At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"Zhen Youqian, what kind of enchanting soup did the deposed emperor give them to make them so loyal?"

Mei Xingyun's voice seemed to float out of the abyss, and the hand holding the bow couldn't help but tremble.

He was just a young man who was used to eating, drinking and having fun. The bloodiest scene he had ever seen was just hunting a hare or pheasant and then roasting it and eating it.

There are servants to deal with it, let alone kill people...

"How do I know, dogs like to eat shit."

Zhen Youqian's fingers were trembling slightly, but he still forced himself to calm down and stared ahead. Following Si Yuandao's drumming, he applied poison, drew the bow, and released the arrow in one go.

The deposed emperor's decree was changed overnight, and the weather was good this year. It was thanks to the emperor's blessing that he had to pay a dragon's favor tax.

On the other hand, if there is a natural disaster, people in disaster-free areas will still have to pay more taxes. It is said that disaster relief is used by the people. In fact, not a single copper coin goes to the disaster area.

Everyone had the same doubt. Even people like Xu Lu, who came from a wealthy family, felt that the deposed emperor was not as good as the current emperor.

Xie Zhushu's archery skills were average, so he was only responsible for transporting poisons from a few old doctors. As the saying goes, medicine and poison do not separate families. Being in the mountains and countryside, there are many poisonous things.

Xie Zhushu put down a bundle of poisoned arrows at his cousin's feet. The young man's face was full of confusion, "Brother, do you think Rong Shi can really bring back reinforcements from Dongxing Town?"

"Okay, the master of the house has a good reputation among the people. If something happens, the officials of Dongxing Town will definitely not be able to get a good deal." Xie Zhuqing lowered his eyes and picked up the arrow.

In fact, he didn't know for sure. Although Mr. Si had arranged it like this, Dongxing Town was a town...how many big soldiers could there be in the town.

With another drum sound, the feather arrow shot out again.

Not far behind Hulukou, the bodyguards and guards were ambushing, and they were shocked in their hearts that Si Yuandao, a civilian official, could actually command the battle.

One of the bodyguards looked back in the direction of the camp and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect those scholars to be able to shoot arrows. I always thought they couldn't carry it on their shoulders or lift it with their hands."

"I heard that I don't understand what kind of art that is. I heard that all wealthy scholars have to learn that stuff."

The big man sniffed, feeling hungry for the sword in his hand.

These stinky escorts just live with their heads tied to their belts, and they might be taken away by the Lord of Hell one day.

If it weren't for the lack of farmland at home, who would have thought of this life of licking blood for the sake of the family's livelihood.

Fortunately, the bodyguard and the Xie family seemed to be quite nice, so Xue Ren was not afraid of death!

He believed that those who were alive would be able to take good care of his family.

I don't know when the drum beat slowed down, and the number of arrows gradually decreased.

Qianhu's lips curled up, knowing that they didn't have many arrows left.

With a wave of their hands, the Jin Yiwei armed with their refined embroidered spring knives stepped on the bodies of their companions and entered through the gourd mouth.

The head of the military escort jumped out from the shadows, raised his knife and cut off the head of a guard in uniform, and the blood splashed all over him.

He didn't bother to wipe it, he just raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, let me kill these sons of bitches."

There was a suspicion in his mind that the signal flare... might have been set off by someone from the escort agency.

After all, the guard boy of Xie Mansion and the Marquis of Jiangling both share a community of interests, so there is no reason to put Xie Yuheng in a disadvantageous position.

As for those scholars with foreign surnames, they don't look very bright, they look like nerds, and they are not suitable for this kind of thing.

If this is true, I am afraid that the reputation of his Wu family's escort agency will be completely ruined, Yu Zhaotang's business will no longer be able to be taken over, and the brothers will also be exposed to the consequences and be criticized by thousands of people.

It would be better to fight to the death, and if you win, you will lose all your merits, but if you lose... you will also leave your innocence in the world.

Fortunately, the entrance was narrow and Jinyiwei could not enter in large numbers at the same time. They were able to deal with it in a short time. The escorts felt that Si Yuandao's vision in choosing the camp was really vicious.

Fang chopped down a guard in imperial robes, and the guard's head accidentally glanced at him, which made him shudder, "Zhang Changfu——"

In that compartment, a tall and thick man was holding a big sword, only one step away from Si Yuandao, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"If you die, those stupid scholars will definitely be in chaos."

"When you die, and that boy named Xie dies too, my son will be a child prodigy in Jingzhou, hahahaha."

Si Yuandao drew his sword with a calm expression and cut off the sleeves and robes that were in the way, "Shu Zi deceived me about my old age, but the sword in my hand is not old."

There is a huge disparity in strength between the two, but Si Yuandao does not confront them head-on. He advances and retreats in a measured manner, which means that he can overcome strength with softness.

Xie Zhuqing pointed the arrow at the two fighting men for a while, then gritted his teeth and shot at the leaping Jin Yiwei.

The arrow was poisonous and he didn't dare to bet whether it would miss the target.

On the mountain near Hulukou, several people were climbing up with difficulty.

The two boys were carrying a strange object in their hands. The young master said it was a lama and could be used to amplify the sound.

That's strange. Shouldn't the lama be in the temple?

At the critical moment of life and death, the young master still played the flute, and the eldest master really ignored it and continued to do whatever he wanted.

Alas, what kind of businessman does not know the hatred of his country's subjugation, but still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river! It's pity that they are servants and they are committing sin by following the wrong master.

Hearing the shout from the head of the Wu escort below, the brother and sister turned around halfway up the mountain to look. I saw a few people from the nursing home trying to rush to Si Yuandao, but they were blocked by the Jin Yiwei.

As for Xie Zhushu, who was holding a big mallet and wanted to step forward to help, he was kicked away by Zhang Changfu.

Instead, the commander was distracted from traveling far away and was almost injured.

Xie Yuheng looked back at Xie Mingli, who nodded and led the two boys ahead.

Xie Yuheng patted Suzaku on the shoulder, and Suzaku immediately understood.

The 'little boy in red' followed slowly behind the three of them, sometimes touching the leaves, sometimes poking at the bird's nest with a wooden stick.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Xie Yuheng's boy was even more depressed. In the past, the young master was very smart, but tonight he was like a stupid son of a landlord. Could it be that he was really possessed by a ghost.

Thinking of this, both of them shuddered.

My waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and I no longer huff and puff when I climb a mountain.

I feel like I can plow three acres of land with a rake at once, and I can walk very fast while carrying a big wooden horn.

The stars are shining brightly, and the green mountains are stained with dark colors.

A few breezes ruffled the hair of the young man in red. Xie Yuheng raised the dark sniper rifle under the tree in the mountain, his finger hovering over the trigger.

There was a look of solemnity on the little face with a jade-like face. He was observing the two fighting men through the magnifying glass, and he was quickly calculating Zhang Changfu's next position in his mind.

I saw Xie Zhushu getting up again with a big mallet, and Zhang Changfu smiled cruelly, raising his knife to chop off the boy's head.

A flash of red light flashed in Xie Yuheng's eyes, and he lowered his finger. A bullet flew out silently, passed through the noisy night, penetrated Zhang Changfu's neck and shot into the soil behind him.

Zhang Changfu felt a burning pain in his neck, as if something had passed through it, and heat flowed into his clothes.

Before he could raise his hand to touch, Xie Zhushu hit him on the head with a big mallet, again and again, and again...