"Red Flower Society?!" Wu Bian looked shocked, stood up suddenly, and drove the bookcase in front of him to shake, and the cup was poured. r?a?n?? ｅ ｎ `ｏ?ｒｇ

The Red Flower Society is a gang on the territory of Rongcheng, originally a ruffian gangster who is not on the stage, and has existed for a long time and is loosely organized. Later, the state of Chu captured Shu and urgently needed a large number of people to resume production, as well as to recruit people to build fortifications, which made the Red Flower Society, which was involved in underworld trafficking, begin to have development opportunities.

The displaced people who fled to Shu because of the war were abducted and sold in batches by the Red Flower Society under the pressure of hunger and cold. This kind of business even penetrated into the grassroots of the Chu army, and the trade of goods did not even use gold and silver, but in the name of broken and depreciated ordnance, which was directly used to exchange people with the Red Flower Society.

After several times of these profits, the power of the Red Flower Society has grown by leaps and bounds, and it is no longer a ruffian who is difficult to get to the stage, but an important member who has some merit in the army and has come and gone to the local government office.

Wu Bian is well aware of the inferiority of these underworld gangs, and wants to rectify them thoroughly, but he also understands that this matter is not easy, the Red Flower Society has a wide range of interests behind it, and if you don't die, you will suffer from it, and you must have a lethal blow, otherwise you can't act rashly.

But Wu Bian never thought that the Red Flower Society would choose to openly turn against him at this time, with Wu Bian's wisdom, he was already transparent in a thought, and he was unwilling to open the door to offer the city, and he was actually retaliated against in the blink of an eye.

"It seems that they must kill the old man!" Wu Bian sat down dejectedly, waved at the old servant, and said, "You quickly take your wife and them to escape." ”

"But, sir, you ......"

"Hurry up!" Wu Bian patted the bookcase, and there was little anger on his old face, so that the old servant quickly retreated.

Listening to the sound of the fight approaching, the soldiers patrolling in the courtyard couldn't stop the bandits of the Red Flower Society at all, Wu Bian kept thinking, and suddenly judged that the Red Flower Society had also snagged a few remnants of the bandits back then.

The half-hidden door was kicked open, and more than a dozen murderers with sharp knives stepped in, their clothes stained with blood, and the first one had a face full of flesh and a fierce face, a mouth full of black and yellow rotten teeth, and said with a foul stench:

"You're Wu Bian?"

Wu Bian tidied up his clothes a little, put a few files on the table, ignored the murderer in front of him, and calmly worked as if he was doing his daily office.

"Old man, are you deaf?" The fat-headed murderer took out the musket on his waist, and the gun rang out, the fire flashed, and a charred black bullet hole appeared in Wu Bian's hand, which shows the murderer's marksmanship.

But unlike ordinary people who shrank their hands to dodge, Wu Bian stopped for a while, casually took a towel from the basin next to him, wiped the tea that had just been shaken and flowed, and filtered the towel again.

The fat-headed murderer never expected the old man in front of him to have such a spirit, but he had a sense of fear for no reason, as if he was extremely weak and humble, and could only rely on the sharp blade in his hand to strengthen his courage.

This thought further stimulated the madness of the murderer, and the fat-headed murderer cursed, and the musket in his hand fired again.

The bullets that flew out of the chamber of the gun were scorching, hitting Wu Bian's back, and the distance between them was a stone's throw away, and there was no possibility of deviating from the murderer's marksmanship, just as the murderer imagined the situation of the old man being hit by the bullet, drenched in blood, rolling and wailing, the murderer couldn't help but grin.

However, his smile froze halfway through, because the scene in front of him made him unbelievable.

In the visual field of the naked eye, the musket bullet swirled in the air at a distance of a few feet behind Wu Bian, neither crashing into the iron wall and grinding into fine pieces, nor being suspended by the silk thread and shaking in the air, just like the bullet kept galloping, but could not get close to Wu Bian's body.

Even Wu Bian himself didn't expect that the moment he heard the gunshot, the towel tightened in his hand was almost torn by him, and it wasn't until he noticed that the talisman in his arms was faintly hot, and he didn't understand.

Reaching out and taking it out, the sword talisman was bright and self-generated, and then the sword light in the room was endless, and everyone hid their eyes and retreated.

Wu Bian only heard a few screams, and when he opened his eyes again, the sword light dissipated, and the corpses in front of him were messy and bleeding all over the ground.

Wu Bian immediately woke up to the fact that this was the talisman that Zun Shanzi left for himself before leaving, and now he was showing his might, it must have been expected by the immortal chief, and he would suffer this catastrophe.

After the sword light, the color of the talisman was dim, and it seemed that the effect was exhausted, Wu Bian did not dare to be careless, and carefully put away the talisman. As soon as he struggled out of the door of death, Wu Bian was unwilling to die at the hands of the villain, so he hurried to the backyard, wanting to escape temporarily and plan for the future.

However, when Wu Bian came to the backyard, he was dizzy by the strong smell of blood, and the old man leaned on the courtyard wall, stepped into the backyard, and saw the corpses stacked together, his legs were not moving, as if even his heart was also gray.

Wu Bian has not many families, is not good for women, only a wife and a son, the son is not outstanding, do some dredging of the river, hydrological work, the recent war, back to Rongcheng and accompany his parents, wife and children.

looked at the old wife who had been with him for half his life, who was protected by his son and daughter-in-law and fell in a pool of blood, his grandson was snatched away by the murderer, thrown into the corner of the wall and killed with a sharp weapon, and the loyal old servant and the kitchen lady who had followed him for many years......

Dozens of lives were as worthless as mustard and disappeared with the wind, while the murderer was still roaming in the courtyard, like a jackal, and finally smelled the smell of the living.

Seeing Wu Bian's figure, the bloodthirsty murderers approached with a smile and said, "Yo, isn't this Wu Taishou? Just now, the grass people missed and killed all the Taishou's family, I don't know what to do with it according to the law?"

The arrogant laughter hit the old man's ears, and the sorrow of wanting to cry without tears made the old man have no reaction. Seeing this, the bloodthirsty murderer also felt that the joke was boring, and the sharp blade was raised high and fell towards the old man's neck.

This head is very valuable, and the commander of the Qianchao army outside the city must also want to see it, right?

"If you are a scum, you can't die well!" "Thunder fell from the sky, and the wind blew all the murderers from the ground suddenly, and the wind blade instantly cut off the limbs and bones of the murderers, and then fell to the ground like a hammer, smashing them to the ground, embedding more than a dozen human figures between the bluestone floor tiles.

Yun Ji fell from the sky, with an angry face, swept his sleeves, and the bricks and stones on the ground surged, trapping all the murderers, only a few impacts, but they didn't let them die, but they also made the murderers suffer enough.

Ignoring the situation of the murderer, Yun Ji looked at Wu Bian, secretly said that it was not good, and cast a spell with his fingers, so that Wu Bian fell asleep, and did not let his mind be overly agitated, the scene in front of him was too heavy for a septuagenarian.

Looking at the bloody garden, Yun Ji sighed, heard the muffled thunder in the sky, the dark clouds gathered, the frost and snow fell, and the blood was dyed white in a blink of an eye, and then the snow was dyed red, and so on.

Later, there is history, in the late autumn of 1863 in the Kyushu calendar, the heavy snow fell suddenly, the army of the Qianzhao Dynasty approached Rongcheng, the officials and people of Rongcheng opened the city to greet each other, and Wu Bian was nowhere to be found.