Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 158 Every man has blood and bravery!
The new year is too early, and spring is deep.

On the Taotao Weishui River, there are still disciples of Nanmen Temple, led by He Mingchi, who are searching for Sangsang, the heir to the God of Light.

However, that life-and-death duel with a draw still became the stuff of people's gossip after dinner.

It wasn't about a former high-roller who jumped off the top of the city, or the owner of a gambling shop who was ransacked and beheaded.

The Tang Empire was so big that there were always a few people who would die, but how many people died, as long as the official documents of the empire didn't mention it, apart from the dead people, who knew how many people died?
Sometimes it's okay for the officials of the empire to know the truth, but it would be bad if the ordinary people of the empire knew the truth.

Chang'an City is still as prosperous as before, but the late general still sees old friends seeing him off when he leaves the city.

Xia Hou, the Great Northern General of Tang Guozhen, was abolished under the talisman of the talisman teacher Yan Se. The name of master Yan Se, with the help of people with good intentions, can be said to be rising steadily.

The traffickers and pawns in the city seem to never stop, at the junction of Chang'an South City and East City.

At the end of a certain street, four or five young men in brocade hats and sable fur stopped a young man in gray coarse clothes, punching and kicking him, but none of the passers-by dared to pay attention.

Their own lives may not be as expensive as those wearing brocade hats and ermine furs. It is a common occurrence for everyone to sweep the frost on the roof tiles in front of their doors.

The boy in the head kicked the gray boy on the head, and said viciously: "My father is the censor of Zuodu, and my mother is from the Marquis of Weiyuan. My grandfather's family has a share in the empire."

"A commoner dares to fight with the young master. Could it be that he is looking for death?"

"The young master will give you fresh cow dung to eat. If you can't eat enough, your whole family will have to go to the prison in the Chang'an government office tomorrow."

Several young men in brocade hats and mink fur covered their noses and stepped back dozens of steps. The servants who had been prepared long ago walked up to the young man in gray carrying wrapped cow dung.

The gray-clothed boy's eyes burst into anger, but he closed his eyes helplessly, because he wrote a poem and refused to sell it, so he would suffer such humiliation.

He thought of his parents and younger brothers and sisters at home, and he looked at the cow dung wrapped in thatched paper.

The young man in brocade hat and sable fur laughed out loud, not only at the laws of the Tang Kingdom, but also at the ordinary people of the Tang Kingdom.

And at the corner, a petite woman with a letter came slowly over, she said in a light voice: "When I got angry, blood spattered five steps, Mr. Chen thought, would this boy in gray dare to kill someone. "

The woman is Yu Lian, the third teacher of the academy, who wants to deliver a letter to the south gate of Haotian Road, and send a very interesting letter.

I just didn't expect to see a Taoist cultivator and a young man here.

Chen Xuan carried the Eight-Faced Han Sword on his back, and said: "Killing for survival, not for teasing, no matter where it is placed, there is no crime."

"People who humiliate others will always kill them. If the young man dares to kill, I will also dare to kill with this sword."

"Is it harder to kill the Zuodu censor of the Tang Empire than a practitioner in the realm of knowing one's fate?"

"You need to know that the Taiping Huangtian's world is not based on treating guests to dinner, but the Taiping Huangtian who was killed."

The yellow cloth strips that were one or three fingers wide floated up, which was a very common occurrence in the world, but since he saw it, it was unusual.

end of street!

The young man grabbed the cow dung wrapped in thatch paper and threw it directly at the young man with a brocade hat and mink fur coat. He roared: "The censor of Zuodu is noble, but my ancestors also shed blood for the Tang Dynasty."

"Tang, the grandson of Zhengxi Yingyang Xiaowei, I am also a son of a good family in the Tang Dynasty, and I also have blood and courage."

His grandfather taught him how to kill people. Kungfu in the army was never a fake move, but a real killing technique.

Within half a stick of incense, with his dagger, he could easily kill the few people in front of him. If he killed him, he would kill him. As for the future, let's talk about it later.

The boy in the brocade hat and sable fur sneered, "Hold him down and feed him cow dung. I will take responsibility for any crimes!"

He is the son of the censor of the left capital of the empire, and he has a bright future.
The gray-clothed boy grinned ferociously, a dagger shone coldly, and fell directly down the slope. Blood spurted out from the servant's neck and landed on the gray-clothed boy's face.

The gray-clothed boy grinned ferociously, and said, "When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom!"

"When autumn comes and September [-]th, the sky-scenting fragrance will permeate Chang'an!"

The young men in gray clothes drank blood and sang to their heart's content, while those young men in brocade hats and mink furs watched helplessly as their servants died on the spot.

But he didn't dare to move. This was a massacre. Facing the gray-clothed youth who was born in the army, these children of civil servants and noble families were no match at all.

Blood flowed like a stream, flowing into the ditch, but none of the passers-by paid attention to this place.

down the street!

Chen Xuan said calmly: "This is a man who splashed five steps with blood in a rage, burst out with blood and courage, and can pull the emperor off his horse, not to mention a small Zuodu censor."

"It's just that the next young man can't stay in the Tang Dynasty anymore. In the Tang Empire, Tang Law doesn't care about it. The son of Zuodu Censor, and he killed someone, and he will bear it."

"This poem is really good!"

This is a very familiar poem. The young man committed murder in order to survive, so he saved the young man.

But if in the future this young man kills someone for fun, the sword behind him will definitely fly and kill the person.

Yu Lian asked, "How is this poem good?"

This should be a very murderous poem, and it is quite a scene to be used here, but what is so good about this poem?

Chen Xuan looked at the bloody young man, and said: "This is a murderous poem, so it's really good. The anger of an honest person can break through the sky and arouse that mysterious and mysterious star."

"The thousand-year-old Tang Dynasty has reached the time for change. There is no enduring empire, and the temple is also going downhill."

"One day the temple will become an existence similar to a garden on earth. At that time, the priests of the temple may need to charge admission fees to maintain their lives."

"And a thousand-year-old family will also be burned to the ground!"

Chen Xuan watched the gray-clothed boy walk out of the street in a daze, and sent him directly to a deserted place outside Chang'an City with his supernatural powers.

And those corpses naturally have to go back to their homes. It's really a messy mood to stay on this street.

Killing people, if you don't punish your heart, is it not killing for nothing.

Yu Lian watched calmly. After Chen Xuan finished all this slowly, he said: "How can a true Taoist cultivator be more cruel than me, the master of the Ming Sect?"

Chen Xuan smiled calmly and said, "Are you cruel?"

"I'm not yet [-] years old. If I see injustice, I dare not speak up, dare not kill!"

"Then why should I practice Taoism? I might as well go into that furnace and burn it into a handful of eternal ash."

Chen Xuan recited those ballads with difficult meanings, and walked towards the Taiping Temple.

On the street, there was nothing to prove except the blood in the ditches on both sides. Someone stabbed several people to death with a dagger.

Maybe it was a pig or dog that was killed, or maybe it was!

Yu Lian said meaningfully: "It's more like a demon than me!"

It's not cruel to kill, it's really cruel to kill the heart and send that gray-clothed boy away.

There is only one place that wants the Tang Kingdom to be destroyed the most, and that is the temple. It is predictable that the boy in gray will definitely go to the temple after leaving.

(End of this chapter)