If you want to talk about the realm, the realm of Mrs. Diyi is naturally much higher than Wei Ye. However, being smart in the realm does not mean being smart in fighting, and many characters with a high realm often suffer in not being able to fight.

Wei Ye, a guy like Wei Ye, who has been going back and forth in the sewage of the dark night in Luoyang for the servant Zhang Zhong since he entered the cultivation path, has certainly exercised his skin thick enough, and his hands are naturally ruthless enough.

Sensing that the cold aura behind him was gradually gathering, Wei Ye's right hand sword technique was together, and he lightly pointed back.

An invisible flame qi was urged by Wei Ye's sword technique and shot out.

That cold aura was much weaker than the Diyi Lady who commanded the thousand demons that day, but it was just a pair of Wei Ye's Dongyang Sword Zhu mana in the air, and it was suddenly like snow meeting Yangchun, and it collapsed in a blink of an eye. The scribe with his head wrapped in a white cloth had an incredulous look of horror on his face, and he opened his mouth to exhale, and a piece of stone on the ground that was broken and exposed with sharp edges flew up and stabbed into his throat fiercely!

Although the edge of the stone shard was sharp, it was undoubtedly much blunt compared to the real sword, and this piercing only cut the trachea of the scripture master, but it did not make him die instantly. This gentle-looking scripture master fell to the ground, and the blood foam with bubbles kept surging up, but he did not die for a while, but fell into greater pain.

But just one moment is enough to deter this group of white-hat thugs. Looking at the scripture master who fell to the ground and groaned miserably but couldn't die happily, although these gangsters are brave and ruthless, a leader like Ma Changqing may not have a lawsuit on his hands, but the sudden and inexplicable death of a big living person is enough to make people's blood cold.

Ma Changqing was the first to react, flew up, held the head of the scripture master, and shouted repeatedly: "Brother Pony, Mr. Pony, how are you!"

But no matter how much he called, the scripture master had no way to answer him, so he could only keep twitching his limbs and staring at the back of the immortal warlock with his eyes.

Cutting off this little brother's head neatly is not a difficult task for Wei Ye today. But to calm people down, dead people alone are not enough.

There were many onlookers who watched the beheading, and there were far fewer onlookers who watched the hanging, because although the beheading was bloody, the process of death was too neat. Such a simple death can hardly arouse the instinctive fear of man as a living being. On the contrary, at such a time, the long but painful death of this scripture teacher can calm these gangsters as quickly as possible.

Once a person has calmed down, he will consider the pros and cons, and without this Zoroastrian scripture teacher as an agitator, the innate fanatical aura of religious believers will also fade. There are gains and losses, there are horrors, there are pros and cons, and there are fears, and even the unconscious fanaticism of the group as a believer has no words, so these white-hat men, wearing white hats, are gangsters, and they are still gangsters when they take off their white hats.

The moment the crowd retreated slightly, Wei Ye casually picked up the lamb's tripe silk with chopsticks, and said to the little mute: "Watch this group of guys, don't let any of them go, after beating the dog, the dog fan always has to jump out." Catch thieves and take stolen goods, catch traitors and take pairs, I want to see how deep the adults and gentlemen of the six counties of Liangzhou have for their dogs. As for them—"

Wei Ye tapped the white-hat gangsters in front of him with chopsticks, and sneered: "If you dare to run, you will break their three legs." ”

Just like during the cleaning, the teacher is only responsible for the acceptance, and the work is all done by the students. Wei Ye was also very relaxed at the moment, but the little mute just quietly obeyed, and then began to silently punch and slap at these white-hat gangsters.

The fist is like a hammer, the palm is like a knife, and it starts at the most vulnerable joints of the gangsters, and in the blink of an eye, there is a mourning in front of this small shop.

Sima Ling looked at the little mute, then looked at Wei Ye seriously, and finally spoke: "Uncle, your training like this is very inappropriate. ”

Death means unknowable, it means severing one's relationship with the living. However, for the avenger, how can a momentary killing be an eternal torment? If the little mute really wants to take revenge, he should understand that dealing with the enemy is a more important lesson to learn than killing the enemy. ”

Sima Ling glanced at his uncle angrily, and asked rhetorically: "But according to your education method, how can I faintly feel that even if the little mute does not become a murderer, it may become a sadist." ”

The fairy warlock smacked slightly, and said no more.

After the emotions of human beings are burned, they will go towards self-satisfaction, and virtuous ministers like Wu Zixu, because of hatred, have also broken through the righteousness between monarchs and ministers, and went to dig up the tomb of the king of Chu and whip the corpse. At such times, any blame for perfection is superfluous.

His gaze swept over the little mute, but it fell on the other side of the road, the officials and the little officials.

This group of cultists ran out to make trouble, and it was obvious that some people in the official mansion of Blackwater City had acquiesced. Regardless of how Heishui City, where Zhangye County is located, has become a strange situation where the people are allowed to govern the grassroots, and the officials are escorted with a smile. For the time being, it doesn't matter who is behind the scenes, and what kind of benefits they are trying to get from it.

But one thing can be confirmed, the dog was beaten, and the head dog of the dog pack was killed, and at this time, the dog owner always had to come out to show his fairness and justice.

Just like all vulgar entertainment jokes, just when the little mute stopped a white-hat thug who wanted to run to report the news, a neat little grab, and took off one of his arms by the way, there was an angry shout: "Stop! Committing murder and hurting people in broad daylight is trying to eat prison food!"

With this angry shout, a man with a scarf wrapped around his head stood in front of the shop with a ring knife around his waist. He was followed by several servants dressed in soap-colored clothes, all with chains to tie people and wooden shackles to tie people's wrists, and they looked very well prepared, as if they had been preparing to take people for a long time.

He was followed by a thin official, with an ink sac and a bookbag hanging from his waist, carefully hiding behind the officials and watching.

When Ma Changqing saw this group of servants, he pushed the head of Ma Ah Ge Jingshi, who had not yet breathed, to the side, and quickly pounced, crying: "Han Weishi, these people have no king's law, and they have killed people!"

Wei Shi, surnamed Han, looked down at the scripture master who looked dead and scolded: "Who dares to kill someone? Come on, bring these suspects back!"