The sword flashed, and the heads of the current Goryeo people flew up and then landed on the ground. The heads rolled, and the astonishment expression was still vivid.

Three Koreans beat Lei Hong up and were the first to be killed. The other two roared and shouted: "Don't leave the thief!"

But Jia Ping'an did not retreat but advanced.

The long sword swung continuously.

A Korean man was stabbed in a knife in his lower abdomen, and subconsciously covered his chest, and then the light of the knife flashed between his neck.

In the blood, the old madam who was completely intoxicated in this poem was singing loudly without realizing it.

"I was idle after Xinling drinking, take off my sword and slid my knees in front of me. I ate Zhu Hai with my roast and held a cup to persuade Hou Ying. I vomited three cups and said, but the five mountains were lighter."

The second Goryeo man's headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Wanbei only reacted at this moment and shouted: "Kill him!"

He had been watching the warriors under his command beat Bao Dong and Lei Hong up jokingly. Unexpectedly, the handsome young man actually drew his sword and took action, and the action was to behead him, which reminded him of the Jingguan he mentioned in that poem.

His last subordinate rushed over.

A majestic body blocked the front.

"After the eyes are blurred, the ears are hot, the spirit is so bright."

The Korean warrior roared and then fisted.

Li Jingye shouted: "Die!"

He punched without hesitation.

Bang!

The Goryeo Warrior just hit Li Jingye's shoulder with a punch. Before his strength was deep, he was knocked away by Li Jingye.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

The Korean warrior landed heavily in front of Yang Wanbei, smashing the wine and food on the table everywhere. His chest collapsed and he sprayed his mouth. It turned out that blood was mixed with unknown internal organs.

This punch actually killed him alive!

Under the lights, Li Jingye's long flying hair fell down.

On the other side, Jia Ping'an repeatedly used his swords, and the Goryeo warrior retreated frequently, and finally had no choice but to retreat, so he rushed over.

A knife light flashed.

The heads were flying and blood gushed.

Jia Ping'an stood there, pointing at the ground with his long knife obliquely, and the remaining blood on the blade slowly dripping...

"Save Zhao waving the golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of thousands of years were revealed to Daliang City."

Yang Wanbei looked pale and asked, "Who are you two?"

Li Jingye said in a deep voice: "Li Jingye!"

Jia Ping'an slowly put away his knife, raised his head and smiled, "Jia Ping'an."

Someone exclaimed, "The tiger of a hundred riders!"

Jia Ping'an nodded slightly and turned around and left.

Behind him, Li Jingye followed closely, while Bao Dong and Lei Hong had already walked from the side.

Then there was a turmoil.

The archers came and heard that it was Jia Ping'an's move, so they immediately asked someone to report to the official. As for them... they were not qualified to take charge.

After singing this poem, the madam discovered the tragic situation at the scene.

Yang Wanbei opened his mouth and scolded, but it was in the Korean language. Someone said, "It's a Korean!"

The scene suddenly became lively.

"Previously, they beat our people. Jia Zhanjun saw the injustice on the road, drew his sword to help and killed three people. The young man who accompanied him beat him to death, everyone..."

A middle-aged man with a literary appearance stood up, ignored the corpses and blood, and raised his glass and said, "The Goryeo people are domineering, Jia Zongjun takes action to kill them, is that wrong?"

"No mistake!"

Someone said, "But why are they all beheads?"

The literati said: "I didn't know this person's identity before. The poem he wrote contained the incident of Jingguan. Now I think that I was showing off the incident of beheading the former Sui soldiers and building them into Jingguan. Jia joined the army..."

He raised his glass and everyone raised his glasses.

"Well killed!"

Everyone drank it all in one go.

Someone shouted, "Who wrote that poem? Sing it heroically again. Yeah, there is some money, and I will continue tomorrow."

The madam was still confused until a friend told her about the matter and started crying.

"Why do you cry?"

The literati came over and said angrily: "That is Jia Zongjun's poem. You can sing it well so you can sing it quickly. I will bring my friends tomorrow. If you can't sing it well, I will smash the brothel."

The madam looked up and said, "It turned out to be Jia Zongjun. I cried because I missed Jia Zongjun... If I had known his identity, I...I..."

When the literati saw that there were tears hanging on her eyelashes, she was a little childish and smiled, "What are you going to do?"

The madam said, "I want to get him drunk!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The literati turned around, the madam clarified her emotions and started singing.

Everyone tapped the dishes with chopsticks and sang together.

"... Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles away. After that, I will leave, hide my name and name..."

Boiled.

At the gate of Pingkangfang, several soldiers smiled bitterly and said, "Jia joined the army, four people died of the Korean people over there. Why don't you... wait until the officials come before leaving?"

Jia Ping'an smiled, "Okay."

He didn't like to make things difficult for these people, so he dissuaded the angry Bao Dong and the others.

Later, Fang was coming in a hurry. After seeing Jia Ping'an, he saluted first and then ordered: "Open the door of Fang!"

A Fangshang said in embarrassment: "Fangzheng, Jia Zhanjun just killed four people."

"Open the door!" Fang Zheng cursed: "Yeah, can you not be able to call me?"

Several fangmen opened the door, Jia Ping'an went out first, and Fang Zheng's voice came from behind.

"Jia joined the army...majestic!"

Jia Ping'an's mouth slightly raised.

At first he only wanted to kill one person, but when he heard the Goryeo laugh at the former Sui soldiers, he changed his mind.

If Yang Wanbei hadn't been backing back at that time, he might have killed this guy.

On the long street, the cavalry of the Jinwu Guard came quickly.

"Stop!"

The cavalry approached and shouted, "Who?"

"Hundreds of horses Jia Ping'an."

The cavalry verified their identities, and some sniffed, "How could they smell the smell of blood?"

Jia Ping'an smiled and thought this person was born in the year of the dog.

He was walking in the wrong direction, and a cavalry asked, "Where is Jia Zhengjun?"

"Imperial City!"

Jia Ping'an and his group arrived outside the imperial city. The temperature was slightly lower at night, but they could bear it.

The news immediately entered the palace.

"His Majesty!"

Many ministers outside were free and easy, but Li Zhi was still reading the memorials.

Hearing this, he looked up, "What's the matter?"

Wang Zhongliang said: "Someone just reported that Yang Wanbei, the five members of the Goryeo delegation, went to a brothel in Pingkangfang. Later, Jia Ping'an and the three followed him..."

Li Zhi put down his memorial, picked up the water cup, and took a sip.

"The Goryeo people talked about the former Sui Jingguan, and then bumped into a hundred cavalry. The two sides fought. Jia Ping'an drew his sword and stepped forward and killed three people in a row. Then Li Jingye killed one with one punch."

After Wang Zhongliang finished speaking, he found that the emperor was very calm and couldn't help but feel particularly strange, so he turned around and took a look.

The eunuch standing outside the door came to report the news, looking at his nose and his heart at the moment, which was particularly different from the past. In the past, they were eager to report good news directly, rather than through Wang Zhongliang's soundtrack. This shows how this person judged the news...

——Bad news at the level of disaster.
To be continued...