When they came to the streets, the various officials who were searching separately gradually gathered together, more or less some of them were holding some people.

Some of these people were still bleeding, and at first glance they were wounded by swords, some were caused by sticks, and some were in tattered clothes like Feng Yishan.

Feng Yishan noticed that all the servants who were holding people like himself were a little unnatural when they gathered together, and the others didn't point it out after laughing a few words, and immediately understood that this kind of behavior of killing good people and risking merit had become the unspoken rule of this group of officials, and it must have been a long time.

The officials pushed and shoved the crowd together, and they were roughly divided into three categories.

One of them was all shackled, covered in sword wounds, and some were still bleeding, and the bright red blood dripped on the ground, reflecting their fierce eyes.

The second category is the group of people in Feng Yishan, who are simply tied up with ropes, probably not afraid that they will be able to run away, and there are few guards who are absent-minded.

The third category is a group of daughters, children, and the elderly, which are probably the family members of this group of people. The major empires have a tradition of punishing the three clans, punishing the nine clans, and the big crime is a small crime, and your family will be implicated.

Now these people are probably the family members of those Jianghu people, one is to be a hostage, in case they break the ban by force, and the other is their family members who violate the ban, most of them are also involved, at least they can participate in him and conceal it, as for this, it is a matter for the lords of the prefectures and counties to discuss, but it has nothing to do with them.

The official who pushed Feng Yishan pushed Feng Yishan into the group of beggars, and returned to the team after handing over to the master.

Feng Yishan was surrounded by tattered beggars, dressed in beggar clothes, looking numb, walking step by step with the shouting of the officials.

"Hey, you're a beggar who was captured too, why haven't I seen it!" asked a white-haired old man beside Feng Yishan as he walked, a head full of dirty white hair on top of his tattered clothes.

As soon as Feng Yishan turned around, a very unpleasant smell rushed into his nose, "Hmm, hmm, yes, yes! I wandered here, thinking that there should be more bodhisattvas in this big city." ”

"Bodhisattva!hehe!" the old man smiled contemptuously, "the cannibalistic endowment, the official who broke the family, the wine smell of Zhumen, and the banquet of the lonely grave." Today's Tianfu has long since lost the wealth of the past, only the endless sadness behind the prosperous ending, the lackeys and minions of the King of Xuan, when do you care about the dawn people who have lived and stolen their lives!"

Feng Yishan glanced at the white-haired old man beside him in surprise as he walked, and saw the surrounding officials walking around lazily, not looking at the beggar team, and quietly asked, "Old man, I think the city is still very prosperous! Why do you sigh so much, do you have those encounters!"

"Hmph! I am the only talent in our ten miles and eight townships near Leijia Lake, but the township actually thinks that my family is poor and cannot pay tribute, so they don't send me a road guide, and I am not allowed to go to the city to take the exam. I reasoned with him several times, but I was actually driven out by the bastards, sentenced me to contempt of the court, fined the family property, my parents died in a fit of anger, and the good wives in the family were also sold into slavery by the officials, lonely and helpless, and there was no way to sue the officials, and there was no way to sue the officials!"

The old beggar had tears in his eyes, and the more he spoke, the more sad and angry he became, and he angrily denounced him.

Feng Yishan felt something in his heart, and couldn't help but have a good impression of the old beggar, no wonder he was not optimistic about the Tianfu Empire at all.

The beggars around were not surprised, and they looked at each step and turned a deaf ear.

The surrounding officials were also whispering, and they were not at ease at all about what the old beggar said, and they didn't see it. Only one person was close, Xu was tired of hearing it, picked up the leather whip in his hand, and hit it angrily with a "pop!"

If this whip is solid, with the physique of an old beggar, how can he bear it, and half his life will be gone.

Inexplicably, Feng Yishan's heart was filled with anger, and he grabbed the whip in his hand with one hand, and no matter how hard the servant tried, he couldn't break free.

The official was controlled by Feng Yishan, and suddenly his face couldn't get over, his face was flushed, and his other hand pulled out his knife with his backhand, and he was about to chop it down.

The surrounding officials found out that something was wrong here, and a few people drew their swords and walked here, while others held their knives and sneered, not thinking that Feng Yishan could do anything to the officials. It's just that the official was careless in Jingzhou for a while.

Those beggars subconsciously retreated away from here, their eyes were full of indifference, and only a few of them flashed helplessness and regret.

Facing the unreserved knife of the servant, Feng Yishan knew that he could no longer hide, and once he made a move, the surrounding masters would immediately come to arrest him, so he had to kill with one blow and then flee from this place immediately, and he couldn't delay for half a moment.

Just as the internal force of Fengyi Mountain was about to rush out, a handsome boy jumped out of the roof of the street, holding an iron fan in his hand, with a confident smile on his face, "Kang Gongzi, why are you so embarrassed if you haven't seen you for a few days!"

The surging internal force of Feng Yishan was blown by his voice, and the coolness like a spring breeze calmed down the feeling of blood heat.

Looking at the young man, in confusion, I saw that he opened the folding fan with a "sigh", and in the middle of a picture of mountains and flowing water, a small pavilion and pavilion were written in a small letter, "Lang".

Feng Yishan was puzzled for a moment and came to his senses, isn't that the mark under the door of Langya Pavilion!