Outside the Niu Mansion, Niu Lian knelt in front of everyone's eyes sluggishly, the rope on her body was tied firmly, and her godless eyes looked around. Beside her, several soldiers with knives at their waists looked at her coldly.

Liu Xiaoxiao looked at the scene in front of her, and tears almost burst out of her eyes. She didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of others, so she could only clutch Yan Wuchang's sleeve tightly beside her, at a loss.

Several soldiers in the crowd shouted loudly, urging those inside to speed up. Liu Xiaoxiao looked into the mansion and saw that there were already groups of soldiers gathered inside, searching the rooms, breaking through the doors rudely, and dragging all kinds of household goods out of the box after box.

The crowd around Liu Xiaoxiao kept whispering, pointing at the few people kneeling on the ground, and their expressions were full of disdain.

"Look, it's them, no wonder Master Niu is so generous, it turns out that they are all earned by serving foreigners......"

"I heard that Master Niu was killed by his family, and they are definitely not good things, and in the end, there was infighting when the spoils were unevenly distributed. ”

"This family is a group of traitors, kill them quickly to prevent future troubles. ”

"The shame of traitor is unforgivable......"

She listened to the low conversation of the crowd around her, and couldn't help but turn pale, and looked at Niu Lian in a panic, messing up.

Yan Wuchang's face was expressionless, as if all this had nothing to do with him, as if he was someone else.

After a while, under the crowd of onlookers, a captain of the Praetorian Guard walked up to the people, stretched out his arms and said to the crowd: "Everyone be quiet, be quiet, announce the order." ”

After the lieutenant finished speaking, the crowd calmed down a little.

The lieutenant glanced at the crowd unhurriedly, took out a notice from his bosom, spread it out, and read it at the top of his voice.

"Today, there are people in the Niu Mansion, usurping foreign bandits, smuggling armaments, greedy for countless amounts of money, damaging our Great Wu military strength, for their own selfish desires, it is really a crime of treason, according to the law of Great Wu, today behead the public!"

As soon as the words ended, there was a cheer from the crowd.

Niu Ran listened to the lieutenant's words in a daze, raised his head, and glanced at the crowd around him dimly, his face full of wood.

Liu Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, like a frightened little bird, and couldn't help but take a step back and collapsed into Yan Impermanence's arms.

"What's wrong? Haven't you always hated this place?"

Yan Wuchang's deep voice sounded in her ears, and he saw Liu Xiaoxiao's panic at this time, and leaned closer to ask.

Liu Xiaoxiao hurriedly turned around, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I didn't ...... These are all done by Niu Tao, he is a bad person...... The rest of the people are innocent, they don't know anything. ”

Yan Wuchang listened, chuckled, and asked, "Don't you know that treason is to be punished?"

Hearing the word Zhulian, Liu Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, she looked nervously at the kneeling people, unable to say a word.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a tall and burly soldier walked bare-chested, holding a wide Pu knife, towards the eldest lady Wang Shi, who was kneeling first.

Wang Shi seemed to realize something at this moment, she raised her head, and helpless grievances appeared on her wrinkled face, and old tears flowed across her eyes.

Before she could say anything, the soldier raised his sword high, and slashed at her neck with a sharp sword.

Click. There was a sound of flesh and skin cracking, and blinding blood gushed out from Wang's neck and spilled into the air.

Her head slowly fell from her body, smashed to the ground, and her body fell with it.

"Mother!" Niu Ran on the side finally couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a desperate wail at Wang's corpse.

The back of a Pu knife slammed into the back of his head, and Niu Ran snorted, his eyes turned black, and he lay on the ground unconscious.

"Brother—" Young Niu Lian cried out to him, moving her knees and leaning over to him.

The lieutenant watched this scene coldly and remained silent.

Liu Xiaoxiao closed his eyes tightly, couldn't bear to look directly, and buried his head hard in Yan Wuchang's arms beside him, his liver and gallbladder were split.

Click!

As the soldier's simple knife fell again, Chen Rong's head also smashed to the ground with a thud. The butler next to her was already frightened, his eyes rolled and his body shrunk into a ball.

The crowd of onlookers also retreated again and again from this bloody scene, constantly sighing.

Liu Xiaoxiao grabbed Yan Wuchang's clothes, raised his head, and choked up on him with tears on his face: "Please...... Is it okay to save them...... They really don't know anything...... They are innocent ......"

Yan Wuchang looked at the crowds of Praetorian Guards in front of the Niu Mansion and shook his head silently.

"Since you can't stand it, let's go. Niu Tao committed treason, and it is inevitable that he will be beheaded all over the house, and you must have this consciousness if you have a great cause. He said lightly to Liu Xiaoxiao.

"No...... No, I can ...... nothing," Liu Xiaoxiao said with a crying voice, "You are strong in martial arts, please save the children, they are still young, and they have been bullied by Niu Tao...... They were very nice to me...... Please......"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and wept silently.

Click.

With a burst of exclamations from the crowd around him, the butler also died under the soldier's knife.

Liu Xiaoxiao turned his back to this bloody scene, couldn't bear it, and raised his head again and said to Yan Wuchang: "It's good for you to save the two children, they are all good people, and they have nothing to do with this matter, I promise you whatever you say, if you don't save it, I will die for you." ”

Yan Wuchang was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "No, you yourself are about to die, and you still care about these two people, as for it?"

Liu Xiaoxiao ignored his words, turned around, and saw Niu Lian climbing on Niu Ran's body, holding her little head high, facing the tall soldiers, and said in a childish childish voice: "You are not allowed to kill my brother!"

The three people in front of them had become headless corpses, and the pool of blood was getting bigger and bigger, and Niu Lian didn't seem to see it, and faced the blade without fear.

The soldier was a little disdainful, and said to himself: "Little doll, it's the first time for Lao Tzu to cut such a small one, and no one will come first anyway, so you can go first." ”

When Liu Xiaoxiao heard his words, he was so anxious that he reached out and plucked the hairpin on his head, and threatened Yan Wuchang: "If you don't save me, I will kill myself now...... No, I'll go and surrender in front of the official now!

Suddenly, Yan Wuchang covered her mouth, slowly approached, and looked directly into her eyes.

"Only one can be saved. ”

Listening to his deep voice, Liu Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, and the soldier behind him had already waved his Pu knife.

"Save Xiaolian, save Xiaolian!"

She couldn't manage so much at the moment, and eagerly lowered her voice.

Yan Wuchang smiled faintly at her, and the next moment, he disappeared in front of her out of thin air.

Liu Xiaoxiao was startled, and before he had time to come back to his senses, he turned around to look.

The soldier who raised his sword high suddenly let out a scream, and his huge body retreated straight back, spitting out a wisp of blood from his mouth. And the cow lotus in front of him disappeared in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Xiaoxiao's body was picked up by the waist, and a strong wind blew through the back of her head, her eyes were black, her head was dizzy, and she lost consciousness.

Wu Palace.

Penal Department.

In the palace, Yang Anshi, the head of the Criminal Department, was pale and sat on a high bench.

In front of him, several lieutenants of the Criminal Department knelt in the center of the hall in front of him, not daring to raise their heads.

Syllable!

Yang Anshi slapped the table in front of him vigorously, making a loud noise, which frightened several lieutenants.

"Mother, do you want to do Suoxi?" he spoke in the dialect of Wu and angrily rebuked the lieutenant, "If you are told to cut down a few unarmed ordinary people according to your order, you can let people run away? In this Niu Mansion, there is a Liu Sanniang and a little hairy boy who is only a few years old? What are you all eating?"

"Lord Steward...... Today's story...... There is nothing we can do, that girl must have been rescued by a master, there are many foreign forces involved in this matter, and they must have the inside story of this matter, so they were rescued......" A lieutenant said bravely.

Yang Anshi was suddenly furious, slapped the table hard, and said angrily: "Let your mother's fart! Why the hell are so many masters? Together with my criminal department, they are all waste? Let people lose people under their noses, if you report to the imperial court, will there be a master in your head to save you?"

When the lieutenant heard this, he hurriedly bowed his head tremblingly, not daring to speak.

Yang Anshi gasped, his face flushed, and then said: "Damn, how long have we been following the armament matter? I didn't get anything, but the emperor and his old man wanted us to cut it first, and you people lost it, and let people play in the palm of their hands at the door of their own homes, it's really a big joke!"

Seeing that he was like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, several lieutenants could only honestly maintain a posture of lying on the ground, not daring to move.

Yang Anshi looked at them and said impatiently: "You just wait and see, see if your hat can't be dropped! Now that Hurun in the Hangzhou Prefecture has been implicated, saying that it is ineffective and will be dealt with, how long can we last? You should hurry up and increase the blockade of Hangzhou City for me, and we must not let those foreigners escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several lieutenants hurriedly straightened up and said, "Yes, the little one will do it immediately." ”

They got up in a hurry, and before they could straighten their clothes, they hurried out of the temple.

"Wait. Yang Anshi suddenly stopped them and said in a deep voice, "The emperor has made an order, when necessary, invite the predecessors of the swordsmith to go out of the mountain, and be sure to leave the foreign bandits in the Wu Kingdom." ”

A lieutenant turned around and plucked up the courage to ask, "Swordsmith...... Who is it......"

Yang Anshi slapped the table hard again, and said irritably: "You don't even know the name of the number one swordsman in the world, and you still want me to teach you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Several lieutenants hurriedly hunched their waists and exited the main hall.

Yang Anshi looked at their backs of leaving in a hurry, anxious, and there was always a nameless fire in his heart, and he sighed helplessly.

Late at night.

Wu.

Hangzhou border.

It was already night, the temperature had dropped rapidly, and the silence was terrible, and when I looked up, I could see some towering branches, stretching out slender green fields towards the sky. The moonlight in the night sky flickered and dimmed, and the white clouds galloped beside the bright moon, like an ink painting by a famous artist.

On the border from Hangzhou to South Korea, there is only a narrow forest path that can be traversed. Only a few horse-drawn carriages passed by on the quiet path, crunching against the muddy dirt road.

Recently, the floods in the south of the Yangtze River burst the embankment, the rainy season is coming, the torrential rain is pouring, and it has been raining for several days in a row, even if the weather is clear, the road surface has become muddy, and the axles have sunk into the dirt road for a few inches, and it is difficult to pass through.

The black-clothed man in Skynet sat outside the carriage disguised as a coachman, carrying a lantern, looking around vigilantly, and quickly directing the carriage to hide into the jungle beside the road as soon as the wind and grass were blowing.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way, and when I looked out the window, the tree trunks on both sides were rapidly backwards, and occasionally there was a burst of birdsong.

Yan Wuchang sat in the carriage, next to the unconscious Liu Xiaoxiao and Niu Lian. He looked intently out the window, his face a little solemn.

It stands to reason that the Praetorian Guards should be indispensable to this border, but since they drove out of the city of Hangzhou, they have never seen the shadow of the Praetorian Guards, and no one has followed them. But Yan Wuchang felt more and more uneasy, as if the calm before the storm, in front of them, there should be something waiting quietly.

Soon, the carriage passed by a post station, and Yan Wuchang understood that this was the closest post station to the border, and after walking less than a few miles, he completely entered Nanzhou in South Korea.

Out of the corner of Yan Wuchang's eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man sitting on a grave in the backyard of the post station, looking at the speeding convoy alone.

At this moment, he felt a somewhat oppressive and strange atmosphere coming, which was even more unsettling than when he saw the demon girl Qian Ayan in the inn last night.

He frowned, and one hand slowly reached to his waist, gripping the hilt of the dagger.

At this time, Liu Xiaoxiao and Niu Lian beside him were unconscious, and they didn't bring much burden, and now they both have become wanted criminals by the Wu State Government, and I don't know how much trouble it will bring to following Skynet.

Yan Wuchang thought about it and sighed secretly in his heart.

After a while, the carriage came to a slow stop in the middle of the path.

Predictable. Yan Wuchang suddenly felt a mysterious aura coming, terrifyingly depressed, and tightly locked his throat. He stood up silently, lifted the curtains, and stepped out of the carriage with a calm face.

The carriage in front of him also stopped in front of him, and all the men in black slowly got out of the car and came to the road.

Their eyes were invariably looking ahead, silent. There, there sat an old man, whose face was blurred by the moonlight, and could only vaguely distinguish that he was wearing a wide black robe, and a golden phoenix was embroidered on the robe, which was beautiful.

The old man just sat quietly in the middle of the road, but his body exuded a strong aura, like a sleeping dragon.

Yan Wuchang looked at the old man and saw that he was holding an unsheathed sword in his thin hand, and the pitch-black scabbard was carved with countless patterns and lines, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

Yan Wuchang's heart couldn't help but chuckle, a little stunned.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, calmed down, slowly walked forward, came to the front of the convoy, clasped his fists in front of the old man, saluted respectfully, and said, "The junior Yan Guoyan is impermanent, and he has seen the swordsmith seniors. ”