Wangji South Street, a long and narrow road across ox carts.

"Da Da Da Da", an ox cart sped over from a distance.

"Drive, drive!"

Two yaks dragged the cart, and a black-faced man sat on the frame, driving with a whip in his right hand. The high canopy, sandalwood carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, and small black flags are inserted in the four corners, and the flag shakes in mid-air.

Suddenly, the small door in front of the canopy, the black curtain opened, revealing a human head. Bundled hair, phoenix crown, eighteen or nineteen-year-old face, arrogant nose, arrogant eyes.

"Ryoji, hurry up again, it's going to be too late, this banquet is getting late. If you're late, you'll be punished for drinking, hurry, hurry. The young man dressed as an aristocrat said anxiously.

"Young master, but there are pedestrians on this road. If you are about to run into people, these passers-by will be—" The black man hesitated.

"Don't worry about it so much. Whatever he does, it's fine. Hurry up, I'll be in my pocket if something happens! If this is later than Big Erwen, it will inevitably make him proud again. Hmph! ”

"Yes, Childe. ”

As the black man spoke, the bullwhip was raised, and it was whipped on the back of the ox with a "snap"; the yak was in pain, and the flying hooves rushed forward.

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At the north end of South Street, a man and a woman, two unkempt little beggars are begging on the road. The boy held a wooden stick in his left hand and a notched clay bowl in his right hand, and the little female beggar, with a green brick in her hand, followed him.

"Poor pity, pity us!"

Two beggars begged in the middle of the road. Indifferent passers-by, cold eyes, and disdain and white eyes. Yet the two beggars smiled.

The female beggar may have felt that the bricks in her hand were too heavy, or she was tired of playing, so she threw the bricks on the left side of the road. At the place where the green bricks were lost, there was a thick layer of ash, and the green bricks fell, and the dust was raised.

"Uncle, have mercy on us. The male beggar glanced at the green bricks on the ground, then stopped a middle-aged passer-by in front of him, and a brighter smile appeared on his face.

"Go, go, go. Damn, it's so unlucky to walk from here every day, and meet you two little beggars, unlucky! Get out, get out, get out of here!" The middle-aged man scolded and walked away.

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Sure enough, amid the invective of countless passers-by, the two little beggars disappeared on the main road. The only trace of two beggars on the main road is the discarded green brick. Pedestrians were in a hurry, and in the end, no one remembered where this green brick came from, how it appeared on the side of the road, this downtown entrance.

The two beggars walked for a short time, and the number of people on both sides of the road gradually increased, and the hawkers with large bags and small bags arrived one after another, and began to grab the position of the intersection. Gradually, on both sides of the road, small stalls appeared.

Not far to the west of the bricks is a stall selling weapons, and the stall owner erects a wooden frame and inserts long knives, iron spears, sticks, long swords and other weapons. Behind the stalls selling weapons is the Miao Wu She, and from time to time people pour water from the upper floors on the streets where no one is around.

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"Drive, drive, drive", when the vendors on both sides of the road raised their voices, the cries kept going, and they were already talking to the passing customers about business, a black bullock cart sped by.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. ”

The black ox cart ignored the many pedestrians in the middle of the road, and its speed did not decrease at all. The big man who drove was even more arrogant and continued to raise the whip, the whip sounded, and the two yaks in front of the frame galloped.

In the distance, looking at the speeding ox carts, the pedestrians flashed to the side of the road, and at the same time, cursed incessantly.

"Damn bullock carts, damn it!"

"Curse you, the black car that can't die well. ”

"Damn, the owner of the car is not a human, he is a beast!"

"Dog, day, this is still not the street? Who dares to be so arrogant in the ox cart! It's better for me to fall down and fall apart!"

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Click-click!

The left wheel of the caravan rolled onto the green bricks discarded by the female beggar. When the green bricks were rolled and erected, a big gap suddenly appeared in the wooden wheel; the wooden wheel was blocked, and with a "bang" sound, it immediately flew off the ground.

At the rapid speed, the wooden wheel was spinning in the air, and the left wheel of the ox cart was stranded in the air, and the black car suddenly tilted; the yak galloped, and the wooden wheel on the left side rotated in the air, and half of the body was immediately suspended in the air.

The ox cart slanted to the right, and under the inertia, a man in a green shirt was suddenly thrown out of the ox cart, and his body continued to fly forward rapidly. With his head in front and his body behind, the man flew straight to the paving in front.

Ahead, there is a stall selling weapons.

The tip of the spear erected on the wooden frame happened to be aimed at the young man's throat.

"Not good!"

The young man in the green shirt was shocked. This person is in mid-air, so fast, there is no time to react, his body can't change direction, he is hit by the tip of the gun in the throat, and he can only die!

Without waiting to think about it, his heart sank into Yuantian, and his right hand suddenly stretched out in mid-air, and he immediately urged his true qi to slash down the tip of the spear on the wooden frame.

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A basin of cold water fell from the sky and happened to be splashed on the face of the young man in green shirt who was speeding in mid-air.

"Ah", my heart was shocked, and the true qi that had just gathered in Yuantian was immediately splashed away.

"N-uh!"

The sound of "no" suddenly turned into a wild howl, and everyone in astonishment looked at the place.

"Uh"; Blood spurted angrily, and the man's throat was pierced by the tip of the spear, and his breath was cut off.

"Click-dang, dang, dang"; the wooden frame is oblique, and the weapons inserted on it are scattered on the ground. The barrel of the gun was stuck diagonally in the neck of the man in Tsing Yi, and the corpse's stiff and straight body was diagonally oblique, forming a triangle with the ground.

The blood, along the top corner of the triangle, fell drop by drop, red and red, and splashed on the coarse cloth of the stall. The corpse sank incessantly, "pounced", and its throat pierced directly from the tip of the gun to the bottom of the barrel;

Be dumbfounded. All the passers-by and the stall owners were stunned by this scene.

The stall owner who placed the weapons was a middle-aged black and thin man in a homespun linen cloth, and at this time, his whole body was trembling; such a noble son of the Terran tribe who was riding in an ox cart died in front of his stall, or he crashed into the iron gun he sold, pierced his throat, and died so miserably from the tip of the gun to the bottom of the gun!

Dead, dead—— stunned, stall owner also stunned;

"Woo...... Stop...... Stop!" The ox cart in the distance was finally pulled by the black man and stopped in the middle of the road.

Ryoji jumped out of the car, his figure swayed, and with a single arrow step, the person flew to the weapon shop.

Stunned, he was also stunned.

Death! The servant drove the car to kill the young master, and he who waited for him was to die; according to the rules of the second head of Dongguo, he was killed with a rod - beaten to death. Although he has now entered the innate world, compared to the group of guards under Dong Guo Han, he is still just an ant;

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Dong Guo Jian is dead!

Accidentally.

No one thought that a blue brick on the ground would kill him. On the top of the blue brick slanted ox cart canopy, Dong Guojian fell out of the car door, coincidentally, hit the tip of the gun, a shot through the neck, and died tragically.

No one dared to move the corpse, and Ryoji knelt on the ground, bowing his head and weeping; this was not only crying for Dong Guo Jian, but also for himself, and he was crying for himself in advance! As long as someone from the Qingyang Cottage Dong Guo family came, he would have only one way to die. It's not that he doesn't want to abscond in fear of crime, but there is no possibility of escaping at all. There are easy cultivators in the Dongguo first series, who are good at the innate calculation of "Lianshan", and they can't escape the pursuit at all.

The stall owners selling weapons did not dare to move a step. As a civilian, cultivation is inherent, and in the eyes of the besieging city guards, there is not much difference from an ant. To flee is to fear the crime, to be a murderer, and ultimately to affect the family. When people reach middle age, businessmen, no one is stupid; What's more, this person hit the muzzle of the gun himself, and he can't be blamed.

In less than a moment, a team of town guards came to the Miao Wushe Pavilion, and the entire scene was immediately cordoned off.

"You, you, and you, you, no one is allowed to go, stand up for me. ”

"Say, Wang Bu, what the hell is going on?" the armor-clad guard asked the weapon stall owner with a stern face.

Liu Zhen, the leader of the Wei C sub-team in Wang Ji Town, is also very depressed now. This kind of thing doesn't happen sooner or later, but it happens when he is on duty, within his jurisdiction, and at the moment when Tianmen is about to come to Wang Ji to recruit disciples; headache, incomparably headache.

"Master Wu, it's really not about the villain. Here's how it happened—" Wang Bu didn't dare to add oil and vinegar, and told the truth what had happened. It's not that he doesn't want to shirk all the responsibility for this matter, but that so many people are here, all watching on the spot, as long as there is the slightest inappropriateness, he is suspected and has to die. Telling the truth is the best way to protect yourself.

"You mean, this son hit your gun by himself, and this gun was inserted in this weapon rack at that time?" Liu Zhen frowned, as Wang Ji's guard, how could he not know this "son", the son of Dong Guo Wei, the second master of Qingyang Cottage, the largest local bandit cottage, Dong Guo Jian;

"Yes. ”

"You mean, before this boy hit the tip of the gun, a basin of cold water was poured upstairs and splashed on this son's body?"

"Yes, Lady Yanagi. Wang Bu replied calmly. As an old stall owner who has been setting up a stall on Wangji South Street for ten years, where would he not know him, the head of the town guard?

"So coincidentally?"

"Lord Liu, this, I, I still can't believe it. However, this is the case. Believe me, ask all of you. ”

"Really?" said Liu Zhen, looking at the other stall owners beside him.

Everyone nodded, but no one spoke. At this very moment, at this time, no one wants to be targeted by this captain.

"Do you see from which floor the water is pouring from?"

"My lord, the little one was so surprised that I didn't see it clearly. ”

Wang Bu not only didn't see this clearly, but even if he saw it clearly, he could never say it. Which one of the people who can stay in the Miao Wushe Pavilion is not a person with a background? Tianmen is going to hold a gathering of apprentices in Wangji, and which one of the people staying in this Miao Wushe Pavilion is not the overlord of the surrounding 100 miles, or even the bandits of the Qingyang Cottage? For a peddler like him, this is no different from looking for death. - What's more, you don't see it clearly?

"Then you," Liu Zhen looked at the other merchants present again, "does anyone see clearly?"

No one answered. - Whoever says that he is unlucky, who says that he is being targeted by this captain;

No one is going to bring themselves on for bad luck.

Liu Zhen raised his head and looked helplessly at the nine-story red Miao Wushe Pavilion in front of him.