Birds are busiest when the flowers are flying to the ground. It is probably when thousands of raindrops fall to the ground, causing many unexplained birds to panic, fearing that the moisture will stain their feathers, so the crows are difficult to stop and spread to all directions. The streets were half empty, and there was no sign of stopping.
In the end, the young man riding the green bull only picked up Qiao Lan, leaving the green bull to the latter to sit firmly, and headed straight out of Xuanhua City.
However, in the two hours, the battle between the big and small, and the methods of the Bafang Street street owner were finally able to spy on the scattered bits and pieces. After an unknown amount of rain, the birds' chirping stopped abruptly. In the end, they still rushed out of Bafang Street. If they don't Look back.
One of the most difficult battles was with the humble-looking street guards who usually guard the intersection of Bafang Street. Yun Zhong always liked to stop in front of these people after drinking and put the green cattle aside for a while. I stayed here and exchanged pleasantries with a few people for a long time before I continued to lie down on the back of the green ox and continued towards the mansion. I never knew that the abilities of these street guards were not as high as those of Zhu Kuai. The two of them were humble, even vague, and their moves were consistent and very particular. When they attacked together, their offense and defense were clearly integrated, almost forcing the young man who was already worried about his future back into Bafang Street.
After all, the green bull is just a green bull. Although it can block arrow feathers with its hooves, it is also a bit inconvenient when Yun Zhong has no time to care. First, he needs to keep Qiao Lan on his back, and when he comes, he has to avoid the hot pursuit in Bafang Street. The reluctant Jianghu people and the crossbow-wielding people were naturally unable to look at each other, and sometimes they became furious and angry.
After fighting with the people in Baiqiong Tower earlier, probably all the martial arts people in Bafang Street knew that Yun Zhong's sword was quick. Although he deliberately did not harm the lives of others, at most it only temporarily cut out the people's tendons, which was not considered serious. The mark on the street made it necessary for them to rest for three to five days and stop delivering those killing moves. Instead, it caused the street guards to change their tactics and fight with their own hands. They were not in a hurry to win and delayed for two or three days. In the sight of incense sticks, warriors were chasing after him inside and outside the streets, and six or seven people came out to block Yun Zhong's path.
Everyone present knew it well, and Yun Zhong also knew it well. The street watchers did not need to capture him alive, but only needed to hold him back. Wei Huzhou, who was the first to leave the city, was probably in danger. It is difficult to tell who gave the instructions behind this, whether it was the owner of Baiqiong Tower or the owner of Bafang Street. Now there is no need to think about it in detail.
During the fourth period of the struggle to burn incense, Yun Zhong gritted his teeth and held out a knife. He then called on one of the street guards who was good at using sleeve arrows, and pierced the shoulder with an arrow, but it also cut open one of them's chest. The long and narrow knife wound, the light of the knife spread out to an unusually long length, and the sharp edge turned again. When several people joined forces to break through, they followed the green bull to seize the road and walked away, unwilling to hold on for a moment.
The remaining street guards gathered around to see the man's injuries, but they all frowned and glanced in the direction where the young man left, feeling strange in their hearts.
The wounded street watcher's injuries were just for show, but no one in the scene could see the force of the sword just now. He only felt the sword's light like a wave, and his heart tightened immediately. Now he looked carefully. Look, the knife mark on the man's chest was just enough to break through the flesh, and it did not go deep. Even if one of them opened his mouth, it was obvious that he had withdrawn his strength at the last moment. If he had not withdrawn his strength, I am afraid that this one blow would have , this street watcher who is already physically weaker than the others, not to mention whether his life can be saved, at the very least, he has to take decoctions steadily for several months, and toss for several months and a half before he can be warmed up. come over.
"I'm sorry, you guys. I should have stopped Young Master Yun for a while, but I was incapable of doing anything. I'm so ashamed to have suffered this sudden disaster." Although the street guard had been stabbed solidly, he was feeling a little relieved now. After a few breaths, it was no big deal, but he was so ashamed that he lowered his head and hid it in the drizzle. After saying this, he didn't say a word for a long time.
"How can we not know what Shaoxia Yun is capable of?" Several people no longer looked in the direction where Yun Zhong left, nor did they chase him out of Bafang Street. The street guard who was always kind-faced headed them walked straight to Walking to the side of the wounded man, he sat down on the half-cut horse hitching post by the side of the road without caring. Looking around, he saw that the bluestone road was full of knife marks. He smiled from ear to ear in an instant, "When Young Master Yun first arrived, , the street owner sent me to use my stealth skills to watch the people on the street compete with Yun Shaoxia, but no one could walk seriously for a few minutes. When the three pillars of incense were stopped, no one would blame me and the others. Brothers and sisters are rare in the world. I took it for granted at the time, but I never thought that outside of the world, there would be such a few friends that I always talked about. You guys are so sincere. If you risk your life to stop me, the clay figurine will still be angry. Really If I cut off your head on the spot, we and the others will lose another sibling."
"After ten years in the martial arts world, I originally waited for seven or eight people, but now only half of them are left. I have talked about this with Young Master Yun. I think I was able to delay two or three sticks of incense today because you and I were so messy. The kung fu is not bad, and secondly, Young Master Yun did not use any real methods, but always thought about not hurting me and others."
Patting the shoulder of the person next to him, the man stood up, turned his back to the street, and smiled against the wind and rain.
"Then since it is Shaoxia Yun's benevolence, we don't want to end up with such a reputation of being ungrateful. We spend a few sticks of incense just to make amends for Shaoxia Yun. The street owner still needs a few of my people, so it won't be a problem."
The area outside the city was in chaos.
When Wei Huzhou arrived outside the city, there was only one man left here who almost left his left arm near the car tent. He stood with a knife and frowned, as if he had never thought that that man must be a Jianghu. How could this scoundrel man be so determined to leave himself here even at the risk of his own life? Looking at the figure that had turned to charcoal, I felt strange.
But Wei Huzhou, who arrived shortly after, made the man's brows knot into two knots, and kept looking at him without caring about his damaged left arm.
Just because Wei Huzhou just glanced at the piles of corpses scattered around the field, and the charred pieces that were no longer human-like, and then his expression did not change at all, he stepped forward, his fists spread out, and there was no trace of anger or sadness on his face. He Jingjing, even the posture of his fists, was a bit unremarkable.
"We were cared for by these people all the way, but it's a pity that we didn't know until we came to the city that these people were the people we were looking for. The street owner ordered us to get rid of them all. Everyone had their own ambitions, so we had to kill them all." The man was still suspicious, so he He raised his eyebrows at the young man in front of him and smiled, very unscrupulously, "But having said that, I have been away from Xuanhua City for a few years and have traveled through many remote rivers and lakes, but I have rarely seen such a weak warrior in the rivers and lakes. It didn't take much effort on our part. They have all been killed, except for the leader who is capable. It is a pity that he sacrificed his life to attract the fire and thunder, and did not take my life. On the contrary, my whole body was not left."
But even though the man tried his best to find hurtful things, the young man's expression did not change at all. He just continued to raise his fists, stepping on the fallen reeds and bloody cement step by step, and walked towards the man.
The rain that had been falling for two or three days finally showed signs of stopping.
The wind that has lasted for hundreds of miles has stopped here, and the rain has no body and disappears in anger.
In just such an instant, Wei Huzhou advanced and instantly punched the man's face with both fists. The latter was still standing with his sword in his hand. He had no idea that the punches were as fast as the flow of a river, and his majestic figure was blown out of his body. Three feet away, he fell into the bloody cement slurry. The young man didn't say a word, but just stepped forward, like an old ape beating a drum on the battlefield and chiseling a mountain. He punched him hundreds of times until the rain stopped and the breeze stopped.
When someone came to the city lord's house today, there was no need for his servants to go and report it. The city lord of Xuanhua City just walked out of the house barefoot and hurriedly welcomed the people to the house. The servants and servants in the house were all accustomed to it, so no one said a few words. , everyone knows that the city lord of Xuanhua City has everything to do with the sky, but he is very respectful to one person, that is the Bafang Street owner. After all, he is rich and powerful because of this person, so how can he not know how to put away the prestige of such a city lord.
"In the final analysis, Bafang Street is all a group of businessmen. No matter how much money the family has, or whether it is to support the family or the soldiers, it cannot be shown to the public. There is no need for the city lord to tell me about this. I just know how to measure it. ." The street owner did not show any politeness when he sat down, nor did he show off. He spoke directly, "It is not uncommon for chaos to happen on weekdays. The city owner is busy, so it is natural for Bafang Street to handle it on its own. But now someone wants to touch the foundation of Bafang Street. If this is the case. If it can be done, Bafang Street will be even more difficult to move forward in the future, and it may not be possible to reproduce the grand scene today, so I came here to ask for help."
The wealthy city lord, whose face was pockmarked, pondered for a moment, still a little undecided.
"What did the street owner say? Bafang Street is the lifeblood of Xuanhua City. If we encounter such a disaster, we will do our best to help. Unfortunately, at present, the crossbow soldiers in the city have already borrowed less than half of the street owner. If there is a commotion, If this matter has not been solved for a long time, I am afraid that many people will see it clearly. I really don’t dare to do more of such taboo things."
Before he finished speaking, the young-looking man smiled gently and said, "The city lord is worthy of being a businessman back then. His ability to do business is quite good. But let me put it bluntly, there is no relationship between you and me." Between you and me, Bafang Street in Xuanhua City has always been talked about together. The city lord has a handle on me. I also know the city lord very well. If one of the two is wrong, the other must be the same. If we want to follow the trend of decline, we are already dependent on each other, so how can we have such a calculation?"
After a few sticks of incense, when the man left the city lord's mansion again, there were already hundreds of soldiers standing outside the door, all carrying crossbows and holding knives, waiting silently.
The owner of Bafang Street didn't say anything, he just looked back at the City Lord's Mansion and left with a sneer.
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