Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 63 Confucian Nine Yang Wenyuan

The entire Yang's old house does not occupy a large area, and the structure is not luxurious, it is just an ordinary structure with three entrances and three exits.

Behind the front hall are the east and west wing rooms, and behind it is an unobstructed courtyard. After the courtyard is the most important main building of the old house.

There are many high walls in the middle, with deep twists and turns.It is extremely difficult to sneak in from other directions when heavy firepower cannot be used.

Therefore, for Yang's second room, the front hall is their most important line of defense against the attack of Shu Road logistics.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The wooden doors and window lattices couldn't withstand the impact of the bullets at all, and they were riddled with holes in an instant.

The wood chips flying around were washed into finer debris by the ensuing stream of bullets before they landed.

The well-dressed man Yang Wenyuan, who had just talked with Yang Huchou, the head of the Yang family's second household, in the main hall not long ago, also appeared in the front hall at this moment.

Yang Wenyuan's back was pressed tightly against the wall, and the cold touch from his back made his heart beat faster and faster.

The left and right hands that hold the spear and sword tremble slightly, in this way to prevent the body from becoming stiff, and to ensure that it can violently kill people at any time.

As a benchmark figure of the younger generation of Yang's second family, Yang Wenyuan doesn't wear Confucian shirts and hard clothes, he can read but he can kill people.

His strength has already reached the peak of Confucianism Nine, and he is only one official away from being promoted to Confucian Eighth Gentleman.

But this official body stood in front of him like a moat.

It's not that Yang Wenyuan has never taken the imperial examination, but his ability to hold a pen is far inferior to his ability to hold a gun and draw a sword.

Even though today's imperial examinations are no longer limited to stereotypes, but among the six arts, the two arts of 'she and yu', which represent martial arts, still rank at the bottom of the examination.

On the single-plank bridge where thousands of troops compete in the imperial examination, Yang Wenyuan's aptitude is only qualified to be able to read, not to be able to read.

As for the disciples like him who were stuck at the threshold of Confucianism Nine, there were still a few people in Yang's second house.

This time, Yang Huchou, head of the Yang family's second family, made up his mind to take on the two great powers, and wanted to compete for the brain tissue slices of the Yang family's ancestor Lang Yang Zhan, most of which were for them.

As long as they can get the legacy of their ancestors, their talents will be improved, and the possibility of obtaining fame will be greatly increased.

Yang Huchou's painstaking efforts are well known to all the children of Yang's Second Household.

So even though they knew that this time it would be a narrow escape, no one chose to retreat.

A gentleman does not fight, but only persuades scholars not to be brave and ruthless.

Instead of letting them retreat in distress.

No matter who comes to grab this opportunity to become an official, he, Yang Wenyuan, will kill anyone!
The whistling sound of the bullet piercing through the air made people's eardrums hurt, Yang Wenyuan's forehead was faintly sweating, and the diffuse smell of gunpowder seemed to make the air dry and hot.

He squinted his eyes to listen to the location of the gunshot outside the door, silently calculating the enemy's position and the remaining amount of the magazine.

He is proficient in the art of shooting, and his attainments in firearms are already at the level of a master, and he knows the parameters of various firearms produced by the major military industrial groups of the Ming Empire like the back of his hand.

As the unique crisp sound of Duoyanwei's light submachine gun became clearer, Yang Wenyuan could already hear the enemy's footsteps getting heavier.

At this moment, the so-called 'door' no longer exists in the entire front hall, only a few creaking door frames represent the concept of 'entrance'.

Falling is a foregone conclusion, but he, Yang Wenyuan, will not let the front hall change hands so easily!
At the moment when an explosion-proof shield approached, Yang Wenyuan's figure that was close to the wall was pulled up violently, and the speed was not inferior to the martial arts thugs who had injected body skills.

One of the six arts, "Yu" has already changed from the ancient driving style to today's Yu style in the historical evolution.

The handsome Yang Wenyuan shot very domineeringly, raised his foot and stepped on the shield under his feet, the man whose arms were fixed on the handle of the shield staggered forward, raised his eyes in horror, and happened to see a pitch-black muzzle.

Kang!
The sound of the gunshot was somewhat similar to that of Wei Wuzu, and judging from the degree of fragmentation of the skull of the man holding the shield, the power was almost the same.

This pistol, which can be called a murder weapon, is named "Shen Dao", which was taken from the infantry soldiers of the Shu Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period.

The irony is that the manufacturer of this weapon is Tianfu Heavy Industries, which is currently attacking the back door of the house.

The shattered skull pierced the eyes of the person behind with blood, and before he could scream, a sword light pierced his throat.

Yang Wenyuan showed no fear in the face of more than ten Duoyan guards aiming at him. He used his sword to pick up corpses in front of him and pulled the trigger resolutely.

The completely different gunshots sounded almost simultaneously.

The stream of bullets was like a knife, cutting the corpse into bones almost instantly.But there are also several employees of the security department who were pierced through the eyebrows by the "magic knife".

Zheng!The sound of the sword is as clear as a dragon's chant.

What moved with the sound of the sword was a startled figure.

Yang Wenyuan slammed into the crowd, and the sword blade like autumn water swept past the enemy's throat. Before the blood flowed out, the next person was hit by the sword again.

The Confucian sword frame is not as fierce and domineering as the martial arts swordsmanship, and the sword light is more chic and agile.

In an instant, almost the entire army of a small team was wiped out in the hands of Yang Wenyuan.

Even the captain of the second team, who had already replaced half of his body with mechanical prosthetics, had his entire head chopped off just by resisting one more blow.

All the people who still had one life left for the time being were shattered, and they pulled the trigger to the end, regardless of the fact that they could easily accidentally injure their teammates at such a close distance.

At the moment when the gunfire came on, Yang Wenyuan's body swung a few feet to one side like catkins in the wind.

Although he had already dodged in advance, a bullet still grazed his waist, tearing a long and narrow wound, and the gushing blood instantly dyed the white clothes on his body red.

Yang Wenyuan looked down at the half-blooded clothes, and suddenly a surge of pride rose in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to be connected with the minds of the ancients, and he saw how the poets of the past were fighting with swords in the world of mortals!

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles away."

A strong palpitation suddenly appeared in Yang Wenyuan's heart, and the cadence of reciting poems stopped abruptly.

The word 'no' just uttered was sharp and sharp, without any pride, more like begging for mercy before dying.

A simple long knife came into view, and Yang Wenyuan found that no matter how he avoided it, he couldn't escape the cold light.

Pfft!

Yang Wenyuan's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and his trembling eyes returned to calm.

In his gradually dimming vision, he happened to see a profile face passing by like a knife and an axe.

The straight-bladed long knife was carried on the opponent's shoulder.

"That's not...staying behind."

Yang Wenyuan's pupils were dilated, his lips moved, but no sound could come out from the severed trachea.

"Fighting and reciting poems, this Confucianism really pays attention."

Li Jun was talking to himself, but after seeing the words that appeared on his retina, he shook his head and smiled wryly.

"This skill is at least at the peak of Xu Jiu, and only 80 proficiency points are given? These days are getting more and more difficult."

Before he could complain a few more words, Gu Jia's solemn voice came from the earphone.

"Tianfu Heavy Industry has captured the back door ear, Li Jun, you go and intercept Fei Baiju, even if you can't kill him, you can't let him continue to fight!"

(End of this chapter)