Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Yang Ge doesn't care how people spread rumors about him.

Yang Tiansheng is very concerned about it!

He was involved in both the Luting and Yangzhou affairs. He knew exactly what was going on.

Now that this matter was twisted in front of his eyes to the point where even his mother didn't recognize it, how could Mr. Yang endure it?

‘You slander me when I do bad things, and you still slander me when I do good things. Do you really think that I am a fool? ’

Yang Tiansheng, who was full of firepower, mobilized the power of his Ming Cult in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, publicized the Yangzhou corruption case in detail, and directly made his position clear. Whoever comes to Yangzhou to cause trouble at this time is those dog officials. What a bitch!

Borrowing the light of Mingjiao...

Just because Dong Ping, the protector of the chain dock "Eight-Armed Arhat", broke away from the dock and established his own business, the bustling martial arts community in Jiangsu and Zhejiang was completely ignited by his fierce operations!

Almost all martial arts practitioners who have a certain understanding of Jianghu are secretly discussing... How could the Mingjiao collude with the imperial court?

Is it possible that Mingjiao will finally give up the great cause of rebellion and devote itself to the new work of building a beautiful society in Wei Dynasty?

That is really big news that is rare to hear in a century!

Thanks to him, Yang Ge's arrogant words spread throughout the world along with his "Yang Erlang" new vest.

Many people know that there was an embroidered guard Qianhu named Yang Erlang, who took down most of the corrupt officials in Yangzhou Prefecture along with the Changfeng Gang.

Suddenly, countless people who rushed to Hangzhou to watch the fun changed their routes and headed straight to Yangzhou.

They want to see if there are really people who are willing to be corrupt officials' helpers.

I also want to see if the embroidered guard Qianhu named Yang Erlang is really as tough as his mouth.

At the right time, Emperor Xiping appointed Yang Ge as the imperial envoy to supervise the handling of the corruption case in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He rushed to Yangzhou eight hundred steps ahead.

In the rear, there was a guard of honor for the imperial envoys, who were playing and playing, marching out of the capital in a mighty manner and heading to Yangzhou...

A big earthquake from top to bottom is sweeping through Yangzhou officialdom.

The two storms are about to merge!

…

In the eye of the storm.

Yang Ge only felt extremely peaceful.

He knew this was the eve of the storm...

But since he gave it all up, he no longer has any worries at all.

Anyway, the worst result is that Yangzhou's bad officials will die and be buried.

This result...

But it was much better than the best result he had preset when he came.

With this kind of psychological construction, he would do the things in front of him in a down-to-earth manner every day, deploying defenses when he should, patrolling when he should, practicing martial arts when he should, and reading when he should.

Of course, there is still pressure.

It’s huge!

But this pressure actually became a kind of boost, supporting the fearless will he realized from the knife on the Bian River, and the rising tide kept lifting all boats!

He can clearly feel every day that he is stronger today than yesterday!

Of course, he knew it too.

This kind of false strength without the support of experience and foundation is like an inflated balloon, which bursts when poked and is vulnerable to a blow.

But before he swung the knife.

Before he fails...

This power is real!

Just waiting for a lucky viewer.

…

It was the twentieth day that Yang Ge captured Yangzhou.

A middle-aged scholar came to the Yangzhou government office and asked to see Yang Ge.

Yang Ge, who was in charge of the government office, received the notice and met with him.

"Student Zheng Shiquan, meet Mr. Yang!"

Wearing a white-washed azure scholar's shirt and a white jade pendant hanging from his waist, the rich and elegant scholar smiled respectfully and saluted Yang Ge respectfully.

In the hall, Yang Ge, who was wearing prison ox embroidered clothes and leaning on an imperial chair, removed the manual of "Eight Gate Sword" in front of him, glanced at the middle-aged scribe, and said calmly: "Sit down."

"Thank you, Master Yang!"

The middle-aged scribe seemed to be unable to see his contempt, and his attitude remained respectful.

After he sat down, Yang Ge asked softly without raising his head: "Sir, here you are, what are your instructions from Mr. Yuan?"

The middle-aged scribe clasped his fists and said, "Sir, I am here to make friends with you on behalf of my master."

Yang Ge's attention was focused on the sword manual in his hand, and he did not hear the deep meaning of his words. Hearing the words, he chuckled and said: "Sir, you are joking. Yang is a martial artist. How can He Dehe make friends with Master Yuan."

The full name of the Chief Secretary is the Chief Secretary, which is the administrative center of a province. The Chief Secretary on the left and right are all second-rank officials, who are actually feudal officials.

The embroidered clothing guard was a light-weight, and there were still several insurmountable mountains between Yang Ge, a fifth-grade embroidered clothing guard with thousands of households, and the chief envoy of a province.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Xiuyi Guard was ordered to investigate and punish a political envoy, he would still have to go out in person.

A mere thousand households are not even qualified to talk to the chief envoy.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "My lord is humbled, but... my master is not Lord Yuan."

Yang Ge frowned, put away the sword manual in his hand, looked at the smiling tiger underneath, and said coldly: "Sir, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly. Yang is busy with other things and has no time to play swordsmanship with you!"

The middle-aged scribe seemed to casually pick up the jade pendant around his waist and play with it, and replied with a smile: "My lord, forgive me, it's not that students want to be aggressive, but it's hard to say or dare not say it!"

Yang Geding glanced at the jade pendant in his hand, only to find that the pattern carved on the jade pendant... was actually a dragon pattern!

He pondered for a second and then said bluntly: "Are you a special envoy of the Holy One?"

The middle-aged scribe was stunned, as if he didn't expect this guy to be so ignorant, let alone that he would ask directly.

After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly waved his hand: "Your Excellency, I have misunderstood. The student has lived in Jiangzuo for a long time, has shallow virtues, and has no chance to meet the Holy Spirit. He is not the Holy Spirit's secret envoy."

This cannot be mistaken.

Pretending to be an imperial envoy is for the Yi tribe!

Yang Ge frowned and stretched out his hand without hesitation: "Sir, since you are not the Holy Emperor's secret envoy, please come back. I, the embroidered guard, are the Holy Lord's personal soldiers. It is inconvenient for me to come into contact with the vassal king. I will pretend that I have never seen you sir today!"

The local government is corrupt and bribery, and the vassal king intervenes. No matter what the reason is, it means trouble, and it is big trouble!

Yang Ge is not afraid of death.

But he is afraid of trouble...

The middle-aged scribe finally stopped laughing... This Yang Erlang is even more stubborn than the rumors say!

"My lord, why is this necessary?"

He cupped his hands towards Yang Ge with a stiff face and said: "My master also appreciates your righteousness and unyielding ambition. When the students came this time, my master also repeatedly asked the students to treat you with courtesy and not to hurt your efforts to serve the country with your fists." My heart... As long as you stay in Yangzhou for a longer time, you will be able to gain a friend from my family, so why should you reject me thousands of miles away?"

After a pause, he gently lit the tea table and said in a low voice with a double meaning: "As long as you are willing to stop here, many prisoners in Yangzhou will give you the Qingyun Ladder, and my master will definitely get a generous reward! "

Yang Ge was a little confused.

He understood the words.

This is to tell him to stop here and not go any further.

But he had no plans to investigate further along the Yangzhou line. In the official document he sent back to the Beizhen Office, he only mentioned "it may involve officials from many places", leaving the initiative of whether to investigate to the other. Gave it to Beizhen Fusi.

Even if these people want to be punished, they shouldn't come to punish him, right?

Is it possible that he, who has thousands of embroidered clothes and guards, can still be traced to the Chief Secretary of Jiangsu and Zhejiang and the big bosses of the Zhejiang Party?

Doesn't that mean you think too highly of him, Yang Ge?

This is not an understatement on his part.

The fact is before our eyes. With just the few manpower he has in his right office, he can't even secure a city in Jiangdu. Why check other places?

I'm afraid that as soon as his manpower is distributed, he will disappear from the world...

"I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Yang Ge was thinking in his mind, always feeling that something had changed that he didn't know about. His face was watertight, and he replied expressionlessly: "Yang has no other thoughts, he is just doing his duty and doing his best. You guys have to burn incense." , should we also find the right temple first?”

The middle-aged scribe did not give up and kept chattering: "Since you just want to fulfill your duties and fulfill your duties without any hindrance, why don't you make my master a friend? As the saying goes, many friends bring many paths, and many enemies bring many dangers. , what do you think, sir?"

Yang Ge suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare!"

Seeing that he was as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine, the middle-aged scribe simply stopped being conciliatory, put down his hands and sneered: "It's just as the saying goes, destroying a person's wealth is like killing his parents...killing his father and killing his mother. Hatred, but sworn hatred!"

Yang Ge stared at him intently and suddenly smiled: "We didn't have any grudges before, right?"

The middle-aged scribe thought he had changed his mind and quickly said with a smile: "No, no, no, the students are here to make friends..."

Yang Ge's smile suddenly turned cold and interrupted him: "Now we have it!"

The smile that had just appeared on the middle-aged scribe's face suddenly froze, and there was anger in his eyes.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Yang Ge raised a slender index finger and shook it from side to side: "Don't say harsh words, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out alive!"

The middle-aged Wen Shi smiled angrily, stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Then the student can only wish you success and take care of yourself!"

Yang Ge picked up the sword manual on the table: "I won't give it away!"

The middle-aged scribe turned around, his expression suddenly darkened.

Yang Ge put down the sword manual and looked at the middle-aged scribe's retreating back, his face also clouded.

"Somebody come!"

he shouted.

Gu Tong, who was on duty outside the hall, quickly stepped inside, cupped his fists and said, "Sir."

Yang Ge: "Do you know which prince's fiefdom is in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

Gu Tong thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Sir, I don't know how humble my position is!"

Yang Ge stared at him: "Then you are here, waiting for me to give you an answer?"

Gu Tong's heart was shocked, and he quickly clasped his fists and said: "I'll go check it out now!"

He turned around and rushed out in a hurry. After a while, he returned to the hall, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, I have found out that Prince Ning's fiefdom is in Ninghai County, Zhejiang Province."

Yang Ge waved to him.

Gu Tong quickly stepped forward.

Yang Ge lowered his voice: "Where does this Prince Ning come from?"

Gu Tong understood and responded in a low voice: "My lord, Prince Ning is the late emperor's younger brother, a brave and good warrior. During the Jianning period, there were Japanese pirates in Yanhai, Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Prince Ning was ordered to guard Jiangsu and Zhejiang to control the Japanese. He had three guards from Ninghai under his command. There are only virtuous people in this area..."

When Yang Ge heard this, he patted him on the shoulder: "Okay...be strict with your mouth, know what you should say and what shouldn't be said!"

Gu Tong clasped his fists: "You will save yourself the trouble if you take a humble position."

Yang Ge waved his hand to dismiss it, and then picked up the sword manual on the case again, thinking in his heart: 'Isn't this another story that my uncle and nephew have to tell? ’

Who does he think he is?

Is there a four on his face?

'do not think too much! ’

Yang Ge took a deep breath and comforted himself: 'Maybe it's just colluding with local officials to make money together... By the way, does the Wei Dynasty have a sea ban? ’

If there were no maritime ban, the benefits along the coast would be huge!

No, regardless of whether there is a sea ban or not, the interests of the coast are great!

At this point, Yang Ge was waiting for Gutong to come in when he suddenly heard a "whoosh" scream.

"Snapped."

The sound of fireworks exploding rang in the sky, and countless heavy and chaotic footsteps rushed towards the gate of the government office.

"Xian Jia Tuan, you really have a fucking face!"

Yang Ge gritted his teeth and stood up, grabbed the golden ox-tail knife on the weapon rack behind him, and strode towards the gate of the government office.

"grown ups!"

Gu Tong led his troops to the door and said, "A large number of masked assassins have broken in. Lord Liu of the Second Company is directing the brothers to kill the enemy!"

Yang Ge: "Pass my order, the Third Company and the Fourth Company will quickly bring all the officials who are wearing shackles to work back to the prison, and let Mr. Qin go to the prison to take charge. The rest of the brothers will follow me to face the enemy!"

Gu Tong loudly received the order: "Here!"

Yang Ge passed through the crowd, jumped up, rose up from the ground, and flew over an attic.

At the main entrance of the government office, a large number of capable warriors with messy clothes and weapons, and their faces covered in black scarves, had already flooded the government office gate and the government office courtyard wall, and were rushing in swarm... The number was at least three to four hundred!

The warriors in Baishi Xiuyi were holding their bows and crossbows, resisting the enemy's attack.

Yang Ge only glanced at it, then drew his sword and jumped up.

‘Cover the road with frost! ’

He roared in his heart, swung his sword and slashed horizontally. Four or five 20-meter-long sharp swords flew down like horses.

"Bang bang bang!"

The violent sword energy fell into the crowded place inside and outside the gate, and blood and flesh splattered in an instant, and people fell on their backs.

The surging momentum of the mob was instantly contained.

Yang Ge fell to the ground, and was about to summon Liu Yongguang, the second company hundred households, who was commanding the operation on the scene, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a burly figure like an iron tower rushing towards him at a step of ten feet.

He slashed at it subconsciously.

He saw a fist with shining golden light rising into the sky, shattering the bright sword energy he struck with one punch.

The remaining energy swayed like a strong wind passing by, knocking the hundreds of embroidered warriors arrayed around Yang Ge into pieces.

Yang Ge, who was also knocked back two steps, saw this and did not dare to give the man a chance to rush into the formation of the embroidered warriors. He forcibly crushed the floor with his foot, rushed out, and once again slashed Huashan with force towards the man. A burly figure.

"clang!"

A bronze fist as big as a sandbag blocked the oxtail knife. Before Yang Ge could see what the man in front of him looked like, he felt a strong wind blowing towards his face.

He quickly leaned back tactically, stood up and struck a blow with the wind and grass, and rolled up his legs to face the bronze fist that was coming towards him.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two of them fought fast and with great strength.

"boom!"

After another head-on collision, the two retreated at the same time.

Yang Ge turned over and landed on the ground, and finally saw clearly that the burly figure in front of him was actually a monk in black who was eight feet tall, as lean and as strong as cast iron.

Different from other assassins masked in black scarves, this monk has a stern face like a donkey, with messy eyebrows and scattered pupils. At first glance, he gives people an uncomfortable sense of stupidity... just like a psychopath. Same!

What is even more different from ordinary people is that the other monks have rosary beads hanging around their necks, but the black monk has an iron chain as thick as his arm hanging around his neck!

"Amitabha!"

When Yang Ge looked at the black monk, the black monk also looked at Yang Ge, and finally nodded with relief and said: "The layman really has a benevolent heart and great merits. The old monk can save the layman's transcendence today. I am very lucky for the next three lives!"

Yang Ge unconsciously took a step back, woke up and quickly took a step forward, shouting: "Bald Donkey, are you crazy about chanting Buddha's name? Which temple ferries destined people like this?"

Those few punches just now were clearly aimed at killing him!

The black monk strode towards him: "In the purgatory of the mortal world, all living beings are suffering. The layman helps the world, saves the people, and saves all sentient beings. He is surrounded by all kinds of hardships and has immeasurable merit. The old monk can help the layman overcome the suffering and become a Buddha. It is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"

My old cousin came to see me for dinner, and he has been waiting since about six o'clock until now... I can only update it tomorrow.