"One of the three officials?"

Hearing Yang Xian talk about the position of the Three Dukes, Hu Lingquan shook his head and said, "How can I have this ability? It is already a matter of undesirable for me to save my life in troubled times. If I can save some people by the way, it would be a waste of my official position."

He looked at Yang Xian, "Master Yang, I am a man who has no ambitions and likes money the most. I want to be ranked among the third minister. I am afraid that the entire country's money will be brought into my own vault."

He laughed and said, "If I were in a high position, I would probably die sooner or later on greed."

He laughed a few times and suddenly sighed: "No one has ever died since ancient times. In fact, it is not impossible to die once with a vigorous sensation!"

Yang Xian said: "No, it's better to do a big fight than to protect the corpse when you are old!"

He raised his wine glass and touched Hu Lingquan for a while, "I will come to you in a few years, you must live well!"

Hu Ling laughed and said, "It must! It must!"

After drinking and eating, Yang Xian turned around and left with Xiao Qingyu.

Hu Lingquan did not go out and bowed to see him off in the yard. "President Yang took care of him all the way!"

Yang Xian laughed, waved his hand, and returned to the inn.

On the way back, you can see that the entire Hutou Fort was in chaos, with a group of yamen runners and soldiers guarding the city escorting many men from the world and walking towards the yamen.

Some men were covered in blood, and it seemed that they were very rebellious for a while before they were captured.

It seems that Hu Lingquan has taken advantage of the momentum to exert all the lower nine-rate figures in the Hutou Castle.

"Brother Xian, will you not be angry at all when Hu Lingquan uses you to kill people?"

Xiao Qingyu said angrily: "This person's table of wine and food just now costs at least a few dozen taels of silver. How much is his annual salary? It's obvious that he is a corrupt official! Why don't you teach him a lesson?"

Yang Xian shook his head and said, "There are so many capable people in the world, and it is normal to lose in wisdom. I can't be the only protagonist in his world, and everyone else is a foil! Besides, if it weren't for him, how could I kill so many people who should be killed?"

He said to Xiao Qing: "Don't just look at his food and drink cost. You can see if the people under his rule are different from other places?"

Xiao Qingyu thought about it after hearing this and said, "The people here seem to be as thin as the people I saw on the road before? There are almost no beggars. Oh, I understand!"

Xiao Qingyu suddenly realized, "It turns out that this person is much better at managing the place than other local officials!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Yes, in such a chaotic world, we can still maintain peace in the land. This person has a lot of thought, not an ordinary person! In the future, the world will be pacified, and these capable ministers will be indispensable!"

Xiao Qingyu seemed to understand, "Oh, so Brother Xian, please spare him?"

Yang Xian shook his head and said nothing.

When the two arrived at the inn, all the bodies in front of the inn were removed, and even the women and children had already left.

Just as Yang Xian walked to the restaurant, a man hurriedly came up from the restaurant and bowed deeply to Yang Xian, "After I relieved the poison that my friend had planted, I rushed to obey the order and did not delay Brother Yang's itinerary?"

This person's white clothes are as snow as snow, and his pen is hanging on his waist, which is Bai Zi'an.

He looked relaxed at this moment, no longer in a hurry the day before yesterday. It seemed that the poisoned person was indeed closely related to him.

Bai Zian bowed and stood up, held a brocade box in his hands and held it in front of Yang Xian, and said gratefully: "The original fire dragon pill is returned, I am so grateful!"

Yang Xian looked at Xiao Qingyu, and Xiao Qingyu quickly stepped forward and reached out to take the brocade box, "Are your friend okay?"

Bai Zian smiled and said, "The girl is worried about her, but she is no longer in trouble at this time.

When Yang Xian saw Bai Zi'an talking about this "her", he smiled and looked slutty. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Without asking, he knew that this "her" must have a bit of ambiguous relationship with him.

No wonder he, a disciple of the calligraphy and painting sect, was willing to do something stealing, but it turned out that he did this for the sake of the beauty, which was a kind of love.

Yang Xian was too lazy to guess what happened to him and the poisoned man. Seeing him appear, he nodded and said, "Brother Bai is acting very quickly."

Bai Zian smiled and said, "Brother Yang is precious, so Bai dare not delay it."

He curiously said, "I just saw a lot of people dead on the square outside, both men and women. I wonder what's going on?"

Yang Xian said: "I killed it!"

Bai Zi'an stiffened and said, "Brother Yang is so murderous! I think there are at least one hundred dead people!"

Yang Xian said lightly: "There are 113 people in total!"

Bai Zian said in shock: "Why did Brother Yang kill them? He killed so many of them?"

He was surprised that this sentence implies blame.

He said something, and felt it was inappropriate and hurriedly added: "Since they died at the hands of Master Yang, I think there is a way to kill him!"

Yang Xian sighed and said, "Mr. Yang will definitely have many rumors and slander in the future. Hu Lingquan has given me the boss's problem!"

After pondering for a while, he reached out and the pen bag hanging around Bai Zi'an's waist shook gently. The mouth of the bag opened, and a large pen inside suddenly flew into Yang Xian's hand.

It was not until the big pen disappeared from his waist that Bai Zi'an reacted and his heart couldn't stop beating, "How did he do it? Why didn't I sense it just now?"

But Yang Xian walked into the restaurant with his pen in his hand and reached out with another move. A piece of mud-gold-folded flower paper in Bai Zi'an's pen bag flew out, and it had already spread out in the air and spread flat onto a wine table.

"Brother Bai, borrow paper and pen for a while!"

When Yang Xian was speaking, water vapor suddenly emerged from the pen holder in his hand. In just a moment, the pen tip had become wet and smooth.

Bai Zi'an's brush is a famous treasure in the calligraphy and painting schools. The brush is said to be made of a dragon bone, and the tip of the brush is made of the tail hair of the nine-tailed fox. It can not only write, draw, but also act as a magic weapon against the enemy.

When writing and drawing, as long as you are lucky in the pen holder, the pen holder will automatically gather the air vapor and flow to the pen head.

Just by looking at Yang Xian's skillful use of this large pen, we can see that he has a good understanding of this pen in the calligraphy and painting department.

After the tip of the pen was wet, Yang Xian lifted up the large pen and pressed it on the paper.

Bai Zi'an was surprised in his heart. He didn't know what he was going to write, so he walked to Yang Xian and looked on the paper.

I saw lines of large characters wandering on the paper like living things, especially the murderous words at the beginning, which made people unable to help but bow their heads and retreat at first glance, and their whole heart was pounding.

After seeing these words, Xiao Qingyu was so scared that she exclaimed, retreated repeatedly, and said in surprise: "The story of the murder of Tiger Head Castle?"

Yang Xian lowered his head and wrote, and said lightly: "Yes, I want to write down this matter and indicate the root of the matter to serve as a warning!"

Bai Zi'an Ping's mood was read word by word, and saw that Yang Xian's words were like a knife. Not only did he write down the original story of why he killed people, but he also extended it from these murdered people to the current chaotic situation where the Great Zhou Dynasty collapsed. His sharp words made the viewers unable to help but feel excited and unable to control themselves.

There is a sentence among them, "In this chaotic world, those who are brave and powerful bully the weak, those who are more wise cling to wealthy families, and those who are hungry and don't give porridge everywhere, and those who are burying corpses are rarely seen in white bones thousands of miles away." It is particularly shocking.

At the end of the sentence, "Yang Xian is not talented, and he should reopen the new spirit and build a door of morality, so that all our people will be like dragons and not bullied, so that our people will be prosperous and prosperous, and will not have evil intentions!" At that time, Yang Xian put up and returned the big pen to Bai Zi'an.

He threw out the paper he had written.

With a light "puff", this piece of mud and gold colored paper was embedded in the flower stone screen in the middle of the restaurant lobby. Three inches of stone were inserted into it, and even if it was specially carved, it might not be able to achieve this.

Throwing the article out, Yang Xian said, "For the sake of reputation in the future, I have to make this self-defense article. The word "fame" is indeed a great harm to people!"
Chapter completed!