I saw that the venue that had just been a drinking and carnival outside was already in a mess. Tables and chairs were overturned, wine and food were spilled on the floor, and many people were lying dead on the ground.
The remaining people held weapons in their hands, but were inexplicably retreating step by step.
In front of them, a young man in a blue shirt walked slowly, with dark and cold eyes, completely ignoring the dead people on the ground.
But the most frightening thing is that above the young man's head, there is a sword slowly circling out of thin air, as if it is held by an invisible hand.
The people in the village, including the big leader and others, looked drunk just now, but now they are extremely sober and sweating profusely.
A group of people retreated while staring at the sword above each other's heads. It seemed that the sword brought great pressure to them.
One person could force everyone into such a state of embarrassment. The three leaders' hearts suddenly thumped, and the weapons they conveniently held in their hands were no longer so courageous.
"Who are you? Why are you here to kill us!" Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the big leader boldly asked.
Even if you die, you must die clearly.
As for why a group of bandits who are usually lawless and murderous didn't take action and instead acted like sheep. It's because when the man in green shirt walked from outside the village, anyone who dared to stand in front of him was already lying on the ground.
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When that sword strikes, not only is it unstoppable, it can't even run away.
Along the way, if the sword light passes by, there will only be death and no one will be injured.
"When did you provoke the God of Death? Could it be..." Several leaders couldn't help but think of the official whose family was kidnapped by them, "Is it because of him?"
"You don't deserve to know who I am. Your family and country are being robbed, but you bring trouble to the place. This is how you will die."
Yang Cheng paused and then said: "But in order to let you die in peace, I can tell you that I am here for what happened twenty years ago!"
"Twenty years ago..." the big leader murmured, with a puzzled look on his face. Then he seemed to remember something immediately and immediately turned back to search among the crowd, finally focusing on the three leaders.
Twenty years ago, he had not gone to this mountain. But the most notorious thing about this village was that it turned Suixian County into a white field.
The time was exactly twenty years ago.
The big leader who did this back then has long since died, leaving only one son, who is now the third leader of the village.
Some other insiders also turned their attention to the three leaders, "It's true that Hedong has been here for twenty years, and this is where it takes revenge!"
Following everyone's movements, Yang Cheng naturally saw the three leaders.
However, although this person looks fierce, looking at his age, he is only in his twenties, at most three or four years old. He cannot be the murderer of that year. "Could it be a descendant?"
"Hero, there is a wrongdoer and a debtor. What happened twenty years ago has nothing to do with us!" Although he didn't know what happened to the sword, the big leader already regarded Yang Cheng as a person walking in the world.
, after hearing Yang Cheng’s words, he immediately thought of letting the three leaders take the blame, no matter what, save his own life first.
After today, I will pay a large sum of money and let the government come out to arrest this person, so that he will not be able to escape.
"Huh!" Yang Cheng snorted coldly.
Along the way, Yang Cheng saw many human tragedies of selling children and daughters, and there were also cases of families being destroyed by bandits.
Regardless of whether these people participated in the burning of Suixian County back then, based on the bad things they have done over the years, if we really want to judge their guilt, it would be enough to die ten or eight times.
In order to avenge his parents, Yang Cheng never thought of letting anyone go since he went up the mountain.
Even if someone was killed by mistake, Yang Cheng would not hesitate!
After hearing the leader's words, Yang Cheng was not moved at all. A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and with a thought, the Qingming Sword stopped circling and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the crowd.
"I'll fight you!"
Seeing the murderer in front of them, the gangsters struck again and began to resist fiercely. Seeing that the situation was not going well, the three leaders shrank back, turned around and ran away.
It's a pity that this person was the first person Yang Cheng targeted.
The Qingming Sword flashed away, and the heads of the three leaders were seen jumping high, and a stream of blood spurted out from the neck of the headless corpse.
The Qingming Sword made a light circle and returned quickly. Under Yang Cheng's control, it could knock down three to five people with one sword and began to massacre them.
A quarter of an hour later, the sounds of begging for mercy and wailing that had been heard one after another in the village completely disappeared, leaving only dead people on the ground, blood like rivers, and silence.
Yang Cheng then entered the hall and other places, searching for any escaped fish and killing them one by one.
He also rescued more than a dozen women, children and children from the dungeon, including the young lady and children who were almost humiliated, and distributed the gold, silver and grain they dug out.
Seeing a group of people carrying horses on their shoulders and carrying life-saving food gradually away, Yang Cheng turned around and looked around, frowning slightly.
Immediately, he moved his fingers slightly, and several fireballs popped up, igniting a raging fire in the village. A column of black smoke rose into the sky, and then he quietly followed the crowd and escorted them down the mountain.
Four or five days later, news gradually spread that the common people couldn't believe it. The three groups of bandits that had been entrenched near the three counties and had caused trouble for many years suddenly disappeared, leaving only a burning ashes.
According to insiders, the three groups of bandits were destroyed because their behavior made the gods displeased, so they sent their disciples to eliminate them and bring justice to the poor people.
When the news spread, countless families in the three counties applauded and set off firecrackers.
With his success accomplished, Yang Cheng, who had taken revenge for his bloodshed, quietly came to his parents' graves again and stayed for a long time.
"Father, mother, the child is leaving!"
After kowtowing three times, Yang Cheng stood up, with red eyes, glanced at the tombstones of his relatives, and turned away resolutely.
Later, Yang Cheng crossed the prefecture and crossed the state, traveling day and night, and once again observed the customs of the secular world along the way.
Due to the renewed war, the Feng State was aggressive and the Song State was defeated in consecutive battles, so they had to cut off their territories and pay gold and silver to calm the situation.
Under heavy taxation, the people's lives were devastated, and it was difficult to see a breath of fireworks for ten miles in the countryside. Only the prefectures and counties were relatively better.
Along the way, Yang Cheng could only quietly drop the gold and silver jewelry he found in his storage bags into the homes of poor people, so that he could at least buy some food and get through the immediate crisis first.
"What time will the singing and dancing of the West Lake and the Qingshan Tower outside the mountains stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they think Hangzhou is Bianzhou."
At this time, Yang Cheng was in a restaurant in Lin'an City, looking at his grandfather and grandson who were singing in the building, silently reading the poem he heard not long ago.
Even the immortal cultivators have to compromise, and even if the Song Dynasty wants to resist, there is no way to resist. What's more, I heard that those in the court are weak and spineless.
Even if a few people are unwilling to bow their heads, they will not be able to turn things around in the end.
The most pitiful people are the people at the bottom, who suffered this catastrophe innocently. This chapter has been completed!