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Even the merciful Shaolin Abbot Xuanci, if you say that killing one person will pay for one life, giving him ten heads is not enough to cut off.

Besides, if those well-known decent sects have long since formed a form of separate jurisdiction from the imperial court, such as Shaolin Kongtong and other major sects, the total number of disciples in the past generations is thousands, and there are still thousands of disciples. Everyone is a master of martial arts, how many people in the local government know martial arts?

If your imperial court really rushed in to arrest people, it would probably have to mobilize tens of thousands of armored soldiers from the imperial city or the frontier, and divide them into several groups to carry out encirclement and suppression, which would also cause a backlash from other sects!

Is it worthwhile for you to launch a large-scale battle with tens of thousands of people in the country for the life and death of one person?

Therefore, the government and martial arts people also have a certain consensus, that is, the gang's affairs should be resolved by the gang itself, and it would be a violation of the rules to report to the officials.

And Xu Ying is one of the rare knights who still has the faith of the past after seeing the real rivers and lakes.

Compared with those "knights" who are prone to fighting, eating meat and drinking heavily, and forgetting why they carried the sword in the past, they have done a lot of things to uphold justice and fight injustice on weekdays. A bit of a good name.

People from the same village who are adjacent to each other, no matter whether they know each other or not, when mentioning Xu Ying, who doesn't give a thumbs up, saying that the old Xu family has a famous hero.

But his mistake was that he was meddling when the disciples of "Xuanyuan Sword Sect", the largest sect in Jingzhou, were traveling.

On that day, Zhao Fei, the son of the King of Jingzhou, went out on an autumn hunting trip with great momentum, apart from fifty yellow-armored cavalry, several elders of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect led a large group of disciples to accompany them.

All the way, the ban on riding on the official road was like a decoration, people turned their backs and collapsed one after another, but who dared to say no loudly?

Although the number of private soldiers supported by the county king is no more than [-] in name, his Xuanyuan Sword Sect was able to gain fame and dominance in Jingzhou. It is better than a private soldier, it is said that the tribute to the palace every year is carried by several carriages, and boxes of real gold and silver are carried inside the vertical flower gate.

Once on the boat on the Hudu River, he shot a rebellious oiran through the chest and abdomen, hung it on a flagpole and exposed it to the sun for three days, so he was called the "evil dragon", how could he care about these flat-headed What the common people think is that they are rushing all the way to their own hunting place.

A group of members of the Huwei gang, who were on the side of the official road at that time, witnessed this scene completely.

At that time, in the center of the official road, there happened to be a pregnant woman who was about to give birth. When she saw a large group of people rushing towards him, she was so frightened that her heart was shattered. When she hurried to avoid it, it happened that her amniotic fluid broke, and she knelt down on the official road alone in horror. central.

The only person present was Xu Ying, who dared to go to the rescue when the iron cavalry was approaching.

However, there were so many yellow-armored cavalry who cleared the way. The son was very interested, and he didn't even look at whether it was a pregnant woman. He just picked up the tip of the gun, hung it on the barrel of the gun, rode for a few feet, and threw the corpse aside.

Xu Ying was the only one who stepped forward to help, but he was not rescued, but the fishy amniotic fluid and hot blood splashed all over his face.

The man is still angry, let alone Xu Ying, a man of seven feet?

So Xu Ying, a third-rate disciple of the third-rate sect, drew out that third-rate sword.

But that high-ranking son didn't even look at him, the guard beside him swept his iron sword away with a sweep of the scabbard, and drove the precious horse straight away.

On the contrary, two disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect stopped at the elder's signal.

They didn't speak ill of each other, they didn't insult the deceased, they just looked at him with indifference and pity, thinking that it was his wife, and bluntly said that they would compensate him with money.

Xu Ying, whose face was full of scarlet blood, bent down, but instead of picking up the silver coins thrown on the ground, he glanced at the Huwei gang who had scattered in a hurry, and picked up his iron sword.

Old Uncle Xu remembered that Xu Ying was escorted back by two disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect. He was covered in scars and bleeding from his orifices. When he took up the sword, this man who had never shed a tear knelt down on him and his little brother. In front of Wanwan, wept loudly and kowtowed in repentance.

He said that he had killed someone, and now he was going to pay for it, but he didn't regret it, he was just afraid that his grandfather and grandson would be implicated, if he was given another chance, he would still slash those two swords.

He is a third-rate swordsman, but a first-rate knight.

13. I hate seeing the ancients

In a world where martial arts flourish, the humbleness of the weak is everywhere.

It is also the inevitable result of this world that chivalrous use of martial arts is prohibited.

But there are still some alternatives, using the three-foot iron sword in their hands to maintain the humble word of chivalry.

That day Xu Ying grabbed the ground with his head, and the ground he knocked on was covered with bloodstains. He said that he was ashamed of his grandfather and grandson, but he was not ashamed of the three-foot iron sword in his hand.

That day, Xiaomaru Maru and Old Uncle Xu desperately protected each other and begged bitterly.

But when watching Sen Leng's iron sword slash at his father, no one would have thought that Xiao Maru would dare to pounce on him.

When seeing the scene of the child breaking his arm, those two disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect might also feel unbearable.

But thinking that the two dead people were their dear relatives, friends, brothers and sisters, who had long been used to seeing life and death, threw down a few bottles of golden sore medicine, and dragged the hysterical but powerless Xu Ying away indifferently.

Xiaowanwan remembered the words of her father clutching her broken arm like a madman: "In the next life, I will be a hero again, and having a daughter is a prostitute, and having a son is a slave."

Since that day, Xiaomaru and Old Uncle Xu have never seen Xu Ying again, nor have they seen the two Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples.

But what makes people feel ridiculous is that among the people who came here every now and then to eat free food and seek trouble, except for the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Xiaomaru Maru actually saw one or two brothers and sisters who used to be from the same clan as his father.

When she was young, she felt that she would not be able to understand the word chivalry that her father insisted on until his death.

"Brother, do you know martial arts?" Xiaomaru wiped her grandfather's teary cheek, but she was surprisingly calm at this moment.

"A little bit." Ye Tai replied lightly. This story touched him, but that's all. With his current state of incomplete soul, I'm afraid that nothing will happen to make him so angry that his blood splatters five steps. matter.

"Then can you beat Xuanyuan Dragon City?" Xiaomaru asked.

"I don't know." Mrs. Ye replied.

"Then can you beat Gusu Murong?"

"Never hit."

"Then who can you beat?"

Ye Tai was silent for a while, then smiled lightly and said: "My senior brother once told me that when I set foot in the Central Plains martial arts again, he would write ten words for me."

"What is Central Plains? Which ten words?"

"I hate to see the ancients, but now I have no resistance."

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"Brother, what Grandpa said by those ten words means invincible! Are you really that good?"

On the streets of Jingzhou City, Xu Qingwan had long since lost the fear of last night. She was wearing the new clothes Mrs. Ye bought for her, bouncing and tugging at the corners of Mrs. Ye's clothes. full.

Yes, Xiao Maru's name is Xu Qingwan.

Last night his grandfather explained the meaning of those ten words to her with a smile, and she believed that he really followed Mrs. Ye.

Early this morning, Mrs. Ye wanted to mortgage her gemstones and leave after paying for their meals, but Xu Qingwan woke up quickly after hearing the movement, and asked Mrs. Ye to take her with her no matter what.

Just take it with you, but why do you keep leading me to the hinterland of Xuanyuan Sword Sect?

I don't want to fight. Hey, at least for now, the court of the Song Dynasty is of value to him. Forging a blood feud with Xuanyuan Sword Sect is to turn against the county king Zhao and the blood of the royal family.

Maybe I will do something conveniently when I leave this world, but it must not be now.