The east wind was blowing, and the clouds were as red as blood. The thin petals of the willow catkins tumbled in the wind, and then floated far away.
Xiong Baisha turned around and saw a man in light armor and military uniform, holding a horizontal sword and looking at him coldly with eyes like lightning.
Xiong Baisha snorted coldly and reluctantly clasped his fists: "My lord, what do you want?"
Chief Meng Qu had already stood up from his tent, smiled lightly at Xiong Baisha and said, "This is Marquis Dong Zhongting and Dong Wu. The safety of my Tongyuan Canal depends entirely on his careful management. Although two unscrupulous guards started the provocation today, you have to take action."
It's hurtful, but it shouldn't be.
I cannot be a peacemaker today to resolve this little misunderstanding. Xiong Da, you must apologize to Marquis Dong Wu and pay three hundred yuan for the medicine for the injury to the bad guard who fell into the water. This matter will be solved.
.I wonder what you two think?"
Dong Zhongting, the Marquis of Wu, said solemnly: "This man violates the ban with force and deserves to be killed! Since Chief Meng Qu has come to mediate, I, the Marquis of Wu, should show some mercy. However, if you dare to hurt my subordinates, it is not just a few words or a few words."
It can be settled with a big sum of money. Since you dare to act violently, you must be confident that your martial arts skills are good, so you might as well compete with this Wuhou! If you can block my ten moves, this Wuhou will forget the blame. How dare you!"
When Commander Meng Qu heard what Dong Zhongting said, he knew that he must have a deep meaning, so he took advantage of the situation and said: "Xiong Da, you are an ordinary man, but you dare to fight against Dong Wuhou? Why don't you be honest, take ten moves, and win his forgiveness once?"
At this time, a civilian worker who was working on the same boat came over and quietly said to Xiong Baisha: "Chief Meng Qu taught you not to be brave, just take ten moves smoothly. If you can't bear it, fight back, and you may even be injured.
Then Dong Wuhou, I'm afraid things will be difficult today. There is death but no life!"
Yang Zhaoxi heard clearly and thought that although this citizen husband looked vulgar, he was thoughtful and understanding, and he was a wonderful man. Xiong Baisha was certainly not stupid. After listening to the husband's words, he nodded silently, clasped his fists and said, "Please, Dong
Sir, give me a move!"
Dong Zhongting glanced contemptuously at Xiong Baisha and Yang Chaoxi who was cowering behind him. He took off his sword, light armor and other items, and said to the unscrupulous guards around him: "You have always shown off your power, bullied the weak and feared the strong, and you don't know how to really fight.
What is it? Today, Marquis Wu of Japan will demonstrate it and show it to me!"
After that, without any hesitation, he swooped forward, thrust out with his right elbow, and hit Xiong Baisha directly in the chest and abdomen. His power was like that of a tiger, making it difficult to guard against him. Xiong Baisha also nodded secretly, crossed his arms, and tightened his muscles.
Stretch it and protect it on your chest.
There was a muffled "thud" sound, and Xiong Baisha was knocked back by the impact. His forearm hurt, and he couldn't help but rub it a few times.
Yang Chaoxi on the side seemed a little happy, and said in a clear voice: "One move."
Dong Zhongting and Xiong Baisha both frowned slightly, as if they found this reminder redundant and disgusted.
Dong Zhongting forced Xiong Baisha back with one blow. He couldn't help but feel a bit proud in his heart. He hit Xiong Baisha with another whip kick, but he hit Xiong Baisha on the side. If this kick was real, he might have broken Xiong Baisha's body.
Good teeth.
Naturally, Xiong Baisha would not stand and ask others to hit him. He waved his arm again to block the flying whip, but he staggered a few steps due to the force and almost fell sideways to the ground.
"Two moves." Yang Zhaoxi clapped his hands in response. It was as if he was reminding Xiong Baisha that victory was within easy reach, and it was also as if he was declaring that Dong Zhongting's martial arts skills were mediocre and not worth mentioning.
Dong Zhongting felt a little anxious in his heart, and he bullied him again. He hit him with "pop, pop, pop, pop", palm knife, boxing cannon, headbutt, elbow strike, knee strike, shoulder attack... the tricks were complicated and the moves came out one after another.
Make full use of every part of your body.
On the other hand, Xiong was killing hundreds of people, and only a pair of arms were left to block him hastily. Sometimes, if he blocked the target with a move, he would be hit on the shoulder, back, or leg. The violent impact made everyone onlookers feel doubly painful.
One is fighting with fists and feet, hearty, and the other is fighting from left to right, in a state of embarrassment. Who is better and who is worse is judged.
Yang Zhaoxi counted a few times, and was stunned. Seeing Dong Zhongting's "dazzled" offensive, he could not count them. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "You two are fighting too fast, I, I can't count them!"
The bad guards nearby burst into laughter after hearing this. One of the bad guards was a good teacher and said: "Silly boy, this is not how you count your moves in a competition! For example, our Dong Wuhou's move is knee-butt, lift left and push right, bend and open, arms
Like a wheel, it is both offensive and defensive. It seems that all hands and feet are used, up and down, but from the time when the force is used to approach to the time when the force is retreated, it is considered a complete move."
Yang Chaoxi suddenly realized it, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "That's it, that's it! Thank you, the official, for clearing up the confusion."
A moment passed like this, and Dong Zhongting had finished his ten moves. Xiong Baisha stood there, his legs shaking slightly, and he was about to collapse.
As soon as Dong Zhongting vented his anger, his mood suddenly improved a lot. He waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Silly big guy! If you are strong enough to withstand the beating, I, Marquis Wu, will spare you a life. Get out!"
Yang Chaoxi then ran up and tried to help Xiong Baisha, but because his body was slightly lower, he could only reach his armpits. Xiong Baisha waved his hand: "It's okay, I don't need your help. Let's go!"
After saying that, the two of them walked towards the cross street in the square again with one step at a time.
The square here is called Guiyifang, adjacent to Xuanrenmenwai Street. The pond in the square is wide and the willows are hanging low. Before the Jizhou Rebellion, there was Taiping Temple and the old residence of the Mu family, which is now quite damaged.
In addition, next to the swamp, there are several shabby houses made of broken bricks and tiles. The smoke is rising, but it is a small restaurant.
In the morning and evening, Xiong Baisha came to the restaurant and saw soup cakes being tumbling in an iron wok under a shed made of branches and thatch. The aroma of meat hit him, making people salivate unconsciously.
"Do you want to eat?" Xiong Baisha said with a faint smile. The embarrassed and trembling state just now was gone. It was obviously disguised to show to Marquis Dong Wu.
Yang Chaoxi nodded heavily, but her face was extremely embarrassed: "But, Brother Xiong, I... I gave them all my big money! "
"It's just a bowl of soup cake, brother, please treat me! If we save enough money in the future, we will go to the wine shop to have a drink." Xiong Baisha smiled boldly, then took Yang Zhaoxi to sit down in the shed and waved to the female shopkeeper.
He said, "Two big bowls of soup cakes, add more green onions!"
The female shopkeeper, a middle-aged lady, was still charming despite her hairpin and sarong. Looking at her back, she looked somewhat similar to Lu Qiuniang. After she happily agreed, she turned around and went into the house, taking out two coarse porcelain bowls.
He scooped up soup cakes and served them in front of the two of them.
Yang Zhaoxi looked at it for a long time, with a sad face. Thinking of her mother who was still working hard in Yangliu Villa, her heart ached and her eye circles gradually became wet. Xiong Baisha didn't pay attention to these details and just talked about these two days.
What I saw and heard when I was working in Tongyuan Canal.
The two of them were eating soup cakes and chatting casually. Suddenly, seven or eight invisible libertines poured into the small restaurant, making the small shed suddenly overcrowded.
The leader, holding a short stick, stopped in front of the female shopkeeper, stared at her huge breasts, and said with a frivolous expression: "Sister Feng, when will I hand over this month's share to my brother?"
The female shopkeeper, Feng Niang, frowned slightly: "Get out of the way! Lai Chong'er, you don't keep your word! We promised one tael of silver per month, but now it has increased to five taels. How can I and my wife afford it?"
"Sister Feng, what you said is ridiculous! Didn't we agree that we would spend two nights with our brothers on the first and fifteenth day of every month? When did you fulfill your promise?" Lai Chong'er smiled playfully and placed his hand on Feng Niang's butt.
He pinched his son, causing all the libertines to shout and applaud.
"What are you doing! If you are unreasonable again, I will report it to the official!" Feng Niang was extremely angry and scolded her sternly.
"She wants to report to the official? What should we brothers do?" Lai Chong'er turned his head, spread his hands, and deliberately asked the libertines. Without waiting for anyone to answer, he turned around and said greedily, "Report to the official! This place in the north of the city,
I am an official! If you still can’t get your share of the money today, you can go back with me and ask me to collect some interest first..."
"Pa!" A slap resounded under the shed. The corners of Feng Niang's mouth were trembling, her eyes were red, and her half-raised hand was shaking.
Lai Chong'er covered his face with one hand, his expression was stunned, and he couldn't react for a moment. All the libertines had strange expressions, not knowing whether to laugh or be furious.
"Smash it! Smash it hard! Tear down this place selling dog food!" Lai Chong'er roared viciously.
At this moment, a short, thick man in his thirties rushed out of the room, waving a rolling pin in his hand, and rushed towards the group of libertines, shouting: "You are a fool! You are too much of a bully! I always have three cows with you."
Fight!"
However, before Chang Sanniu could get very far, he was swarmed by several libertines and knocked to the ground. The rolling pin that was taken away was mercilessly hit on his head and body, and a feeling of pain and humiliation filled his whole body.
What made him even more heartbroken was that his wife, Feng Niang, had been pushed into the house by Lai Chong'er and others, making sharp screams, followed immediately by the sound of clothes and skirts tearing, and the sounds of crying and begging for mercy... These dogs
What a beast! You want to humiliate Feng Niang in broad daylight!
"Alas! Eating a bowl of soup cakes doesn't bring peace to anyone..." A sigh sounded and reached the ears of several libertines.
Several libertines slapped their hands, stopped hitting Chang Sanniu with sticks, and turned their heads to look at Xiong Baisha - if it were normal, if all the libertines came to do something, they would definitely drive away all the customers in the restaurant. See you today.
Xiong Bai is a tall and powerful man who kills people, and he is not like a kind person, so he did not come up to provoke him rashly.
However, Xiong Baisha also looked confused. This soft sigh did not come from his own mouth. Could it be...
When Xiong Baisha looked at Yang Zhaoxi with some confusion, he saw an afterimage passing by and pouring into the house. Immediately there were several screams, followed by blood and several figures flying out of the house.
The afterimage kept coming, and rushed out of the house again, knocking Chang Sanniu unconscious first. Then there were several splashes of blood, and the remaining prodigals were restrained by one move. They lay on the ground and twitched a few times, then stopped.
Moved.
The whole process took less than ten breaths. Xiong Baisha watched it and even missed half a beat of breath: So decisive! So ruthless! This kid is definitely not an ordinary person! Thinking of this, I can't help but feel chills on my back. If he wants
Whether you can silence yourself or not, whether you can escape or not are two different things...
At this time, the thin and handsome figure became clear, and he was walking towards Xiong Baisha with a smile. Xiong Baisha's pupils shrank: "Hey... Brother He, you killed them... all?"
"A group of bed bugs should indeed be killed! But I was afraid of trouble, so I just cut off their hand tendons and hamstrings and knocked them unconscious so that they would never do evil again." Yang Zhaoxi dusted his hands and said matter-of-factly, "Xiong Baisha"
, why don’t you come over to help?”
Xiong Baisha nodded hurriedly, ran up and together with Yang Zhaoxi, carried these limp prodigals into the house, tied them into a ball with ropes, and stuffed firewood into their mouths. He also carried Feng Niang and Chang Sanniu back who had fainted.
On the couch, he picked up the torn shirt and skirt and covered Feng Niang's exposed body. Then he put down the soup cake money and silently left the house.
Yang Zhaoxi sat back under the shed again, picked up half a bowl of soup cake, and started eating by himself. Xiong Baisha stood aside, looking at him blankly, with many questions in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.
After Yang Zhaoxi finished eating the soup cake, he raised his head and saw Xiong Baisha staring directly at him, hesitating to speak. He smiled lightly and said: "I really don't have any money today. This meal is yours. I'll come back another day."
Please give me a treat."
Xiong Baisha waved his hand, saying no. But his throat was dry, and he was still frightened. He hesitated for a while and said: "Congratulations... congratulations, hero! How do you know my name? It seems that the hero is still young, but he has such unpredictable skills...
...Why do you come to this Tongyuan Canal and are willing to be a common man?"
Yang Zhaoxi waved her hand and motioned for him to sit down and talk. Seeing Xiong Baisha sit down shyly, he slowly said: "I met you in the wine shop a few days ago. But I came here not for the 'Sword Like Water', but just for lust.
Investigate a case. So, you don’t have to be afraid. When we meet again in the future, you will still be Xiong Da and I will still be He Jiulang, how about that?"
Xiong Baisha nodded repeatedly.
How dare you not nod? Having said this, if you don't understand each other and ask for help, I'm afraid He Jiulang won't mind spending some effort to kill him and then destroy his body and eliminate traces. Just the attack and killing method just revealed
Skills, among the few people who came from Weizhou, the most powerful one may not be his opponent.
Thinking again about the time when I was playing with Marquis Dong Wu, the bad guard who liked to be a teacher, even explained to him what "one move" was without shame, I couldn't help but feel a sense of horror that stood on end.
It is estimated that He Jiulang was in a good mood at that time. If he was angered, it would probably not take even one move to kill a bad guard.
When Xiong Baisha raised his head again, He Jiulang's figure was already several feet away, and his voice came back from far away: "Please tell the bad guard to take the bug away and don't ruin the shopkeeper's business."
After leaving Guiyi Square, Yang Zhaoxi ran straight south. After only five or six miles, he entered Zeshan Square again.
Wuhou Pu in Zeshanfang was as usual, with six bad guards standing at the door, lined up on both sides, holding swords, spears, spears, halberds and other weapons, looking majestic.
Yang Zhaoxi handed over his name and reported his name, and one of them quickly ran into Wuhoupu and shouted a message before leading Yang Zhaoxi into the main hall of Wuhoupu.
Zhang Wuhou was frowning, looking through some papers, wondering if he had encountered another difficult case.
Yang Zhaoxi was not in a hurry, and stood quietly aside, waiting for him to finish. When he raised his head and noticed himself, he got straight to the point: "Master Wu Hou, I wonder how the trial of those murderers went?"
Zhang Wuhou pondered for a while and then said: "That monk Tan Zhengjue was very stubborn and never spoke. The demon Taoist Tu Liangshan's rhetoric did not change much. He insisted that it was Huo Xianren who was the mastermind. As for throwing out the body and evidence, they were not involved.
So I know nothing. However, Tu Liangshan recanted his confession once, and it seems that someone outside gave him a guarantee and wanted to get him out, but I suppressed him."
Yang Chaoxi nodded: "It seems that they are just a few minions and have not been noticed by the forces behind them. So what is the status of the case? Has a conclusion been reached?"
Zhang Wuhou rubbed his forehead: "Henan Prefecture sent it to the Ministry of Punishment. The case report from Dali Temple has been approved. The 'Missing Woman Case' and the 'Luoshui Floating Corpse Case' were merged and concluded. The two murderers were sentenced to have their heads exposed to the public."
, has now been escorted to the prison of Henan Prefecture, and will only wait for the Queen of Autumn to ask for execution."
Yang Zhaoxi felt a little disappointed in her heart. The "Missing Woman Case" that caused a storm in the city, and the "Luoshui Floating Corpse Case" that alarmed the entire Taoist community in Luoyang, in the end, it was just the murderer who surrendered and his head was exposed to the public. It is inevitable that people will be worried about the public disciple.
An anticlimactic look and feel.
This in turn confirmed some of his conjectures. The case could be concluded in just a few days, and the urgency of the forces behind it to cover up something became more and more obvious.
The drumbeat of the curfew started beating slowly at some unknown time. Yang Zhaoxi said goodbye to Marquis Zhang Wu, and after leaving Zeshanfang, he quickened his pace and rushed back to Cui Mansion.
The door of Cui Mansion was open and the lights were brightly lit. It seemed that something big had happened. Some staff came in and out with solemn expressions, and they also didn't know why.
Yang Zhaoxi, covered in mud, stepped in, but no servants came to stop him.
After returning to the guest room and just about to change out of his clothes, there was a rapid knock on the door. The knock was soft and weak, and it seemed to be a woman.
Yang Zhaoxi opened the door and took a look, but Xiaoping stood in front of her, crying: "Miss Sixth has been captured!"