"Get out of here, you dead hillbilly, is it easy for your grandfather to lead the soldiers to fight, catching two sheep is to look up to you, get out, I annoyed Lao Tzu and demolished your old bones."

Early in the morning, the silence of the village was shattered by the sound of chaotic shouting

A strong man with a full beard and twenty or thirty disheveled soldiers poured into Die'er Village, searching for chickens and dogs from house to house, punching and kicking at the slightest obstruction.

He said that he was a soldier, but he was just a gangster in a tattered uniform, and he would search the people everywhere with a few fists and feet all day long.

The government has organized the liquidation many times, but for some reason, it has never been effective.

Lao Zheng, who is in his sixties, has been beaten and curled up on the ground, one arm is strangely bent, and his body is covered with bloodstains, which makes people unbearable to look at directly, and it seems that his life is not guaranteed.

"Everyone, listen up, my name is Zhang Dabeard, you can also call me Zhang Wuye, from today onwards, the security here is under my control, as long as you are honest and pay the protection fee on time, Lao Tzu guarantees that you are safe and sound, who is his grandmother's restlessness, hum, this is the end" said, kicked Lao Zheng again, and walked towards the next target with a greedy face.

The bold villagers ran over to help the dying Lao Zheng, nagging in their hearts: Hey, I don't know whose family is unlucky, the old man has been a good person all his life, but in the end he ended up like this, it seems that he is really a villain.

"Damn, this broken village is too little oil and water, and Diao Min doesn't know how to lift, you see the old man just now, he really wants to play with us......; Hahaha"

"Hehe, since this two-pronged thing has happened to our brothers, we have to enjoy it. By the way, by the way, help the third master inquire about that matter, even if it is a little bit touched, our brothers will be developed in the second half of their lives......"

"Dream a sweet dream, you can also believe the words of a blind fortune teller?this place where birds don't....don't think about it, I'm not enjoying it."

......

Not far from the crowd, Yun Xiaotian silently watched all this.

In his vague memory, once he had a very serious illness, Grandpa Zheng brought him a bowl of hot goat's milk every day, coaxed him to drink it with a smile, and every time he shouted Grandpa Zheng happily......

He also heard the name of a person: Third Master!

"This is the so-called obsession, right?" Yun Xiaotian in his previous life grew up in an orphanage, and he has no parents by his side since he was a child, and he has always regarded the uncles and aunts in the orphanage as his relatives. Feeling the anger and unwillingness coming from his body, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Boss, there's a kid who always stares at you"

"Hey, that stinky boy over there, what the hell are you looking at, you're getting impatient," the bearded man shouted.

"Little Wang Ba Calf, what are you looking at our boss doing, looking for death, you! Your parents are all dead" A cross-eyed said and slapped Yun Xiaotian in the face, looking at the unyielding eyes of this wild child, I don't know why I feel a little chill in my heart.

"Damn, hell, Lao Tzu abolished your little king and eight calves" Dou Dou Eye unwillingly pulled out the ring knife on his waist.

"Stop, what kind of soldiers are you, you have the courage to kill the enemy on the battlefield and make meritorious contributions, we ordinary people are willing to eat chaff and vegetables, but what kind of ability is it to bully these honest villagers, you don't even let go of a child, are you still human!"

The old village chief blocked the way of the bearded man and the others surrounded by a group of villagers, and originally just wanted to endure it and let it pass, but when he thought of the dying Lao Zheng and saw Yun Xiaotian in danger, he couldn't help but drink the cross-eyed soldiers.

"Hey, why are there so many people who are not afraid of death today? Brothers, it seems that we are still too merciful," he said, shaking his tattered military uniform, as if showing off something.

"That's right, abolish this old thing, abolish him" A group of fierce gods shouted viciously and rushed into the crowd, and the young men in the village could not hold back the anger in their hearts, and they also swarmed up, and scuffled with the bearded group.

Although the young men are young and strong, after all, this group of soldiers has practiced a few fists and feet, especially the cross-eyed, although the footsteps seem to be unstable, but in the chaos they easily avoided the flying punches and feet, and the attack is very vicious, and several young men have been injured.

"You bad people, don't beat my father" In the chaos, a stunned little guy who was about the same age as Yun Xiaotian suddenly rushed up and hugged the thigh of a soldier ruffian and bit it hard.

"Ah, you little rabbit cub dare to bite me, Lao Tzu will destroy your whole family" The bitten soldier kicked the child's chest, and the young body flew out far away.

With a wave of his hand, he stabbed into the chest of the child's father, and the blood finally spit out from him, and he couldn't survive, but he still hugged the soldier's leg tightly, and looked at the child in the distance with unwilling eyes.

There is reluctance, attachment, anger and powerlessness.

Well, the soldier was so fierce that he cut off the man's arms with a knife, pulled out the knife dripping with blood, and strode thinking about the child's walking, so frightened that the child's mother held him tightly in her arms, and the cries became one.

Ahh......h

Suddenly, a miserable cry came to an abrupt end, causing the fighting crowd to stop.

I saw a soldier lying on his side on the ground with his eyes wide, his saber falling to the ground, blood gushing from a crude wound in his neck.

His hands covered the wound hard, but he couldn't stop the flow of blood, and he wanted to say something, as if he didn't expect that he would die in this poor country.

Yun Xiaotian next to him was still holding a blood-stained sickle in his hand, his face was a little pale, but there was not much fear in his eyes.

"Little bastard, you are looking for death, Lao Tzu unloaded you" Another murderer brandished a bloody weapon and ran towards Yun Xiaotian.

At this moment, an incomparably suppressed sword intent descended in vain, ordinary people may not feel it, but these ruffians felt like they were on their backs.

"There are masters, masters who can reach the realm of accidental release of the sword without showing up, at least they are also famous figures in the rivers and lakes"

"This is not far from Kunlun Mountain, is it the legendary group of nosy guys in Kunlun Mountain? Such people appear in a poor country like Die'er Village, hehe......"

The bearded man, known as the Boss, gestured to the crowd and turned his head to leave, and a group of murderers followed him without saying a word, and walked away respectfully.

In the blink of an eye, the village was quiet again, and everyone looked at the messy village and the bloody corpses on the ground, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

The good news is: if this fight continues, the officers and soldiers will definitely win, and no one will dare to expect these people to show mercy at that time, and now they are gone.......

The worry is: they will not give up, what will they do in the future?

"Yun'er, did you do it, go home, my mother has something to tell you" Aunt Wang, who hurried over, didn't seem to be too surprised when she saw the scene on the ground.

No one noticed that on an old tree in the mountain forest a little away, a figure in a pale cyan robe floated up, and the whole person seemed to be blended with the wind and the tree.

A simple long sword is simply straddled diagonally behind the back, and the word "cutting the wind" is carved on the scabbard.

cut off all the injustices in the world, and people are silent when the wind comes and goes.

Chopping the wind sword, sealing unevenly, a ranger who has been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes, one of the heroes of Kunlun, I don't know how many treacherous people are frightened.

Most of the time on the rivers and lakes, I only know the wind sword, but I don't know the person in charge of the sword.

"This mother and son are not simple, since they met, it is fate, so I will help you" Feng Buping silently stared at the thin figure in the distance, and in a flash, he floated away in the direction where the ruffians left.