Bai Yun walked slowly on the mountain road, not fast, but very steady, and did not disturb Song Qingshu at all to close his eyes and deduce martial arts. However, no matter how slow it goes, it is also a horse. Always go faster than people.

The white-haired meteor strode behind the white clouds, without any effort, and a group of bitter bandit minions could only trot to keep up. For a time, many bandits were sweating and complaining.

Before they could help but run, their hands were tied to hemp rope and strung together. Whoever doesn't run will be dragged to the ground and pulled away, tsk, that taste, life is better than death! If a group of people don't run, hehe, the white-haired uncle will definitely let them experience the taste of being dragged on the ground more painful than being dragged on the ground.

Fortunately, this group of thieves goes up and down the mountain every day, and they have long been accustomed to walking mountain roads. Although it is miserable, it can still persevere. In this way, in the leisurely self-satisfaction of the white clouds, in the deduction of martial arts in Song Qingshu, in the striding meteors of the white hair, and in the bitterness of the bandits, a group of people finally came to the bottom of the mountain.

Qingyun Town, a small town under Qingyun Mountain, is a very ordinary town. Such small towns can be found everywhere in the land of China, but today, this town seems to be quite lively.

Song Qingshu sat on the back of Bai Yun, and Bai Mao pulled a group of thieves to stand quietly in front of the town gate of Qingyun Town. Countless townspeople looked at this group of obviously extraordinary people and beasts with a frightened, flickering gaze! From time to time, they pointed at the bound bandits, revealing resentful glances, and it was clear that they recognized the identity of the bandits.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, glanced around, and said lightly: "Who is the clan elder here, come to see me." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd of onlookers, no one spoke, and a young man could be seen running towards the town. Presumably to inform the clan elders. The clan elder is the manager of the town and the patriarch of the extended family. In feudal society, the level of management of the imperial court was only at the county level.

The so-called officials do not go down to the county, this is the reason. In this kind of town, it is usually a large family that lives together, and the elders here are more useful than the county lords. This is still the case in the prosperous era, and even more so in this troubled era when the rule at the grassroots level of the imperial court has basically collapsed.

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and continued to deduce martial arts. He knew that in this world, martial arts was fundamental, and he wanted to accumulate immeasurable luck, achieve the supreme destiny, and return to the next generation. First of all, you must have a smart martial arts to support, and even your own safety cannot be guaranteed, so how can you talk about anything else?

Therefore, he used all the time to deduce martial arts. There is a time limit for the cultivation of internal strength, and it is not up to speed, but martial arts does not, and it takes countless time to deduce and test the advantages of other martial arts into Wudang swordsmanship!

After a while, the crowd parted ways, and an old man in his fifties walked out. The old man glanced at everyone, slowly came to Song Qingshu, and said carefully: "The little old man is the clan elder here, I don't know what the chivalrous man has to say when he comes to the town, please explain." ”

Song Qingshu looked at the clan elder and said lightly: "The clan elder is your surname?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, don't have your surname He!" the clan elder hurriedly said modestly.

"It turned out to be Uncle He, since you are the elder of this town, I don't know if you know these people. Ignoring Old Master He's self-humility, Song Qingshu pointed to the thief behind him and said.

Old Master He glanced at the bandits, with a look of resentment in his eyes, but then disappeared and said, "Naturally, these people are the heroes on Qingyun Mountain!"

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth hooked up a smile, this is so interesting, he knows that these people are thieves, but he says that he is a hero. It seems that he is afraid of offending the bandits and being settled by the autumn. However, it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and it is not easy for these small people to survive in this troubled world, so it is nothing to do so.

He was too lazy to sell it again, so he dealt with it quickly, and it was only right to continue on the road. Then he said: "I am Wudang Song Qingshu, this group of people is the bandits on Qingyun Mountain, their big boss has been killed by me, and the only remaining bandits on the mountain are here." I wanted to kill them all, but I thought that indiscriminate killing would hurt the peace.

So I came here, this is the nearest town at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. Come to think of it, I am also deeply affected by these bandits on weekdays, and I know the actions of each of them well. Now you can name and point out the most heinous of those who are in it, and I will kill them on the spot.

And for those who do not sin unto death, I will let them go. Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and for those who have not done much evil, we still have to give them the opportunity to mend their ways. Okay, these people are here now, and you can identify them. ”

This is the method that Song Qingshu came up with along the way, the first evil is eliminated, and these little minions are identified by the villagers, and what to do is decided according to the severity of the plot.

He knew that there was no guarantee that it would be the right outcome, but it was the best he could think of. In the end, he is a man from modern times, a man with a conscience and good thoughts.

Once, he thought that he could do anything to go back, even if it was to destroy this world. But this is not a game, looking at the lives that were killed by himself one by one, he had to admit that he couldn't do it.

He couldn't accept being so easily stripped of the lives of his own kind, even to get back. Call him hypocrisy, call him self-deception, he needs a reason to convince himself that he is doing the right thing.

The onlookers were in turmoil, and Uncle He was also a little confused. What Song Qingshu did really subverted their outlook on life and values for many years. Is there such a thing in this world?

It's not that they haven't seen a knight, but they haven't seen such a knight. Those chivalrous men kill thieves and robbers, to put it bluntly, just to make a name for themselves.

And the knights kill which bandit and which robber is completely up to their own temperament. Many times, maybe a moment ago, this chivalrous man was still chasing and killing bandits. The next moment, it was said that this thief was righteous and amazing, and he was really a good man, and then the two became friends and became close friends.

But they didn't think at all that no matter how righteous and arrogant the bandit was, he was still a bandit, after all, he was the one who investigated the people and harmed the villagers, otherwise what would they eat and drink?

Of course, perhaps in the eyes of these knights, there has never been a small people. They don't need to think about the feelings of the small people, they just need to follow their temperament, and even sometimes, they do more to the small people than the bandits.

He Laozhang called the thieves the heroes on Qingyun Mountain at the beginning, and he was not wrong. In his psyche, there is no essential difference between a hero and a thief, just two names for the same thing.

But today he was really surprised, is there still a chivalrous man in this world who really cares about the feelings of the people? Or is this a new type of way to make a name for himself? But even if it is a new way to make a name, it is better to put on a show than those who don't even bother to do a show! Old man He thought silently.

Song Qingshu looked at the commotion of the crowd, smiled slightly, turned over and dismounted, and said: "Don't doubt it, what I said is true, if everyone thinks that these bandits are guilty, then I will kill them all!

Song Qingshu pulled one from the bandits and pushed it in front of everyone. This was the fourth time he had done this, and he had plenty of experience to teach him what to do.

Of course, he should be more grateful for the experience of the court in later generations, there are rich cases to teach him how to deal with this situation, although his understanding is only superficial, but it is enough.

The bandit who was pulled out was obviously frightened, and looked at the townspeople who surrounded him, trembling all over, and tried to put on a fierce expression to intimidate the townspeople, but he really couldn't do it, and he could only show a pleading look on his face.

Song Qingshu looked at the townspeople's eager expressions, but with some hesitant expressions, knowing that things were only the last fire. Glancing through the crowd, he saw a townsman staring at the bandit with bitter hatred in his eyes, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed at the townsman and said, "You! That's right, it's you!"

"I ...... I" Which townsman was a little at a loss, and with Song Qingshu's fingers, the crowd parted a road, revealing the townsman.

"You say, he deserves to die!" Song Qingshu said lightly.

"He, he, he deserves to die! He deserves to die! There is no more deserving person in this world than him, and he killed my father and ruined my sister!" the townsman hesitated, but then his conviction was strengthened by the bitter hatred that surged in his heart, and he roared wildly.

"Did he kill your father and spoil your sister?" Song Qingshu said lightly.

"That's right, it's him, I know him even if he turns to ashes!" said the townsman through gritted teeth.

"Okay, then he deserves to die!" Song Qingshu waved his long sword, and before the thief could let out a scream, he flew out with the head of the Six Yangs, and a pillar of blood gushed out from his neck.

The bloody scene silenced the scene, and even the townsman, who was close to madness, froze, his face stunned as he watched the blood gush out.

Song Qingshu looked at the cool scene and smiled slightly, he was not worried, his previous experience had already told him that this was just a short silence before madness.

Sure enough, as the bandits were killed, many of the townsfolk finally reacted, their eyes began to grow redder, and their expressions began to become agitated and crazy.

"Good kill!" a cry came from the crowd, and in an instant, as if a fuse had been lit, countless voices began to respond.

"Well killed, well killed!"

......

There is no need for Song Qingshu to worry about the next thing, history has taught us that once the enthusiasm of the people is ignited, their explosive energy is enough to destroy the world!

All he needed to do was pull the bandits over one after another, identify them to the townspeople, and slay them again and again with a swing of his sword. Until all the bandits were killed, not a single one remained.

Song Qingshu was not surprised, he had long known that the Dao would be the result, in this kind of atmosphere, how could there be bandits who were let go? The townspeople who were carried away by hatred and anger would only think of killing all the bandits, how could they think of the virtue of a good life in heaven?

But what, the townspeople need the death of the bandits to vent the pain in their hearts, and Song Qingshu needs the identification of the townspeople to give him a reason why he is not killing innocents.

Both sides take what they need, and Song Qingshu faintly hopes for this, because only in this way can he maximize his interests and plunder as much luck as possible!

As for whether the bandits were wronged or not, who cares? At least Song Qingshu doesn't care at all.

The matter of Qingyun Mountain was quickly forgotten by Song Qingshu, and he refused the courteous retention of the townspeople, and he embarked on the journey again. He also has to rush to Wudang Mountain, and he also has to clean up the next bandit stronghold.

It's just that at this time, he was confused by the white thread on the top of his head, what are these things?