The best county magistrate

The spring breeze of February blew across the earth, rolling up catkins all over the sky, like countless blood slaughterers raising cold sickles, and a murderous aura enveloped the entire Shuangxia Town.

The uniform sound of horse hooves passed by, as if even the earth was shaking, instantly breaking the tranquility of the town.

Sitting on the second floor, sipping tea and eating melon seeds, looking at the dust swirling in the distance, Yang Xuanchen showed a trace of caution on his face.

As expected of one of the Sixteen Guards of Great Yan, in just a few hundred meters, they showed an unstoppable attitude.

In just a few moments, the teahouse was surrounded.

Wu Chuan stood astride his horse, pointing his sword at Yang Xuanchen, "The traitor Yang Xuanchen, behead him quickly and sacrifice his head!"

Yang Xuanchen opened a peanut, twisted it gently with three fingers, and took off the red peanut clothing on top.

He slowly brought the peanuts to Zhou Miaomiao, "Miaomiao, eat some peanuts. I didn't expect that the fried peanuts in this small place are pretty good."

Zhou Miaomiao glared at him, but still followed his wishes and ate the peanut.

"That person asked you to sacrifice your head. Are you still in the mood to eat peanuts?"

Yang Xuanchen didn't even look at Wuchuan. Instead, he smiled at Zhou Miaomiao, "He called Yang Xuanchen a rebel, and I'm not a rebel..."

With a puff, Zhou Miaomiao was amused by him, and her eyes turned into crescent moons with laughter.

When she turned her head downstairs, she happened to see Wuchuan's face that was so angry that it turned the color of pig liver.

Wuchuan felt a surge of anger in his heart and wanted to vent it, but was quickly suppressed by reason.

Why is this pretty boy so carefree and content?

Is there anything he can't rely on?

Who is this woman, and why does she feel so familiar?

Wuchuan looked around again. At this time, the streets were empty. The shops facing the street had closed their doors long ago when they saw so many sergeants coming.

There were only a dozen or so customers on the first floor of the tea house, but they were already frightened and huddled in a corner.

He reined in his horse and turned around. Only one window opened on the second floor of the inn opposite, and there was a stunning beauty looking out of the window.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, and natural heroes also love beauties. Wuchuan was instantly attracted by her appearance.

Wuchuan decided to capture Yang Xuanchen first, and then go to the second floor of the inn to meet this beautiful girl.

He smiled at her with what he thought was a handsome smile, and then swung his long knife towards the teahouse.

"You Yiwei was ordered to capture the rebel Yang Xuanchen. If anyone who resists is considered an ally, he will be killed without mercy!"

"Kill without mercy!" A school captain responded, got off his horse and led a group of Youyi guards into the teahouse.

However, Wu Chuan did not see the slightest trace of panic on Yang Xuanchen's face, and this time he became suspicious again.

Sure enough, countless thunderous sounds rang out in the teahouse, followed by the screams of the Youyi guards.

He looked inside the teahouse. The blood of the sergeants had stained the entire teahouse, but he saw no sign of resistance from anyone.

Except for the guests huddled closer together in the corner, there was no one else on the entire first floor.

Who?

Who caused my warriors to fall?

Was it an ambush set by Yang Xuanchen?

Wu Chuan raised his head and glanced at Yang Xuanchen again, only to see that he was holding a cup of tea and drinking it leisurely, not paying attention to himself and You Yiwei at all.

In anger, he shouted to another captain: "Come on!"

This time Wuchuan's eyes were fixed on the sergeant who entered the teahouse and he did not dare to relax for a moment. As the thunder sounded again, he finally saw clearly.

It turned out that it was the dozen or so common people who were huddled together. The unknown weapons in their hands burst into flames, and then the elites of Youyiwei lost their combat effectiveness inexplicably.

"Alchemist?" He couldn't help shouting.

The captain next to him cast a doubtful look at him when he heard this, "General, what do you mean, there is an alchemist in the teahouse?"

Alchemist!

Legend has it that the alchemist holds thunder, life and death, and can cut off mountains and rivers. If he meets an alchemist, he will die without rebirth.

The sound of the alchemist instantly caused a commotion among Youyiwei in front of the teahouse.

"Why are you panicking? How can there be alchemists here! There are just a dozen rebels! All the officers and men obey the order and follow me to kill!"

Wuchuan's prestige was quite high among the Youyi guards. Following his order, countless sergeants rushed into the teahouse with swords in hand.

But he himself was Yang Xuanchen who took off his crescent bow, strung an arrow and aimed it at the window.

With a snap, Zhou Miaomiao closed the window, and instantly came to Yang Xuanchen and took him a few steps to hide inward to avoid the arrows shot by Wuchuan.

"Damn it, this guy doesn't dare to attack himself. He only shoots cold arrows. He's so shameless."

Hearing what Yang Xuanchen said, Zhou Miaomiao curled her lips and said, "Who told you to pretend to be cool? If they don't shoot you, they will shoot you."

"What do you say now? Is Sister Yu going to make any move?"

Yang Xuanchen thought for a moment and nodded to her, "They have already attacked twice. The people in Youyiwei are not that stupid. There are only about ten people downstairs. Wu Changqing and the others can't stand it."

"If what is expected is true, Weiwei has already given the order."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty strong men holding clarinets appeared on the north and south sides of the long street outside the teahouse.

With excitement on their faces, they pulled the trigger.

With the flames coming out of the black tube, one bullet after another caused the right guards to fall into a pool of blood.

The blood and fallen brothers aroused the murderous intention of the Youyi Guard sergeants, and they rode their horses to kill the strong men.

Unfortunately, before he could get close, more black gun barrels protruded from the concierges on both sides of the street.

In less than a moment, almost all the three to four hundred right guards brought by Wuchuan fell into a pool of blood.

The remaining sergeants were almost all masters. They gathered around Wuchuan on guard, and everyone had a look of fear in their eyes.

They had never seen a battle like today, where the entire army was almost wiped out without even touching the opponent's people.

This is the first and only time that You Yiwei has been defeated so miserably.

The windows of the tea house and the inn were opened at the same time, and Meijiao Niang stuck her head out again. Unfortunately, Wuchuan was no longer in the mood to appreciate it at this time.

He stared at the pretty face in the teahouse that he hated so much that he gritted his teeth tightly with hatred.

"Hey, the beautiful woman across from you, would you like me to invite you to tea later?"

Meijiao Niang pretended to be shy and said, "Won't the sister in front of you be jealous?"

Yang Xuanchen burst out laughing, looking very cheerful, "There are many people, it's lively."

As he spoke, he ignored Wuchuan's gaze and stretched out his hand to wave to Mei Jiao Niang.

"what!"

Wuchuan couldn't bear it anymore. As a dignified deputy general of You Yiwei, he was teased by this kid one after another today.

Not only did he lose his troops, but he also wanted to snatch away the woman that Te Niang liked.

He shouted loudly, stepped on the horse and jumped towards the second floor of the teahouse.

"Big man, didn't you hear that this good-looking young man invited me to drink tea? What do you want to do?"

Yu Wei shouted, and then flew out of the inn like a fairy descending to earth. The soft sword at her waist had appeared in her hand at some point, pointing straight at Wuchuan.

In mid-air, Wu Chuan's eyes froze when he heard the sound, and he had no choice but to use his long knife to parry.

The masters of You Yiwei wanted to step forward to help, but were stopped by a red-tasseled gun in the teahouse.

"Wu Family! Thunder Gun!" Someone shouted.

Wu Changqing had a proud smile on his face, and danced a few more times, causing everyone to take a few steps back, "I have such good eyesight, I didn't expect that there are people here who know my Thunder Gun!"

At this time, Yang Xuanchen's voice came, "Weiwei, Changqing, these are all masters, catching them alive!"

"Yang Xuanchen! I..."

Before Wuchuan could finish his words, he met Yu Wei's soft sword, and the two of them fought together.

Seeing that they were unable to fight for a long time, Zhou Miaomiao jumped out of the window with Wu Feng in hand, and cut off the long knife in Wu Chuan's hand with a clang.

"Wufeng!"

"who are you?"

Unfortunately, as the Hua sisters, Xie Tianjie, Shen Qingyun and others joined the battle, the remaining people were quickly subdued one by one.

Yang Xuanchen walked down from the teahouse, walked to Wuchuan, smiled at him, "Go back to the capital!"