At this time, Heizi was lying straight on the ground. There was a large circular gash on his left chest. The blood had been washed away by the rain. He was motionless and had no energy left.

Bai Zi's mouth was bleeding from the corner, and his left arm was covered with knife wounds, which were densely covered and bleeding.

The scarred horseman Wei Qing, who was only ten feet away from the opposite side, was half-kneeling with a silver sickle in his hand. He was not dead. His blood-covered hands were holding the sickle and were shaking slightly. The man seemed to have a major wound between his eyebrows, as if he had been struck by lightning.

More than average.

Bai Ziyu looked at the scarred man in front of him. He didn't look decadent after his companion died, but he was more energetic anyway.

The roar of thunder that happened just now was caused by Bai Zi's coir raincoat guest.

A thunderbolt as thick as a stick fell from the sky and landed directly on the palm of Bai Zi's coir raincoat guest.

"Another thunderbolt from my palm?" Bai Zi's coir raincoat guest said in a calm voice.

Wei Qing, the scarred man, was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he would lose his strong vitality, so he just nodded, and the energy in his body leaked to the extreme, and the water droplets stopped at this moment.

The scarred man stood up with difficulty, using himself as a guide, holding a sickle to draw a semicircle, and a storm of energy suddenly overtook the thunder.

There was no brilliant explosion, only the squeaking sound of snakes spinning their silk.

After a few breaths.

The scarred man Wei Qing fell back, the energy storm collapsed, and the remaining thunderbolt had not dissipated. He was severely whipped from the top of the sky to the soles of his feet.

The scarred man fell to the ground suddenly, vomiting blood from his mouth, and breathed his last breath.

Bai Ziweiyi waved his hand and hit the thunder in his palm, still calmly saying:

"You can endure it. I told you to stop as long as you can withstand this palm thunder. I have stopped. Next time it won't be two people. It's best if you stay alive. You have good swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Zi's coir raincoat guest walked straight into the darkness.

Only then did Wei Qing, the man with the scar, remove the knife. His energy was restrained, and he crawled forward slowly, dragging his blood-covered body, his eyes always staring at the courtyard door, which was very close at hand.

The scarred man knocked on the door with his remaining strength and then passed out.

I vaguely heard Uncle Yang's cursing voice coming from inside the courtyard gate, thinking that he would be yelling loudly when he opened the door. As soon as he opened the courtyard door, he was so frightened that he almost trembled. Without saying a word, he quickly picked up the 180-pound man with a scar on his back.

The strong man walked towards the back room.

Uncle Yang picked up two bottles of elixirs from the box, one for oral administration and one for external application of Shixiang Ruanjing Powder, which can stop bleeding and reduce blood clots.

After Uncle Yang gave the scarred man oral and external application, he flipped the scarred man's eyelids with his right hand to confirm that the man was still alive, then sat down on the wicker chair, his left hand shaking uncontrollably.

It must have been due to some kind of sequelae, but then I remembered that I had forgotten something, so I quickly walked into the side room and took out a cigarette stick. It turned out that I was addicted to smoking.

The first one to be woken up was the eldest son, Yang Shengzi. This damn old man was doing something in the back room, disturbing people's dreams and committing a heinous crime.

Yang Shengzi put on the folded clothes and walked into the inner room. He saw a man with scars lying on the ground. His clothes were covered in blood, and even the earth and stone floor were stained with red marks.

His dead old father was lying on a wicker chair, smoking a cigarette, taking a few puffs, and blowing out a few smoke rings from time to time.

Yang Shengzi slapped his forehead.

Uncle Yang didn't answer, he just looked up at the sky without blinking.

Yang Shengzi looked at his dead ghost father's appearance and stopped questioning him. His father was responsible for this big thing. If he doesn't die, we will live with him forever.

Yang Shengzi turned around and went to the side room, wondering why his younger brother hadn't gotten up yet. Yang Shengzi, who turned around and entered the room, quickly stopped and leaned against the earth wall, watching his younger brother Yang Shengxian scribbling in the textbook seriously.

Yang Shengxian did not raise his head, but just thought to himself and said:

"This is a school meeting that only happens once a year. I have prepared a question called "Speculation. On Ancient and Modern Times." I want to impress the lecturer and convince the students."

Yang Shengxian put down the pen in his hand, gently covered the pen holder, and said in an orderly manner: "On the subject of the Chu court being beaten to death by 180 sects and immortal sects thirty years ago, why did no one play drums to redress the injustice?"

Yang Shengxian's eyes were shining, his aura was restrained, and he looked like a king.

Yang Shengzi first shouted "Okay" and then frowned.

Before Yang Shengxian went out, he threw this sentence to his brother:

"When the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. As long as our father doesn't die, I will always be the one who resists the tower and his son runs away."

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Yang Shengzi went out to finish yesterday's affairs. He carried a pole and approached the neighbor's house, thinking it would be better to say hello.

The widow Huaijia walked out of the door and saw that the person coming was Yang Shengzi. She walked into the house with a smile and took out a cake.

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Yang Shengzi felt a little warmer in his heart.

Yang Shengzi followed his gaze and saw a broken ancient sword hanging on the door lintel. It was said that the complete ancient sword was three feet and seven inches long, but the tip of the sword and the blade were cut off in half, making the sword three feet long.

In the blink of an eye, the widow Huaijia held the cake in her hand and stuffed it into Yang Shengzi's pocket, and quietly put it in front of her ear:

"Don't let your brother eat it secretly, only you can eat it."

Yang Shengzi had no choice but to agree repeatedly.

The widow Huaijia just covered her mouth after hearing this, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Yang Shengzi left and went to Uncle Chen's house.

As soon as he arrived at Uncle Chen's house, he climbed up to the wall of the courtyard gate and shouted:

"Uncle Chen, your home has been robbed. Someone come and catch the thief quickly!"

An old man hurriedly ran out of the courtyard. When he saw it was you, the little bastard, he took off his cloth shoes, held them in his hand and was about to start fighting.

Upon seeing this, Yang Shengzi immediately begged for mercy and pointed to the earthen bowl in the basket under the courtyard gate. The old man gave up.

The old man Chen Bo nodded and snored away after a while, suddenly saying something.

"From now on, Qingwa Town will rely on you to control the situation."

Yang Shengzi only thought that the old man was talking in his sleep after he was asleep.

Yang Shengzi left straight away, walked to the downstairs of the red archway, and climbed up the stairs.

When we got upstairs, we met the Madam of the Red Archway and sweetly called Sister Shang.

Sister Shang gently pointed at the food on the table with her slender hand, indicating that you should eat yours and I want to take a nap.

Yang Shengzi is always willing to accept food, but while eating, he will secretly glance at the beauties next to him wherever he can see, which is a good thing. After all, the poor young man is too angry and can't control it.

Yang Shengzi looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. After suppressing the evil fire, he formally looked at the beautiful old bustard in front of him.

What is amazing is that the brothel madam, Sister Shang, has a pair of beautiful yin and yang eyes. The yin eye is dull and dull, and the yang eye is bright and shiny. If you look carefully, you can see that there are traces of lavender silver light swimming in both eyes.

For Yang Shengzi, an abacus master, there is a lot of knowledge here.

Even if this woman is not an imperial concubine, she is still a concubine destined to be rich and noble. However, how this kind of wealthy woman came to the brothel is a mystery.

Yang Shengzi was bored, stretched out his hand and leaned against the second floor window, and just looked at Qingwa Town Street quietly.

Yang Shengzi's pupils suddenly dilated rapidly, something serious had happened!

Outside the city wall of Qingwa Town, I saw a mighty cavalry crowd marching towards Qingwa Town, with the sound of horse hooves everywhere and countless mud dust gradually rising up.

Countless Huangshan birds and animals are fleeing for safety, while the people on horseback each hold a flagpole with patterns painted on it.

First, a piece of peace edict flew up out of thin air and hung on the top of the city.

"Suppress the bandits! All 200 households in Qingwa Town will surrender on the same day. They will all be escorted to the Taiping Taoist Temple to await trial. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed in three days!"

Another piece of paper, the Immortal Alliance Assembly Order, flew out of thin air and hung on another city.

"Suppress the bandits! All 200 households in Chaqingwa Town will surrender on the same day. They will all be escorted to the Xianmeng Dojo immediately. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed in three days!"

The two golden letters of the imperial edict were like thunder from the sky!

Yang Shengzi clenched his fists, frowned, and looked solemn as never before. He hurriedly took out his small abacus, and his fingers were like silver stones crossing the river.

Sister Shang, who appeared next to me at some unknown time, just glanced at the city wall and said with a smile:

"With your little ability, you still want to do math. You can't avoid disasters, and you can't escape blessings. When it comes to arithmetic, it goes against the will of heaven. Do you really want to die that much?"

Yang Shengzi was speechless after hearing this.

"Are many people going to die?"

"What do you think, young master? How about the slave family and the young master tonight..." The brothel madam, who didn't know how serious the matter was, was still teasing Yang Shanzi, and even hooked her finger at him.

"What about you, will you go to that dojo to await trial?" Yang Shanzi ignored him and asked casually.

"As for people, it is always right to live rather than die, but it cannot be too absolute. Some people are willing to live, and some are willing to die." Sister Madam Shang's beautiful eyes flickered.

Yang Shengzi is clear.

"Hey, I have a favor for you. If you are lucky enough to go out, please take me to find the descendants of Shangde. If the old bustard of Qingwa Town is no longer here, please remember their mission." The old bustard twisted a hair and gently said

Blow at the corner of your mouth.

"must!"

Just after the edict was read out, a mighty cavalry with high-waisted horses slowly approached the city wall.

At the same time, all the people in Qingwa Town, including farmers and kiln workers, put on brocade cotton robes with special patterns painted on them, and gathered within ten miles from the city gate.
To be continued...