Seeing Yang Fan asking Liu Junfan a question, the tall and skinny man holding the Ronin sword flew into a rage as he stood by Yang Fan's side, but Yang Fan treated him like air. "Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" With that, he slashed his sword toward Yang Fan.
The reason why he didn't immediately kill Yang Fan was because he was worried that Yang Fan didn't bring anything valuable with him. Now that Yang Fan had angered him, how could he still think of holding back?
In this kind of place, it was easier to kill a person than to kill a dog. After killing someone and throwing them into the wilderness, the officials wouldn't investigate and the people wouldn't raise a finger, so there wouldn't be any future trouble.
The tall and skinny man had just raised his sword when a huge fist flew over. "Bang!" His nose was punched and his head buzzed, then he didn't know anything else.
The others saw Yang Fan raise his hand and the tall and skinny man fell straight down. His face was covered in blood and his nose had completely collapsed into his cheeks. It was a frightening sight and they couldn't help but be shocked and angry. Immediately another person rushed over and used "Black Tiger Steals Heart". Yang Fan was just about to raise his hand to block when that person suddenly lowered his body and swept his foot toward Yang Fan's lower body.
Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh when he saw that person's feint. Yang Fan didn't move, he just bent his knees and lowered his body. That person flew up and swept his leg toward Yang Fan's leg. Yang Fan immediately screamed in pain and hugged his calf and curled up into a ball. He used a lot of strength and looking at his calf's deformed appearance, it was most likely broken.
At this time, another person took out a sharp knife from his sleeve and fiercely slashed it towards Yang Fan's chest. Yang Fan dodged to the side and raised his left leg. With a side kick, the tip of his foot hit that person's ribs. With a cracking sound, three of that person's ribs were broken. Blood spurted from his mouth as he fell into the weeds.
The remaining two people were Liu Junfan and a short and stout man. When the two of them saw how powerful Yang Fan was, they couldn't help but be surprised. Liu Junfan hesitated and didn't dare to step forward. When the stout man saw Yang Fan looking at him, he roared and waved the Ronin sword in his hand. The sword light carried a sharp whistling sound as it fiercely slashed towards Yang Fan's shoulder.
The sword light suddenly streaked past. Yang Fan didn't seem to have enough time to dodge. With a flash of the sword light, Yang Fan's shoulder and crotch were split into two. When Liu Junfan saw this, his heart was filled with joy, but then he felt a bit regretful. In his opinion, it was too easy for Yang Fan to die like this. Liu Junfan still had a lot of evil plans to use on him.
However, after the Ronin sword slashed the shadow, there was no burst of blood. Yang Fan's afterimage disappeared and his figure appeared ten feet away, standing there quietly. The stout man looked as if he had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that he roared. Instead of retreating, he moved forward and brandished the Ronin sword with all his might, slashing and slashing to strengthen his courage.
Yang Fan retreated again and again. He sighed and said, "This place is ferocious and stubborn. Sure enough, people's lives are like grass!"
The Ronin sword in the stout man's hand flashed with a cold light. A clump of reeds where Yang Fan was standing was cut in half. Yang Fan, who had suddenly appeared and appeared again, approached the stout man and heavily slashed his palm on the stout man's neck. Yang Fan did not show any mercy in this palm strike. The stout man's neck was almost as thick as his head, short and fat. However, when Yang Fan slashed down with his palm, it was like a sharp knife cutting a cucumber. "Crack!" The stout man's head softly tilted to one side. His neck bone was broken by Yang Fan's palm strike.
"Help! Help! "
A cry that sounded like a cry and a howl came from twenty feet away. Yang Fan turned his head and saw the reeds shaking violently. Clumps of reeds flew into the air, and a line of waves quickly moved in the direction of the river.
Liu Junfan was scared out of his wits. He never thought that Yang Fan would be so powerful. He claimed that he had found a "fat sheep" and met up with his companions. He wanted to borrow their hands to kill Yang Fan, but he did not expect that his brothers would all die here. Especially when the stout man's neck was cut off by a knife, he was really scared out of his wits.
Liu Junfan knew that no one would answer him if he called for help here, but he still couldn't help but cry and desperately rush to the river. The reeds here were taller than a person. Nothing could be seen in front of them, only the sound of flowing water. Liu Junfan used all his strength to charge forward. The reeds whipped his face and scratched it, but he didn't care about it.
"Bang!"
Liu Junfan ran at the fastest speed she had ever run in her life. Her legs were like wheels as she broke through the reeds and ran to the river. She ran four steps on the surface of the river before she fell head first into the river. She floated downstream along the rapid current.
Yang Fan chased him to the river. Looking at the floating figure in the distance, he could only give up. He couldn't chase after them anymore. He didn't even have time to wake up the disfigured man and interrogate him. He didn't know if Huang Jingrong would brazenly order a massacre when she led the troops into the mountains. If he delayed any longer, it would be too late.
…
Dong Ping Ao, like the Peach Blossom Village, was also a small village formed by refugees.
The refugees sent by the court to various places were all settled by the local officials for easy management.
These small villages formed by refugees were mostly located in remote places, separated from the villages of ordinary people. These places did not have fertile land for them to open up, so they could only open up some terraced fields, flat some vegetable gardens, and do odd jobs and make handicrafts to earn their daily necessities.
Life here was the same as in the Peach Blossom Village, poor and quiet. There was no glory and splendor, but there was also no deception. The thatched cottages were built on both sides of the mountain, giving it a sense of paradise. But today, the tranquility here was broken.
A group of soldiers rushed into the small village like wolves and tigers, violently driving the villagers out of their houses, courtyards, and fields, and gathering them in the open space in front of the valley. There were old people, children, and women in the crowd, but the rarest people were men in their prime. Almost all of these families had committed the crime of "rebellion". Before they were sent to the Peach Blossom Village, the young adults in the family had already been beheaded, and their children had not even grown up yet.
The soldiers were holding swords and spears, looking very fierce. Luo Shudao stood on a big rock in front of the valley, rubbing his hands uneasily. He looked up at the majestic Huang Jingrong standing in front of him and licked his lips.
The villagers in front of the valley were terrified. The only thing they could do was hug their child tightly in their arms to give him a sense of security. However, even they were confused. They did not know what the sudden arrival of the soldiers was going to do.
They did not know what had happened. Their families, their fathers, brothers, or grandfathers had all been beheaded because they opposed the Empress Dowager becoming the Emperor, and their whole families had been sent to this place. They thought that they had long been forgotten by the world and could only live and die here. What were these soldiers doing here?
Some smart people had already thought of Li Xian, the Crown Prince of Zhang Huai. Li Xian was sent to Bazhou by his mother, and a few years later, she sent Qiu Shenji to force him to commit suicide. Was this going to happen to them? No one in this small village knew about the murder in Lingnan, but they already felt fear.
At the entrance of the valley, there were hundreds of women, children, and old people, but it was very quiet. The wind blew, and the clothes of the people in the valley fluttered, just like the rustling branches of the forest.
Huang Jingrong was very satisfied with this effect. Even when he was at the peak of the Imperial Censorate, he had never tried to control the life and death of hundreds of people with a single thought. This feeling was too wonderful. This was power, power that made people feel like they were walking on clouds! No wonder the Empress was willing to kill her own son for the throne of the Emperor. If it were him, he would also be willing.
Huang Jingrong stood proudly on the rock with her hands behind her back, enjoying the fearful and reverent gazes of hundreds of people. After floating for a long time, she coughed and said, "All of you have committed serious crimes and were sent here. Originally, according to your crimes, you should have been beheaded, but the Emperor was merciful and spared you. But now there are people who have not given up, secretly colluding and inciting ignorant villagers, intending to raise flags and rebel … "
There was a commotion in the crowd. Huang Jingrong pressed his hands down, and said sternly, "Silence! I already have concrete evidence for this matter, and I also know that those rebels are about to raise their troops! There are their accomplices among you! Because the rebels are about to rebel, you have to be taken away and watched together. I am very clear and will not let you go unjustly. The innocent among you will be released after I investigate … "
Hearing Huang Jingrong say this, the commotion immediately calmed down. No one would think that the Imperial Court would want to get rid of these harmless old, weak, women, and children as soon as possible, and no one would think that the imperial envoy sent by the Imperial Court would lie.
Huang Jingrong snickered inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to immediately slaughter these people, but some of the local officials and chieftains hadn't delivered their gifts yet, so he wasn't in a hurry to leave. Moreover, the tragedy of Jade Mountain had already shaken all levels of society. Now that he was investigating this case, he couldn't not even put on a show. Looking at this group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, Huang Jingrong's smile became even more amiable.
On the hillside, there were two small figures crouching. They were a pair of siblings who had just run back from the reeds. They were lying there, looking in shock at the villagers who were corralled like cattle and sheep in the valley, trying their best to find their parents.
"Mother, I see mother!"
The child suddenly pointed at a group of people and shouted. His little butt arched, and he was about to climb up and run down the hill.
"Huanhuan! Don't move! "
The older sister grabbed him and pressed him down, saying anxiously, "Don't go down, I don't think those soldiers are good people."
The little boy asked in astonishment, "Why? They are soldiers, not bandits."
The older sister said solemnly, "When soldiers are bad, they are even worse than bandits! In the past, our family lived in a very, very big city, and we were sent here by the soldiers. Now that they have captured all the villagers for no reason, it doesn't look like a good thing no matter how you look at it. Huanhuan, you lie here obediently and don't move. Older sister will go down to find father and mother. If there's nothing, I'll call you back down. If something happens, you must not come out. Grandpa Shui Mu, who is hunting behind the mountain ridge, likes you the most. If we are captured, you can go find Grandpa Shui Mu. "
After the older sister finished speaking, she got up and was about to run down the hill. Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind her and pressed heavily on her shoulder, pressing her back down to the ground.
A voice rang in their ears, "You're right, they are soldiers, but sometimes soldiers can be even more bandits than bandits. At least when it's not beneficial to them, bandits won't kill indiscriminately. And bandits won't easily kill the people who provide for them! You clearly know this, so why do you still want to go down? "
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