisons, tempered for several years to refine the green devil hand, is one of the famous weapons in the martial arts.

is not only hard and sharp, but also extremely poisonous, even those veteran innate masters, they don't want to provoke this easily.

I can't believe that he died like this?

Does anyone know how he died? ”

"It is said that he was stabbed in the center of the eyebrows by a sword, according to the situation of the corpse, Yi Ai tried his best to urge the green devil hand to resist, but he still couldn't stop it, the pair of green devil gloves and his palms were pierced by a sword!"

"What kind of sword can pierce the Blue Devil's hand?"

"Could it be that this person provoked the Sword Saint Ye Gucheng?"

"Not necessarily, there are more people who have offended this person, and it is not impossible for the hero Yan Nantian to make a move. His Pure Yang Wuji Sword is a famous divine weapon in the rivers and lakes, and it can definitely break the hands of the Blue Devil! ”

"Yi cry Yi cry, every time this person kills someone, he will cry at the corpse, and now when he dies, he can only cry to himself.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy! ”

......

When Song Xuan returned to Qianhu, the rain had not stopped, but there was no trace of being drenched all over his body.

He is in a good mood, every time he fights with a master, he will have a sense of his understanding of the way of the sword, this kind of sword and sword shadow, he likes it more and more now.

"My lord, is the trouble solved?"

Lu Xiaofeng walked out of the next room and asked casually.

He knows best how strong this Lord Song's strength is, unless the Lord takes the initiative to show mercy, there is no reason for the other party to survive.

Song Xuan nodded slightly, "Blue Devil Hand Yi Cry, have you heard of it?" ”

"It's him!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "I was just watching from a distance, and the figure of the other party was shrouded in the robe, but I really didn't recognize it."

This person is not ordinary, he has fought with me, he can't break my Lingxi finger, but I can't keep him, I didn't expect this bad luck to crash into your hands. ”

Song Xuan snorted, "This person's light-weight exercises are really good, and ordinary people really can't keep him." ”

Yi Wai's light skills are very good, but unfortunately, his Song Xuan's sword is faster, so Yi Wai died.

"My lord, the killer is dead, assassination will not work, it is estimated that those families in Yangzhou City will have follow-up actions."

Song Xuan bowed his head and ordered: "You go and control the garrison generals of Yangzhou City, and if necessary, those who dare to disobey will be killed!" ”

Lu Xiaofeng received the order, without any superfluous nonsense, and got up and left directly.

If you follow the adults, you have to kill people sooner or later, and he can't kill ordinary people, but he has no psychological pressure to kill generals who may rebel.

After Lu Xiaofeng left, Song Xuan sat at the desk, did not deal with official business, but sat cross-legged and cultivated.

The affairs of the eight major families have never been a matter for him, no matter how strong the other party is, but after all, it is not a Jianghu sect, and it is not difficult to deal with.

He was waiting, waiting for the other party to launch a popular rebellion, giving him an excuse to uproot several major families.

The yamen of the prefect of Yangzhou, the prefect who claimed to be a soldier and didn't see anyone, was sitting in the wing room and nibbling on chicken legs.

A man dressed as a master quickly pushed the door in, "Lord Prefect, I heard the news, the Xiao family is contacting the people outside the city and preparing to riot!" ”

When the prefect heard this, he smiled and slapped his thigh, overjoyed.

"Sure enough, as expected by this mansion, the Jiang family is in such a tragic situation, how can the Xiao family and other families not react at all!"

"It's good to fight, it's better to fight to the death, those big families are not good things, Xuanyiwei and those martial artists are not good birds, it's better to lose both, we civil officials, only have a chance to get ahead!"

The prefect is very excited, it stands to reason that as the head of a government, a member of the three grades, and a proper local officer, in his own territory, he should be in power.

Before going to office, this Xu Governor thought so, but unfortunately, after taking office, he understood what local clan power was.

Here, any of his decisions, as long as there is no nod from the eight major families, then his prefect's order will not be able to leave Yangzhou City.

The feeling of aggrieved is simply annoying.

As a prefect, he is not even as comfortable as those county commanders who have power in their hands, and his ambitions have gradually worn out over the years.

But now, Governor Xu sees hope.

Song Xuan's stunned young man wants to use the eight wealthy families in Yangzhou as a ladder for advancement, and he also wants to see the power of the local wealthy families destroyed and regain the power of the prefect.

At this moment, the most excited person was not Song Xuan, nor the wealthy families who were preparing to launch a riot, but him, the prefect.

At this moment, seeing that Xuan Yiwei and the local wealthy families were about to merge, Xu Zhifu was happy to watch the play, and he couldn't wait to come forward in person to fan the flames and hurry up.

"My lord, which of the two sides do you think can win?" The master said in a low voice: "Shall we make some preparations in advance?" I think Song Xuan has more hope of winning over there, why don't we give him a letter and make a good fate? ”

"No, just don't know anything, neither of us will stand on either side. Song Xuan's murderous nature is too heavy, and after destroying the eight major families, it will inevitably cause an uproar in the imperial court.

These wealthy families are not weak in the imperial court, and when the time comes, it will be a situation of impeachment by hundreds of officials, and it is difficult to say whether the Son of Heaven will protect him.

The official and even the Zheng'er Bajing are from the Qingliu faction, there is no need to get involved in this kind of thing, you can arrange it and do a good job of guarding the prefect's yamen. ”

As he spoke, he took a sip of tea with a smile and even sang.

"Seeing him rise up a tall building, watching him feast guests, watching his building collapse......"

"The people are in revolt? Hehe, do you really think it's a good way to be invincible? When you encounter a ruthless character like Song Xuan, you deserve to be unlucky! ”