Yi Lai's body was discovered the next day by a passing merchant who was about to take a rest.
The corpse had been soaked in the rain for a day and a night, but it had not changed at all. It was lifelike, as if it had just fallen asleep.
This is the power of the innate warrior. Even if a person dies, his body is extremely strong and will not rot after being left for several months.
As the news of Yi Kui's death spread, many people from all three religions and professions in Yangzhou City started talking about it.
Compared to the fact that the Jiang family was ransacked, people in the Jianghu were more concerned about how Yi Lai, an innate master who had been famous for a long time, died.
"Yi Cun has been famous for many years, and his Qinggong skills are extraordinary. He has fought against many innate masters, and sometimes even if he loses, he can still escape with his Qinggong skills.
Such a powerful person died? "
"He is indeed dead. He has already cooled down. The body has been carried away by the agents of the prefecture's Yamen."
"It still feels unbelievable. You must know that Na Yiwei is not only a master of Qinggong, but also the essence of gold and iron, tempered with hundreds of poisons, and refined for several years before refining the Green Demon Hand. It is one of the famous weapons in the martial arts world.
Not only is it hard and sharp, but it is also extremely poisonous. Even the veteran innate masters are not willing to provoke this person easily.
I can't believe he died like that?
Does anyone know how he died? "
"It is said that someone stabbed him between the eyebrows with a sword. Judging from the condition of the corpse, Yi Lai tried his best to use the green devil's hands to resist, but he still couldn't stop it. The green devil's gloves and his palms were all struck by the sword. Punctured!"
"What kind of sword can pierce the blue devil's hand?"
"Could this person have provoked the Sword Saint Ye Gucheng?"
"That's not necessarily true. Yi Lai has offended many people, so it's not impossible for the hero Yan Nantian to take action. His Pure Yang Wuji Sword is a famous magic weapon in the world, and it can definitely defeat the Green Devil's Hand! "
"I cry, I cry. Every time this person kills someone, he will cry to the corpse. Now that he dies, he can only cry to himself.
The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant! "
...
When Song Xuan returned to Qianhu Station, the rain had not stopped, but there was no trace of being wetted on his body.
He is in a good mood. Every time he fights with a master, he will gain some insights into the way of swordsmanship. He likes this kind of world of swords and swords more and more now.
"Sir, is the trouble solved?"
Lu Xiaofeng walked out of the next room and asked casually.
He knew very well how strong Lord Song was. Unless Lord Song took the initiative to show mercy, the other party would have no chance of surviving.
Song Xuan nodded slightly, "Have you ever heard of Green Demon Hand Yi Crying?"
"It's him!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "I was just watching from a distance. His figure was shrouded in his robe, but I really didn't recognize him.
This person is not ordinary. He has fought against me before. He can't break my telepathy, but I can't keep him. I didn't expect that I was unlucky this time and fell into your hands. "
Song Xuan hummed, "This person's lightening skills are really good. Most people really can't keep him."
Yi Ke's Qing Gong was very good, but unfortunately, Song Xuan's sword was faster, so Yi Ke died.
"Sir, the killer is dead and assassination will not work. It is estimated that the families in Yangzhou City will take follow-up actions."
Song Xuan nodded and ordered: "Go and control the garrison generals in Yangzhou City. If necessary, kill all those who dare to disobey!"
Lu Xiaofeng accepted the order and stood up to leave without any unnecessary nonsense.
When he is with the adults, he will have to kill sooner or later. He can't kill ordinary people, but he has no psychological pressure to kill generals who may rebel.
After Lu Xiaofeng left, Song Xuan sat at his desk. Instead of dealing with official duties, he sat cross-legged and practiced.
The affairs of the eight major families have never been a problem to him. No matter how strong the other party is, it is not a Jianghu sect after all, so it is not difficult to deal with it.
He was waiting for the other party to launch a riot among the people and give him a legitimate excuse to uproot several major families.
In the Yangzhou Magistrate's Yamen, the magistrate, who claimed to the outside world that he had not seen anyone in the army, was sitting in the side room eating chicken drumsticks.
A man dressed as a master quickly opened the door and walked in, "Master Magistrate, we have heard the news. The Xiao family group is contacting the people outside the city and is preparing to riot!"
The prefect smiled when he heard this, slapped his thigh, and was overjoyed.
"Sure enough, as expected by this government, the Jiang family's tragedy has reached this point. How could the Xiao family and other families not react at all!"
"It's good to fight. It's best to fight to the death. Those aristocratic families are not good people, and those warriors in Xuanyiwei are not good birds either. It's best to lose both sides. Only then can we civil servants succeed!"
The prefect was very excited. Logically speaking, as the head of a prefecture, a third-rank official, and a proper local official, he, the prefect, should have great power in his own territory.
Before taking office, Magistrate Xu thought so, but unfortunately, he didn't understand what local clan power meant until he took office.
Here, if any of his decisions does not have the nod of the eight major families, then his orders from the prefect will not be able to leave Yangzhou City.
That suffocating feeling is simply annoying.
As a prefect, he is not even as comfortable as those county magistrates who have power in their hands. The ambitions he once had have gradually faded away over the years.
But now, Magistrate Xu saw hope.
Song Xuan's stupid young man wanted to use the eight wealthy families in Yangzhou as a ladder to advance, and he also wanted to see the power of the local wealthy families destroyed and regain the power of the prefect.
At this moment, the most excited person was not Song Xuan, nor the wealthy families who were preparing to launch a riot, but him, the prefect.
At this moment, seeing that Xuan Yiwei and the local wealthy families were about to fight, Magistrate Xu was watching the show with joy, and he wished he could personally come forward to fan the flames and start a fight quickly.
"Sir, which one of these two parties do you think can win?" The master whispered: "Should we make some preparations in advance? I think Song Xuan's side has a greater chance of winning. How about we give him a message?" , is this considered a good relationship?"
"No, just pretend you don't know anything. We won't take sides on either side. Song Xuan is too murderous. After destroying the eight major families, he will definitely cause an uproar in the imperial court.
The power of these wealthy families is not weak in the court. It will be a situation where hundreds of officials will be impeached. It is hard to say whether the emperor will protect him.
I am an official and even the second-ranked official of the Eighth Class, and I belong to the Qingliu sect. There is no need to get involved in this kind of thing. You can make arrangements and do a good job of guarding the prefect's Yamen. "
As he spoke, he took a sip of tea with a smile and even started singing.
"Seeing him building a tall building, watching him entertaining guests, watching his building collapse..."
"The people are rioting? Haha, do you really think this is a good way to win all the consequences? If you encounter a ruthless character like Song Xuan, you deserve your misfortune!"
