The corpse under the armpit was pulling its head, the black night clothes were dripping with rain, and Yang Qing stood in the courtyard with a solemn expression, his arms loosened.

"Snap"

The corpse fell heavily into the courtyard, and the stagnant water on the ground splashed and merged into the stagnant water again with a 'bang'.

Hundreds of city defense soldiers wore soft armor, holding long red tasseled spears and aimed at Cheng Wanliang and a few people, and the centurion who led the city defense army, wearing silver thin iron armor, was in his thirties, eight feet tall, his body was thin and straight, his face was gloomy, and a handful of beard on his chin was covered with rain, frowning and looking at the corpse soaked in the stagnant water.

"Hold up!" said the centurion, grimly.

More than a dozen people scattered among the city defense troops surrounding Cheng Wanliang and a few people, turned their guns, moved quickly, and surrounded Yang Qing, who had not changed his complexion, in the center.

At this time, a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old city defense soldier with a narrow forehead and chin trotted over to the centurion, whispered a word in his ear, and his little eyes were aimed at Yang Qing from time to time.

This city defense soldier is the leader of the soldier who beat Bu Zhuang on the street, and he is the ten-captain of the city defense army.

The centurion's gloomy face changed slightly, he frowned and thought for a while, and said coldly, "The Son of Heaven is guilty of the same crime as the common people, and the law is merciless, press down!"

Hearing the centurion's words, the corners of the centurion's mouth curled up with a smile and he took the lead in approaching.

The "boom" thunder sounded again, and a dazzling white ravine crossed the sky, and the courtyard was bright.

In addition to the four dart masters who were barely standing on each other's feet, Cheng Wanliang and the other four dart masters who arrived after were all wounded, the wounds were not bandaged, and there was still blood spilling.

Yang Qing's expression was solemn, and he didn't look at the approaching soldiers, but said in a deep voice, "Brother Cheng, do you know this robber?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of approaching the spear next to him, he turned the body of the robber under his feet anyway, face up.

The raider's eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be about to stare out, his face was pale, his face was narrow, and a hideous scar lay across the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Wanliang has rich experience in walking darts, he has seen a lot of various scenes, although he is anxious, he is not flustered, he heard what Yang Qing said, he knew it in his heart, and looked at it with the thunder light that lit up from time to time, this look, a look of surprise crawled to his face, and then he shouted in surprise, "Scarmouth Tao Hong!"

As soon as Cheng Wanliang said this, the soldiers, including the centurion, all looked at the corpse known as 'Scarmouth Tao Hong'.

The centurion pushed away the soldiers who were surrounding Yang Qing, stepped forward in a few steps, leaned down to watch carefully, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "All retreat!"

"Whoa!"

The spear was withdrawn and ran to the side, and after a while, a hundred city defense soldiers stood in a crooked row, looking puzzled but not daring to ask.

Seeing the soldiers retreating, several dart masters couldn't help but feel relieved, and their bodies fell into the stagnant water, these four dart masters were seriously injured, and they were able to survive until this time before they fell, and they insisted on gritting their steel teeth.

Cheng Wanliang hurriedly instructed the dart master beside him to help the four fallen people to the inn to deal with their injuries, while he walked to Tao Hong's body and stood still.

The centurion stood up, the torrential rain hit the armor and 'crackled', and before he could speak, Cheng Wanliang took the lead and said, "It's raining heavily outside, why don't you go inside the house and talk about it?"

The centurion's gloomy face eased a lot, patted Cheng Wanliang's shoulder, and explained a few words to the hundred city defense soldiers, and ordered them to disperse to avoid the rain, and then, Yang Qing and the three came to Cheng Wanliang's guest room together.

The room of the Xiangyue Inn is not large, and the layout is simple, but it is better to shelter from the wind and rain. Several people were drenched in robes, sitting around the table, Cheng Wanliang poured a full teacup and handed it to the centurion and Yang Qing respectively.

The centurion frowned, didn't drink the teacup, and didn't know what to think, Yang Qing stared at the tea in a trance, and his right hand, which was holding his left arm, involuntarily reached out and pulled his lips.

"Tick, tick"

The room was dull, only the sound of water dripping on the floor, Cheng Wanliang was the oldest, the most mature, and the first to speak to break the peace.

The centurion's name is Peng Boyi, the centurion of the city defense army, and, once the outer disciple of the Imperial Wind Sect, had to join the army for some reason, with good cultivation, less than five years, climbed to the position of centurion, but it is difficult to promote the military position, there is no commendable merit, and gold and silver can only be exchanged for prevarication.

And Tao Hong is a wanted criminal, there are more than a dozen well-documented crimes, there are not 100 but 80 lives in his hands, several times he sent troops to encircle and suppress without results, he can only kill and arrest unknown minions, Tao Hong has come and gone without a trace, there is no fixed nest, there are no available clues, and the officials have been trying their best to conceal it and have not reported it to the imperial court.

Tonight, he was killed in the Crescent Moon Lake, which surprised Peng Boyi and was more fortunate that Tao Hong's body was found by the centurion next to him. He wants to take the credit for killing the wanted criminal.

Peng Boyi saw that Yang Qing, an outer disciple of the Imperial Wind Sect, was on the side, and he didn't dare to pick it out directly, and when he saw that Yang Qing was in a trance, he didn't interject, so he talked to Cheng Wanliang in a low voice.

Yang Qing was indifferent to the content of the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but think of the fragrant scene at the bottom of the lake and on the flower boat in his heart, and his heart couldn't help but be hot, and then he thought of Sun Xinyao who was waiting on Shuiling Peak, and a strong sense of guilt filled his chest, and the sound of a conversation with a low voice and a very fast speed in his ears sounded as annoying as a fly flapping its wings at this time.

Confessed to the two of them, and then turned around and returned to the room, Peng Boyi was not angry, Yang Qing just asked Tao Hong what he wanted, he didn't care about the gold and silver of the bounty, the merit that could make him take his military career to the next level was the most important.

Yang Qing's room is also a human number room, a pair of beds, a pair of tables, chairs and tea sets, the night rain is too heavy, the room is slightly damp, change out of the wet warrior suit on his body, sit cross-legged on the bed and enter the cultivation.

The night rain gradually decreased, and by ten midnight, the night sky had cleared, the crescent moon hung high, and the starlight was dotted, adding a bit of tranquility to the moon lake city where the lights were out.

"Bang, bang, bang" a dull knock on the door.

Yang Qing woke up from his cultivation, and he didn't know who came to call the door when it was slightly bright, turned over and got out of bed.

"Guest officer, there is a girl downstairs looking for you" As soon as the door was opened, a little second with a white scarf on his shoulder, with a cat on his waist, said with a smile.

Yang Qing's face was complicated, and he pondered for a while, and then walked down the stairs with Xiao Er.

"Guest officer, it's that girl" Xiao Er looked clear, pointed and left, happily touching the broken silver in his arms.

Yang Qing stood on the stairs, his expression returned to calm, and when he saw Ye Lingfei in a goose yellow dress, he showed his hand and kneaded the Jinpa in his hand, and stood at the door of the inn waiting with a cramped and restless expression, her beautiful eyes were slightly red, her eyes were dark shadows, and her snow-white embroidered shoes were stained with muddy water.

Ye Lingfei looked happy, pursed her lips and smiled, hiding the tiredness on her face, and walked to the stairs with a worried heart.

"Hey, isn't this an Oiran, how can you move this small inn, hey, this small waist, this ass is really warped" There were already many guests on the first floor of the inn eating all kinds of breakfast, and Ye Lingfei walked in and immediately caused whistles and teasing sounds.

Ye Lingfei's lips pursed lightly, her face was crimson and hidden, followed by deep helplessness, although she was an oiran, she was still a singer, and after that seemingly beautiful day, she was going to laugh and sell her body.

"This little girl, even if you are angry, it is so tempting, make a price, and the master will cover you for one night, haha" obscene laughter.

"Come, let the master touch it, have a good time, hehe" A middle-aged man with a roe deer mouse, smiled with silver in his mouth, saw the slender waist and straight buttocks, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stretched out his chapped palm and grabbed Ye Lingfei's plump chest.

Ye Lingfei stared at the staircase, how could she think that these diners would take advantage of some verbal advantages, and they actually stretched out their hands to be obscene. looked panicked, but the body was weak and could dodge, so he had to look at the staircase in a panic and ask for help, but there was still that tall figure at the staircase.

I can't help but be disheartened, "Do innocent bodies have to be defiled like this?"

"Click, click"

The sound of tooth-souring bones breaking!

"Puff, puff" The sound of breaking flesh and blood and cracking planks!

"Ahh

For a moment, the table top shattered, the dishes fell to the ground, and the sound of bones breaking and screaming mingled.

Ye Lingfei closed her eyes painfully, but the noise in her ears made her slowly open her eyes, and the scene in her eyes made her afraid and even more happy.

The middle-aged man with the roe head rat eye attacked the dry and cracked palm of her plump chest and abdomen, at this time, the bones were white, the tendons were pierced and the flesh was exposed, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks nailed the scrapped palm on the table, the middle-aged man still had an obscene expression, the whole face was twitched into a ball and I wanted to swallow it, and the whole body was lying on the table, and the tremor caused by the shouting would cause tearing pain.

Several other diners also wanted to take the opportunity to take advantage of the obscene palms, all of which were nailed into the table with bamboo chopsticks, the bones of the hands and faces were shattered, sharp bone residues, and bright red blood were lying all over the table.

Food, soup and porridge were scattered all over the floor, dishes were smashed into pieces, and the rest of the diners ran out of the inn screaming, and those who had the idea of flirting were glad that they had not succeeded in the moment, and finally they were beaten badly.

"You ......" Ye Lingfei looked at Yang Qing who was standing in front of her in a daze, with a calm expression, how could she have thought that this gentle-looking young man would be so ruthless, how to make a move She didn't see it clearly, but the bloody scene made people afraid.

The inexplicable anger in Yang Qing's heart gradually subsided, and Ye Lingfei, who didn't know what to say and looked afraid, maybe this violent side would make her retreat.

"You care about me, right" The big tears in Ye Lingfei's eyes fell, although her expression was flustered, but what was even stronger was joy, comfort, and hope. The man in front of her beat all the people who offended her for her.

Yang Qing's steady breathing stagnated, and then he held his left arm with his right hand, and hurriedly denied, "No!"

"I only have Xin Yao in my heart, and helping her is to see him pitiful!" Yang Qing muttered over and over again in his heart, as if he was persuading himself.

"You thug, I'm going to report to the official, I'm going to let you sit in the dungeon, I'm going to bankrupt you," the middle-aged man with a broken wrist bone and a pierced palm shouted sharply, interrupting the frozen conversation between the two.