Fantasy: Jinyi Shenwei, starting from the Golden Crow of the Great Sun

Xu Qing's ears were the whistling wind, the rich fireworks in front of him, and the smell of blood in his nose.

In the Zhizhou Mansion, there was a riot, and from time to time there were screams, which were very miserable.

Xu Qing jumped directly into the mansion, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand was already unsheathed, and the cold light was cold, and wisps of knife qi shot out horizontally.

Boom!

On the side, a door shattered, and a figure covered in blood flew out upside down, and a hideous crack appeared in the armor in front of him, and the flesh and blood rolled up, and the bones were visible.

A masked man chased after him, and the short knife in his hand was about to stab the soldier who fell to the ground.

However.

Right now.

The sword is dazzling!

Poof.

The masked man moved, and the heads separated.

Xu Qing did not stay, and between the shaking of his figure, he had already carried a long knife into the depths of the mansion.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

There were corpses everywhere.

There are those of the armor and there are those of the masked people.

It's just that there are more corpses of the soldiers.

Most of them only have ten grades, and it is naturally difficult to deal with the martial artists of the ninth rank, and it is already good to be able to kill some.

Xu Qing drove straight in with his sword, and along the way, he met several White Lotus Sect demon people.

He didn't have the slightest hesitation, and they were all slashed with one sword.

Boom!

There was a popping sound behind the fence ahead.

Xu Qing crossed the wall and saw Liu Teng and the others who were besieging more than a dozen masked people.

At this time, Liu Teng's head was covered in blood, one arm was stained red with blood, and he was also holding a long knife in his hand, and he was confronting a masked man in front of him.

Beside him, stood a general bannerman, who was now covered with wounds, shattered armor, and seriously injured.

Xu Qing's sudden arrival attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone's faces changed.

Liu Teng and the others were surprised, and the people of the White Lotus Sect were terrified.

"Master Xu is back!"

"Why did this guy come back so soon!"

Two words with diametrically opposite meanings sounded.

Xu Qing didn't speak, and he made a move the moment he just landed!

Rumble!

A dazzling sword light appeared, reflecting on everyone's faces.

Poof!

Blood splattered and bones broken.

The two masked men only felt a pain in the top of their heads, and then lost consciousness.

A line of blood appeared from the forehead and spread all the way to the crotch.

Snap.

The two-lobed body fell to the ground.

The masked people were terrified and turned around to flee.

However, at this time.

Xu Qing let go of his hands and feet, and the true qi began to operate, the blazing true qi enveloped his body, and the long knife in his hand suddenly became fiery red.

"Die."

Xu Qing suddenly burst into force, fast as lightning, and the long knife in his hand fell down.

Sting, prick, prick!

The fierce knife qi spread out horizontally, tearing the body of a masked man apart.

No one managed to escape ten yards away.

Xu Qing cut open the last person's chest with a knife, and appeared next to Liu Teng and the others.

After examining the injuries.

"Hold on, I'll go look elsewhere and go back."

He took out a spiritual nourishing pill and threw it to Liu Teng, and then the figure disappeared into the night.

Wang fu.

It is said that it is a royal mansion, but it is just an ordinary mansion, and there is no appearance of a mansion.

But this is the residence of the second-in-command of Cangzhou City.

It stands to reason that with his rules and Daming, he should not live in such a place.

But at this time, Xu Qing couldn't think so much.

Walking quickly into it, as far as the eye could see, there was only a corpse lying on the ground.

Most of these people's fatal wounds are in the throat.

It is heinous that the murderer also made up a knife in the back of everyone's heart in order to ensure death.

Xu Qing's face was gloomy, and he sighed sadly in his heart.

After walking around, not a single mouth remained alive.

Pushing open the door of the study, a middle-aged man with white sideburns and a Confucian robe sat upright on a seat.

His face was calm, the pen barrel in his hand had not yet fallen, and there were still many handwriting on the white paper in front of him.

On the chest of this middle-aged man, there is a pool of red, and the broken heart in the chest can be seen through the gap.

Xu Qing glanced at it, and his gaze froze.

On the table, the rice paper proudly wrote about the bereavement of those who died in the line of duty in this incident.

"Ordinary soldiers, fifty taels of pensions for war dead."

"Xiaoqi, seventy taels of war death pension."

"One hundred taels for the total flag, three hundred taels for a hundred households..."

When it came to the pensions of the literati, the situation changed.

Ordinary scholars who serve in the government have a pension of 20 taels.

The strange thing is not that the amount has become smaller, but that with the increase in rank, the pension is greatly reduced.

"Wang An, if you die in battle, the pension is two taels. Zhizhou Liu Teng died in battle for one or two. There

was also a small line at the back.

"My generation of readers, they can enjoy peace and study at ease on weekdays, all because someone carries the weight forward, silently present those calamities, although Wang An has no chicken power, he is willing to give all the posthumous pensions to the soldiers who died in battle..." Xu

Qing was stunned, looked around, and found that in addition to the shelves full of books, there were only simple tables and chairs, as well as pens, ink, paper and ink.

Nothing else.

And Wang An, who has been dead for a long time in front of him, has even more simple clothes on his body, without the slightest sense of luxury, which shows that he is quite thrifty on weekdays.

Xu Qing took a deep look at Wang An, turned around and left.

His speed has increased to the limit, and he is galloping through the night like a night terror.

Not often.

Another mansion appeared.

Xu Qing rushed into it.

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream.

Followed by.

Xu Qing's figure appeared again, and the flying fish suit was stained with a little blood.

There was still blood dripping on the embroidered spring knife.

Yet the next moment.

Xu Qing's figure had already rushed to the next mansion.

And so on and so forth.

Xu Qing's body was covered with blood, and his eyes were shrouded in blood.

There are constantly warriors rushing murderously and chasing the masked man in front of them.

Xu Qing flicked the sticky blood stains on the long knife and let out a mouthful of turbid gas.

In the mansion behind him, not a single living creature existed.

The people of the White Lotus Sect had just killed the entire family of the Ninth Rank Official, and when they were retreating, they were blocked by Xu Qing and killed all of them here.

Xu Qing's killing intent was soaring, and his eyes were cold to the extreme.

On this night, seventy percent of the civil officials in Cangzhou City alone died!

Most of the rest are still injured.

The soldiers, on the other hand, suffered even more casualties.

It can be said that after this night's attack, Cangzhou City is basically paralyzed.

At least it's hard to take care of things elsewhere!

Xu Qing raised the embroidered spring knife, slowly wiped the blood stains on it with the flying fish suit, and looked back at the family of three hugging together in the hall.

He had an impression of this man.

A few hours ago, he was still sitting in the lobby of the Zhizhou Mansion, and his face was indifferent and said, "It's just a death."

And now, he's really dead.

These literati scholars... It's a fucking dead brain.

Can't run?

Wouldn't you pretend to say a few leaked words and delay time....

For some reason, Xu Qing raised his head and cursed in a low voice.

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, endless killing intent emerges.

Not to mention the sour Confucians in the capital who can only talk on paper.

The literati in this Cangzhou City are all arrogant guys with literati, and they are all people who do practical things.

"White Lotus Sect, it's really fucking damned."

Xu Qing held a long knife in his hand and muttered to himself.