A magic sword is out of the sheath, reflecting more than 100 Dongyang Zhu Ming swords, the sword runes are blazing red, and the magic sword is blazing!

The person who led the team was Yin Xiaolou. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This Purple Void Lang of the Daohai Sect, just like the subordinate Lang under his command, was covered with an embroidered vermilion robe covered with a half-body scale armor that was both light and thin, and his right hand was pressed on his waist by the broad-bladed magic sword made by the Lihuo Cutting Golden Courtyard.

And behind him, the sound of the magic sword unsheathed was particularly clear along with one command after another:

"C-word Shenban, draw your sword!"

"Draw your sword!"

"C-word Chenban, draw your sword!"

Yin Xiaolou's five fingers suddenly came together, and the Daoist magic sword made of fire and copper mixed with all kinds of strange gold suddenly came out of its sheath: "Purple Void Lang Yin Xiaolou, draw the sword!"

The sword is unsheathed.

Swords into forests.

The dry, cold and cold wind from Shuobei passed through this sword forest, and it was suddenly dyed with a layer of dryness, and the fire gradually rose in the wind.

The branches are thin and thin as bones, and they are warm.

The ice under the eaves is as thick as a rafter and melts.

A drop of water hung on the tip of the ice and fell to the ground without hesitation.

The dwarven assassin, the sword officer, let out a roar at the same time!

The giant axe, which flashed with the aura of magic, swung forward, and even faintly saw that the long silver handle of the giant axe was slightly bent by the excessive momentum in the movement.

The heavy axe smashed into the sword, leaving a shallow scratch on the spine.

The wide and thick blade of the sword was forced to bend sharply by the momentum brought by the axe, and the cocoons of the sword that had accumulated on the palm of the sword held the sword cracked in a blink of an eye, revealing the red and tender soft flesh under the old skin.

But there was an extra hand on the sword, and it was against the slightly curved magic sword, and the sword continued, and the person did not retreat, and it was bitten together with the giant axe with strong strength!

Yin Xiaolou resisted the opponent's giant axe with one sword, and then there was one, two, and three swords...... Even more than ten swords clustered out, covering the opponent into a sword thorn!

The heavy blade hooked the back of the axe, held the blade of the axe, and pressed against the armor, and the sharp blade and smooth armor kept rubbing, making a sound that was definitely not good.

Yin Xiaolou didn't look at the blood gradually oozing from the tiger's mouth, just stared at the other party's ugly garlic nose, pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "Even if you practice the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, just two or three of you bald rats, what do you want to do?"

A magic sword forcibly suppressed the giant axes of these dwarves, this scene was spectacular enough, but it was equivalent to dragging all the semi-mobile forces of Zhuozhou Chengtai ahead of the state government.

Compared with these bald dwarves who can't be injured by fire and can't be killed by swords, even the whereabouts of Zhao Liangsi and Yao Pingzhong have not been asked for a while!

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On the construction site in the outer city, Mu Lan was directing the displaced people to mix the newly poured sand and cement from the concrete pool. Under the supervision of the Taoist soldiers, large groups of displaced people shoveled the mixed concrete into iron-welded trolleys and transported them to the base of the outer city wall, where the brackets and templates were tied.

The endless flow of people, the sweaty construction site, but the atmosphere is extremely tense, Mu Lan, as a Taoist official, has a keen five senses far above ordinary people, and the movements of various construction sites are under his surveillance. The Taoist soldiers beside him did not mean that it was enough to follow him, a technocrat who left the Fire Cutting Institute, and always rushed to various construction sites according to his orders to correct the illegal operations of the displaced people in a timely manner.

Even in the areas directly controlled by Daohai Zongyuan, which has begun to promote national literacy education, there is no way to let the migrant workers have any deep understanding, and work-related accidents are always continuous. These Liao refugees have no sense of security, and the result of educating these refugees can only be to use the compulsory corporal punishment of Taoist soldiers as the only means of "teaching rules".

Whether it is the Great Song Dynasty or the Liao State, the regular service of the common people has been implemented for thousands of years, and there will be no resistance to the matter of "working for the government". Moreover, the "Taoist grandfathers from the Great Song Dynasty" are willing to let everyone eat well and dress warmly, and it is natural for the Taoist grandfathers to work in the eyes of the displaced people.

But for those rough Taoist priests who run over at every turn, beat and scold everyone, everyone has no good feelings. After everyone was kicked a few times in the buttocks, and even dragged aside to greet them with a small board, the homeless people understood that the Taoist officials and grandfathers had big rules, and even had laws for how to do work, and they couldn't easily violate it.

"The people do not fight with the officials" is the survival wisdom of the people at the bottom from thousands of years of blood and tears, even if it is a Taoist official from the Great Song Dynasty, as long as there is a "official" word, it has a special divine power.

But among the silent majority, there is always a part of the population that always has to make their voices heard.

Among these homeless workers, those "technicians" such as carpenters and masons undoubtedly belong to those who want to speak out in this way -- the craftsmanship passed down from their ancestors, where they go to repair houses and build walls, they are not used in this way, how come they get to the Great Song Dynasty, and change the rules? Even Yu Duliu, who was reincarnated by Grandpa Luban, does not have so much to talk about, right?

Several masons were also running around the construction site, in the past, they were all apprentices, helpers, and people with a lot of faces, but now they could only push the iron cart one by one, and carry the strange mortar mixed with sand and gravel one by one, and there was a bit of depression in their eyes.

After pushing the car a few times, they were kicked a few times by the Taoist soldiers who rushed over to picket the violations, and these people felt more and more sad and lamented.

However, for no reason, this sorrow was suddenly amplified, and then the fragments of memories that had been precipitated in the depths of my mind suddenly came alive strangely.

It can be Qingmei who married the youngest son of the village Taigong family many years ago, it can be the owner who gave less wages to the two-foot cloth, or it can be the relief paste last night that is half a spoonful less than others.

What's more, it is all the way to abandon home and business, life and death, all kinds of tragic things, all kinds of sad scenes!

So sorrow turned into resentment, resentment burned into hatred, and a series of strange screams broke out in an instant!

Such a change was instantly detected by Mu Lan, and pointed towards the place where the strange sound was made: "What are you messing with over there?

Before he finished speaking, there was an instant tidal noise on the construction site, and all the homeless people who were working on it suddenly put down their work and shouted!

If it was easy to just shout, these homeless people were crying and rushing around, some grabbed the ground with their heads, and some simply ignored it, and grabbed the nearest person next to them and started fighting!

The Daoist soldier who was accompanying Mu Lan reacted the fastest, and bowed to Mu Lan: "Daoist, this situation is not right, it seems that there is a camp roar!"

(End of chapter)