"Guo Si, are you crazy?"
The big man with the beard turned his head and looked at the thin man in horror.
"I'm not crazy, it's you who are crazy. You are a crazy thief. You killed your adopted brother with your own hands for a mere hundred taels of gold. Do you still remember?" Guo Si said with a ferocious face.
"How do you know...who you are?" The bearded man's eyes widened.
"Who am I? Go to hell and ask those people who were killed by you." Guo Si stabbed the big man with the beard into the heart again. Naturally, the big man with the beard was not willing to accept the killing and slapped Guo Si on the head with his palm.
Guo Si dodged sideways, and the dagger in his hand slid down the bearded man's chest, as if his intestines had been ripped open. The next moment, the beard's intestines flowed all over the floor.
"Ho ho...save...save me..."
The bearded man faced the direction of the restaurant, with various expressions such as pleading, regret, and resentment mixed together. He stretched out his arms and took two steps forward. The light in his pupils disappeared silently, and finally he fell to the ground with a "plop", lifeless.
"Hahaha... Dad, Aniang, my child has finally avenged you."
Guo Si looked at the dead bearded man, a relieved smile appeared on his face covered with blood, and he laughed loudly.
Immediately, he jumped up and prepared to leave.
But just as he jumped into the air, there was a buzzing sound, and two crossbow arrows directly pierced Guo Si's calf. Guo Si screamed and fell from the air.
The next moment, dozens of people wearing dark red attire and masks with only one pair of eyes showing appeared on the roof and all over the street, surrounding the restaurant.
Those people are not weak in strength, at least they have the strength of the Tuo Pulse Realm. They have a dark aura on their bodies, holding Po Gang Crossbows in their hands, and the crossbow arrows are pointed at the people in the restaurant.
Everyone in the restaurant looked panicked and at a loss.
There are countless people in the Jianghu who use bows, but there are very few people who use crossbows. This is simply because the crossbow is a weapon controlled by the court and is not allowed to be manufactured on a large scale by the private sector or Jianghu. No one is holding a crossbow on a large scale. Not from the imperial court.
The people outside the restaurant were holding Po Gang Crossbows, specializing in destroying martial arts. They were definitely members of the imperial court.
This was the root cause of the panic among everyone in the restaurant.
"Pah...pah..." Suddenly, there was a sound of applause on the second floor of the restaurant, and then a voice rang out: "The iron mouth is straight, life is exchanged for life, the Taoist's ability to read fortunes and tell fortunes is really well-deserved. !”
"I just don't know, did the Taoist priest expect that he would be in trouble today?"
Everyone looked up and saw a young man in his twenties, with an elegant face and a somewhat feminine appearance standing at the entrance of the stairs, sizing up the fortune teller with a slight smile.
Behind the young man, there were three other people standing, two men and one woman.
There are two men, one is fat and the other is thin. The fat one has a stocky and honest appearance, with a smile on his face, his hands folded in his sleeves, full of wealth; the thin one is as skinny as a bamboo pole, his arms are knee-length, his knuckles are wide, and his hands are calloused.
The woman is about thirty years old, with a beautiful appearance, but she is dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist bun, and a long sword on her back. Her face is covered with frost and her temperament is cold.
"Doctors don't heal themselves, and people don't save themselves. I never tell fortunes for myself." The fortune teller looked at the young man and said slowly: "In addition, I have always been kind to others. As the saying goes, good deeds are rewarded, so how can there be misfortune? "
"Being kind to others?" The young man seemed to have heard something funny, and said, "Saving one person and killing another is being kind to others?"
"Killing officials and robbing officials is a good thing for others?" "Killing people all over the house and leaving no chickens or dogs alive, is this a good thing for others?"
"You still want good deeds to be rewarded, do you really think God is blind?"
"Killing an official is because he was corrupt and violated the law and deserves to be killed; robbing officials is because the money was not used in the way he should use it; killing a whole family is because their family is rich and unkind and deserves to be killed."
"Killing those who deserve to be killed, doing what needs to be done, and destroying those who deserve to be destroyed, isn't that accumulating virtue and doing good?" said the Taoist fortune teller.
"Hmph, that's nonsense." The young man sneered coldly: "Even if what you say is true, the court will decide this matter. When will it be your turn to meddle in other people's business?"
"Hey, the court? Does the court have a purpose?"
Before the fortune teller could say anything, the monk sitting opposite Ye Qing stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth, chewed the meat and bones to pieces, and made a cracking sound: "If we really wait for the imperial court to take care of it, the people of this world will have already Starved to death.”
"So, the court doesn't care, we take care of it!"
"Taking bribes and perverting the law, kill him!"
"For the sake of wealth, if you are unkind, kill!"
"Monsters, monsters, kill them!"
"The devil is evil, kill him!"
The word "kill" four times in a row was loud and full of evil energy.
"Killing monks without giving up, you really have a murderous streak!"
The young man said disdainfully: "It's just a mere recklessness, but you dare to say that the imperial court is not good, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"
"No, no... Ahem... This world is neither the emperor's world nor your world, but the common people's world. As common people, as the masters of this country, the court is at fault, why should we Can’t speak a word?”
"You can do it, but you don't allow us to say it?"
"If you don't care, don't you allow us to care?"
"Ahem..."
The scholar at the table next to him spoke slowly. As he spoke, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.
"That's nonsense. The state has its own laws, and every family has its own rules. If you interfere in everything randomly, where will the law exist? Where are the laws?" The young man narrowed his eyes and said, "Isn't this country and the world in chaos?"
"Although you keep saying that you are for the people and doing good deeds, if you are really doing it for the people, the country, and the world, you should inform the court of your so-called corruption, perversion of the law, and unkindness, etc., and let the court make a final decision instead of privately Act rashly and disturb the law of the country.”
"In my opinion, you are just doing this for your own reputation and status."
"Businessmen are chasing profits, warriors are chasing fame, they are just like maggots and flies chasing excrement. They are all in the same group." The young man played with the silk handkerchief in his hand and sneered: "One monk, one scholar, no matter how unfair the world is, listen to it, how nice it sounds. It’s a pity that my reputation is nothing more than a group of people who are just trying to steal the reputation.”
"Hey, you're a bitch and you still build a memorial arch." The fat man behind the young man said with a smile.
"One monk, one scholar, one scholar, despite all the injustice in the world, it's them?" After hearing the conversation between several people, people in the restaurant suddenly started whispering.
"Who?"
"You don't know this. A monk means killing monks without discipline. He is the monk who hates evil and has a strong temperament; a monk means a fortune teller. He should be the fortune teller. He has excellent fortune-telling skills and is the best at reading fortunes for others. However, there is a rule, that is, if you look at someone's face once, that person must kill someone for him and exchange one life for another. A scholar refers to a sick scholar. The sick scholar is well-read in poetry and books, and calls himself a disciple of a sage. He hates corrupt officials the most and will kill anyone he sees."
"Oh, it turns out it's them. I heard that they wiped out the entire Feng family in Qinghe a few days ago and killed the mayor who had just taken office. I didn't expect them to be so brave and dare to show up here?"
"The Feng family, the Feng family is a scholarly family. Why did they want to destroy the entire Feng family? They didn't even spare the women and children!"
"Who knows, but I heard that the Feng family colluded with the local mayor to drive up prices, bully the market, etc. It's not a good thing anyway."
"That really deserves to be killed."
"Killing should be done, but isn't it too much to kill a whole family? Why should a child deserve it?"
…
"Fuck you, you officials are all the same. Let Sajia kill you to get rid of harm for the people!" When Bujie heard what the young man and the fat man said, he became furious. He bent his legs straight and the ground was like a spider web. It will crack in a circle, and if you don't stop, it will be like an arrow that has left the string, and it will hit the young man.
Bu Jie was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the young man and slashed him with his knife.
The sharp sword light made people unable to open their eyes.
"Ding"
With a soft sound, the sword light dispersed, and Bujie swept back faster than when he left. After landing, he staggered back a few steps. Every time he took a step back, a footprint several inches deep was left on the ground, and the footprints were filled with cold air. diffuse.
Bujie's arm and sword were covered with a thick layer of green frost, and his face was ashen.
"Big Taiyin Hand?! Who are you?"
Seeing this, Ming Taoist's face became a little solemn. Bu Jie's strength was not weak, but he was in the real state of washing the gods, but he suffered a big loss in one encounter. The young man in front of him must not be simple.
The young man wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, his movements were elegant and dignified, and he said with a smile: "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Tianyong's Commander-in-Chief... Chu Renhe."
"Inspector Colonel? Are you from Chenqingyuan?!" Ming Taoist was shocked.
"What do you think?" Chu Ren smiled softly.
"Wow..."
After hearing what Master Ming said, there was an uproar in the restaurant.
"Chen Qing Yuan!"
Ye Qing was also slightly startled. Like the Jing'an Division, the Chen Qing Institute was another mysterious institution set up by Da Chu that had always belonged to the emperor. However, unlike the Jing'an Division, the Jing An Division was in charge of and dealt with weird matters in the world, while the Chen Qing Institute was under the control of the Great Chu. A mysterious organization specially established by the Chu court to monitor the world, manage national intelligence, and deal with Jianghu affairs. The people within it are all elite, and their strength is no less than that of the Jing'an Division.
And compared with the Jing'an Department, which is spread across nine prefectures in the world and is well known to the people, Chenqingyuan is very mysterious. Only the prefectural and county levels have institutional offices, and not all counties and cities have publicly established Chenqingyuan branches. , only some places with numerous sects, powerful families, and complicated situations have the agencies and personnel of the Chen Qing Yuan stationed there.
For example, in Luoshui County, there are no institutions or yamen established by Chenqingyuan, but in Fengyang County, which is adjacent to it, there are.
However, the fact that there is no yamen organization does not mean that there are no people from the Chenqingyuan. The Chenqingyuan claims to supervise the affairs of the world, monitor the people of the world, understand the affairs of Jiuzhou, and report the people's feelings to the king. Naturally, its personnel are spread all over the world, and its informants are everywhere. It may be a trafficker, it may be a pawn, it may be a helpless scholar, it may be a wealthy businessman, it may be the person who stays with you every day, it may be a close friend who talks and laughs, or even someone. He may be a high-ranking official, a heroic alchemist who is famous in the world.
It is no exaggeration to say that there are a large number of informants and agents arranged by Chen Qingyuan in Jing'an Guard. Even if one day someone tells Ye Qing that Gu Suitang and Fang Xiaoman are also from Chenqingyuan, he probably won't be surprised.
