On New Year's Day, the weather is cold and windless, and the sky is clear. There were one or two hundred more courtyards scattered by Zhuangzi, Zhang Qingshan was wrapped in a cotton coat, lined with wool, and the riding boots on his feet were also sewn with a layer of flannel.

"Bold! How dare you stop me?! ”

Saliva almost wanted to spray on Zhang Qingshan's face, but it was only greeted with disdain and ridicule on Zhang Qingshan's face: "I just listen to you barking, is Naigong still stopping?" ”

"Presumptuous!"

A horizontal knife had just been unsheathed, and another horizontal knife was slashed over, with a crisp sound, and the high-ranking official who was the supervisor was cut in two by the inconspicuous rough horizontal knife in Zhang Qingshan's hand.

"Waste."

Zhang Qingshan's cold eyes swept over the warrior in the brocade robe and armor, crossed the warrior, and his eyes fell on the other people, so he squinted his eyes and said, "The Lang Evil King Clan also has such scum?" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw twenty or thirty Zhuang Ding riding yellow-maned horses, carrying a slightly curved saber, retracting the reins, and asking from afar: "Brother Shan, Lang Jun said, take it." ”

"I see."

Zhang Qingshan's eyes suddenly became cruel, and he grinned, "Everyone, those who know the times are handsome, and heroes don't suffer immediate losses, please!" ”

"You...... You...... Daring! ”

The warrior in the brocade robe and armor couldn't have imagined that the head of the village was so bold, and suddenly shouted, "I am the ...... of the Zuotun camp."

Burst!

I saw a figure step forward, pressing his wrist, and the sharp knife was a bucket upward, piercing through the ribs, piercing the back, and blood spurted out three or five feet away. Sizzling, sneering.

There was a sudden silence around him, and immediately people turned on their backs and became restless.

"Thieves are rampant! Thieves ......"

Puff puff!

I saw that before the voice of the horse neighed, the flying arrow had already shot those with wide mouths to the ground, and then more than a dozen large nets flew out, covering all the people and horses in it, and with another shout, they were dragged to the ground.

"Come on, drag the dead out and burn them."

"Yes, Brother Shan."

The samurai of the capital who lost his life died here for unknown reasons.

At this time, Wang Hongzhi, who took a small official in Haizhou, heard that there had been some changes in the clan, and after inquiring, his face changed greatly.

"Your Excellency!"

Wang Hongzhi's face turned pale, and he only felt that the sky was about to fall. But Wang Mo frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, this unintelligent pinworm in a small house in Shandong will kill itself!" ”

"My lord, if it is known to Chang'an, Her Royal Highness the princess and Liang ......"

"Shut up!"

Wang Mo's eyes were calm, "The old man doesn't know about this, and you don't know either!" ”

"But my lord, I moved out of Yongzhou, and with such a change, even if Chang'an let that person go, does the Wang family still have any hope of revival? This ......"

Wang Hongzhi was sweating profusely and was about to continue talking, but when he heard someone outside, he quickly shut up.

"Jiaweng, Lang Jun, someone from Cangzhou is here."

"Call in!"

A short time later, a middle-aged man came, with two beards and deep sunken eyes, apparently suffering the sin of a long journey. After coming in, without waiting for Wang Mo to speak, he first picked up the herbal tea on the table without any grace and poured it out: "Brother, Da Lang, it's okay, it's okay." ”

"Uncle Zhong, come quickly!"

The middle-aged man took a breath: "Shandong Xiaofang pretends to be smart, and wants to use His Royal Highness as a step into the body, but unexpectedly, Zuotunying and others who are stammering have been killed." Now more than a dozen men in Xiaofang are all in Cangzhou. Zhang Liangfeng asked me to come over and ask, these people, what should I do......

"My lord, how do you decide?"

Wang Hongzhi wiped the sweat on his forehead, he was a Jinling in Yuzhou, a small official, but after adapting to it in the past few months, he realized that this small official was more important than the history of the Xiazhou assassin.

Only those grain ships in Hebei Province that do not take the Grand Canal and take the sea route are replenished and transferred here by him, and in one day, hundreds of dozens of big ships are idle.

"Decision? What is the decision? ”

Wang Mo sneered, "God-given opportunity, the Wang clan will hand over to me Yongzhou and decide with a word!" ”

It was still the New Year's Day, and it hadn't arrived at midnight, but Zhang De was in the courtyard, lighting a brazier, mixing some soybean oil with whale oil, and adding some pine resin, which smelled bad when burned.

Zhang De, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, looked at more than a dozen Wang men condescendingly and coldly, then picked up a bow and took an arrow casually: "Archery has always been very poor, and today ...... Tonight, I will sacrifice my ugliness. ”

Boom!

Burst!

An arrow hit a person's left shoulder, and the arrow feathers were still trembling, and the man suddenly fell to the ground and cried: "Zhang Gong! Zhang Gong! It's all Wang Yizhi, it's all Wang Yizhi! Zhang Gong spares his life! Zhang Gong spared his life—"

Zhang De's face was expressionless, and he picked up another arrow: "The one who just aimed at Wang Yizhi actually shot Shishilang, alas, the archery is ugly, ashamed to see people, ashamed to see people......"

Boom!

Burst!

This arrow directly pierced a person's head, and the extremely sharp steel arrow, with red and white flesh, emitted a disgusting smell in the air.

The corners of Zhang Qingshan's mouth, who was standing next to Zhang De, twitched, his face was extremely unnaturally twitching, and he was about to open his mouth to speak, but he was pulled by Uncle Tan.

Zhang Qingshan stubbornly held back what he was about to say, and Uncle Tan stood there as if nothing had happened, watching Zhang De pick up an arrow again.

"I wanted to shoot Wang Yizhi again, but I shot Hachiro to death. It's a pity, Hachiro is a good man, he is good at calligraphy, he can also draw cows, he governs the Spring and Autumn Period, and he is also good at swordsmanship, and he is a person who is both civil and military. It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The arrow was on the bowstring again, and at this time, there was finally no more Jiang Zuowang clan's temperament, what temperament, what fearlessness in danger, all forgot to the back of his mind.

"Zhang Gong! Zhang Gong spared his life! ”

"It's Wang Yizhi's dog who is bold, and it's Wang Yizhi's step that wants to get into the body! Zhang Gong, we are all coerced by this fang, not to go against Zhang Gong, Zhang Gong ......"

Several people suddenly stopped talking, because Zhang De put away the bow and arrow, so that they suddenly showed hopeful eyes, but Zhang De took a horizontal knife from Uncle Tan, the blade of which was a little long and could be dragged on the ground.

The tip of the knife rubbed against the stone bricks with a piercing rustle, and when he reached several Wang disciples who were tied behind their backs and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, Zhang De showed a smile: "Fool, I am not a wicked person, of course I will only be punished for evil." ”

"Xie Zhanggong, Xie ......"

Burst!

stabbed the man who begged for mercy with a knife, Zhang De's eyes were calm: "And then punish the next evil." ”

"Zhang De—"

"Shameless! Fail to keep the faith! You're not going to be ......."

Burst!

was stabbed to death again, Zhang De wiped a handful of blood from his face, "Only punish the evil, and always be honest in the next life, and have a good reputation." ”

Shaking off the flesh and blood on the blade, Zhang De glanced at the remaining Wang disciples who were colorless and had a complete nervous breakdown, and said with emotion: "Next, who is the first evil?" ”

On the first day, at noon, accompanied by the first cry of a baby, Zhang De pulled out a horizontal knife from the corpse of the last Wang disciple, and then said: "Come on, change clothes." ”

"Yes, Lang Jun."

Just after noon, Zhang Qingshan, a reckless man who was accustomed to fighting, threw up there with his support for the pillars. He chopped off his head with his own hands, and he had seen all kinds of bloody scenes, but tonight, no, last night, his soul was going to be out of his body.

Uncle Tan was expressionless, and called a few people: "Come on, drag the corpse out and burn it." ”

"Yes."

Zhang Qingshan, who has always been conceited and courageous, caught up with Uncle Tan: "Lang Jun scared me, only at that time, I felt that it was me who died, not those Wang mongrels." Scares me, scares me......"

"Okay, let's do things, sleep for a few more hours, and naturally everything will be fine."

Uncle Tan glanced at him, straightened his head, walked towards the village, came to a courtyard, and stood guard outside the door.

After a while, there was a festive voice, what "mother and child are safe", what "God bless"......

When Uncle Tan heard this, he smiled, and then called: "Come on, seal a piece of gold and silver for the midwife." ”

"Yes." (To be continued.) )