"Shaoxia, let's go quickly, don't want anything, let's go" Bu Zhuang shouted in pain, tears fell, the sadness that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was entangled with the entanglement at this time, and his arms were holding his mother's relatives like a demon.

Bu Zhuangniang struggled and scolded, "Let's go, you let him go, I'm going to chop him with my own hands" However, her body was thin, how could she break free of Bu Zhuang's strong arms, her withered yellow hair was scattered, and the anger in her eyes seemed to be about to erupt.

"Woo woo......" Bu Zhuang's little sister lay on Bu Yuanshuang's corpse, burying her head in pain, the original pungent surname made her unable to rise to hatred, in addition to sadness and helplessness, she also had deep guilt and self-blame.

Yang Qing was on the side of the truth, but at this time, he couldn't refute it, his mouth was long, and he was speechless. Who is at fault for all this, and the original unashamed mentality is flooded with layers of waves at this time.

The cries of sorrow, the sound of angry scolding and threats, converge in one place. "Murder pays for life...... "Mother, my father is already dead, don't make trouble......"

The dilapidated houses, the old and faded clothes, the helpless sobs, the angry screams, the dilemma wandering, all kinds of pictures are tangled in one place, and they attack Yang Qing who is hesitating.

It's right, why do you want to leave gold and silver to compensate, and leave calmly, who can stop you here. Will giving some gold and silver remove the sorrow and resentment of others?

"Hey!" There was no gap in his chest, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, took out the only remaining eighty taels of silver, and put it on the wooden eaves of the earthen kang, a heavy long sigh sounded, Yang Qing no longer hesitated, turned around and walked out.

"Murder pays for life!"

A group of villagers, men and women, gathered in the courtyard, holding all kinds of things in their hands, wooden sticks, axes, kitchen knives, hoes, sickles, waving in unison, and shouting angrily. Villagers kept coming in, all of them desperately trying to get justice.

The narrow courtyard is crowded with villagers, young and old, leaving no gaps and no way out.

Yang Qing stood at the door with a frown, pursing the corners of his mouth, anger lingering in his chest, but there was helplessness.

A thin old man in his sixties, with gray hair and wrinkles like furrows, walked out of the crowd with a smooth crooked neck cane, straightened his shirt without a trace of wrinkles, cleared his throat, and then pressed his hands down.

With the movement of the old man's hand, the angry villagers gradually stopped shouting, and after a while, they all stood silent, but a trace of greed flashed in their expressions of anger.

The old man was very satisfied with this scene, and his hoarse voice sounded, saying, "Killing people to pay for their lives, and repaying debts, this is a truth handed down from ancient times, and no one dares to break it! Whoever wants to do evil will have to strike five thunders in the sky."

Yang Qing casually closed the door and quietly looked at the old man in front of him, without saying a word, he stood with his hands in his hands and a calm expression.

The crooked neck cane in the old man's hand pointed the ground, and the old man's voice was raised and stern, "Young people must dare to act, if you leave like this, will you live in peace, don't you feel sorry, you are a beast."

The old man said in a loud voice, and the villagers were even more resentful, Yang Qing was still silent, this was a matter between him and the Bu family, and he wanted to see how the old man killed and paid for his life.

The old man attaches great importance to his appearance, and when he speaks, he tidies up his clothes several times, even the meticulously combed gray hair, and he touches it repeatedly, seeing Yang Qing's expression of not caring about himself, and his yellow skin is flushed, obviously angry and inexplicable, who is not obedient in this Sanligou, and when is he so disregarded.

The old man's hoarse voice was high, his gray beard trembled, and then he said indignantly: "Young man, don't be arrogant, you have killed people's lives but still arrogantly returned to demonstrate with your corpse, are you a no one in my Sanligou!

"First, go to Yuehu City with the orphans and widows of the Bu family to see the official, everything is up to the official master, if he decides that you are not guilty, the old man will kowtow and apologize, and send each other off" The old man's words are clear, and the grievances are clear.

The onlookers were heckling, some shouting loudly, 'Go to the official', and some were uncertain, staring at the old man's back suspiciously.

"The second is to pay for my life on the spot, kill myself or be beaten to death by the 100 villagers of Sanligou with sticks, in order to comfort the soul of my Yuan Shuang's eldest nephew in the sky"

A group of villagers were very excited by the old man's words, and the farm tools in their hands smashed 'clang', and the sound was terrifying.

"The third one, remember that you are young and easy to make mistakes, and have helped the Bu family with a little effort, you only need to keep some gold and silver to ensure that this family has no worries about food and clothing, and you can be let go, if not, the old man is desperate for his life, and he will not let you leave half a step"

The old man said righteously, and the villagers were driven to move, and a few of them squeezed to the front, as long as Yang Qing dared to say a word, he rushed forward, and the short axe in his hand would cut it into several sections.

Yang Qing pondered for a while, his expression was calm and he looked at the old man, and the old man raised his head and did not show weakness.

"How much gold and silver can be compensated, you can let me go" Yang Qing said lightly, as if he had compromised.

Before Yang Qing's words fell, a group of villagers burst into a noisy, their faces were humiliated and angry, and they shouted, 'You can spend some money to disregard people's lives, and there is no heavenly law' and the like, but only a few, some lamented and sighed, but Bu Yuanshuang is dead, the orphans and widows of the Bu family have some gold and silver to survive, etc., and the rest are noisy to discuss how much gold and silver should be needed to understand this matter.

"Ten taels, no! Twenty taels"

"At least fifty taels, one less copper plate damn it, Lao Tzu will abolish you"

"Look at your little bit of interest, a hundred taels of gold"

"10,000 taels! Damn, if you don't give it, you will go to the official, and you will be on death row for the rest of your life"......

The more some villagers shouted, the more excited they became, and even more were still muttering, "Damn, after dividing these gold and silver, Lao Tzu can eat and drink spicy food without working all his life, and you can still visit Yanyu Building every three or five days, hehe", followed by silver laughter.

"Damn, Bu Lian's girl looks so smart, she will be Lao Tzu's aunt, and then get some means to take all the money over, haha"

The calm on Yang Qing's face turned cold, the corners of his mouth raised a sneer, looking at the courtyard like a busy city like an outsider, the crying and scolding of Bu Zhuang's family in the house still did not stop, and several people stood by Bu Yuanshuang's corpse, deaf to the noise of the outside world.

"Shut up!" the old man crooked his neck and cane clicked, and shouted angrily, and his frowning old face was full of annoyance.

The old man's angry shouts were drowned out in the rising noise, and many villagers heard that something was wrong, and turned back in anger and shame, and left the courtyard in a sparse manner, and the noisy villagers wished that there were fewer people as much as possible, and the greed in their eyes became more and more obvious.

The old man's loud shouts sounded from time to time, but no one listened, and the situation that was finally created was disturbed by a sentence, of course, the old man's mind turned sharply, without further ado, he stepped forward and stood a foot away from Yang Qing.

"You can leave the gem that exudes green light, and then the old man will remember that you are young and wandering, and help you take care of the old and young of the Bu family," the old man said hurriedly, saying sympathetic.

"Old immortal, you won't live for a few days, and you can take care of the Bu family for a few days" Yang Qing sneered and shook his head.

"Pay back! Pay back!"

The dozens of villagers who stayed in the courtyard, both men and women, all looked at each other angrily when they saw the old man taking the lead, shouting in their mouths, and approaching step by step.

The old man's face froze, and he became even more anxious, and said with a dry smile, "The old man still has a son, he will definitely be asked to take care of him, bring the gem, and the old man will let you go."

"Old thing, you want to monopolize it" The villagers were even more angry, regardless of his usual prestige, they all opened their mouths to scold angrily.

"I'll take it" The sneer on the corner of Yang Qing's mouth was even stronger, but his tone was calm.

The old man's face was ecstatic, and the villagers rushed forward with their farm tools, wooden sticks and other weapons, lest the gold, silver and precious stones be monopolized.

"Kill him, the gold and silver are ours" I don't know who shouted, which immediately caused a strong response, "yes, what the fucking price, it's all ours to kill him"

The sneer on the corner of Yang Qing's mouth spread to his heart, and his right hand gently wiped his chest, and the long stick that was as black as ink and had natural lines appeared in his hand silently.

"Boom!" ......

Yang Qing was dressed in a clean black suit, the waist was like a cloak and the half of the skirt swayed in the wind, the three-inch-long messy hair made the angular face look sloppy, and only the bright eyes made others think that this tall and well-proportioned young man was not ordinary.

Yang Qing walked on the wide and dry official road, breathed a long sigh of relief, and sighed in his heart, "I finally found the right way", at this time he realized that going to Dangyunjiang is not a simple walk, not to mention all kinds of emergencies, but these twists and turns and forks of the road are very difficult to find.

In more than ten days, Yang Qing got lost more than ten times, which is equivalent to wasting time and failing to hurry.

Self-deprecating whimsical can easily reach the Dangyun River, but in fact, due to the obstacles of rivers, mountains and forests, it is less than 3,000 miles away from the Luoguo branch of the Dangyun River, and it is not sure how far it will be to detour, or if it is not lost.

didn't dwell on it for long, although he chose to go to Dangyunjiang in a moment of recklessness and impulse, but since he did it, he would stubbornly not give up.

The summer solstice is approaching, the noon day is still very spicy, all kinds of pedestrians on the official road are sweating profusely, take out the water on the waist and drink it 'coo', the straw hat shakes the fan, and curses the poisonous head in the mouth.

Yang Qing was not in the mood to chat and chat, what happened in Sanligou was clearly visible, those villagers wanted to use the Bu family as an excuse to extort money, how could he be obedient, and finally forced to pick up the long stick and beat it with full strength, a sunken dirt pit suddenly appeared in the courtyard, the soil flew, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and when he looked at it, it was even bigger than the iron pot used for cooking, and the villagers who wanted to kill him were all scared stupid.

Holding back the killing intent in his heart, he walked out with a long stick and no flames, how could the villagers have the arrogance just now, and unconsciously gave way to a way, lowered their heads and trembled and let Yang Qing leave slowly.

At this time, his heart was still depressed, if he hadn't pretended to be a chivalrous warrior, how could he have reached this thankless point, if he hadn't brought Bu Yuanshuang's corpse back, the situation would have been reversed, Yang Qing secretly mocked that his brain was turning slowly.

Thinking of the results of the cultivation in the past ten days, it made the depressed heart a little irritable, "Soul Control Technique" is difficult to get started, not to mention, even "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles" He is puzzled, which fails to describe how to break through to the Purple Mansion Realm, Yang Qing stuck to the realm.

To open up the Purple Mansion to tear the dantian, he tried a few times, only to come with a sharp pain, the dantian was not damaged at all, and he was even more worried about damaging the innate vitality, and there was no place to cry at that time, the six styles of the Purple Mansion Realm in "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles" were puzzled, and Yang Qing secretly felt that his thoughts about cultivation were already confused.

Trapped in the demon cave for nearly two months, the joy of escaping from the ascension to heaven was all dissipated by the impact of this suffocation and irritability.

"Da Da ......"

Behind him, there was the sound of several horses galloping hooves hitting the ground, Yang Qing dodged to the side of the road to avoid it, and looked sideways at the horse team behind him that disturbed the dust.

The team consisted of more than a dozen flaming horses, surrounded by two carriages full of tin boxes and a carriage with a curtain to shield the passengers, and these flaming red horses were not ordinary horses, but were named Flame Bluemane Horses, and except for the cyan mane, the rest of the parts were covered with flame-like hair.

Although the Flame Bluemane Horse is not as good as the Redbeard Horse Divine Horse and its extraordinary intelligence, it is also a precious and abnormal, only one horse costs a hundred taels of silver, and it is not a purebred.

The two leading horses sat a middle-aged man with bare arms, looking tired but strong. The bandages wrapped around their upper bodies were still oozing blood, and the next few people were all slightly or seriously injured, and some were unconscious on horseback, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The long flag branded with the four big red characters of 'Xingyuan Dart Bureau' had dried blood stains, fluttering in the wind, and the blood stains splashed everywhere on the carriage were indescribably tragic.