Fighter of the Destiny

Xiao Zhang opened his eyes with some difficulty. Looking at the nervous expressions on the faces of the ordinary people around him, his mood became a little strange.

In the eyes of the monks, he is a madman who only knows how to fight. They are afraid of him. How long ago, was there anyone who truly respected and protected him?

Back then, he said that the winter wild tea in Fengyang County was good, just because he really felt that this tea was countless times better than the Dahongpao that Liang Wangsun loved to drink. How could he have thought about what benefits it would bring to the people in this remote county?

However, these ordinary people who he usually didn't bother to look at were standing in front of him at this time. Even though they were obviously scared to death and the hand holding the knife was trembling, they refused to leave.

Suddenly, he felt that besides those extremely enjoyable battles, there were other things he had done well in his life.

For example, Luoshui saved Wang Po in the snowstorm, and he praised the winter wild tea in this small county.

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The simple but fierce folk customs of Fengyang City were fully reflected at this moment.

The men standing on the stone steps of Qibao Village and the people outside who kept shouting are all proof.

But the expressions of the court experts and the Shennu battalion sergeants did not change at all.

The expressions of those Taoists in green were extremely indifferent.

In their eyes, both Xiao Zhang and the people of Fengyang County were no different from the dead.

The Taoist priest in Qingyi walked up the stone steps.

Seeing that a bloodshed is about to happen, many people will die in Fengyang County today.

Taoist Qingyi doesn't care, no matter how many people die, it can be explained by just using the word "civilian rebellion".

The worst thing is of course the people and officials who are about to die.

The chief official of Fengyang County is of course the county magistrate, but very fortunately for him, in order to prepare for tomorrow's Winter Wild Tea Party, the prefect of Fengcheng Prefecture has already arrived.

No matter what happens today, the person ultimately responsible should of course be the prefect.

Naturally, the prefect would not let this bloodshed happen.

The prefect of Fengcheng is already middle-aged, with a clear face and gray hair on his temples, and is quite majestic.

He bowed his hands to the Taoists in Qingyi and said, "Taoist masters, please wait for a moment."

Taoist Qingyi should know that he is the disciple of King Xiang. He stopped when he heard this, his expression still indifferent.

"You foolish people only want to show off your bravery for a moment, but you want to trap all the young and old in Fengyang City into a place of injustice!"

The prefect looked at the tea merchant and the people on the stone steps, and shouted sternly: "Who is Xiao Zhang that you are protecting? He is a murderous maniac! Do people like him have any true feelings for you? ? It was just a casual comment back then, so why did you risk your lives to protect it?"

Someone in the crowd said loudly: "Our tea sales are so good now, and every household is making money, don't you need to thank us?"

The prefect shouted sternly: "Why are the wild teas in Fengyang City selling so well? It's because the imperial court has built a dock for you, opened merchant ships, and made this tea a tribute. I want to thank you, but I should also thank the imperial court." , not this criminal wanted by the court!"

The people around were slightly commotion, and then started talking. Although they had not dispersed yet, at least they were not as nervous as before.

Xiao Zhang squinted his eyes, looked at the prefect and said, "You are quite good at talking."

The prefect looked resolute and said: "You don't need to threaten me. I'm not afraid of you. If you don't want to listen to me, just kill me."

Xiao Zhang said: "If it had been in the past, you would have been dead by now."

The prefect stared at the blank sheet of paper on his face and shouted sternly: "So what if I die? I looked up to heaven and earth with no shame, spoke out for the people, and died a worthy death, but you are just a criminal wanted by the court, who only bullies the weak and kills innocent people indiscriminately! Really This heinous crime will not be forgiven, and there will be no redemption even if you die!"

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"Xiao Zhang has a violent temper. He has killed many strong monks during the battle. He is not really a good person, but when it comes to bullying the weak and killing innocent people indiscriminately... this is not what he will do, it is not that he is unwilling to do it. , but he didn’t bother to do it.”

In the crowd, Hu Thirty-Two whispered to Chen Changsheng.

Today, Fengyang County has many experts from the imperial court, as well as the Shennu Camp, and most importantly, those Taoists in Tsing Yi.

If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Zhang may really face death.

When Hu Sanji whispered to Chen Changsheng, he looked at his face and wanted to know what His Majesty the Pope was thinking.

The ones who can change the situation on the field now are naturally Chen Changsheng and his party.

At this moment, Hu Sanji suddenly discovered that Zhe Xiu, who had never left the Pope's side, was missing.

"You don't understand us, otherwise you wouldn't have said this, let alone look at his eyes while speaking."

Tang Sanshiliu said to him: "Look, Zhexiu didn't need to look at his eyes and left by himself."

Hu Sanji didn't understand what he meant until the next moment he heard the sharp sound of breaking through the air from above the stone steps.

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The imperial court has been hunting Xiao Zhang for three years. The team that is chasing him keeps changing people, but apart from the Tianji Pavilion assassins hiding in the dark, the main force still comes from the Ministry of Punishment.

Several masters from the Criminal Department dispersed the crowd, blocked Xiao Zhang's retreat path, untied the iron ropes from his body, and lassoed Xiao Zhang.

Those iron ropes and techniques with a sinister atmosphere are much inferior to those of the six yamen servants among the five types of people in the Tang family, but they are vaguely of the same strain and have their own power.

Xiao Zhang was almost unable to stand firmly at this time, and there was no way he could avoid these iron ropes.

Since you can't avoid it, just don't avoid it.

Being unable to avoid it does not mean that you are unable to fight anymore.

He closed his eyes, thinking about which move he should use to kill one of the Taoist priests in blue, and then jumped into the river.

Even if he dies, he must die in line with his name and be arrogant.

But the next moment, he didn't feel the cold and heavy chains around his neck, but instead heard a series of dense noises.

The sounds were crisp and clear, obviously the impact of metal, but too crisp, like metal breaking.

He opened his eyes and looked around, only to see fragments of iron chains flying everywhere in the light in front of him, which was actually quite beautiful.

Deep in the fragments of the iron chains, there were some extremely sharp marks, but it was impossible to tell what kind of weapons they were.

The Taoist priests in green clothes saw the iron chains in the hands of the masters of the Punishment Department breaking, their eyes narrowed slightly, and they drifted towards the top of the stone steps.

They ignored the sharp aura that chopped the chains into pieces, and their purpose was very clear, which was to kill Xiao Zhang.

Several extremely dark sword lights stabbed at Xiao Zhang's vitals at extremely strange angles.

These Taoists in Qingyi come from Changchun Temple in Luoyang. They practice the authentic Taoism of the state religion. In a sense, they are the same disciple as Chen Changsheng. But I don’t know if it is because Changchun Temple has been hidden in the night of history for so many years. Their swords The law appears to be even more bizarre and unpredictable.

But their swords still failed to stab Xiao Zhang to death.

The dense and clear sound of metal collision sounded again on the stone steps.

Several extremely deep invisible traces tore through the morning light, leaving an afterimage in the air on the stone steps, looking like a wolf's claw.