Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Although Zhou Leng had never fallen deeply in love with others, she knew one thing: people would only be attracted to people who were different from themselves, would only like people who were the opposite of themselves, and would admire those who did things that they could not do.

Based on his speculation, Zhou Leng made a preliminary assessment of Yao Qing's character: a bold and careful, brave and resourceful, straight-forward man who would avenge any grudge.

Such a person should like a woman who is gentle, considerate, literate, timid but kind-hearted, and a little bit temperamental.

Let’s leave it at that.

If the other person changes slowly, it doesn't matter, you will change accordingly. A woman's tear can make you intoxicated.

His eyes returned to Yao Qing, who was at a loss as to what to do after hearing the young lady's crying. He had no idea how to comfort her softly, so he just said in a deep voice:

"Why are you crying? With me here, no one can come to your house and hurt you. People are most afraid of having both sides. As long as we are loyal to the leader, we will be able to live in peace. Now that you and I are one, I will naturally protect you."

Zhou Leng's eyes were red. He stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, brother, for protecting me."

This ceremony looks so graceful and elegant, like a willow swaying in the wind.

Zhou Leng is using the beauty trap. After all, the fact that he can practice here means that there must be powerful people here. He still has to grab the umbrella of protection in front of him and show off when he becomes stronger. Now he has to be a dormant sixth.

Faced with such beauty, Yao Qing couldn't help but reach out to help the young lady up.

Zhou Leng stopped when she saw that things were going well. She sat back in her original seat and said rather embarrassedly:

"I am sorry to have embarrassed you, brother. Come eat something. You must be hungry after a busy day."

"You should eat more too."

After dinner, Zhou Leng cleaned the dishes and cleaned the room by himself.

Yao Qing sat on a wooden bench in deep thought. After a while, he said to the busy figure, "Yirong, stop busying yourself. Bring some steamed buns over here."

Zhou Leng obediently wrapped a few buns with lotus leaves, then walked to the man.

Yao Qing took Zhou Leng's wrist and walked towards the bed.

Zhou Leng frowned slightly. Wasn't this too fast?

When he got to the bed, the man let go and lifted the quilt. He touched the outside of the bed with his hand and pressed some mechanism. The bed made a slight sound. The man suddenly lifted the wooden board on the bed and saw the dark entrance to the cellar.

"Go in, and come out when I come back and open it."

Zhou Leng casually picked up the thin blanket on the bed and threw it in, both to test and to avoid the cold. Then she held the man's arm with one hand and stepped on the visible wooden ladder with one foot. She said directly:

"Brother, be careful. I will wait for you to come back safely."

Yao Qing watched the woman go down to the cellar, he covered the floor with wooden boards, pressed the lock, and spread the quilt. He walked to the wall, took the machete, held it in his hand, and stared at the bed in silence, as if he had made up his mind, and then turned and left.

In the courtyard of the village chief Han Shaoyong, there were more than a dozen guards performing acrobatics in the yard.

Yao Qing put the machete into the wooden barrel for weapons inside the gate, and asked someone to inform the village chief that he had something to discuss.

Han Shaoyong was actually waiting for Yao Qing's arrival, and he had already put on protective gear.

When Yao Qing entered the room and saw the other party's attire, he clasped his fists in greeting and said:

"Village leader, I allowed Deng Rang to deceive me and tried to poison me. Fortunately, my husband and I have a deep relationship, so he didn't succeed. Please help me, village leader."

Han Shaoyong squinted his eyes and looked at him and said:

"You've come just in time. Put on your armor and follow me to find Lu Fei to discuss why he put Qiu Lu in danger. The brothers in the village are all my brothers and sisters, and no one can harm their lives."

Yao Qing clasped his fists and saluted again with a moved look on his face. He said excitedly: "Don't worry, village chief. Yao Qing swears to follow my brother until death."

"Good brother! Put on your armor and follow me."

A group of more than twenty people marched straight to the yard of the second leader, Lu Fei.

This was a fight on the top of Sanyuan Mountain. The minions were still standing guard, farming, and playing dice at the foot of the mountain. They had no idea that their three village chiefs were fighting among themselves.

Yao Qing followed Han Shaoyong closely with a machete in his hand.

In the courtyard of the second village chief, a dozen strong men also held their knives tightly and vigilantly towards the sudden arrivals.

At this moment, a dozen people appeared from behind Han Shaoyong and his group, and the leader was Lu Fei.

The third leader of the village, Deng Rang, walked out of the courtyard of the second leader.

Deng Rang raised his voice and said, "Big Brother, what are you doing? Why are you here to talk to Big Brother and you brought so many people with you?"

Han Shaoyong sneered.

"Third brother, please don't talk to the eldest brother like that. We are brothers who bow to each other, so you should be more respectful to the eldest brother. Let me bow to the eldest brother first."

After Lu Fei finished speaking, he gestured to the people behind him, and they rushed up with ferocious faces.

Yao Qing drew out his broadsword, and he stood guard beside Han Shaoyong and said:

"Don't worry, village chief. If they hurt you, they can just step over my dead body."

The people around him echoed and protected Han Zhaizhu in the middle and started fighting.

Han Shaoyong took out the whistling arrow on his back and shot an arrow into the sky.

Hidden figures appeared one after another on the trees in the distance.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the arrows came attacking quickly.

The people led by Lu Fei were soon killed or injured and fell to the ground. At this moment, an arrow attacked Han Shaoyong at a tricky angle, and the direction of the arrow was exactly the direction of their own long-range attack team.

This is where the human heart is hard to predict.

Yao Qing aimed at the angle and direction, and cut off the arrow with one knife, but this move also distracted him. A strong man in the courtyard of the second village chief slashed his shoulder with a knife, and blood flowed. He cried out in pain and continued to fight.

The balance of victory had already tipped towards Han Shaoyong. Although a small accident occurred, it was resolved by Yao Qing.

In the end, Deng Rang was killed by Han Shaoyong with a sword, and Lu Fei was wounded by an arrow but was not killed.

When the fight ended, more than twenty people were killed and more than a dozen were injured.

After Yao Qing was helped to bandage his wounds, he followed everyone to carry the body and bury it.

"Yao Qing, the chief is looking for you, what are you doing here?" A man in short clothes shouted as he walked in the distance.

When Yao Qing saw that the man was Uncle Zhong, the village's grain collector, he answered casually:

"Why bother you to come and look for them? I will carry the people with my brothers to bury them. They are all brothers in the village. The dead should be buried in peace."

Uncle Zhong stepped forward, grabbed Yao Qing and said, "Come with me, the chief is looking for you. The brothers who are the chief are here to take care of it."

The two walked quickly along the way and arrived at the meeting hall in the middle of the mountain top.

Lu Fei was kneeling in the hall, and Deng Rang's body was placed next to him.

The chief of the village sat in the middle of the upper seat, and five people in charge sat at the lower seat.

Yao Qing was pulled by Uncle Zhong to sit on the only two empty chairs.

Han Shaoyong watched the last two people who came in and sat down. He coughed and was about to speak.

There were so many grudges and feuds between the three courts, and so many gatherings of heroes in front of the meeting hall.