Taiqing Sword

Chapter 266, Kill!

Linghu asked eagerly: "What happened to the master?"

Shangguan Jinghong's anger still persisted, and he didn't answer Linghu's words. The old man sighed and said, "Sir, they always come from the desert, take the food and leave. No one knows where they come from. Some people followed quietly before, but they never came back, and besides, there are so many of them, even if they know about it, they must not go to die."

Shangguan Jinghong asked: "Then when do they usually come to collect food?"

"This... usually comes at the beginning of each month, sometimes twice, and each household has to bring ten catties of grain. Hey, this is the only thing left in the old family. I don't know. What to do, there are still three months before we can harvest food again, even if this month can pass, we still don’t know what to do with the remaining two months.”

Shangguan Jinghong nodded, Juexin really wanted to ask what happened, but he remembered that he was dumb at this time, but Shangguan Jinghong said: "Masters, the old man just told us that here is more than 100 kilometers away from Persia. Lidi, we should be able to arrive in one day, but we may have to stay for a few more days now, and it will be the beginning of the month in three days, I want to see what these bandits can do."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Jinghong told the two monks what the old man said. Juexin was furious when he heard it, and he even forgot the precepts of Buddhism against anger: "It makes no sense. Could it be that there is no one in the Central Plains? Stay and see what insane things they can do!"

Shangguan Jinghong stayed at the old man's house for three days, and Linghu would go out to hunt some game every day. At first the old man was shy, but when he saw his granddaughter greedy, he followed suit.

Three days later, there was a sound of horseshoes outside the village, and the old man trembled. Shangguan Jinghong knew that they had finally arrived. The girl will be with me, you can rest assured that nothing will happen."

The old man rubbed his hands and finally nodded. At this time, there was a shout from outside the village: "Come out, pay the food!"

The old man trembled out the door with half a bag of white rice, while Shangguan Jinghong and Linghu followed behind the old man. The old man looked back from time to time, and every time Shangguan Jinghong responded with a smile, but The old man couldn't hide the endless worry in his eyes.

Finally the old man stopped at the small square at the entrance of the village. There was still a head hanging on the flagpole in the square, but it had already turned into a bone. On top of that, he was tall and burly, with slightly blue eyes, watching his subordinates weigh their food, and stopped at the old man: "Old man, do you have enough for ten catties?"

The old man said in a trembling voice: "Chief, this is all the food in the old man's family. If it is not enough, it must be made up next month, and it must be made up!"

The leader waved his horsewhip impatiently: "There is no need to mend it." He turned his head and said to his subordinates: "Kill him, cut off his head, and hang it on the flagpole."

The subordinates did not hesitate at all. They had obviously done this many times before. They walked towards the old man with a sneer. Although the other villagers couldn't bear it, they didn't dare to speak. They all turned their heads away, but they didn't hear the old man's body fall after waiting for a long time. He turned his head and looked over again, and saw the broken hand of the Persian holding a long knife, lying quietly in front of the old man, and the old man was so scared that his face was pale. .

Shangguan Jinghong walked forward slowly, helped the old man up without looking at the Persians: "I don't want to dirty my hands, but you all have to die here today, do it yourself!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Persians: "Who are you? The helper they invited? Hehe, then kill you and deal with them."

Shangguan Jinghong narrowed his eyes: "I am not invited by them, but I do want to help them, and you will die the worst today."

The leader of the Persian laughed and passed his fingers across the villagers in front of him. The villagers all lowered their heads: "Ask them, how many people want to kill me? What happened later? They all died in my hands!" The man gave a wink, and immediately several people raised their knives and slashed at Shangguan Jinghong, who bent down unhurriedly, picked up the long knife in his broken hand, and slashed fiercely at the first person who rushed towards him. The visitor didn't even have a chance to scream and was cut in half by Shangguan Jinghong, the rest of the people stopped immediately, looked around and dared not move forward, the Persian leader was furious: "Give it to me! "

There were so many people, a group of people rushed to Shangguan Jinghong, but Shangguan Jinghong threw the knife in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "Linghu, leave one alive, and everyone else will die!"

Linghu hummed coldly, his body was like a ray of white light, and quickly passed through the middle of a group of people. In an instant, there was only a wail left on the field, and the Persians at the end lost their arms, and fell to the ground bleeding profusely struggle!

Shangguan Jinghong didn't even take a look, but stared at the Persian leader and sneered, "Now it's your turn."

"You, you can't kill me. If you kill me, you will die." The Persian felt that he was trembling when he spoke, and Shangguan Jinghong approached step by step, feeling even more horrified in his heart.

At this time, someone in the villagers shouted: "Kill him." A man boldly picked up a long knife from the ground and stabbed it fiercely in the back of the Persian leader. The Persian screamed and fell. Dismounting, he drew his long knife and was about to fight back. As soon as Shangguan Jinghong pointed out, the Persian leader immediately couldn't feel his right arm, and when he looked again, he saw that his right arm had been separated from his body. One of the villagers There were two people who picked up their long knives and looked at the Persians. After a while, the Persians lost the strength to scream and fell into a wave of blood, bloody and bloody. .

But the old man just looked at all this coldly, without fear, but with some excitement, Shangguan Jinghong called Linghu: "Ask where their lair is."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Jinghong approached the old man: "Old man, you can go home now."

The old man walked forward in a daze, picked up the knife, and chopped off the Persian's head with one blow: "Hang his head on the flagpole!" Voice.

Shangguan Jinghong knew how many relatives they had, all died at the hands of these beasts, and their relatives' heads were hung on this flagpole, and the relatives could only watch, but at this moment, it was true Avenged my loved ones!
(End of this chapter)