Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Killing two people in one breath, Su Mu finally found some sense at this time.

Who said that scholars can't kill people? Back then, in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, there was no strict distinction between civil and military officials.All the princes in the imperial court are not on horseback, but on horseback.

Heng Leng reads the poems.

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain.

The red flag was half rolled out of the gate.

That is the real responsible taxi, and that is the real inner sage and outer king.

It is nothing more than a rotten Confucianism. What good is it for the individual or the country?

Talking and laughing only killed two people, Su Mu's right hand was still terribly steady, and he raised his finger again to point at Lu Er in front of him.

"You are the third person who will die at the hands of someone!"

With Su Mu pointing a gun at his face, Lu Er seemed to be stared at by a poisonous snake with its head raised.His whole body was like being in a dream from which he couldn't wake up. Although he had a knife in his hand, he didn't have the strength to lift it up.

"You want to rebel..."

"Rebellion, haha, that's interesting. Don't tell me you're not rebellion by setting fire to the armory..." Before he finished speaking, Su Mu decisively pulled the trigger.

This time it was probably because the shape of the bullet was a little irregular, or maybe it was because the charge was not enough. Lu Er's terrified face was suddenly turned into rotten flesh by the whirling bullet.

He didn't die for a while, but screamed and rolled on the ground.

At this time, it is said that the moment when Su Mu fired and put on the matchlock was a good time to attack.In other words, this was the only chance for Friday, and he had thought so before, and at the cost of three lives, he wanted to take down Mei.

Now, the opportunity has fallen.

But Lu Er was suffocated by this terrible situation. At this time, the night suddenly opened up, and a ray of moonlight cast down from the thick clouds, illuminating the armory in white.

When the night wind blew, the Confucian robe on Su Mu's body flew high with a huff, hunting and dancing, just like that evil demon.

Look at the moon in the sky again, adored like a dying face.

For some reason, Friday was frightened, he yelled, turned around and ran away.

If Su Mu is willing to let this last enemy go, in terms of speed and endurance, there are still people in this world who can compare with the old man from the East Palace in Xiyuan. Back then, he and Emperor Zhengde would run around the South China Sea every day.

While chasing, he put on the matchlock, only about twenty meters away, Su Mu caught up with Friday and kicked him out.

On Friday, he staggered a few steps, and fell like a dog with a plop, and the waist knife in his hand was thrown into nowhere.

Su Mu stepped on Friday's vest with one foot, put the gun barrel on the back of Friday's head, and chuckled lightly: "Is it Ma Quan?"

Being pressed against the head by the cold gunman, Wu Wu only felt a layer of goose bumps all over his body.

Four shots have been fired, and everything around is shrouded in milky white smoke, which is so choking that people can't open their eyes.

The gunpowder of this era is incompletely burned due to the proportion of the monks being granulated, and the high water content causes a lot of smoke.

With a hoarse voice on Friday: "Yes, it's Ma Quan."

"So, who is behind Ma Quan?"

"Mei Fugui, don't you know that Ma Quan is behind Ma Quan, Mr. Yang Tongzhi, and even his entry into the Salt Division was entrusted by Mr. Yang. Why do you ask these things?" Friday said anxiously: "There are complaints. The boss, the debtor has the owner, you can find Yang Tongzhi and Ma Quan yourself!"

At this time, Lu Er, who had been screaming, was silent, and he hesitated slightly on the ground, probably unable to bear it any longer.

This Mei Fugui killed three people while talking and laughing, without even blinking an eye, he really is a ruthless character.

It was only on Friday that he remembered that he had fought against the Tatars on the front line of Datong before, and was sent to Cangzhou as an official for his meritorious service.Judging from his aggressive behavior tonight, this man had quite a lot of blood on his hands before.

Listening to Su Mu's question, Wu Wu was terrified, knowing that if this person wanted to kill him, he would not even frown.I was terrified in my heart, and couldn't help but beg for mercy.

But Su Mu smiled lightly: "Friday, you can fool others but not me. Yang Zilie is a co-prefect of Cangzhou, and has nothing to do with Yan Si. How can he make you move?"

Friday: "If you let me go, I will tell the truth."

"Do you like to talk or not? If you don't say it, you will die. If you say it, maybe I can let you live. In fact, I can also guess that if you dare to burn the armory, you must have won the nod of the big man from the Yan Division." Tell me, who is it?"

Friday: "Ma Quan is just a small official. Why does he instruct me? In fact, Yang Tongzhi has close contacts with Yansi's co-prefect Mr. Liu and his deputy Mr. Jing. The idea of ​​burning the armory is What Yang Tongzhi said, Master Jing also nodded his head."

"Understood, so the three of them colluded together!" Su Mu nodded.

Friday: "Mei Fugui, Brother Mei, I have already said what I should say. We have just agreed, as long as I tell the truth, you will spare the villain's life."

He struggled violently, and quickly turned his head that was close to the ground, a clump of cold hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Su Mu smiled: "Did I promise you just now? I didn't promise anything!"

After speaking, he pulled the trigger.

The story of the farmer and the snake, Su Mu has read it before.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to himself, and he doesn't want to leave such a time bomb around him.

Killing decisively is a real man.

Confucius was very decisive in punishing Shaozhengmao.

"Answer!" With a sound, the hammer hit the gunpowder tank heavily.

The expected gunshots did not ring out.

It turned out that at this critical moment, the musket went silent.

Probably the quality of the gunpowder in the medicine pool is not good, or it may be other reasons.

Su Mu was stunned. When he entered the armory, he only brought four muskets. Now that they have been used up, he will reload them. He probably won't give himself another chance on Friday.

Immediately reverse the gun, and it was about to hit Friday hard on the back of the head.

It was too late to say it, but it was so fast, Friday shouted loudly, and with a sudden effort, he arched up from the ground.

Su Mu was caught off guard for a moment, stumbled back a few steps, and sat down on the ground.

He yelled in his heart that he was not good, and rolled on the spot.

When there was a sound, a knife wiped his body and fell to the ground.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his body, and he jumped up from the ground suddenly.

Looking intently, Wu Wu in front of him chased after him with a grinning smile and brandished a bright waist knife: "Good boy, you are ruthless. However, today is also worthy of my grandpa's fate, and today I must take your life!"

Su Mu yelled and threw the musket in his hand towards him.

On Friday, he swiped his waist knife and opened the musket: "Boy, you only have four muskets, and it's too late to charge the powder, right? You don't have any pistols, so let's see what else you can use to fight with me. To tell you the truth, grandpa is in the city of Cangzhou. One of the best players. Fighting alone, his subordinates have seen the truth, but they have never lost."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Wu somehow approached Su Mu and stabbed him in the heart.

Huge pain hit, and at the same time, an unstoppable force pushed Su Mu to fly.

Almost unable to catch his breath, Su Mu was startled, looked down, there was a big hole in the clothes around his heart, revealing the shiny steel cables and golden hair inside.

But it turned out that at a critical juncture, the golden rope armor given to him by Emperor Zhengde saved his life.

Su Mu touched a waist knife from the ground, jumped up, and danced twice, and then he regained his breath.

"Flower fists and embroidered legs." Friday sneered, and then his eyes lit up: "What a pair of soft armor, I want it. My surname is Mei, don't think that you can escape with a soft armor, today I will tell you what This is the real martial art!"

Su Mu smiled wryly in his heart. When it comes to martial arts, although he pretended to be the best in the world in front of Emperor Zhengde, in fact, he knew the past best.He is just an ordinary scholar, but his body is better than that of the ancients, and his strength is stronger.

Facing real martial arts masters, they can only be killed instantly.

"Ahem." At this moment, a room next to him suddenly opened with a creak, and a short and sturdy figure came out.

This sudden scene surprised both Su Mu and Wu Wu at the same time. Turning their heads to look, they saw Wen Cainong walking out of the house, holding a one-foot-long wakizasa in his hand.

"True martial arts, isn't it?" Wencai Nong said with a hoarse smile, "From my point of view, your martial arts on Friday is also a kind of flamboyant fist and embroidered legs, so you are ashamed to show up, and you are not afraid of losing the face of my Cangzhou people?"

After finishing speaking, the man flashed in front of Friday and slashed out with a knife.

Surprised on Friday, he also swung the knife away.

In this way, the two fight together.

Su Mu only felt that his eyes were full of people's shadows, but he couldn't see clearly what moves they were using.

He was also surprised. When he was in front of Emperor Zhengde before, the prince's guards, although they were experts, were very polite to him.Moreover, life and death fights are the most important test of a person's true cultivation of martial arts, and it will not be obvious until the critical moment.

Looking at it now, with the means shown by these two people, if he really rushed up, he would only be slaughtered.

The figures were chaotic, and the lights of knives were everywhere.

The two people who fought fiercely in the arena were also very lucky, and they didn't know how many moves they had made, and both were cut by their opponents many times.

The two were also stubborn, although they were injured, they only gritted their teeth and endured it.

From time to time, the sound of a knife piercing the flesh came from his ear, and Su Mu felt a few drops of wet water splashed on his face, and when he touched it with his hand, he felt blood on his hand.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the two separated.

Friday staggered a few steps, then sat down softly.He dropped the knife in his right hand and covered his neck with his hand, but the blood still flowed out like a spring, and it shot out a long way. It is estimated that the carotid artery was cut off.

He gasped heavily, seeing that he couldn't survive: "Who are you..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible.

As for the vegetable farmer who fought with him, the clothes on his body had been cut to pieces, revealing his bloody body.

But he saw that he was tattooed with black dragons from neck to waist, and was smeared with blood, so vicious that he seemed to fly out.

Su Mu's heart moved, and he called out: "Zong Zhen, is that you?"