Martial Arts: at the Beginning of the Opening Mouth, Hi Yaoyue Was Forcibly Captured and Moved to Hu

"Little emperor, what's the matter with you?"

The ancestor of Song Guo asked.

"Those, how did those troops suddenly appear outside the palace? What the hell is going on?"

The emperor asked with trembling as he looked at the patriarch of Song.

Hearing this, Song Guo's ancestor laughed.

"Haha, I still need to ask, it must be arranged by my ancestor!"

"Patriarch Song, what do you mean? Are you going to rebel?"

The emperor stared at him questioningly.

He is making a last effort.

The ancestor of Song Guo said with a sneer.

"You and I don't have to be so hypocritical. From the time you sent someone to kill me, you should have known that such a day would come!"

"I didn't want to kill you before, but now I can't!"

"Just to clear your obstacle, I will be able to control Da Song well!"

After saying that, the ancestor of Song country waved his hand, and many soldiers of the blood evil army rushed in immediately behind him.

These people are all armed with long spears, burly and powerful!

"What do you want?"

Seeing these people, the emperor could not help exclaiming.

"What do you say I want to do?"

Patriarch Song snorted coldly.

He waved directly.

"Kill him to me!"

The Patriarch of Song State gave an order.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Immediately, one after another, the soldiers of the Blood Evil Army rushed towards the emperor.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The emperor screamed loudly and fell into a pool of blood one by one.

It didn't take long for the emperor's body to lie on the ground without any anger.

The patriarch of Song looked at the emperor's corpse and sneered.

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"Ancestor is mighty!"

The soldiers knelt down one after another, and now the Patriarch of the Song Kingdom has complete control of the Song Kingdom Palace.

After that, the ancestors of the Song Dynasty asked to bring all the officials, as well as the generals who were in charge of the soldiers, to gather in the court hall.

Surrounded by blood demon soldiers.

As long as he wants, he can kill everyone in an instant!

This is the power of strength!

An indifferent smile appeared on Song Guo's face.

"As long as you submit to the ancestors, the ancestors guarantee that you will enjoy endless prosperity and wealth!"

"To resist me is to die."

"Choose for yourself!"

The hundred officials looked at each other and hurriedly knelt down, saying that they would surrender to their ancestors.

There is absolutely nothing they can do now! .

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They can only submit to the ancestors of the Song Kingdom!

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Baiguan kneeling on the ground, Song Guo's ancestor couldn't help laughing.

Soon, he restrained his smile.

"Since everyone has promised to surrender to me, then they will be ministers in the future. I hope everyone will not let me down!"

Patriarch Song looked at the crowd and said in a deep voice.

The crowd nodded.

"Yes, old man!"

"In the future, the ancestor will be our majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

......

Everyone said in unison.

The Patriarch of Song State nodded in satisfaction.

The patriarch of the Song State took over the ruling power of the Song State. At this time, Xiaoyaozi and the Sweeping Monk came to the Song State successively to investigate the situation here.

Xiaoyaozi walked to the street.

I saw a group of officials from the government office punching and kicking a couple, and the woman was holding a cloth pocket in her arms.

The people around didn't dare to go there.

"Dare to ask, what happened to them and they were beaten by the officials?"

Xiaoyaozi couldn't help asking.

"Oh, those two are a hard-working couple. The husband is a woodcutter. He is honest and honest and is often bullied."

"I don't know what's going on recently, the officials and officials have increased the taxation on the people ¨"!"

"The woodcutter couldn't pay, and was beaten by officials today. These officials recklessly acted recklessly because they had weapons in their hands. It's just too wild!"

A young man said angrily.

After hearing this, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help frowning.

He vaguely guessed in his heart that all this might have something to do with the ancestors of Song.

At this time, the officer finished beating people and left with pride.

Only the weeping couple was left.

Xiaoyaozi walked in front of the two people and looked at the man who was beaten on the ground.

The man's face was bruised and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

His daughter-in-law was holding a baby in her arms.

Looking at the baby's small face, red marks have appeared, and he was beaten just now.

Xiaoyaozi couldn't bear it, and gave some money to the couple on the ground.

"Thank you Engong!"

The couple quickly thanked them, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, then turned and left.

After that, he turned around in the street, watching the situation in the city, but he didn't expect to see many distressing things.

For example, the common people were abused by officials, and the common people hid in their homes and did not dare to go out.

Some timid people even fled outside, but they were still captured by officials.

There are also many merchants who have been arrested by officials because they have no money.

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi wrote it down in his heart.

At this time, the sweeping monk was also walking in the Song Kingdom. He did not go to the city, but walked among the people.

In a farm, I saw a group of robbers who were chasing the people with their swords.

The screams continued.

One of the children was caught up with short legs and pierced the heart with a sword!

Seeing this, the sweeping monk rushed forward.

He grabbed the opponent's long sword and pierced the chest of the robber with a sword.

The child fell to the ground, and the sweeper shook his head.

(Nuo Mo Zhao)

He looked at the robbers, and the robbers also looked over at this time.

The leader of the robber roared loudly, and was about to raise his sword to kill the monk who was sweeping the floor.

But they chose the wrong one.

Just as their knives fell, the floor sweeper moved.

The speed of the sweeping monk is extremely fast, so fast that people have no time to react.

A gust of wind blew, and the long sword in the hands of the sweeping monk had touched the neck of the leading robber.

His hands strained slightly.

The head of the leading robber rolled directly to the ground.