The man howled miserably, grabbed the spear shaft with one hand, and tried to chop it off with the knife in the other hand, but he didn't touch it before he could.

Zuo Liangyu turned the short spear in his hand and stirred in the big man's belly. The big man dropped the knife in severe pain, hugged the spear shaft tightly, and spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, which sprayed onto Zuo Liangyu's body.

Then the man lost all his strength and died.

At this time, Zhao Xiaolu screamed when he saw this scene, rushed forward, and cut off the knife-wielding arm of his unintentional opponent.

The man yelled heartbreakingly: "Brother, run!"

He had just finished speaking when Zhao Xiaolu's short knife had already pierced his throat.

The king rat wolf took advantage of the darkness and fled into the woods next to the canal, got into a bush, and hid.

Hiding behind a tree in another forest, Lin Da and Lin Er were silently watching the fight between six people and three people.

The two of them were heartbroken to see it!

They never expected that Zhao Xiong, who was riding on a big-flowered mule, would kill him first with one blow.

Moreover, it was over without even half a stick of incense, and the opponent was unscathed. The King Weasel lost 5 out of 6, and the King Weasel, the most skilled in martial arts, actually ran away timidly.

Moreover, they discovered that Zhao Xiong actually used crossbow arrows, which was strictly prohibited by the Kang Dynasty court. Unfortunately, even if they sued the officials, there was no evidence.

Lin Da and Lin Er looked at each other, and Lin Da said in a low voice: "We made a mistake this time. I didn't expect Xiong Ba to be more ruthless than his father. I will go back and tell him to come up with another countermeasure.

You go find the King Rat Wolf and kill him to avoid future troubles!"

Five corpses lay on the post road, and the heavy snow that fell within a quarter of an hour buried the blood flowing on the ground.

At this time, a boat was approaching quickly on the canal. The people on the boat were holding torches, shaking them and shouting:

"Zuotou, are you okay?"

Zuo Liangyu picked up a lantern on the bullock cart with a short gun, shook it and cursed: "You damn Ma Jinzhong, the old lady asked you to escort Master Ninth along the canal, where did you go!"

The patrol boat docked, and seven or eight people from Ma Jinzhong and his team rushed to the shore, holding torches and running towards the post road.

Ma Jinzhong was one of the five petty bosses in Lao Zhao Tong's former yamen. They saw two bullock carts parked on the post road, with several corpses crawling around them.

Ma Jinzhong stabbed the corpse next to him with his waist knife, then turned the corpse over with the knife, and held up the torch to take a closer look.

The corpse had a painful expression, but it could still be seen that he suddenly cursed:

"What's wrong, the Shachuan Gang doesn't want to be part of the gang anymore. This is a gangster named Dung Tuo who is a subordinate of Zhou Xiaoqi, the incense leader of the Shachuan Gang. Has the Shachuan Gang gotten involved too?"

Ma Jinzhong's men also started shouting at this time, shouting loudly:

"This is Qian Sanzhi's single sword with two brushes. Looking at the hole of the bullet, you can tell that it was stabbed in the left head. It is not unjust to die under the gun from the left head.

Wow, this is Feidao Liu, why was he shot to death by a crossbow..."

After Ma Jinzhong saw the five corpses, he handed the torch to his hand with a gloomy face, came to the big flower mule and whispered to Zhao Xiong who was using the crossbow.

"Master Jiu, are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine. You guys clean this up. You can take care of the two cows and the cart. I'm tired and the little donkey will lead the way!"

After saying that, Zhao Xiong climbed onto the big mule with no expression on his face. The big mule's hooves clicked rhythmically on the post road and disappeared into the night.

Zuo Liangyu was young after all, and he said excitedly like chatting with an acquaintance: "We were ambushed. Fortunately, Master Jiu is brave..."

However, Ma Jinzhong, who is nearly 50 years old, secretly complained in his heart that he should not be greedy for alcohol. This will make the old lady think of him in the future.

Only then did he know that Lao Zhaotong had eight daughters and one son, and the youngest son used to be a stick.

After three years of observing filial piety, how come you have turned into a different person when you grow up? The city is so deep!

The courtyard house of Lao Zhao's family is connected by a sand dam on the bank of the canal, more than 200 meters away from the post road.

A tall courtyard with three entrances, the word "Zhao Mansion" is written on the plaque on the door.

Zhao Xiaolu took the reins and came to the gate. He walked up to the door and banged it with the knocker, shouting directly.

"Master Ninth is back, Zhao Fu opens the door!"

When Zhao Fu, the concierge, heard the voice of Zhao Xiaolu, he quickly unbolted the door, opened the door, and let them in.

Zhao Xiong got off the mule, and Zhao Xiaolu led the way to the back room.

Along the way, Zhao Xiong admired this courtyard house

The traditional five-entry courtyard, inverted seats, hanging flower doors, hand-drawn verandahs and other traditional courtyard configurations are all available.

It seems that his cheap dad spent a lot of money on decoration of this courtyard house.

The outer courtyard opens from the north. There are six rooms on the left and right sides which are the dormitories of the servants. The servants are all on the Zhuangzi at this time.

Under the east wall is a carriage shed. A small door is opened in the wall and a few dozen meters away there is a small pier. Under the red lantern, there are several large red characters on the wall in front of the martial arts arena.

Against the wall to the west is a weapons rack with some swords, guns and sticks placed on it.

To the east, there are several sandbags hung from tall tree stumps, and dumbbells for arm strength training and barbells for weightlifting are placed on the ground.

There are parallel bars and horizontal bars made of walnut wood against the wall, and there are more than a dozen pieces of brand-new fitness equipment placed in the awning next to it.

If someone looks carefully, they will find that these fitness equipment are written in simplified Chinese as Huhua Fitness Equipment, as well as the address of the factory.

This was a month ago when he asked Zhao Xiaolu to return to the courtyard and build a fitness room for him according to his drawings.

Everything inside was transported by boat from Zhuangzi.

Zhao Xiaolu led Zhao Xiong to Lao Zhao Tong's former study room. He would spend the night in the study room to deal with it.

Tomorrow, his mother and eighth sister will return to Zhao Mansion by boat. In three days, it will be his father's red sun.

Entering the backyard, Mr. Zhao's study is antique, with a guqin hanging on the wall and a long square wooden table in the middle. The wooden table is from the gardens of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

In the previous life, this wooden table was probably worth less than 1 million.

There is a painting on the wall, which depicts a landscape. To the left of the painting is a row of bookshelves.

He randomly picked up a book and flipped through it. However, Zhao Xiong was semi-illiterate when he came from the Kang Dynasty. These books in traditional Chinese did not have punctuation, which looked really troublesome.

Zhao Xiaolu lit the brazier, and the temperature in the study gradually rose in less than a cup of tea.

Zhao Xiong, who was leaning on a stack of books, looked at the performance of this dynasty collected by his father.

It is written in the book that since the Manchu Qing Dynasty took over the Central Plains, China has been in chaos for thirty-six years. We, Dakang, launched an army to fight against it from Taizu Wu Sangui.

Wipe down Fujian and Guangdong, subjugate the eight Tibetan tribes, drive away the Hu king from the north, purge China, and restore our old territory of China.

Zhao Xiong spent most of an hour reading this book of more than 10,000 words and solved his doubts. That's it.

He flipped through the newspaper on the bedside again.

After all, Old Zhao Tong is a serious ninth-rank official, so of course he has the imperial court's official newspaper.
Chapter completed!