Then I thought about it again, and before leaving the inn, Liu San'er remembered a sentence that the fourth senior brother often said, "In the mundane world, as long as there is enough gold and silver, there is nothing that cannot be done." ”

When the master is too busy to take care of himself, the act of betrayal will not be punished. When the sacrifice is a handlebar style that has just entered the industry, a foreigner who does not know the whereabouts, no one will blame, just like I have never heard anyone accuse Shen Wang's murderer of being wrong!

Liu San'er didn't want to make trouble for himself, he could bear to be indifferent to watching the tragedy happen, but his master treated him well no matter what, he had to do something. Thinking of all the things in the previous book, a desire to do things for Tianxing came spontaneously, and he wanted to get rid of the villains who robbed the owner and killed people.

That martial artist is in his forties, he is very white, and he looks like his kung fu is not bad, but Liu San'er, who has practiced the nameless sword spectrum, is full of confidence at the moment, especially when he killed the thin insect repellent who practiced the sixth layer of qi, he felt that his swordsmanship still had a lot of room for improvement, and even the cultivators could be killed, let alone ordinary people.

If these two people or three people, including Lao Confucian, don't do it on the road, Liu San'er won't make a provocation first, betray the master, kill people and rob money, it's useless to just talk about it, and it is easy to deal with it if you catch it on the spot.

The sky is blue and daylight, although the traffic on the road is like a dragon and there are constantly pedestrians, no matter how rampant and ferocious the gangsters are expected to come, they dare not do it, it is not that he thinks too much, two or three people are innocent, and then look at the two young people with their eyes closed, but the old Confucian is a little anxious, and constantly urges the car brother to hurry up.

The body swayed violently in the high-speed gallop, and the sleepy worm of the little Confucian was driven away by more than half.

"Little brother, be careful, don't let the car fall apart!" said the martial artist as if jokingly.

"Don't worry about it. Little Confucius yawned and said, "The car fell apart, and it was him, not us, who was unlucky." ”

Liu San'er looked at the sky, estimated the speed and distance, and concluded that if it wasn't for the current speed, it would be difficult to get to the city before dark.

"Don't be idle, it's stuffy in the car, eat some. The old Confucian opened the bag of food and distributed it to everyone, and even Liu San'er, an outsider, also had a copy, which made people even more alarming.

"Okay, eat. Little Confucius jumped up.

When the food was distributed to Liu San'er, he was handed to the car boy on the grounds that he had no appetite. But the rules of the car dealership, only eat your own food and water on the handlebar-style road, and the driver brother gave things to the old Confucian student.

The little brother who drove the car knew that there was a problem with the food? Liu San'er kept thinking about this problem. Assuming that there is no problem with the old Confucian student, although the food is born by the old Confucian student, it may not necessarily be bought by the old Confucian or taken care of the whole process before getting on the bus, so there is a possibility of being poisoned. But the old Confucian is the uncle of the little Confucian student, no matter how much the little Confucian is not even recognized by his own uncle, right? But just now when he didn't eat the food and handed it to the little brother who was driving the car, the little Confucian was obviously a little surprised or dissatisfied. The little brother who drove the car coped decently, but isn't it too much to deal with it so calmly when he got out of the car for the first time, could it be that the little brother who drove the car also has a connection with the little Confucian martial artist?

The carriage galloped, approaching Cai Guojing little by little.

Glancing at Xiao Confucius, Liu San'er couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw that he didn't look nervous and urgent at all. This man didn't intend to do anything on the road, and he still didn't mean to betray the lord at all.

At this time, the driver pulled the reins of the horse and slowed down the car.

The three passengers, who were well fed and drunk, were all aware of it.

The old Confucian poked out his head and looked at it and said, "Little brother, let's go to Wangzhuang." ”

There is a tax card not far ahead, and in order to evade taxes, most people will choose to take a detour when they have a tax card. It is inevitable that people like the old Confucian and the little Confucian choose to take a detour, and they have so much gold and silver beads on their bodies, of course, they hope to save some trouble, not to mention that the tax card in front of them seems to have been set up by the officers of the garrison from the banner, and they have always been known for their extortion and ruthlessness.

"Huh!"

The chariot boy reined in his horse.

"Fuck!"

Xiao Confucian and Wushi scolded at the same time.

The intersection leading to Wangcun Road was blocked by a pile of rocks, and a notice was posted on a wooden stake next to it: tax evaders will be punished for the crime of disturbing the water and land puja and confiscate all their personal property.

After a glance, there were not many people on the road, and the old Confucian took the lead in jumping out of the car and running to the pile of rocks and said, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Except for the little brother who drove the car and left it in the carriage, even Liu San'er stepped forward pretending to be very hard to carry the stones.

After a while, the intersection was cleared.

Shouting at the horse, the chauffeur drove the carriage across the intersection.

The four of them blocked the intersection with the same diligence.

"Mother's! no one wants to pick up a bargain!" said the martial artist hatefully.

In a word, the mentality of Liu San'er and the four of them is exhausted, and they are tired and half dead to clear the way out, and they can't let others pick up the ready-made, so they would rather be affected again.

"Let's go!" said the old Confucian who jumped into the car.

In the countries of the mundane world, the struggle between tax evasion and anti-tax evasion has always been very fierce, and Liu San'er not only encountered a pile of stones blocking the road when he was working in the accounting office of the dart bureau before, but also encountered a brick wall and a mobile tax card.

Compared with the collapse of the brick wall, the mobile tax card makes people who are lucky enough to be restrained, and obediently pay a heavy price.

It's just that the probability of the appearance of the mobile tax card is not too high, because there are no people on the small road in Wangcun, and the road is narrow. But what's more, the tax collectors with eyes and beads stopped the passers-by of the rivers and lakes who killed people without blinking, and even cultivators. Imagine, if the tax collector stops the people in the world, he may be able to get things done by lying in bed for half a month with a heavy punch and a flying leg, but once he stops the people in the underworld of the rivers and lakes, he will often lose his life, and it may be even worse to stop the cultivators, especially the cultivators above the middle stage of Qi cultivation. And it is said that in today's mundane world, the style of people in the white road is becoming more and more in line with the underworld, and there seem to be signs of popularity in killing a few tyrannical tax collectors.

A few days ago, on the way to Liu San'er by boat, he heard that three ruffians pretended to be tax collectors to collect taxes on the ground of Jingshi, and their heads were cut off and hung on a nearby tree, and the reason why the three people were killed was written in blood with their clothes together.

The silver of white flowers, which ordinary people don't love, but when they want to change their lives, anyone will think about it.

Wangcun Road is a road that tests the handlebar level, but it is a bit incredible that the driver can barely walk when he gets out of the car for the first time. It may be that there are no female dependents in the car, and the chauffeur brother has fewer scruples, walks less cautiously, releases the reins of the horse, and lets the horse move forward.

The three people in the car, except for Liu San'er, looked around nervously, they obviously had a lot of experience in tax evasion, and they didn't think that everything would be fine if they took the road.

Looking at the sky, Liu San'er estimated that if there were no problems on the road, he could just rush to the city gate to pay taxes and enter the city before dark, and he prepared the silver.

Jingshi Liu San has been here a few times, but he has come as an ordinary person, so he has a little understanding of the situation inside and outside. The tax at the gate of the city is unavoidable no matter what, and ordinary people will not escape, anyway, it is a fixed tax, and there is no inspection of vehicles and goods. It is said that a particularly shrewd person will go through the secret gate after dark, in which case, as long as you honor the officers who defend the castle, you can enter the castle with about half of the gate tax, of course. Limited to a few deep-related roles.

Although Shen Wang died, but the brand of Shen's car dealership and the filial piety of real money, presumably even if it was dark and walked through the back door, the military fathers who shouted three drinks and four majestic will all become smiling grandsons.

After walking through the most rugged road, and turning a bend in front of him is a flat and spacious road, Liu San'er's heart is finally a little relaxed, thinking that maybe he will really pass this tax card.

"Boom!"

The violent concussion left all five people in disarray.

Almost fell out of the car, Liu San'er looked at it urgently, and then became angry and scolded: "My day!"

Somebody dug a big hole in the road and covered it with branches and dirt, making a standard trap.

Half of the right side of the carriage was caught in a trap, and it happened to be stuck.

"Damn!" the martial artist yelled as he got out of the carriage.

Could it be that the martial artist and the little Confucian made it themselves, Liu San'er raised his vigilance for a moment, could it be that they were going to collude with outsiders to do something here?

"Who? Don't move!"

With two loud shouts, two figures appeared from around the corner.

Liu San'er was so flexible that he borrowed the right wheel to get close to the martial artist, preventing him from suddenly hurting people. At this moment, he is almost certain that Xiao Confucian colluded with outsiders to rob money and kill people, and I am afraid that he will not even let go of his own uncle.

The expression on the face of the little Confucian was calm and unnatural.

"Damn, tax collector!" said the martial artist.

"Enough damage!" the old Confucian grunted and jumped out of the car.

On the opposite side were two fierce tax collectors with swords, dressed in waist tags and weapons, all of whom identified themselves.

It was the tax collector who dug a pit to intercept the tax evasion, so as to extort the bamboo and the bamboo lever, Liu San'er was vigilant and began to re-evaluate the little Confucian and martial artists, and felt that it might be half and half.

"You are so bold, dare to evade taxes!" The round-faced tax collector approached, raised the knife in his hand, and said viciously, "Come back to the card with me!"

"Destroy the wealth and destroy it!" the martial artist said calmly.

The money was originally going to be sent out by Liu San'er, but the little brother who was driving the car didn't say it, how could Liu San'er take the initiative to step forward at this time?

"Two masters, two masters..." the old Confucian greeted him and motioned for the little Confucian to come up as well.

The little Confucian sensitive, and while taking out the silver from his pocket, he made it up.

Liu San'er squatted down next to the little brother who was driving the carriage and checked whether there was any damage to the carriage.

"How is it, little brother, can you pull it out?" the martial artist also came over to ask, just in time to pass by the little Confucian student.

"Thankfully, it's all good. Flatten the front hurdle and pad two more stones..."The driver brother gestured.

Yes...

The miserable cry of the little Confucian student.

What?

Liu San'er was shocked and realized that she had made a fatal mistake. Real tax collectors will never dig holes, because their purpose is only for money, and they never want to force people to go to extremes.

Yes...

Xiao Rusheng's face was twisted in pain, and his body turned upside down towards Liu San'er.

With a flick of his legs, Liu San'er stepped back, for fear that the little Confucian would deceive him. His concern is not unreasonable, Xiao Rusheng's previous suspicion is too great.

"Plop!"

The body of the little Confucian fell to the ground, with a sharp dagger stuck in his back.

"Hey, hey..."The martial artist grinned behind Xiao Rusheng.

Liu San'er glanced around, and the error in judgment made him regret a little whether his original decision was correct, and now he wants to make a move?

Little Confucius fell in a pool of blood, and there was no breath left.

The old Confucian fell to the ground head-on, there was no blood on his body, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, he should have been hit in the chest by a palm.

The round-faced tax collector held a knife, and the high-nosed tax collector showed off as if he was moving his palm, and outflanked Liu San'er. The martial artist went to deal with the car driver.

Occupied by complete remorse and self-blame, Liu San'er couldn't forgive himself for making such a low-level mistake, which led to the undeserved death of a precious human life that seemed to be wronged, and the other was also in danger.

The trap is very cleverly designed! The road is blocked by piles of rocks and wooden stakes to give psychological hints to the fake tax collectors; the selfishness of people is exploited to open the road and block the road again to prevent further people from coming; the big pit traps the carriage to attract the chariot boy; according to the practice of bribery, the martial artist takes the initiative to avoid it and creates an opportunity for everyone to disperse so that he can kill him with one blow; the fierce expression and armed threat when the fake tax collector appears, which strengthens the sense of reality and makes it difficult for people to be suspicious.

Everything was calculated, everything was executed according to the plan! But unfortunately, Liu San did not step forward together in their plan. Although he is a cultivator of the third level of Qi cultivation, but because of the cultivation of the Nameless Sword Spectrum before, his confidence has already exploded, and his wooden sword is waiting to drink blood, and he himself does not know when he started.

Holding a wooden sword, Liu San'er looked coldly at the two tax collectors in front of him, without any expression in his eyes.

The round-faced tax collector paid attention to Liu San'er, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, such a terrifying and terrifying person, he quietly made a gesture, signaling that he was preparing to deal with the martial artist who was driving the car.

"Brother, the well water does not interfere with the river water!" The martial artist didn't know why the round-faced tax collector was wary of Liu San'er, but he believed in his eyesight, and said while approaching slowly: "Brother, people are not ants, everyone is alive!" These money are all from the Shen family's car to squeeze others, and it is not hard money. And he was actually not killed by his wife's lover at all, but offended the national teacher of the dynasty, so he lost his life, the two slaves of the Shen family couldn't save anyone with money, and the younger one actually wanted to share it with us equally behind the old one, which was not qualified at all, so it was better to let us live a good life if we divided it. ”

"Yes, we don't want to offend people, those two must be killed!" The high-nosed tax man cooperated: "It's you, brother, as long as you don't see anything, we can share your share." ”

"At least a thousand taels!" the round-faced tax collector smiled all over his face: "This is money that ordinary people can't save in three lifetimes!"

The ghost believes that the simplest truth is not known to Liu San'er! He thought that when he was a national teacher of the dynasty, he was the old man's junior brother, his uncle Zhu Wen.

A master of the eighth layer of Qi training, it is said that even the old man is not an opponent in his fighting technique. However, compared to the fighting method, this uncle is more famous in Cai Guo for his lust, as long as it is a woman he likes, regardless of marriage or family age, he will do everything possible to get it, and the people in the Jingshi area have long been complained about his prostitution. But the old man has been turning a blind eye to this matter, and no one dares to mention it.

It is said that Zhu Wen once beat the idea of a passing Zhuji senior, and was injured by a sword from the Zhuji senior, which has since intensified. It can be seen that Zhu Wense is as bold as the sky.

As the uncle of the Great Zhou Sect of Cai Guoshi, Zhu Wen, the power is amazing. He used the various high-end fireworks places in the capital as residences, and many adults in the imperial court regarded them as his subordinates.

Several times he came to Beijing, Liu San'er would pour a bunch of new atrocities into Zhu Wen's ears. Zeng was very indignant and thought, what so many Tsing Yi patrols have gone, why does the old man not care about it as the head of the house, why does such a person with pus on his head and sores under his feet become a national teacher, and no one has come to clean him up!

Self-deception and taking everyone's words as rumors, Liu San'er tried his best not to care about his outside affairs, however, there was always a shadow in his heart.

"Brother Tai, think about it!" the martial artist's outflanking was pulled.

"That's right, why bother everyone to kill each other!" The high-nosed tax man hinted at the round-faced tax man, buying time, and later making changes.

Liu San'er thought the same, no matter what happened to the little brother who was driving the car, he didn't want to see the little brother die again.