"One-armed Taoist?"

Yang Yi saw that the person who came was dressed in Taoist clothes, about forty years old, with only one arm, the other empty robe sleeve tied around his waist, a slight beard under his chin, and his eyes were burning, and his face was shocked at this time.

Yang Yi smiled: "Are you dustless?"

After the Taoist came back to his senses, he ignored the bleeding of his palm, bent down and said, "It is dustless." ”

Yang Yidao: "What's the matter?

Wuchen said: "Yang Ye doesn't know, this Chen family has a lot of relationship with my helmsman, so when Lao Dao was sitting in Hangzhou, he also came to the Chen Mansion from time to time to take care of it. Speaking of this, Wuchen looked at Chen Jia'an, who fell to the ground, and sighed: "I didn't expect that Lao Dao was still late, and he still didn't save Second Master Chen's life." ”

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Are you really late, or are you deliberately late?"

Wuchen said hesitantly: "Deliberately or not, it's late anyway, the old man has the trust of the helmsman, and if he doesn't protect the second son, he will confess to the helmsman, but today I have to learn from Yang Ye's tricks." ”

In the original book, this Chen Jialuo's second brother is not a thing, knowing that the poetry and painting are getting along with Jin Zhong, he still forcibly occupied the body of the poetry and painting, and finally forced the poetry and painting to death, Jin Zhong held the body of the poetry and painting and cried for a long time, and also crashed to death on the stone lion in front of the mansion.

This matter was extremely miserable, and when Chen Jialuo heard about it, he said angrily: "I won't see him again in the future!" Instead, he asked the original maid to help him comb his big braids well before leaving the Chen Mansion.

When Yang Yi watched this description back then, he was extremely uncomfortable to watch, and felt that the fact that the second master of the Chen family did not kill was not enough to make the people angry, and the facts he did should be killed. Besides, this is only one of the things, how can a person with such a character have only such an evil deed?"

Seeing that Wuchen deliberately came late at this time, he knew that Wuchen couldn't get used to Chen Jia'an's ordinary behavior, because the face of the helmsman was not good, when Yang Yi killed people when he made a move, he didn't try much to stop it, otherwise he should have jumped out as early as Yang Yi entered the mansion.

Yang Yi had already discovered that he was following not far away, but he never appeared, and it was not until he killed Chen Jia'an here that Wuchen came with his sword.

Wuchen had no sword in his hand at this time, and after saying the words "Teach Yang Ye's high moves", he opened his feet and kicked Yang Yi alternately, and his two feet were like a big axe opening a mountain, and the wind was whistling, and the momentum was great.

Yang Yi smiled: "The leg is good, I really want it!" After taking a step back, the plum branch in his hand shook and said, "Lie down!"

A few plum blossoms broke away from the plum branches, flew out lightly, and suddenly stuck to several big holes on Wuchen's chest, "coo-dong", Wuchen's legs that were alternately kicking in the air suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground.

It wasn't until Wuchen fell to the ground at this time, and the people in the entire courtyard came back to their senses at this time, and exclaimed, "The Living Hades are here, run!"

A group of people bumped around like flies without their heads, and half of them ran away with a hula, and those who didn't run stood in the yard in a daze, all of them trembling with a look of fear on their faces.

Only a graceful and luxurious old woman was still calm, she trembled to Chen Jia'an, who was lying on the ground, and called softly: "Son, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Chen Jia'an didn't react, she bent down and reached out in front of his nose to probe his nose, and sighed, "Ah", "What...... Why is there no breath?" she pushed Chen Jia'an's body again, "Son, don't scare your mother!"

Chen Jia'an still didn't react.

The old woman's tears flowed down, she stood up, and stretched out her hand to Yang Yi, "You...... You madman, you killed my son?"

Yang Yi said: "The sanctimonious people should have been killed a long time ago." As long as your son is a human being, no one else is a human being? Whether your son should die or not, don't you know if you are a mother?"

The old woman's lips quivered a few times, her eyes rolled and she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this old woman fainting, the Wuchen Dao people couldn't help but be anxious, knowing that the reason why the helmsman of his family protected everyone in the Chen Mansion was because of this old woman, if this old woman had any three strengths and two shortcomings, he was afraid that he would really have to meet the helmsman without words. But at this time, he was stiff and couldn't move, but he was helpless. Fortunately, he could still speak, and shouted: "Yang Yi, the second son of the Chen family has done a lot of evil, and it is not a pity to die, but this matter has nothing to do with his family, people in the rivers and lakes will not be able to harm his wife and children, you must not hurt Mrs."

Yang Yi ignored the dustless Taoist and got up, "Is Yang a bully and a weak person? Why are you here alone today?

Wuchen kept his mouth shut.

Yang Yi didn't ask anymore.

The sleeve waved slightly, and a strong blow struck out, hitting Wuchen's chest, which had already solved Wuchen's acupoint.

Wuchen's body was shocked, he turned over, and said to Yang Yi: "Yang Ye made a big fuss in the capital, hanging corpses in the Beijing Gate, I thought the rumors were wrong, but now it seems that it is indeed true." He sighed: "It doesn't matter if Second Master Chen is dead, but Third Master is not at home at this time, and he is studying art in Tianshan, and when Yicheng returns, he will definitely find Your Excellency to theorize." ”

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Are you worried that I will kill him, or are you worried that he will kill me?"

Wuchen shook his head and said: "No matter how powerful his master is, he may not be much higher than our helmsman, no matter how smart the third son is, even if he has studied for ten years, how powerful can he be? ”

Yang Yi laughed a few times and was about to leave here.

Seeing that Yang Yi turned around to leave, Wuchen hurriedly said: "If the third prince looks for you to take revenge in the future, I hope that Yang Ye will open the net and spare his life." ”

Yang Yi said: "Let's talk about it later!"

Ignoring the dustlessness, he stepped out of the courtyard.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I found that Shihua and Jinzhong walked in together.

When the two saw Yang Yi, they were startled, and the poems and paintings were shocked, and said softly: "Yang Ye, are you leaving?"

Yang Yi smiled: "Since I killed the person I want to kill, what's the point of me staying here?"

Jin Zhong grew his mouth, "You killed the second master?"

"Uh-huh, what? You're not happy that I killed him?"

Yang Yi looked at Jin Zhong, "Are you so loyal as a slave?"

Jin Zhong's eyes turned red again, and then he began to cry, "The second son was raised by me since I was a child, and you actually killed him!" He howled and rushed towards Yang Yi, stretched out his arms, and made a gesture to hug Yang Yi, "Yang Yi, I'm not afraid of you! Don't go, I'll fight with you!"

"I want to avenge Childe!"

Yang Yi saw him behaving like this, even though he had experienced countless turmoil, he couldn't help but look stunned and unbelievable at this time, but he was only taken aback for a moment, and then came to his senses.

"It has been domesticated to this point!" Yang Yi was angry, funny, and even more sad, "I miss my Han family's son, who stood up to the sky and the earth back then, never waged his tail and begged for mercy, and would rather die than eat the food that came to him, what a style and bones! Why is it not as good as a dog now!"

kicked out, and Jin Zhong had already kicked a somersault, "Poor people really have something to hate!" (To be continued.) )