Xiao Zhang opened his eyes a bit hard, looking at the tension on the faces of ordinary people around him, and his mood became a little weird.

In the eyes of the monk, he is a madman who only knows about fighting. He is afraid of him. Once upon a time, someone would really respect him and protect him?

At that time, he said that Dongye tea in Fengyang County was good, just because he really felt that this tea was countless times better than Dahongpao, which Wang Liang and Sun loved to drink. Why did he think about what benefits he would bring to people in this remote county?

However, these ordinary people who were too lazy to take a glance at ordinary times stood at his front. At this time, even if they were obviously afraid of death, the hands holding the knife were shaking, but they refused to leave.

Suddenly, he felt that in his life, in addition to the extremely happy fights, he did something other than lose.

For example, Luoshui in the wind and snow saved Wang Po in the past, for example, when he praised the winter tea in this small county.

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The simple but sturdy folk customs of Fengyang City are fully reflected at this moment.

These men standing on the stone steps of Qibaozhai and those people who are shouting outside are proof.

But the expressions of the court masters and the sergeants of the crossbow camp have not changed.

Those Tsing Yi Taoist expressions are extremely indifferent.

In their eyes, neither Xiao Zhang nor the people of Fengyang County has made any difference from the dead.

The Tsing Yi Taoist walked up the stone steps.

Seeing that a bloodshed is about to happen, many people will die in Fengyang County today.

The Taoist people in Tsing Yi don't matter. Even if more people die, they only need to use the word civil change to explain.

Of course, the most tragic are the people and the master who are about to die.

The chief officer of Fengyang County is of course the county magistrate, but fortunately for him, in order to prepare for tomorrow’s winter wild tea party, the master of the prefecture of Fengcheng Prefecture has arrived.

No matter what happens today, the ultimate responsibility is of course, it should be Master Zhifu.

This master of the prefect will naturally not allow this bloodshed to happen.

The prefecture of Fengcheng was middle-aged, with a beautiful face and white temples.

He greeted the people in Tsing Yi Road as a gift and said, "Several Dao Ye, please wait for a while."

The Tsing Yi Taoist should know that he is a student of Xiang Wang. He stopped when he heard the words, and his expression remained indifferent.

"Your stupid Lu people only want to be brave for a while, but are you trying to trap my young and old in Fengyang City in an injustice!"

Master Zhifu looked at the tea merchant and the people on the stone steps with a stern expression: "Who is the Xiao Zhang you are guarding? He is a murderous non-blinking fanatic! Do people like him have any true affection for you? It was just casually said at that time, why are you going to take care of it?"

Someone in the crowd said loudly: "Now we are selling tea so well, every household has money to make, don't you have to thank?"

Master Zhifu shouted loudly: "Why can I sell wild tea in Fengyang City so well, that is because the court repaired the wharf for you, opened the merchant ship, and made a tribute to this tea. Thank you and you should thank the court , Not this criminal wanted by the court!"

The people around were slightly disturbed, and then talked about it, although it has not dispersed, but at least it is not as nervous as before.

Xiao Zhang narrowed his eyes and looked at the famous mansion.

Master Zhifu said firmly: "You don't have to threaten the official, I'm not afraid of you, you don't want to listen to me, kill me."

Xiao Zhang said: "If it were in the past, you would be dead at this time."

Zhifu stared at the blank paper on his face and shouted sharply, "How about death? I pitched into the world, spoke for the people, and died well, but you are just a criminal wanted by the court, and will only bully the weak and kill the innocent! Really! There is no forgiveness for all evils, and there is no redemption!"

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"Xiao Zhang has a fierce temper, and he has died a lot of strong monks in battle. He is really not a good person, but to say that bullying is weak, killing innocent people... This is not what he will do, not that he is not willing to do it. , But he disdains to do it."

Among the crowd, Hu 32 whispered to Chen Changsheng.

Today's Fengyang County has many court masters, as well as Divine Crossbow Camp, the most important thing is that there are a few Tsing Yi Taoists.

If nothing happens, Xiao Zhang may really usher in the end of his death.

When Hu Thirty-two whispered to Chen Changsheng, looking at his face, he just wanted to know what His Majesty the Pope thought.

It is natural that Chen Changsheng and his party can change the situation between the courts.

At this moment, Hu Sanji suddenly realized that the folded sleeves that had not left the Pope had disappeared.

"You don't know us, otherwise you won't say this sentence, let alone look at him when you speak."

Tang Thirty-six said to him: "Look, you don't have to look at his eyes when you fold your sleeves, you leave."

Hu Sanjiu didn't understand what he meant, until the next moment he heard the violent crack of the air above the stone steps.

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It has been three years since the court pursued and killed Xiao Zhang. The chasing team kept changing people, but except for those assassins hidden in the dark, the main force still came from the criminal department.

Several masters from the Criminal Department dispersed the crowd, blocked Xiao Zhang's path of retreat, undid the iron rope on his body, and slipped to Xiao Zhang.

Those eerie ropes and tricks are much worse than those of the six bureaucrats in the Tang Dynasty, but they are in the same vein and have their own power.

Xiao Zhang was almost unable to stand up at this time, and where can he avoid these chains.

Since it cannot be avoided, it will not be avoided.

Being powerless to avoid does not mean powerless to fight again.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the trick he should use to pick up one of the Tsing Yi Taoists later, and then jumped into the river.

Even if he died, he would die in accordance with his name, and he had to be arrogant.

But the next moment, he could not feel his neck in the cold and heavy iron chain sleeve, but heard a series of dense chaos.

Those sounds are very crisp, obviously the impact of metal, but too dry, like the metal is broken.

He opened his eyes and looked, and saw that in the light in front of him, fragments of iron chains were flying everywhere, which was actually pretty.

In the depths of those iron chain fragments, there are some extremely sharp traces, but no weapons are visible.

The Taoists in Tsing Yi watched the iron chain in the hands of the masters of the punishment department break, their eyes narrowed, and they flew towards the top of the stone steps.

They ignored the sharp breath that shattered the iron chain, and the purpose was very clear, that is, to kill Xiao Zhang.

Several gloomy sword lights stab towards Xiao Zhang's vital point at a very strange angle.

These Tsing Yi Taoists come from Changchun Temple in Luoyang and practice the authentic Taoism of the State Church. In a sense, they are the same as Chen Changsheng, but I don’t know whether it is because Changchun Temple has hidden many years in the historical night, their swords The law must be more strange and unpredictable.

But their sword still failed to stab Xiao Zhang.

The dense and crisp metal impact sounded again on the stone steps.

Several extremely invisible traces, tearing the morning light, leaving a residual image in the sky on the stone steps, looking like a wolf claw.

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