Zhaixing Pavilion lists hundreds of soldiers in the world, but there are four weapons that are not commented on, thinking that they are evil. The four evil weapons are: Netherworld ghost hand, soul-catching rope, dragon bone ax, and five ten-square swords.
Jiudian calls himself the envoy of hell and earns money to kill people. He is feared and hated by people in the world. If we talk about evil sects in the world, Jiudian should be at the top.
It seems logical for the evil sect to use evil soldiers. Jiu Dian kills people for speed and stability, and the weapons they usually use are ghost hands, soul hooks, and dragon bone axes.
Pingshang was originally a paradise. The people here were self-sufficient, did not compete with others, and lived a quiet and comfortable life. This has been going on for hundreds of years.
However, Xia Muren brought his personal guards here half a month ago. Although everyone was self-disciplined, the frequent exchanges of hundreds of people still broke the tranquility here.
Although the tranquility is gone, tranquility is still there. The original master's daily life has not changed drastically because of this. He still works at sunrise and rests at sunset. The grains on the ground are growing exceptionally well this year. The rice plants in the mountain fields are golden, and the ears are so full and long that they bend the waist of the plants. Although there are mountain fields on Pingshang, due to irrigation restrictions, only 800 acres of rice can be planted, which is only four or five acres per household. The two families worked for two or three days, and the harvest would be completed in three days at most. Therefore, the original master has always waited for the rice grains to be ripe before harvesting in summer. Today is the day to cut off the stubble, and all the old and strong laborers have gone to the fields.
"Is the prince inside?" Xiao Junzi hurriedly walked into the courtyard where Xia Muren stayed, and asked the guard at the door with an anxious look on his face. He was the bodyguard of Prince Yi's Mansion. When he knew that Xia Muren was coming to Pingzhou, he ignored his wife who was about to give birth and forcibly followed her. In his opinion, Xia Muren's safety was more important than his own life, or even more important than the lives of everyone in the world, including his wife and his son.
"Master Xiao, you are here. Your Majesty did not go out today." the guard reported.
Xiao Junzi heard this and hurried to the courtyard.
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"Gentleman, what happened? Are you in such a hurry?" Seeing Junzi Xiao walking in a hurry, Ping Bufan asked with a frown. In the past few days, the two brothers have been hiding in this courtyard, protecting Xia Muren personally.
"Mr. Pingda, people are here! There are so many, I'm afraid..." He was interrupted by Ping Bufan mid-sentence, "Don't say anything anymore, go inside and report to the prince, quickly!"
They had already known that the enemy would come in the next few days, and had made sufficient plans. But when they heard that they were really coming, they couldn't help but panic. The enemy is Prince Yun's Mansion, the Salt Gang, and the Nine Palaces, which people in the world talk about with disgrace. No matter how solid the defense is, it may not be complete.
After Xiao Junzi entered, Ping Bufan took out the Qiankun Circle from behind, swirled two rays of silver light, and glanced around with cold eyes.
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"Boom! Boom! Boom!" After knocking on the door three times, Xiao Junzi reported outside the door: "Your Majesty, my subordinate has something to report!"
Xia Muren was writing a memorial at his desk. When he heard him calling the door, he put down the wolf hair and pushed Mo Yan away. The flood in Pingzhou left endless consequences. The money, people, and materials he had on hand were far from enough for post-disaster reconstruction, and the court's support had not yet arrived. Even though he had the ability to transform decay, he felt that it was too short.
"Gentleman, come in!" Xia Muren called out after finishing clearing the desk. Ah Tong, who was standing by the side, heard the words and went to the door and opened it.
"Master Tong!" The door opened, Xiao Junzi nodded and greeted A Tong.
Ah Tong did not answer, only nodded slightly. He has always been cold and arrogant, and nodding to Mr. Xiao was a rare kindness. He naturally knew that Mr. Xiao's loyalty to Xia Muren was not inferior to his own, and he could die for him at any time. Based on this alone, Mr. Xiao deserves his kindness.
"Gentleman, why are you in such a hurry?" Xia Muren stood up, swept his sleeves across the desk, and said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, they are here!" Xiao Junzi stabilized his breath and bowed to report, "There are many people!"
"How much?" Before Xia Muren could ask, A Tong spoke first.
"About...eight hundred people!" Xiao Junzi gritted his teeth and replied. Eight hundred... I thought the enemy would send out at most four or five hundred, but unexpectedly eight hundred came. And it seems that his skills are not weak.
Ah Tong's eyelids flashed, his face turned livid, and his hands clenched with a "puff, puff" sound. After a long time, he said coldly: "Then kill all these eight hundred people!"
After Xia Muren heard Xiao Junzi announce the word "eight hundred", he couldn't help but frown. The number of enemies coming was far more than he imagined.
"Dismiss the residents of the original area, send people with my golden order to the foot of the mountain to ask Yi Zuhui to bring troops to help, and inform all the eminent monks in Kuchan Temple. Go!" Xia Muren sighed and ordered in a deep voice.
Xiao Junzi got the clear order and hurriedly retreated.
"A Tong, life and death are determined. At this point, we can only do our best." Seeing A Tong's gloomy expression, Xia Muren chuckled softly, "I put a pot of wine in the side hall. I have been very busy recently and have never had time to drink it. . It’s rare that I’m free today. Just have a few drinks with me. You’ve suffered too much these years!”
Ah Tong looked up at Xia Muren, her eyes as bright as stars, nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the side hall. The moment he turned around, tears burst into his eyes.
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"Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!" Yiqi acted hard and was about to reach the bottom of the mountain. Suddenly, several flying knives shot out from the side of the mountain road and stuck into his neck and waist.
"Bang!" The horse was still running forward, but the man on it fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened, and he was struggling to die. He was stabbed in the neck and blood splattered all over the floor. It was obvious that he would not survive.
Several people walked out of the shade of the mountain road and walked to him. They saw several large stab wounds on his arms and calves. They kicked him several times on the waist. When they saw no reaction, one person said: "He had suffered injuries earlier." I'm injured, I thought I was blocked from the front, the higher ups should have taken action. You guys wait here, I'll report to Master Chu."
After saying this, he disappeared into the shade of the trees and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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Murderous intent is as real as substance.
More than a thousand people stood in front of the ancestral hall without saying a word. Those near the ancestral hall were all dressed in traditional attire, while those on the opposite side were all dressed in black and masked, with the exception of eight people.
These eight people wore black cloaks and black capes on their heads, and each of their hands clasped a black ghost hand.
"There are actually eight masters from the Nine Halls here? Haha, who is Gang Leader Zhang?" Old Monk Xuan Yue asked coldly as he stood guard in front of the ancestral hall.
"Huh~~~"
"Huh~~~"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eight masters attacked together.
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It was already noisy outside. The sound of metal clashing, screams, shouts, and curses passed through the two door walls and entered Xia Muren's study.
Ah Tong held the wine glass and listened attentively. The more she listened, the more frightened she became, and her face became more serious. He wanted to get out and use the kunai clone technique.
"Why bother with him? It's useless to think too much, why not have another drink!" Xia Muren sneered while pouring the wine. In the courtyard where he lived, there were only eight eyes and two flats and twenty guards, while the eight hundred people outside the door rushed here with all their strength.
"Smoke! I hope Yi Zuhui can understand, I hope it's not too late." Xia Muren murmured. Yi Zuhui was the adjutant of Pingzhou disaster relief. Three days ago, Xia Muren sent an order to him to summon soldiers from a hundred miles radius of Pingshan to stand by at the foot of Pingshan. By this time, nearly 4,000 people had gathered at the foot of the mountain. He had guessed that the people who came down the mountain to report the news might be intercepted, so he sent people to find freshly cut straw and burned it. White smoke rising into the sky is the best way to send a letter asking for help. However, the disaster relief soldiers are militiamen. Not to mention killing enemies on the battlefield, they rarely use swords and guns a few times, so one can imagine their weak combat power.
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"Grandpa, there was a fight between two groups of people in the original area. Those men in black were so vicious..." A playful little boy fled from the original source to the field, tightly holding on to the clothes of an old man with a white beard. Corner, he said with lingering fear.
