The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 80 The Gods and Buddhas Are Dispersed (Please subscribe and ask for a monthly ticket)

   This knife was really as fast as thunder, and it was as powerful as a dragon or a tiger. Unfortunately, this knife did not directly kill the opponent after all.

  The elders of the Cui family who were witnesses were not just for nothing. How could a young man violently kill his clansmen in front of them?

   "Bang!" Several fists slammed on the side of the knife almost in no particular order.

  To everyone's surprise, this level of crushing is like an outrageous comparison of adults beating children. With so many people slapping knives at the same time, they are the ones who are knocked back by the shock.

  Big Xia Dragon Sparrow's own repulsion!

   You ordinary people also want to touch me!

  A group of elders from the Cui family fell back in shock, and some were pushed against the wall of the copper hall by the force of the shock.

  However, their strength still deflected the direction of the broadsword, and this knife barely scratched the corner of the young man's clothes.

   "Zhao Changhe!" The man jumped out of the hall angrily, pointed his halberd and cursed angrily: "Are you colluding with your two brothers-in-law, planting and killing people at will, and disturbing the muddy water!"

   "What's going on?" Countless people were pouring in, and they were in a mess: "Why did they suddenly start fighting?"

  Cui Wenjue stepped out of the crowd, helped the young man, and asked coldly in the hall: "What's the meaning of this, big brother? Is this Qinghe's defense of traitors, or is it to see him show off his might?"

   This is his son, Cui Yuanteng.

  Cui Wenjing stopped the elders who were beaten to the wall of the hall from continuing to surround Zhao Changhe, looked at Zhao Changhe strangely, and then looked at his daughter who was quite at a loss.

The development of this matter was beyond his expectation. This time, he really just wanted to let Zhao Changhe test the affinity of Daxia Dragonfinch quietly this time, and he didn't intend to let Zhao Changhe get involved in the Cui family's matter. It is not predictable that the sparrow will show off its prestige. But how should I put it... This unexpected change seems to have a better effect than what I originally planned.

  He came out with the sword calmly, and said lightly: "The old man needs to apologize to all the clansmen first, before I lied about it."

   The public sentiment was sensational.

   Many old people said: "Wen Jing might as well speak more clearly."

  Cui Wenjing said: "The sword is a dead thing after all, relying on it to distinguish ghosts and monsters, after all, it is still possible to kill them because of other things. They are all members of my own clan, how can I be willing?"

  An old man smacked his lips in pain: "Then Wen Jing asked everyone to go in and test, isn't it just for fun?"

"The palace is dark, and the scabbard is also black. The juniors have little practice, so they can't tell that the old man wiped some gadgets on the scabbard in advance. If you have no ghosts in your heart, you will naturally touch the sword. There must be contamination on your hands. If you have ghosts in your heart, Maybe the inner strength gauntlet looks like touching the sword, but in fact it doesn't dare to touch it at all." Cui Wenjing smiled slightly: "This is the real way to distinguish, in fact, this method has been recorded in the history of the era, and it was not created by the old man."

  Grass...Zhao Changhe was startled in his heart. Maybe many people know the allusion, and he himself knows it, but he never thought of this trick.

  Now he doubts that the other party has done so much, and in the end it is to force out the fact that there is something wrong with Qinghe Sword. As a result, the old man didn't plan to rely on any mysterious method of identification from the beginning to the end. Even if there was a problem with the sword, he could cover it up as a matter of course, and no one would doubt it at all.

In fact, Cui Wenjing himself proposed to use the Qinghe sword for identification, just to create this scene, to prove to some people who have doubts openly: Qinghe sword is fine, I dare to let everyone touch it, and dare to hold it to stand in front of everyone. In front of him, the voice of doubt can rest.

  This is the main reason for the series of operations, and finding the real culprit is just an incidental meaning.

  You are so awesome, how can you be so naive... so cute when you have a daughter.

   The whispers gradually subsided, and everyone understood Cui Wenjing's meaning. This trick is really useful...

  Cui Wenjing laughed and looked around: "You understand, then it's easy to handle. Now everyone spread out their hands and let everyone see, how are your palms?"

  Cui Yuanyong and Cui Yuancheng immediately stretched out their hands, and everyone looked at them. Sure enough, the palms of their hands were a little black, and something had been wiped off.

  The other young people who had participated in the test looked at each other and spread their hands. Sure enough, all of them were blackened. It was nothing more than a little darker and a little lighter, but it was obvious that they had been touched.

   Cui Wenjing finally looked at Cui Yuanteng beside Cui Wenjue, and said with a smile, "Nephew, it's your turn."

  Cui Yuanteng's face turned pale, he subconsciously hid his hands behind his back, and shrank behind his father.

  Everyone's eyes changed. This action alone can explain many problems.

   Cui Yuanteng stammered and shouted: "I, I was hacked by Zhao Changhe with a knife before I had time to touch the sword. They did it on purpose, yes, they did it on purpose, and they didn't let me touch the sword!"

  Cui Wenjing smiled, and several clan elders around him shook their heads. They fended off Zhao Changhe's knife to save Cui Yuanteng. That was just helping the nephew of the clan, but it didn't mean they were helping Cui Yuanteng blindly. Then a clan elder sighed and said: "As a witness, this old man can see clearly that Yuan Teng is already touching the sword, and he seems to have touched it a few times generously, but it turns out that the internal force is bound by his hands and there is no contact at all."

   It seems that the truth has come to light.

Cui Wenjue's face was very ugly, and he said slowly: "Brother's plan seems reasonable, but in fact it is still biased. Yuan Teng has been a bit stubborn since he was a child, and there are things like bullying men and women. Maybe he has a guilty conscience and dare not accept the sword. It is not uncommon to argue, how can we arbitrarily judge that this is an act of killing sisters?"

  Cui Wenjing smiled and said: "It makes sense, then Yuan Teng and Zhao Changhe have no grievances or enmity because they are not relatives, why did they reveal their murderous intentions and provoke Daxia Longque to fight back?"

  Cui Yuanteng poked his neck and said: "I don't accept him climbing up to Qianlong Eighty-eight, let alone a gangster who wants to eat swan meat, can't it! There are so many people who see him not going well, what does it mean?"

  In fact, everyone in the audience is very clear about it, and the matter is already obvious.

   But the other party insists on sophistry, but it is still difficult to hammer, after all, there is no real hard evidence, unless you go to prison for a strict trial. However, Cui Wenjue is not an ordinary person, he is the number two member of the Cui family, the governor of Qinghe County, and has a lot of entanglements. I don't know how many members of the family belong to him, and the relationship with the outside world and even the court is also very troublesome. If he wants to argue strongly, how can this matter be resolved?

  Everyone is watching Cui Wenjing, waiting for him to speak to see if he is going to start a civil war decisively.

  Cui Wenjing smiled slightly, and actually asked: "Changhe, you are the person involved, what do you think?"

"The aristocratic family is messed up, it's really sloppy." There was a chuckle from the door of the Tongdian, Zhao Changhe put the broad knife on his shoulder, and strode out: "Ask my opinion? I don't care what the reason is, I don't like this thing." , the murderous intent is directed at me, so you can't let it go?"

  Cui Yuanteng sneered: "So what?"

"Who is the ghost in the Cui family? I don't investigate the case, so I don't care. Now you want to kill me, this is a private matter between me and you! You are a man, so get out from behind your father's asshole, and have a fair fight with me. Fight! The Cui family's martial arts have been handed down from generation to generation, so don't you even have the guts?"

  Cui Yuanteng's eyes were full of hatred, and he sneered, "With the power of the Great Xia dragon sparrow artifact, what kind of a man is he? If you don't have this knife, you're just a bandit like you? Qianlong eighty-eight, what a joke!"

"Hey?" Zhao Changhe laughed loudly, and with a "clang" he stuck the dragon sparrow on the ground, and took off the waist knife that Cui Yuanyang had picked for him before: "I really used the dragon sparrow to kill you, dirty the precious sword! Come on, come on!" , let me see how the children of the aristocratic family compare to bandits!"

  Seeing that it seems to be a farce, the Cui family is catching the ghost, how did it become a young man fighting fiercely? Everyone turned to look at Cui Wenjing, and Cui Wenjing smiled: "Changhe is the person involved, so it's not an irrelevant matter, anyway, it won't take much time, everyone just take a rest and take a look. What do you think, Wen Jue?"

  Cui Wenjue was expressionless: "Since the eldest brother said so, if this person dies at the hands of Yuan Teng, Yangyang, don't cry."

  Cui Yuanyang glanced at his uncle, then at Cui Yuanteng, without saying a word.

  Cui Yuanteng is the fourth level of Xuanguan, Brother Zhao broke through the fourth level just an hour ago... Cui Yuanteng has learned all the wonderful skills of the Cui family. In theory, if Zhao Changhe didn't take the dragon bird, he should not be able to beat Cui Yuanteng. However, Cui Yuanyang's gaze towards Cui Yuanteng was already looking at a dead person.

   She has seen everyone's combat power, it is not at the same level, even before Brother Zhao broke through, it would not be too difficult to kill Cui Yuanteng, but now it is even more like killing a chicken.

  Unconsciously, an open space spread out in the arena, Zhao Changhe stood calmly by the side of Longque Dao, Cui Yuanteng drew out his sword, and his expression was extremely fierce.

   If there were no such gangsters, how could this matter come to this!

  The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he let out a loud shout, and took the initiative to make the first move!

  A beam of sword light spread out, like a clear river under the moon, winding its way through the mountains.

   "The green hills can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward." An old man whispered: "Yuan Teng's sword is surrounded by clouds and fog, and there are thousands of changes. I have already got three of them..."

   Without saying the last word "taste", his expression suddenly changed.

   "Choke!" The long knife was unsheathed.

  While drawing the knife, it almost reached Cui Yuanteng's forehead, as if his sword around the mountain was simply sending his head over to be chopped off.

   "What a fast knife!"

   No matter what changes you have, what green hills cover green water... I cut it off with a single knife, even if the green hills block me, I will cut it open with a single knife!

  Cui Yuanteng parried in extreme embarrassment, and with a "bang", the sword was almost broken, and he staggered back.

  There was a loud wind in front, and people on the left and right were shouting: "Be careful, Yuan Teng!"

  While shouting, Cui Wenjue had already dodged suddenly, trying to rescue him.

  Cui Wenjing had been prepared for a long time, holding a sword in front of him with a smile: "Why is Wen Jue so frightened by the jokes of the younger generation?"

   Cui Yuanteng staggered over there, and looked up.

  The majestic body that looks like a **** and a demon descends from the sky, holding a blood moon in his hand, and his eyes are like blood.

   Gods and Buddhas are scattered!

It’s okay if you don’t look at it. After seeing this, Cui Yuanteng felt boundless fear in his heart, and his hands and feet were weakening. He really felt that no matter what **** or Buddha he was, it was impossible to stop such an attack of killing gods and destroying Buddhas. Magic knife!

   There was a burst of shouting just right in the ear: "When you kill Yuanyang, you can think about today!"

  Cui Yuanteng shouted out of his wits: "She's not dead either! Don't kill me!"

  The audience was silent.

   Cui Wenjue, who was stopped by Cui Wenjing, turned pale.

  The blood moon subsides, and the light of the sword dissipates.

  The cold blade rested on Cui Yuanteng's neck, and beside him was Zhao Changhe who mocked with a half-smile: "Young man from a family, that's all. Winning a piece of trash like you is not even enough for me to go to the book of troubled times."

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