The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

"Tan Gao, Zheng Biao, what's up with you?"

Zheng Biao, with a scar on his face, cupped his fists and said, "Saint, Yang Tong, the father of the dog official Yang Lin, is now in Taiping Prefecture to pay homage to his younger brother. This is a golden opportunity. The subordinates and others are going to kill him." This thief is a bird, avenging the brothers who died in the sect."

When Fang Miaolian heard this, she was very reluctant, because just a few days after her birthday, they were going to provoke the government again.

The child in her arms can't stand the toss anymore, she just wants to raise Fang Le in her arms properly.

If Yang Tong was killed, then Yang Lin would be willing to give up because of his high position and authority. I'm afraid he would have to turn Jiangnan upside down.

After the nest was overturned, how could Le'er in his arms be spared.

Fang Miaolian raised her hand slightly, and said: "The teaching has encountered this difficulty, and its vitality has been greatly injured. Now that the officers and soldiers are temporarily gathered together, it is a good time for us to recuperate. We must not lightly cause trouble. Yang Tong is not an idler. No matter how many times we fought, we couldn't kill him. Now his son has become an important minister of the court, and his subordinates are like a cloud of eagles and dogs. How can he be so easy to deal with? It is unwise to kill a few more brothers in the sect for no reason. "

Tan Gao's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "If you have a grudge, it's not a human being to take revenge. The saint's words are unforgivable. Brothers, I will take revenge myself, and I will definitely not hurt the saint."

Fang Miaolian left with trembling hands after speaking. Recently, some rumors have spread in the church, saying that when the saint was rescued that day, her clothes were disheveled and haggard, and the bed was a mess, with faint bloodstains.

Combined with the time when the saint gave birth, it coincided with that time. There are many smart people in the Ming Cult who have already begun to wonder if Fang Le is the reincarnation of King Ming, or is he simply the evil seed of the enemy.

Although Fang Qifo and others tried their best to suppress it, and the officers and soldiers were eager to pursue it, Mingjiao had no time to fight among themselves, so this incident has not yet broken out.

Now the officers and soldiers stopped chasing, and after everyone was free, the ups and downs about this matter became more and more intense.

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Taiping Prefecture, Jiangxin Pavilion.

Lu Taixuan sat on the ground and said with a smile: "It's still the river wind on the big river, which blows people comfortably. Kaifeng Prefecture, Bianliang, and Tokyo Metropolis, even the wind has the fragrance of women's powder, isn't it?" It’s hard to say, it’s easy to get tired.”

Several people laughed, and Yang Tong sighed: "It's a pity that Xiao Liu must like Bianliang."

Lei Dong took over the quarrel and said, "Among us brothers, Lin'er is more like the sixth son, and Zhaodefang is like a daughter's country, and that kid is still happy to fill it in. A few days ago, he chased the fourth brother and begged for money. I don’t know what his body is made of.”

Yang Tianai, who was pouring wine for him, pouted and said angrily, "Fifth Grandfather, you won't allow you to call me foster father."

Seeing her reaction, several people laughed.

Lu Taixuan's ears moved suddenly, and he winked. The pavilion is full of life and death brothers, and they have a tacit understanding for half a lifetime, and they are all alert.

Lei Dong even gently protected Yang Tianai behind him. Suddenly there was a sound in the water, and someone jumped out with one hand climbing the bottom corner of the pavilion.

The man jumped up like a cheetah, and stabbed Yang Tong's throat with a long sword.

Yang Tong's body was as fat as a mountain of meat, but his movements were extremely agile. He dodged to block the way of the approaching person, knocked the assassin into the air with one kick, and laughed loudly: "Little guy, you are still a little tender."

The assassin held up a short dagger to block, and Gu Lu crawled aside, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and whistled, and dozens of figures jumped out of the lake.

"Zheng Biao, it turned out to be you."

Zheng Biao staggered back a few steps, the countershock force of the shattered weapon in his hand caused a sharp pain in his arm, blood in his chest surged, he couldn't speak a word, but there was still a hint of ferocity and madness on his face Mixed smiles.

"Yang Tong, today is your death day!"

Yang Tong snorted coldly, his sword beard flared angrily, he swung his hand, overturned the table, and came face to face with the assassin who came up from the water.

"A certain Yang Tong has been in hiding for 15 years since he washed his hands in the golden basin. He is very capable and uses one point. The Huainan heroes who are still under pressure can't breathe. You have always underestimated Yu so much. If you want to kill Yang Tong, there are only a few people here. , are you looking down on someone?"

After finishing his sentence, the older Ming Cultists were a little apprehensive, while the young people had no fear of this mountain of meat.

Lei Dong picked up a big knife and shouted: "Fourth brother, take little Ai'er and go first."

Yang Tong picked up two stone stools, his fighting spirit burst into flames, and his breathing became heavy.

It was a stool made of stone, and it was like a light weapon in his hand, which made all the believers tense up.

Yang Tong laughed, his waist slightly lowered and he waved the two stone benches, making a low whistling sound every time he waved.

Wherever they passed, the Assassin's Gate fell into the water and died. Just these two stools, whoever touched them died.

Tan Gao's eyes were about to burst, his arms were knotted and his muscles were knotted, and he stepped forward with a sharp knife.

Chapter 2

Yang Tong's huge body stood in front of him, he didn't notice Tan Gao jumped up behind him, Lei Dong hastily avoided his opponent and raised his knife to block it.

Tan Gao struck desperately, Lei Dong's left elbow was pierced by the blade, and the bone was almost visible in the injury.There was a shocking scar on his chest.

Yang Tong was excited to kill, turned his head to see his brother was injured, and yelled angrily like a madman.

The body like a mountain of meat rose into the air, holding a stone bench in each hand, and swung it towards Tan Gao.

Tan Gao blocked the first blow, spitting out blood, the second blow, the blade shattered, and the third blow made a hole in his chest.

After the murder, Yang Tong rolled on the ground like a meat ball, broke Zheng Biao's calf, and took the brothers behind him to kill outside the pavilion.

All the Ming Cultists were not afraid of death, but it was a pity that they had too few manpower, and the officers and soldiers chased and suppressed them for several months, and everyone was injured, and because of their lack of strength, they miscalculated Yang Tong's strength, so they were defeated.

A thin congregation in the distance jumped into the water, trying to escape.

Yang Tong's expression changed, and he said, "Fourth brother, grab him."

Just such a person who is afraid of death, it is very likely that the words will come out of his mouth, and they will know their lair, so that they can catch them all.

Lu Taixuan was the best at water, let go of Yang Tianai who was behind him with a chuckle, jumped into the water, and soon a man in black came up.

After all, they were born as salt dealers. Even if they were fighting against the rebels, Yang Tong and others did not have the habit of reporting to the officials. They left the corpses all over the floor and hurried away with the captured one.

Yang Tong was sweating all over, and said while wiping, "It's been a long time since I did anything."

Lei Dong stood up and said, "I'll go and interrogate that kid first."

Yang Tianai said dissatisfiedly: "Fifth Grandpa, don't move, let me apply this golden sore medicine for you first."

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Just after Tan Gao and Zheng Biao left, Fang Miaolian went to call Fang Qifo.

Fang Qifo dressed up as a delivery man, entered the mansion, but saw the people around the saint, busy packing things.

Entering the room, he first took a look at the baby lying in the cradle. After the little guy saw him, he smiled very happily, and his mouth was bubbling.

"Saint, is this?"

Fang Miaolian tidied it up neatly, and said: "Tan Gao refused to listen to me and insisted on killing Yang Tong. I'm sure something will happen to him, and this place may be exposed, so it's better to move out as soon as possible.

These people joined the religion late, and at the beginning, with the power of the holy religion, they fought for profit in Lianghuai. I followed my adoptive father and saw the six Yang Tong brothers with my own eyes.Now that the holy religion is in decline, they are still forced to assassinate, not to die. "

Fang Qifo was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said: "It's a pity that this yard is clean and has a household registration and land deed. It could have allowed Le'er to grow up safely."