Da Bong fights more people

"Why did he kill the emperor? Is the old emperor the king of a country? Heaven and earth do not tolerate regicides? The reputation he has accumulated so hard? Just ruined it once, wait, he can also kill regicides?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan heard Zhong Li's soft voice say:

"He has reached the third rank, the emperor deserves to die, and the common people applauded."

She doesn't know how to tell stories, but with such a short sentence, the sound of heavy breathing came from the room.

"This this........"

With a grunt, as if swallowing: "Can you tell me about it?"

Zhong Li briefly told Yang Qianhuan what had happened during this period of time. The narration was straightforward and the sentences were short, just to restore what happened without too much description.

But the breathing in the room became more and more heavy.

"Damn, hate..."

The sound of beating the wall was heard, accompanied by Yang Qianhuan's envious voice:

"Why did he do all the limelight by himself? If he is a fool and has no way, Xu will cut him down? Why not Yang, I am so envious......

"After killing the emperor, all the people in the capital clapped their hands and applauded, and all the loyal and upright people praised him. From then on, he became famous and became the topic of countless people. You don't have to pay for food when you go out...... .”

Yang Qian imagined that the people in the capital were cheering, shouting "Yang Qianhuan is not born in the sky, and he will honor the ages like a long night", shouting "Mr. Yang is really honoring his conscience", and then he stood on a high place, With his back to all sentient beings, he said leisurely:

Inviting the bright moon to pick up the stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Thinking about it, Young Master Yang trembled uncontrollably.

It can be foreseen that Xu Qi'an will be famous in history, leaving several rich and colorful strokes in the history of Dafeng.

"This bastard, it's enough to show off in the eyes of the world. He still wants to show off in front of future generations... But, I really can't imitate this kind of behavior, so I can't be reconciled."

Zhong Li comforted: "If Senior Brother Yang is here, his name will definitely go down in history, but it's a pity that Senior Brother is retreating at the bottom of the building."

"What, what do you mean?"

Yang Qianhuan's voice trembled a little.

"Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and others intercepted the emperor's clone outside the city and made outstanding contributions. They were nominated in this morning's announcement. Also, Xu Qi'an told me at the time that it would be fine if Senior Brother Yang didn't retreat.

"Your teleportation is very useful, but it's a pity that you are locked here by the teacher."

After Zhong Li finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan didn't respond for a while. She seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, she shrank her head, and slipped away in small steps.

A few seconds later, Yang Qianhuan's heartbroken cry came from behind him:

"This Si Tianjian, don't wait!!!"

...........

Yunzhou.

Where the mountains are overlapping, the majestic city is built on the mountain, the houses and attics are hidden in the forest, the crowds are like weaving, and it is very lively.

The name of this city is Qianlong!

The city has a population of more than [-], composed of Yunzhou commoners, scattered people from Jianghu, desperadoes, and the army. They make a living from farming and hunting.

The most powerful person in the city is the city lord. Under his governance, Qianlong City is in good order. Even the desperadoes who come here have to restrain their violent temperament obediently.

And those scattered people who were dissatisfied with the Dafeng court called Qianlong City a pure land and the city lord a virtuous lord.

As for the people who were taken captive from various parts of Yunzhou to increase the population, they settled here with peace of mind because they lived a relatively prosperous life here.

Outside Qianlong City, there are cottages used to garrison troops, responsible for looting, serving as defensive posts, and training recruits.

Outside the city, a group of soldiers led more than 300 militiamen to cut down trees and widen the roads, preparing to tamp the foundation in this area and build new houses to accommodate the refugees who have just arrived.

The leader was a handsome young man, bare-chested, with a big ax in his hand, chopping trees one by one.

The muscles bulged with his movements, full of masculine beauty.

An old man in Taoist robes stood aside, looking at this young master who was clearly cultivated to the highest level, but was struggling to cut down trees just like ordinary men.

The old Taoist sighed and said, "Young master, this piece of geomantic omen is so good, it's really a waste of money for refugees to live in."

"It's okay, it's okay, come to Qianlong City, we are all our own people."

The healthy young man wiped off his sweat and continued to cut.

The old Taoist with the Taoist name Jiaoye smiled freely. He was originally a wandering Taoist priest, and he learned a lot.

A few years ago, he was wanted by the local government because he was not angry with the dog officials who oppressed the good people. He was wanted by the local government, and then wandered to Yunzhou. By chance, he entered Qianlong City.

After staying here for a few years, he was appreciated by the seventh son of the city lord, Ji Xuan, who was the young man in front of him, and recruited him as a guest.

The old Taoist was a little apprehensive at first, after all, the wild cranes are used to the idle clouds, they don't know the rules, and they don't want to understand them, so they can't do the job of doing errands for others.

Unexpectedly, this young master is more idle than him, wandering around the city all day long, drinking and gambling with desperadoes, chatting with the people in the market about prey and harvest.

He is also a good hand at work, doing it by himself, working with soldiers and civilian husbands.

In Qianlong City, anyone who mentions Young Master Ji Xuan will show a friendly smile.

The Banana Leaf Master hates iron for not being a steel road:

"Young master, now that Ji Qian is dead, you should also show your strength and fight for the position of heir. Why are you so slack? You used to hide your strengths and bide your time, and I understand you poorly. If you don't fight now, when will you wait?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"Daoist, those things are mine if my father gives them to me. I can't take them away if I don't give them to me."

Banana Leaf stomped her feet in an old-fashioned way: "Then you have to behave yourself."

The young man stopped felling, raised the ax in his hand, and smiled brightly: "I have been doing it."

At this time, an armored guard came and said loudly: "Young Master Ji Xuan, the City Lord ordered you to go to Guanxing Pavilion."

The young man and the old man smiled at each other.

...........

The Guanxing Pavilion is on the top of the mountain, so you can climb up and look far away.

Ji Xuan put on a brand new blue robe, and walked along the stone steps laid in the mountains, finally came to a forest garden.

"Young Master Xuan!"