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The person who was eating at the same table as the knight looked at the laughing man in amazement, and saw him standing up, grabbing the clothes on his chest and pulling them diagonally backwards, just like a villain in disguise in a special film showing his real body Similarly, a complete piece of clothing was unreasonably taken off by him, showing its original appearance.

Those people were shocked to find that the man was wearing the same clothes as Lin Pingzhi, and he was obviously a member of the tax collection office.

Now those third-rate martial arts people stared at the people at the same table one after another, lest some of them were pretending to be people from the tax collection office-this is the arthralgia of not being famous in the world, just like the gentleman of the Huashan School Jianyue Buqun , Songshan School's great Songyang master Fei Bin and others, even if outsiders want to impersonate, they can't deal with it, because they are well-known, and many martial arts fellows know them, and they can tell the truth from the fake at a glance.

On the contrary, people like them who are too clichéd, such as Wuhu Huanhundao and Digunquan, probably only a few people know who the corresponding person under this title is, and it is easy to impersonate.

Just like the person from the tax collection office, who claimed to be "Haihu Blast Fist Bai Junlang", he was easily fooled, and he was well-informed, and he could chat about many things, which attracted a lot of martial arts people Confidant, I almost didn't cut off the chicken head and burn yellow paper to become brothers with different surnames, and here is a good story about being sworn brothers in Taoyuan.

Who knew that he turned out to be a member of the tax collection office, which terrified the martial arts people who had talked with that person before, and the other third-rate knight-errants were in danger, lest something they said before was wrong and he would miss it, just like the legendary Just like Jin Yiwei who watched over everyone.

Although if you think about it, you can see how it is possible to support such a huge spy network with the financial situation of the Ming Dynasty that has been gradually spoiled by the civil official group, but in the eyes of martial arts people, the imperial court is a natural existence that opposes them. Just splash it on them.

And this person is undoubtedly Yue Si.

Seeing that his master was not willing to conceal his identity anymore, Lin Pingzhi immediately stood up and made way for Yue Si.

Yue Si walked quickly to the inner hall, ignored Mr. Zhang who saluted him, and started chatting with Lin Pingzhi as usual: "Lin Pingzhi, do you know what kind of person I hate the most in my life? "

"I don't know."

"Didn't I say that before?"

Lin Pingzhi looked at Yue Si who was looking at him suspiciously, and replied firmly: "Not at all."

"I didn't say it before, so I'll say it again today." Yue Si walked slowly in the inner hall with his hands behind his back: "That kind of person is called the student union of my school. They are responsible for checking hygiene, checking lateness, and running away. The number of people in the gym, but the power in the hands is like a mad dog. The school organized a group gymnastics competition. They dared to wake up people to practice on the playground during the lunch break in summer. They alone I hid in a cool place and watched, and some teachers came to see the situation, and they held up umbrellas for her very attentively... So, I hate this kind of arrogant and domineering things the most."

He said a lot of things that he didn't get, and everyone was confused, but the people in the tax collection office have long been used to Yue Si saying things that they don't understand. They just need to understand Yue Si's attitude towards this Songshan sect disciple. Very upset is enough.

"who are you?"

The Songshan sect disciple had never been humiliated in this way before, and now that he had the flag in his hand, humiliating him was equivalent to humiliating the entire Wuyue sword sect.

"Kill the dog!"

Yue Si sneered, mocking the blindness of the disciples of the Songshan School, and then waved to a staff member of the tax collection station who was dressed as a government servant. The man immediately understood, and took out a strange weapon from his body and handed it to Yue Si.

It was a strange weapon made up of pitch-black iron rods and strangely shaped wood. Before everyone could see the details clearly, Yue Si held it in his hand, pointed the end of the iron rod at the Songshan School disciple, and pushed and pulled The wooden handle on the middle and side of the iron rod, I saw the fire coming out of the hollow port, accompanied by a deafening sound.

The sudden sound frightened many people, and the faces of the heroes changed drastically. Yue Lingshan covered her ears and hid in her mother's arms.

The Songshan sect disciple's expression froze, he looked down at his chest, and saw that there were more than ten small holes, blood was continuously flowing out of it, and soon his yellow shirt was wet and red.

"What kind of firecracker, it's so powerful." Although people in the Jianghu are used to wielding knives and swords, it doesn't mean that they don't understand things like firecrackers and cannons. Let me do what I want, but the one in Yue Si's hand is obviously beyond their cognition.

"Remington M870." As a standard villain, Yue Si would answer the last question before the character died, and said the name of the gun in his hand.

With a "plop", the disciple of the Songshan School who got the answer fell to the ground, apparently unable to survive, but Yue Si did not intend to let him go, and all five bullets from the shotgun in his hand poured on his body, and then turned the gun No matter, he used the hard handguard to slam the corpse a few times.

"Pujie (gai), don't you know that your face is ugly!"

He spat on the almost inhuman corpse, and the saliva with a little nuclear energy quickly burned the corpse, just like the corrosion of corpse powder, making the disciples of the Songshan School quickly turn into a ball of mucus.

"It's so poisonous!"

The martial arts knights dared not speak when they saw this, but stared at Yue Si, who was pretending to be crazy, and were shocked. In their eyes, Yue Si did this by relying on venom, and being able to spit out this venom meant that Zhuo Yuesi is a demon who practices poisonous kung fu. Although he doesn't look unusual on the surface, he is a poisonous person through and through, and even the air he exhales is poisonous.

The knights who sat at the same table with Yue Si held their throats one after another. Although there was no abnormality in their bodies, they felt uncomfortable. Some people wanted to ask their acquaintances to take care of their relatives and arrange funeral arrangements.

This further deepened the misunderstanding of the martial arts people about the tax collection office and him as the director.

Throwing the shotgun to the staff member, Yue Si took a big sword and sat on the main seat, and said very impatiently: "Liu Zhengfeng wants to wash his hands in the gold basin, and since then he will not care about the affairs of the world, and he will serve the court wholeheartedly. , I agree with this point from my personal point of view. So we gave him this face and asked Mr. Liu to finish the ceremony properly and bid farewell to the past. Our tax office People just come for a cutscene to join in the fun, and never make a move."

"But you just don't let this golden basin go on in a safe and sound manner, just because you don't give us the face of the tax collectors, so we have to come forward to recover this face... What do you call this kind of behavior of the Songshan faction? One word ,cheap!"