The street was silent, and for a while, the only sound was the howling autumn wind.
After killing several minor characters, the murderous intention in Song Xuan's heart has not subsided.
Killing one is also killing, and killing two is also killing.
Since the people in the magistrate's office have been killed, and the magistrate has not shown up yet, we have already made enemies, so let's just end it all in one go!
Nipping hatred in the bud is an easy thing for him.
Even a villain like Yun Zhonghe can be used for his own purposes. It seems that the Sichuan and Chongqing prefect is not a good person, and there is no psychological burden on Song Xuan if he is killed.
This time he came to Songzhou to get some qualifications, but he had to get some results.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, just pacifying the Jianghu forces was not impressive enough. In the Northern Song Dynasty, killing a few prefects and cleaning up a few disobedient families was enough to return to the imperial capital for business.
The head catcher was killed, and all the catchers under his command were almost crying. The long knife on their waist had just been halfway pulled out, but the boss died. This incident made them very embarrassed.
Should I pull it out again or plug it back in?
.....
In the prefect's yamen, the prefect went out according to the order of Lord Zhoumu and has not returned yet. The general magistrate Zhao Anlai is in charge of all matters in the yamen.
At this time, Zhao An was sitting under the peach tree in a back garden, drinking tea and holding a white seed in his hand, thinking about how to make a move.
Opposite him, an old man wearing a green Taoist robe sat, stroking his beard with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, you have been thinking about this move for almost a cup of tea. If it doesn't work, Just admit defeat as soon as possible!"
"Mr. Sima, don't underestimate me. In Sichuan and Chongqing, my chess skills are second only to the prefect. It's impossible to admit defeat!"
The old Taoist laughed and said: "Master Zhao, I don't know how good your chess skills are. In this yamen, except for the prefect, who among your subordinates dares to beat you?
The old Taoist is an outsider, but no matter how big your official position is, with me, winning is winning, losing is losing, everything depends on chess skills! "
Zhao Tongpuan laughed dryly and said, "You are an old Taoist. I have arranged all the disciples of your Qingcheng Sect to enter the world and practice cultivation. Are you not afraid that I will give them little shoes to wear in the future?"
The old Taoist in Qingyi smiled nonchalantly and said: "Being put in small shoes is considered a life experience, and I don't care at all.
In my opinion, in this world, except life and death, everything else is just an experience, which can also be regarded as a journey of enlightenment.
Life is practice. What you can realize in this mortal world depends entirely on your own perception. The master leads them in. Cultivation is an individual matter. What I can do for them is to temporarily protect them on this path of cultivation. "
Zhao Tongpan was a little envious of his mentality, "Taoist Master Sima, I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve your mentality in this life. I'm just a layman, destined to wallow in fame and fortune..."
But before he finished speaking, the face of the old man who had looked calm just now changed. He raised his hand with some palpitations and pinched his fingers a few times, as if he was calculating something.
The next moment, the old man in green clothes stood up suddenly, raised his head and glanced in a certain direction, then stood up from the ground and walked away in the air.
"On a whim, there was a danger warning, and something might have happened to an experienced disciple.
Zhao Tongpan, let’s end today’s chess game here! "
"Don't worry, Taoist Master!" Zhao An hurriedly waved to the subordinates on the side, "Quick, gather the city guards and follow me to the south of the city!"
...
More than a dozen police officers from the prefecture's Yamen stood there and did not dare to move.
When the leader was killed, it stands to reason that they, the subordinates, should rush up and hack the enemy to death to avenge the superior.
But at this moment, no one among the policemen had any intention of revenge.
The difference in strength is too big.
My own head catcher was an innate warrior, he came from a famous sect, and he was also a well-known master in the innate realm. However, such a powerful head catcher was crushed to death like an ant.
They are a bunch of little guys who are not even talented. If they charge forward, they will die if they take a breath.
Working as a errand and getting paid are all to support your family. How many taels of silver a month are you playing with your life?
Song Xuan ignored these cowards who were too timid to step forward. Instead, he ordered Wang Baihu, "Take them all and put them in prison first!"
"yes!"
Wang Baihu didn't hesitate this time and rushed forward with his men.
He now understands that this man has a temperament that kills as he pleases and has no inhibitions.
Even though he is a member of a hundred families, he is considered a high-level person in the Xuanyiwei Yamen. But in the eyes of this adult, he is probably no different from the head catcher who was stabbed to death just now. If he made him angry, he would be easily crushed to death.
The frightened police officers did not resist. They unloaded their weapons obediently and were escorted towards the location of the prison by the Xuanyi guards.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
After completing Song Xuan's order, Wang Baihu glanced at the corpse on the ground and Yun Zhonghe, whose lower body was shattered and lying on the ground without even the strength to scream.
Subconsciously, he raised his leg and stepped on Yun Zhonghe's mouth, knocking out all his teeth.
It's all this lewd devil. If he hadn't caused the trouble, why would there have been such a big fuss today?
As a result of this incident, the Qianhusuo Yamen and the Magistrate's Yamen were at loggerheads. The supervisor turned around and patted his ass and walked away. The only one left to suffer was his little Baihu.
With the cruel methods of the prefect, he might be dragged to a mass grave and buried alive one day while he was sleeping.
No, from now on I will live in Qianhusuo Yamen and set up a tent outside the secret room where my father retreats.
Even if the father no longer cares about outside affairs, he can't just watch his own son being sliced into pieces, right?
Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said: "Gather the troops and raid the house!"
"good!"
Wang Baihu immediately accepted the order, "I will take people to raid Yun Zhonghe's home!"
Song Xuan shook his head, "As for the Li family, just send a group of people from a hundred households there.
As for the others, follow me to the prefect’s Yamen to ransack their homes and take away people! "
"Copycat the prefect's Yamen?"
Wang Baihu and several other Baihu in the Yamen looked at each other, and they all began to tremble subconsciously.
Over the years, they have been suppressed by the prefect. When they hear the words "prefect, master", they will feel fear in their hearts.
At this moment, they were asked to go to the magistrate's office to ransack homes and arrest people. They felt as uneasy as a mouse going to a cat's house to pay New Year's greetings.
"grown ups!"
A thinner Baihu said in a low voice: "The prefect is a local official. If we want to arrest someone, we must have a suitable crime, right?"
"That's true!"
Song Xuan followed the good example and said, "Let's label him a treason first! If it's not enough, we'll add more later!"
