Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"What else do you have to say now?"

A middle-aged man with a long thin face was holding a weapon, surrounded Song Mo with four other people, and asked sternly.

"A certain..."

"Chen Qing is not what you said."

"The people of Xianyang all praise him for his benevolence, righteousness, virtuousness, and compassion for the people. Together with His Royal Highness, we will seek the well-being of the poor, the elderly, and the weak."

"The coal distributed and the street lamps erected on the street were all witnessed by a certain family."

"The abolition of harsh punishments and harsh laws was only implemented after Chen Shaofu risked his life to advise His Majesty."

"How can a certain family harm Zhongliang because of their own selfishness?"

Song Mo showed no fear, and spoke generously.

After Chen Qing and the spies lurking at the side met, they winked at each other and hid behind the simple shack to listen.

"Song Mo!"

"When you committed the murder case back then, if the head of the family hadn't contributed money and efforts to help you establish relationships with the government, you would have become a pile of dead bones!"

"Do you want to be that ungrateful little man?"

The middle-aged man's voice was cold: "Chen Qing is best at hypocrisy and hypocrisy. You are still a descendant of Mo Sheng, and you are as ignorant as a fool!"

"If it weren't for the patriarch's generosity, I would have taken your life long ago!"

Song Mo bowed his head and remained silent, unmoved at all.

Once an honest person gets stubborn, no one can do anything.

"Song Mo, I'll give you another chance."

"Now you accompany Chen Qing around, as long as..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Mo: "A certain family will never do something that would be cast aside by all people."

"The kindness of the past, a certain family paid for it with their lives!"

After Song Mo finished speaking, he stared at the weapon in the opponent's hand with piercing eyes.

"Stubborn fool!"

"I'll call you today..."

"Cough cough."

With a light cough, Chen Qing appeared from the shadows with the spies of the Black Ice Terrace.

"grown ups!"

Song Mo showed a panicked expression.

Even with the sword on his body just now, he can die generously.

But as soon as he saw Chen Qing, he was immediately ashamed.

"Chen Qing!"

The leading middle-aged man was horrified, and looked around quickly.

"It is this official."

Chen Qingping raised his musket and sneered disdainfully.

"I heard that you have been plotting to assassinate me, and now I stand in front of you."

"Who will take my head?"

There were not many spies from the Black Ice Terrace, including Chen Qing, there were only four of them in total.

But they are all equipped with fine steel crossbows, and at this distance, several of them can be knocked down in one encounter.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, knowing that he might not survive.

"Go!"

With a loud shout, he swung his weapon and jumped up vigorously, slashing at Chen Qing.

Even if he dies, he will pull the other party's back!

boom!

Chen Qing looked calm and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The muzzle flash flickered away.

A cloud of blood exploded from the chest of the middle-aged man leaping in mid-air in an instant, and the forward momentum stopped abruptly.

The remaining four looked fierce, and after being shot down by crossbow arrows, they still rushed towards Chen Qing with arrows stuck in their bodies.

"Lord be careful!"

Song Mo hesitated for a moment, then strode towards him, wrapped his long arms around, and pulled the nearest person back backwards.

Before the other party could react, a pair of Kong Wu's powerful arms clamped his head.

Click!

After the crisp sound of the neck bone breaking, the person in Song Mo's arms rolled his eyes and fell down softly.

"grown ups……"

Song Mo put aside the corpse, subconsciously going to rescue Chen Qing.

And two spies from the Black Ice Platform had already stood in front of them.

From between them protruded a black gun barrel.

The corners of Chen Qing's mouth curled up, watching the fire rope burn quickly to the end.

boom!

Matchlock guns are bulky and have poor accuracy, but the power of lead sand fired at close range is extremely amazing.

A cloud of blood mixed with minced meat flew around, splashing on the heads and faces of the two spies.

Their ears were buzzing, and their minds were completely useless.

Chen Qing looked coldly at the middle-aged man who fell on the ground. The man clutched his blood-stained chest in embarrassment, struggling to get up.

The eyes of the two met together, and the undisguised killing intent was clearly discernible.

"There is still a living, what are you doing?"

When he shot, he deliberately avoided the position of the heart. In addition, the power of the flintlock gun was limited, and it would not kill people in a short time.

The three spies stepped forward quickly and kicked away the weapons beside the middle-aged man.

They skillfully pressed each other's hands and feet, checked whether there was hidden poison in their mouths, and then stuffed the hemp balls in.

After a while, the middle-aged man lost control of his tongue, and saliva dripped down from the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Shaofu, we will take him back."

"When I have a clue, I will definitely report back to you."

After the captives were tied tightly and the wounds were treated, the spies from the Black Ice Terrace bowed and bowed.

"Lao Zhao is at ease as an official."

Chen Qing heard loud shouts in the distance, and a large group of torches was approaching quickly.

"Clean up here, don't leave anything behind."

He turned his head and looked at Song Mo who was standing beside him: "What are you still doing in a daze, come with me."

"grown ups……"

"A certain family has no face to stay by your side, please sir..."

Song Mo's expression was extremely tangled, and he looked at the weapons left on the ground several times.

"Stop doing that!"

Chen Qing stepped forward and grabbed his collar: "If it wasn't for Xiangli's family's face, I would have shot you by the way!"

"The sages of the Mohist school are famous all over the world, and there are countless heroes."

"How come you are such a useless thing!"

Song Mo's martial arts is obviously much higher than that group of people.

Even if he is outnumbered, it is estimated that he is not his opponent.

However, because of the righteousness in his heart, Song Mo put on a posture of waiting to die.

With Chen Qing's three views, it is really impossible to understand this kind of behavior.

"Is your life so worthless?"

He poked Song Mo's chest: "The Mo family is about to flourish, even if you can't help me, live well and witness the day of its revival with your own eyes."

"The little man understands."

Song Mo had mixed feelings and lowered his head deeply.

"Chen Lang!"

Xiangli Ling ran over in a panic, holding a long stick in her hand.

"I am fine."

Chen Qing smiled and waved at her.

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That night.

After the curfew, there was a sudden sound of gold and iron clashing in the quiet city of Xianyang.

Chen Qing and Xiang Liling were both wearing bearskin cloaks, and they were sitting on the ridge of the house, exchanging heart and soul.

Suddenly, a few fires lit up in the distance, and then sprinkled like sparks all over the sky.

"Chen Lang, what happened?"

Xiangli Ling worriedly looked in the direction of the shouting sound.

"Probably the government is looking for the thief."

Chen Qing didn't expect Zhao Chong to be so efficient.

A wooden attic was ignited by a rocket and turned into a pillar of fire in the dark night.

There were vague and ear-piercing shouts and screams coming from afar.

Judging from the surrounding gardens and pavilions, it must be a luxurious mansion of the old six kingdoms in the city.

Chen Qing couldn't help thinking of the abandoned house where the guys from the copper and iron shop lived when they first came to Xianyang.

After tonight, maybe it will look like that too.

"Chen Lang, are you hiding something from me?"

Xiang Liling asked worriedly.

"how could be."

Chen Qing smiled and pinched her face.

"A Ling, do you think I'm alright?"

Xiangli Ling didn't hesitate at all, and nodded vigorously: "Of course you are good, the common people praise you."

Her complexion suddenly changed, and she said displeasedly: "There are also a small number of treacherous people who are secretly talking about right and wrong behind their backs. Every time I see them, I have to scold them."

Chen Qing laughed heartily.

"No one is perfect, and it is impossible for everyone to like me."

He put the bearskin cloak on Xiangli Ling's body, and tightened the belt around the neckline.

"If you vote for peaches, I will reward you with plums."

"If someone has bad intentions for me, don't blame me for killing."