Pear blossoms were flying in the rain, and the fragrance filled the ground, but the sword was sharp. Fei Xiaojin was not careful, and a sword was already stuck on his shoulder.

There were no weapons in the yard, and farm tools were everywhere. He picked up hoes, sickles, and rakes, clanking them to fend off the enemy's attacks.

Even though he only had one eye, he could clearly see that there were about seven or eight attackers. While he was fighting, he shouted: "Brother, get up! Senior brother, get up!"

Yang Zhan turned a deaf ear and fell asleep.

Fei Xiaojin was locked in a hard fight while blocking the left and right, and was secretly anxious in his heart. These people were so agile that if Yang Zhan couldn't get up, he wouldn't be able to repel the incoming enemies.

Hei Niu heard the sound of fighting in the shed, let out a long "moo" cry, rushed out, and joined Fei Xiaojin's battle formation.

Yang Zhan is a competent cattle herder, and the cry of the black bull is his charge trumpet.

He opened his eyes, jumped up, flew out of the house, and quickly got on the back of the cow. Then he threw a handful of stones, and the masked attackers all fell to the ground with a groan.

Yang Zhan jumped up, got off the cow's back again, patted the cow's butt, and the black cow obediently returned to the cowshed.

Fei Xiaojin looked longingly at him, who had finished his work smoothly and neatly, but he didn't say anything. He left the prisoner here and turned back to his house to sleep.

On weekdays, when Yang Zhan was tending cattle, he always liked to throw mud and stones for fun, but he never expected to develop this good skill.

The acupuncture points of the attackers were all tapped, and Fei Xiaojin tied them up one by one and locked them in the woodshed.

After dawn, Zhu Pingxi and Liu Jiankuan walked into the small courtyard. The mess on the ground had not yet been cleaned up. Yang Zhan and Hei Niu had obviously gone to the fields to farm.

Xiao Jin told them about the attack last night, and then took them into the woodshed.

The woodshed is empty.

Xiao Jin ran to the edge of the field out of breath and asked: "Brother, where are the bad guys you caught last night?"

"Let it go, I don't have any food for them to eat!"

Xiao Jin was so angry that he threw rubbish at him. He didn't dodge, but the rubbish couldn't even get closer than three feet to him.

Seeing Kuan flattened his mouth, he took out the Chongtongguan slingshot from his robe sleeve, leaned down to pick up a stone, and also attacked him.

While plowing the field, Yang Zhan reached out to catch his stones, laughed, and threw them back empty-handed.

Jian Kuan also reached out to pick it up, but suddenly felt something bad, so he held it in his sleeves instead.

The brothers played for a while, and Xiao Jin and Jian Kuan returned to the small courtyard.

Pingxi was meditating under the pear tree. When he heard their footsteps, he said: "It seems that it is no secret that Yang Zhan lives here in seclusion. No matter who the attackers were last night, with the first batch, there will be

The second batch, the third batch. It’s not safe here, Yang Zhan must be persuaded to move back to Chongtongguan.”

Xiao Jin said: "Although I have just recovered from a serious illness and my martial arts have not yet recovered, the attacker last night must be a master. Think about it carefully, there are seven or eight masters under a warlord. There are no such people in the Shu Army and the Daxi Army.

.Looking at their moves, they look more like the Manchus I once fought against in Hanzhong."

Zhu Pingxi took a breath of air, "If they were Manchus, they must have come to explore the truth. If you don't tell me, I would have guessed that Yang Zhan must have let them go. This guy has forgotten everything and is a good person.

But I haven’t forgotten.”

Jian Kuan smiled and said: "If it is the Manchus, Brother Fool is right again. They have seen Yang Zhan alive with their own eyes and personally learned his unfathomable martial arts. They probably will not invade Shu again in a year or two."

After cleaning up the battlefield last night, they made a pot of tea and while waiting for Yang Zhan, discussed how to let him return to Chongtongguan to live.

Before Yang Zhan could finish work, Yuan Liaofan arrived.

"Abbot, please go back and have a look. Many people have come, including all kinds of people. They are all clamoring to see the King of Shu and the general."

Jian Kuan stood up and said goodbye to them, saying: "Senior Brother Shu King will stay here. I will go back and take a look first. From this point of view, this place is cleaner than Chongtong Temple."

…

Jian Kuan speculated on many possibilities on the way back to Chongtong Temple. What he never expected was that under the Zhennan tree at the gate of Chongtong Temple, it was more lively than the market. There were really everyone there.

In the center of the crowd, kneeling was a warlord tied up with five stripes.

That person is Li Tiaoxie, the "Ten Thousand Tombs".

Li Tiaoxie knelt up step by step from the stone steps at the foot of the mountain. His hands were cut behind his back and his knees were worn out. The group of soldiers following him were obviously his subordinates.

Liu Jiankuan walked past him in disgust, without even looking, and cursed: "Did you, a devil, come here to seek death? I don't want to dirty the Taoist temple, so get out of here as soon as possible!"

Li Tiaoxie wailed: "General Liu, help me. If you don't want to save me, at least let me see the general before you die!"

Someone spat on Li Tiaoxie and cursed: "The King of Hell who eats people without spitting out their bones! How many lives have you taken? Do you still have the nerve to call for help?"

Li Tiaoxie cried: "General Liu, it's clear that since the general's accident happened and you went to Guizhou, we have been in an isolated and helpless situation. Master Jingxin has always disliked me, and he neither gave me food nor weapons."

In that barren land in Jingyan, we will snatch this one today and that one tomorrow. The common people are not cultivating. How can we survive except eating dead bodies? By God, I dare to swear that what I eat does not belong to the common people.

Dead bodies, but on the battlefield..."

Liu Jiankuan had a sullen face and shouted: "Shut your stinky mouth! What is your intention in performing this show today?"

Li Tiaoxie said: "My brothers really can't live anymore, and neither can the people of Jingyan. Everything is my fault. Please punish me, General Liu, but you must

Save them!"

Liu Jiankuan saw that all of his men looked hungry and did not look like they had eaten too much human flesh in the legend, so he said: "Your punishment will naturally be inevitable, but I will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes first. It is the spring plowing season now.

Your people will go back and plow all the fields that have been laid waste by Jingyan, so as to appease the people and cultivate their health."

Li Tiaoxie sighed with a grimace: "If I still have rice seeds, I won't be in a state where I can't survive."

Liu Jiankuan scolded: "If I give you rice seeds, I'm afraid you will eat them. After half a month, send a few ox carts to pull the seedlings!"

Li Tiaoxie was overjoyed and kowtowed as if pounding garlic, "Thank you General Liu for surviving!"

A smart man under his command reminded him: "I'm afraid that if we grow food, soon someone will come to rob it, there will be a war, and the people will run away again."

Liu Jiankuan said coldly: "If you control yourselves and act according to the general's original request, who will come to rob you? Besides, this time you are farming under the order of the general. If anyone wants to fight with you, that is

Declare war on the general!"

His words were so resounding that the eyes of everyone present were blazing, and there was silence.

How long has it been since I heard such words of encouragement? Isn’t what the current chaotic Shu Kingdom lacks is the spirit, energy and spirit of the general?

"We want to see the general! We want to see the general..."

Looking at the noisy crowd, Liu Jiankuan's eyes were filled with tears. The people of Shu had the same expectations for Yang Zhan as they did not long ago.

If everyone knew that the general has become a fool, a fool who only knows how to herd cattle and farm besides practicing martial arts...
Chapter completed!