The middle-aged man took the martial arts scripture thrown by Yang Yi, he was curious, but it was inconvenient to watch it at this time, so he just said: "I will preach it for Yang Ye about the matter of killing the full order, but how many people will be tempted by this, but my brother can't guarantee it." ”

Yang Yi laughed and said: "It's easy to talk about this matter, wait for me to kill him for a while, and I guarantee that there will be more and more people who are tempted!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Yang Ye is now powerful in the world, even if you don't kill people, who doesn't know how powerful you are?"

Yang Yi looked at the middle-aged man and said curiously: "Your kung fu is not very weak in this world, you are definitely not a nameless, what do you call it?"

The middle-aged man saw that he said that he was "not very weak", and the implication was that he was still very weak, and he was a little unconvinced, but thinking of the big things Yang Yi had done during this time, all of them were earth-shattering, and he really couldn't do it, and saw that the hand he just showed was extremely like a trick, and it seemed that Yang Yi's skills were "not very weak" in the past, but after all, he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, and it was not easy to attack.

With a smile on his face, he said to Yang Yi: "In the following Tailai, since we heard about Yang Ye's reputation, our chief helmsman has let the brothers in the club pay attention to it, and has always wanted to make a friend like you. ”

"It turned out to be Fourth Master Wen, no wonder he is so heroic, he doesn't lose to Hu Yidao and his wife!"

Yang Yidao: "In the entire Red Flower Club, you are the number one person, and the rest is not enough!"

When Wen Tailai didn't know how to answer, Yang Yi had already found a horse from nearby, turned over and rode up, and said to Wen Tailai: "Fourth Master Wen, there will be a period later!"

Wen Tailai said: "Where does Yang Ye want to go?"

Yang Yi smiled: "I want to see how many people in this world are not slaves!"

The horse's hooves flew over, and the voice came from afar, "Fourth Master Wen, I see that you are all right there, but this braid on your head is extremely unpleasant, you should cut it when you are free!"

Wen Tailai wanted to chat with Yang Yi for a few words, but Yang Yi didn't pay attention to him at all, crossed the horse, and walked away.

At this time, the red sun is falling in the west, the remnant sun is like blood, the cold wind is blowing, and the face is scraped like a knife.

Wen Tai looked at the shattered corpses on the ground, and a chill welled up in his heart, "So many people died!

Thinking of what Yang Yi said just now, "You are good anywhere, but this braid on your head is not pleasing to the eye", I felt a lot of bad taste, I pulled the braid in front of my eyes and looked at it, it was thick and big, black and bright, and people who were not vigorous in blood could not have this big braid, and chatted with others, and many people praised his braid, and often said: "Master Wen's braid is so oily!"

He listened to it, but he did not feel disgusted.

But thinking of Yang Yi's golden crown and bundled hair, jade belt wrapped around his waist, and the appearance of a nobleman of the previous dynasty, compared to his own head shaved horse cover, his bare forehead, and only a big braid appeared, but he was more than a hundred times more chic.

At this time, when he saw the braid in his hand again, he couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart, and thought: "He looks down on me! People dare to walk the world swaggering in front of the court, and naturally look down on those who have money rat tails!"

He was ashamed, and then thought about it, "How can a big husband act just by looking at the appearance of his dress? I am now enduring the humiliation and burden, and after I have done great things, I will overthrow the rule of the Qing dog, and it will not be too late to restore the clothes of my Han family when the time comes!"

He thought so, but he always felt that he was a little self-deceived, far less clean and refreshing than Yang Yi.

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A few days later, inside the city of Beijing.

The cold winter moon is approaching Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the Qianqing Palace, in the Jinluan Palace.

Emperor Qianlong sat on the dragon chair, his face gloomy, and looked at the civil and military ministers below, "You say, how should this matter be handled?"

The civil and military officials below looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

Qianlong slapped the armrest of the dragon chair suddenly, and his voice revealed great anger and fear, "I think that I am in Kyoto, the best place, but I was actually broken into the general's mansion by a strong man in broad daylight, killed people to keep his name, and hung the corpse above the city gate, and no one dared to take it from the defenders of the city, what use do I want you?"

From time to time, the commander and the gentry of the nine gates knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, that thief has a high level of kung fu, and there are accomplices who have joined forces to commit crimes, otherwise how could he have killed more than 3,000 soldiers of my nine gates in one night?

Qianlong was furious, "Everyone is dead, what is the use of being able to restrain it?" He gasped, his face was pale, his face was full of regret, sadness, shock, and so on, and he said loudly: "Heshen! I will give you the position of dictatorship, close the nine gates, the capital of Dasuo, and all personnel will not be allowed to enter and exit for three days, and those who violate it will be killed!"

Not only was Qianlong so angry, but the civil and military officials of the two factions below were also in turmoil, and the six gods had no master.

Just because what happened today is too big, the general Fukangan was killed into the mansion by a single sword in the early morning, and all the generals in the mansion were killed, and finally it was swaggering to carry the screaming Fukangan on the street until he walked to the city gate, attracting the people to watch.

It wasn't until the thieves nailed Fukangan to the city wall seven or eight feet high with a spear that the onlookers scattered in a hurry, screaming and fleeing.

And Fukangan was nailed to death behind the city wall, and the officers and soldiers defending the city did not move at all, until someone went to the Yamen of the Beijing Division to report the matter, and the gentry did not learn.

By the time the gentry reported the matter to Qianlong, it was already early afternoon.

At this time, all the officials had heard about it, and everyone was frightened.

Qianlong took a deep breath and looked at the ministers: "Everyone, you have all seen it! The thieves are so rampant, treating hundreds of millions of people in the Qing Dynasty as nothing, wantonly humiliating, and even killing my senior members of the court in broad daylight, today it is Fukangan, who will it be tomorrow?

He looked at the gentleman who was kneeling on the ground and asked, "Tell me carefully, what is going on?"

Since Qianlong heard that Fukangan was killed, he was angry and convened a hundred officials to discuss the matter, and did not ask in detail.

The gentleman kowtowed and said: "After this morning, the slave had just returned to the house, and a yamen messenger came to report that someone had been nailed to the city wall near the south gate. It's just that this person's position is too high, and the slave can't see it clearly, so he wants to ask the guard at the gate, but he never thought that all the hundreds of sergeants were killed. ”

Speaking of this, the gentry looked frightened, "Your Majesty, the scene was really terrifying, these guards were all separated from their corpses, blood was everywhere, and the scene was terrible! Even though Weichen was bold, he was almost stunned. ”

Qianlong said: "You continue. ”

And the gentleman said: "Yes!"

The slave knew that it was not good, so he quickly ordered someone to find a ladder to take down the corpse of the person on the wall, and was ready to see who it was and then report to the emperor. How do you know that as soon as the people below reached the halfway point of the city wall, they were secretly beaten down by someone and died. I sent a few servants to rein in, but they were all beaten down, and in the end, the slave was also beaten, but fortunately, the slave had a big life, but he just cut off his braids!"

Talking to the gentleman, he took off his hat.

Everyone looked and saw that his braid had broken from the roots, leaving only a small section as long as a fist at the back of his head.

He Gentry looked afraid, "The slave didn't dare to stay at the city gate for a long time, and after getting something at the scene, he rushed back to the city, and then encountered another wave of reporting officials, only to know that something happened in the mansion of Lord Fukangan, and as soon as the two compartments were combined, they felt that there was no doubt that Lord Fu was on the city wall." ”

Qianlong asked, "You said you got something at the city gate, what is it?"

He Shen took out a brass token from his bosom and said, "This is the token." ”

Qianlong said: "Hu Sheng, show it to me!"

The eunuch Hu Sheng stepped off the stage, took the bronze medal from the hand of the gentry, and presented it to Qianlong, "Your Majesty, look. ”

Qianlong took the brass token in his hand and looked at it, only to see a bronze medal engraved with the word "kill", and there was no decoration other than that.

He flipped through the bronze medal and asked, "What is this?"

He Shen hesitated and said: "This ......"

Seeing that he was spitting and spitting, Qianlong didn't seem to dare to say the name of this thing, his face was even more gloomy, and he said, "It's okay for you to just say it!"

He stammered: "Kill...... Kill ......"

Qianlong asked, "Kill, kill what?"

And the gentleman said: "Kill the full order!"

With a "bang", the bronze medal was thrown out by Qianlong suddenly, hitting the door of the gentleman. (To be continued.) )