Beast

"Young hero, let's go quickly. I don't want anything. Let's go." Bu Zhuang shouted in pain, bursting into tears. The sadness that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was intertwined with the entanglement at this moment. He held his mother as if possessed by a demon in his arms.

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Bu Zhuangniang struggled and scolded, "Let's go? Let me go, I will cut him with my own hands." However, she was so thin that she could not break free from Bu Zhuang's strong arms. Her withered yellow hair was scattered, and the anger in her eyes seemed to be

To spurt out.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

responsibility.

Yang Qing was on the side of the truth, but at this time he could not refute, and he was speechless. Who was at fault for all this? His originally innocent mentality was now filled with waves.

The cries of grief, the curses and threats, intersected in one place. "Kill a person to pay for his life...", "Mom and dad are already dead, so please stop making trouble..."

Dilapidated houses, old and faded clothes, helpless sobbing, angry shouts, and dilemmas, all kinds of images were tangled together in one place, attacking the hesitating Yang Qing.

You have done nothing wrong, so why should you leave gold and silver as compensation? Just leave in peace. No one here can stop you. Will giving some gold and silver eliminate the sorrow and resentment of others? It will only attract people's attention and doubt whether it is right.

"Hey!" There was no gap in his chest, and he couldn't bear to look any further. He took out the remaining eighty taels of silver and placed it on the wooden eaves of the earthen kang. He let out a long and heavy sigh, and Yang Qing no longer hesitated, turned around and walked out.

"Kill for life!"

A group of villagers, men and women, gathered in the courtyard, holding various tools, wooden sticks, axes, kitchen knives, hoes, and sickles in their hands, waving them in unison, and shouting angrily. Villagers kept coming in, all screaming for justice.

The narrow courtyard is crowded with villagers of all ages, leaving no gaps and no way out.

Yang Qing stood at the door with a frown, pursed lips, anger lingering in his chest but helplessness.

An old man in his sixties, with gray hair, wrinkles like ravines, and a thin body walked out of the crowd with a smooth crooked-neck cane. He straightened his clothes without any wrinkles, cleared his throat, and then pressed down with his hands.

Following the movement of the old man's hand, the angry villagers gradually stopped shouting. After a while, they all stood silently, with a hint of greed flashing through their angry expressions.

The old man was very satisfied with this scene and said in a hoarse voice, "Kill to pay for life and debt to pay for money. This is the truth handed down from ancient times. No one can break it, and no one dares to break it! Whoever wants to do evil will be struck by five thunders from heaven."

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Yang Qing closed the door and quietly stared at the talkative old man in front of him. He stood without saying a word and stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm.

The crooked-neck cane in the old man's hand touched the ground hard, and the old man's voice rose and became stern, "Young people must dare to do what they do. If you just walk away like this, will you be able to live in peace? Don't you feel guilty? This is the behavior of an animal."

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The old man spoke in a stern voice, which made the villagers even more angry. Yang Qing remained silent. This was a matter between him and the Bu family. He wanted to see how the old man could kill someone to pay for his life.

The old man attached great importance to his appearance. While talking, he straightened his clothes several times and brushed his meticulously combed gray hair repeatedly. Seeing Yang Qing's unconcerned expression, his withered and yellow skin swelled.

She was blushing, and she was obviously angry and inexplicable. Who in Sanli Gou was disobedient, and when did he receive such indifference.

The old man's hoarse voice was high and his gray beard was trembling. He then said angrily, "Young man, don't be arrogant. You are killing people but you are still arrogantly returning with the corpse to demonstrate. Do you think that there is no one in Sanli Gou? I have never recited the sages."

He is a poet, but he is also a sensible person. Today, I will give you three ways to go."

"First, I will go to Yuehu City with the orphans and widows of the Bu family to meet the officials. Everything will be up to the official. If the old man finds you innocent, I will kowtow to apologize and send you off." The old man's words were clear, and it seemed that the grudges were clear.

The onlookers made a fuss, with some shouting loudly, "Go see the official," while others looked uncertain and stared at the old man's back suspiciously.

"The second is to pay for your life on the spot, kill yourself or be beaten to death by the hundreds of villagers in Sanligou, in order to comfort the spirit of my nephew Yuan Shuang in heaven."

The villagers were extremely excited by the old man's words, and the farm tools in their hands made a frightening "clang" sound.

"Third, I think you are young and prone to making mistakes, and you have done a little to help the Bu family. You only need to leave some gold and silver to ensure that the family has food and clothing, and then I can let you go. Otherwise, you will be an old man.

Even if I risk my life, I won’t let you leave even half a step.”

The old man spoke so righteously that all the villagers were motivated to move, and some even pushed forward. As long as Yang Qing dared to say no, he would rush forward and cut him into several pieces with the short ax in his hand.

Yang Qing pondered for a while, then looked at the old man with a calm expression. The old man raised his head and showed no sign of weakness.

"How much gold and silver will you pay to let me go?" Yang Qing said lightly, seeming to have compromised.

Before Yang Qing finished speaking, a group of villagers made a loud noise, with expressions of humiliation and anger, shouting, "You can spend a little money to kill people, and there is no law of heaven." However, they were only a minority, and some sighed sadly, helplessly.

Bu Yuanshuang is dead, and the orphans and widows of the Bu family can at least survive by getting some gold and silver, while the rest are noisily discussing how much gold and silver they should need to understand this matter.

"Ten taels, no! Twenty taels"

"At least fifty taels, if you miss one damn copper, I will destroy you."

"Look at your little potential, one hundred taels of gold."

"Ten thousand taels! Damn it, if you don't pay, go to the official and let you spend the rest of your life on death row"...

The more some villagers shouted, the more excited they became. Some of them even muttered, "Damn it, if I share these gold and silver, I can eat well and drink hot food without having to work all my life, and I can still go to Yanyu Tower every now and then. Hehe."

", followed by silver laughter.

"Damn it, that girl Bu Lian is so pretty, she can act as my aunt, and then she can find some tricks to take away all the money, haha"

The calmness on Yang Qing's face turned to coldness, and he raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the courtyard like a busy city like an outsider. The crying and scolding of Bu Zhuang's family in the house had not stopped. Several people were guarding Bu Yuanshuang's house.

Next to the corpse, he turned a deaf ear to the noise from the outside world.

"Shut up!" The old man tilted his neck and clicked his cane, and shouted angrily, his frowning face full of embarrassment.

The old man's angry shouts were drowned in the increasingly loud noise. Many villagers sensed that something was wrong. They turned back with anger and shame, and left the courtyard in a sparse manner. The noisy villagers wished that there would be as few people as possible, and there was a look in their eyes.

Greed becomes more and more obvious.

The old man's loud shouts sounded from time to time, but no one listened. The situation he had finally created was ruined by one sentence. The old man's mind changed quickly. Without further ado, he stepped forward and stood ten feet away from Yang Qing.

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"Just keep the gem that emits green light. Later, I will remember that you are young and wandering, so I will help you take care of the Bu family," the old man said hurriedly, and he was considerate of people's hearts.

"Old immortal, you can't live for a few more days, how many more days can you take care of the Bu family?" Yang Qing sneered and shook his head.

"Pay back the money! Pay back the money!"

Dozens of villagers, both men and women, who stayed in the courtyard, glared angrily when they saw the old man trying to get ahead of him, shouted and came closer step by step.

The old man's face froze, and he became more anxious. He smiled dryly and said, "I still have a son. I will ask him to take good care of him. Bring me the gems. I will let you go now."

"Old guy, you want to monopolize it?" The villagers were even angrier. They didn't care about his usual prestige and they all yelled angrily.

"I'll take it." The sneer on Yang Qing's lips became thicker, but his tone was calm.

The old man looked ecstatic, and the villagers rushed towards him brandishing farm tools, wooden sticks and other weapons, fearing that the gold, silver and gems would be monopolized.

"Kill him, and the gold and silver are all ours." Someone shouted, which immediately aroused a strong response, "Yeah, what the hell are you asking for, if he is killed, all the gold and silver are ours."

The sneer at the corner of Yang Qing's mouth spread to his heart, and he touched his chest lightly with his right hand. A long stick as black as ink and with natural patterns appeared in his hand silently.

"boom!"……

Yang Qing is dressed in a clean black outfit, with a cape-like half-train around his waist swinging in the wind. His three-inch long messy hair makes his angular face look sloppy. Only his bright eyes make others feel that this young man with a tall and well-proportioned figure is not beautiful.

ordinary.

Yang Qing walked on the wide and dry official road, breathed a long sigh of relief, and sighed in his heart, "Finally found the right road." At this time, he realized that going to Danyunjiang River was not a simple walk, not to mention all kinds of emergencies.

When an incident occurs, even these twists and turns and forked roads are very difficult to find.

In more than ten days, Yang Qing got lost more than ten times. It was like a waste of time and failed to catch up. Several fork-in-the-road choices were made incorrectly, and passers-by gave wrong directions.

You can easily reach the Danyun River by laughing at yourself and whimsically, but in fact, due to obstacles such as rivers and mountains and forests, the original distance from the Luoguo branch of the Danyun River is less than three thousand miles, so you don't know how far you have to go around without getting lost.

He didn't hesitate for long, even though he chose to go to Dangyunjiang in a reckless impulse, but now that he has done it, he will be stubborn and will not give up. Even if he is wrong, he will continue to go forward.

The summer solstice is approaching, and the sun at noon is still very poisonous. All the pedestrians on the official road are sweating profusely. They take out the water utensils from their waists and drink it, shaking their straw hats and fans, cursing the poisonous sun in their mouths.

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Yang Qing was not in the mood to strike up a conversation. What happened in Sanli Gou was clearly visible in his mind. Those villagers wanted to use the Bu family as an excuse to extort money. How could he obey? In the end, he was forced to pick up a long stick and beat him with a stick without force.

Then, a sunken earth pit suddenly appeared in the courtyard. The soil was flying and smoke was everywhere. When you looked closely, it was even bigger than an iron pot used for cooking. The villagers who wanted to kill him were all frightened.

Holding back the murderous intention in his heart, he walked out without force with a long stick in hand. The villagers did not have the same arrogance as before. They unconsciously gave way to a way, lowered their heads and trembled, and allowed Yang Qing to leave slowly.

At this time, he was still depressed. If he hadn't pretended to be a knight, how could he have reached this thankless situation. If he hadn't brought Bu Yuanshuang's body back, the situation would have been reversed. Yang Qing secretly mocked his slow thinking.

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Thinking of the results of the past ten days of practice, his depressed heart was filled with irritation. Not to mention that "The Art of Controlling the Underworld" was difficult to get into, he was also confused about "The Thirty-Six Forms of Hunyuan", which failed to describe how to break through.

After arriving at the Zifu Realm, Yang Qingka reached the realm.

He tried several times to open up the Zi Mansion to tear his Dantian apart, but only felt severe pain. His Dantian was not damaged at all. He was even more worried that the innate vitality would be damaged and there would be no place to cry. "The Thirty-six Postures of Hunyuan"

The Six Forms of the Purple Mansion Realm in the middle did not understand its meaning, and Yang Qing secretly felt that his thoughts about cultivation were confused.

After being trapped in the devil's cave for nearly two months, the joy after escaping to heaven was completely destroyed by the depression and irritability.

"Da da..."

The sound of galloping horses' hoofs hitting the ground came from behind. Yang Qing stepped to the side of the road to avoid it, turning his slightly rough face to look at the cavalry behind him, causing dust and smoke to fly.

This horse team has more than a dozen fiery red horses, surrounding two iron trunks and a carriage with curtains to cover the passengers. These fiery red horses are not ordinary horses, but are called Tengyan Qingmane.

Except for the blue mane, the rest of the horse's body is covered with flame-like hair.

Although the Flame Green Mane Horse is not as powerful as the red-bearded horse and its extraordinary intelligence, it is still extremely valuable. Just one horse costs a hundred taels of silver, and it is not a purebred.

On the two leading horses with flaming green manes, a middle-aged man with bare arms sat upright, looking tired but strong. The bandages wrapped around his upper body were still bleeding, and the following people all had minor or severe injuries.

The injuries were severe, and some people even fell unconscious on the horse. It was not known whether they were dead or alive.

The long red flag with the four big red characters of "Xingyuan Escort Bureau" was stained with dried blood, fluttering in the wind, and the blood stains splattered everywhere on the carriage were indescribably tragic.