Xiao Zhang opened his eyes with some difficulty, seeing the tense expressions on the faces of these ordinary people around him, his mood became a little weird.
In the eyes of ascetics, he is a lunatic who only knows how to fight. He is afraid of him. How long ago did someone really respect and protect him
At that time, he said that the winter wild tea in Fengyang County was good, just because he really felt that this tea was countless times better than the Dahongpao that Liang Wangsun loved to drink, and he never thought that it would bring any benefits to the people in this remote county
However, these ordinary people, whom he didn't even bother to look at, were standing in front of him at this moment, even though they were obviously terrified to death, and the hand holding the knife was trembling, they refused to leave.
All of a sudden, he felt that apart from those exhilarating battles in his life, he had done other things that were not bad.
For example, Luoshui rescued Wang Po in the snowstorm back then, for example, he praised the winter wild tea in this small county.
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The simple but aggressive folk customs of Fengyang City have been fully reflected at this moment.
The men standing on the stone steps of Qibaozhai and the people who kept shouting outside are all proof.
But the expressions of the court masters and the soldiers of the Divine Crossbow Battalion did not change at all.
The expressions of those Taoists in Tsing Yi were even more indifferent.
In their eyes, no matter Xiao Zhang or the people of Fengyang County, they are no different from dead people.
The Taoist in Tsing Yi walked up the stone steps.
Seeing that a bloody incident is about to happen, many people will die in Fengyang County today.
It doesn't matter to the Taoist in Tsing Yi, no matter how many people die, he only needs to use the word "civilian change" to explain it.
The most miserable of course are these people who are about to die and the chief officer.
The chief official of Fengyang County is of course the county magistrate, but fortunately for him, in order to prepare for tomorrow's Winter Tea Party, the prefect of Fengcheng Prefecture has already arrived.
No matter what happened today, the one who needs to be responsible in the end, of course, should be the prefect.
Naturally, the magistrate would not allow this bloodshed to happen.
The magistrate of Fengcheng has reached middle age, with a clear face and gray temples, quite majestic.
He bowed his hands to the Taoists in Tsing Yi and said, "Several Taoists, please wait for a while."
The Taoist in Tsing Yi should know that he is a disciple of King Xiang. Hearing this, he stopped in his tracks, his expression still indifferent.
"You stupid people only want to show off your courage for a while, but you want to put all of me, young and old, in Fengyang City in a place of injustice!"
The magistrate looked at the tea merchant and the people on the stone steps, and said with a stern expression: "Who is the Xiao Zhang you are protecting? He is a madman who kills without blinking an eye! Does a person like him have any real affection for you?" It was just a casual remark back then, why did you risk your life to protect it?"
Someone in the crowd said loudly: "Now our tea is selling so well, every family can earn money, don't we need to thank you?"
The magistrate sternly shouted: "Why can the wild tea in Fengyang City sell so well? It is because the imperial court repaired the pier for you, opened the merchant ship, and made this tea as a tribute. I want to thank you and I should thank the imperial court even more. , not this criminal who is wanted by the court!"
The people around were slightly agitated, and then started discussing. Although they haven't dispersed yet, at least they are not as nervous as before.
Xiao Zhang squinted his eyes, looked at the magistrate and said, "You're good at talking."
The magistrate looked resolute and said: "You don't have to threaten me, I'm not afraid of you, if you don't want to listen to me, just kill me."
Xiao Zhang said: "If it was in the past, you would be dead by now."
The magistrate stared at the white paper on his face and yelled sharply: "So what if you die? I stand up to the world and speak out for the people, and I deserve to die, but you are just a criminal wanted by the court. You will only bully the weak and kill innocent people indiscriminately! Really! Heinous crimes, no redemption for ten thousand deaths!"
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"Xiao Zhang has a violent temper. During the battle, he killed many cultivators under his command. He is really not a good person, but if he bullies the weak and kills innocent people indiscriminately... this is not something he will do, not that he is unwilling to do it. It's that he doesn't bother to do it."
In the crowd, Hu Thirty-two whispered to Chen Changsheng.
Today's Fengyang County has come to many imperial court masters, as well as the Divine Crossbow Battalion, and the most important thing is those Taoist priests in Tsing Yi.
If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Zhang may really usher in the end of death.
When Hu Thirty-two whispered to Chen Changsheng, looking at his expression, he just wanted to know what His Majesty the Pope was thinking.
The one who can change the situation in the arena is naturally Chen Changsheng and his party.
At this moment, Hu Thirty-two suddenly discovered that Zhexiu, who had been staying with the Pope all along, was gone.
"You don't know us, otherwise you wouldn't say this, let alone look at him when you speak."
Tang Thirty-Six said to him: "Look, Zhe Xiu doesn't need to look at him, he just left."
Hu Thirty-two didn't understand what he meant until the next moment he heard the sharp sound of breaking through the air from above the stone steps.
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It has been three years since the imperial court hunted down Xiao Zhang, and the hunting team kept changing people, but apart from the Tianji Pavilion assassins hiding in the dark, the main force still came from the Ministry of Punishment.
Several masters from the Ministry of Punishment dispersed the crowd, blocked Xiao Zhang's retreat path, untied the iron chains on his body, and ran towards Xiao Zhang.
Those iron chains and techniques with a sinister aura were much inferior to those of the six servants among the five members of the Tang family, but they were faintly descended from the same strain and had their own power.
At this time, Xiao Zhang was almost unable to stand still, how could he avoid these iron chains.
If you can't avoid it, then don't avoid it.
Being unable to avoid it does not mean being unable to fight anymore.
He closed his eyes, thinking about which move he should use later to pick one of those Tsing Yi Taoist priests to death, and then jumped into the river.
Even if he dies, he will die in accordance with his name, so he has to be more arrogant.
But at the next moment, he didn't feel the cold and heavy iron chain around his neck, but heard a series of dense noises.
Those sounds were very crisp, obviously the impact of metal, but too crisp, like metal breaking.
He opened his eyes and looked, only to see fragments of iron chains flying everywhere in the light in front of his eyes, which was actually quite beautiful.
In the depths of those iron chain fragments, there are some extremely sharp traces hidden, but it is impossible to tell what kind of weapon it is.
The Taoists in Tsing Yi watched the iron chains in the hands of the masters of the Ministry of Punishment break, their pupils shrank slightly, and they flew towards the top of the stone steps.
They ignored the sharp aura that chopped the iron chain, and their purpose was very clear, which was to kill Xiao Zhang.
Several extremely dark sword lights pierced towards Xiao Zhang's vitals from an extremely strange angle.
These Taoists in Tsing Yi come from Changchun Temple in Luoyang, and they practice the orthodox Taoism of the state religion. In a sense, they are the same as Chen Changsheng, but I don’t know if it’s because Changchun Temple has been hidden in the night of history for too many years. The law will appear even more strange and unpredictable.
But their swords still failed to kill Xiao Zhang.
There were dense and crisp metal impacts on the stone steps again.
Several extremely deep invisible traces tore through the morning light, leaving afterimages in the air on the stone steps, which looked like a wolf's claw.