My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 20 Rural vulgarity
The smell of blood filled the road.

The sun was hot at almost noon, and the ground shook with a bang. The head with a painful expression rolled on the ground dragging a line of blood. The fat figure raised the Yunwen knife and looked at the people over there ferociously.

"It's your turn to wait."

The figure rushing across the road was rolled over like a chariot.

The five people over there clenched their weapons. The first one raised his long knife and slashed, and the other two people surrounded him. The last assassin also held a knife and caught up with his companions from behind, joining the siege.

The lying and struggling horse was trampled to death by the footsteps. Dong Zhuo's sword roared and swept out a bloody light.The assassin closest to him, before he could use the steel knife in his hand, was already flying upside down in the air. His body spurted out blood and was broken into two pieces. The two halves of his body then smashed into the two surrounding assassins, spraying blood and broken flesh. Then it poured out.

One of the last two people screamed "Ah!" hysterically. The blade struck Dong Zhuo's bulging belly. The blade stuck to the cloth and sank into the flesh. There was no sound of the cloth tearing. The assassin raised his face in horror. , what caught his eyes was a big, rough face with a ferocious smile on his face.

Dong Zhuo suddenly raised his feet.

The assassin's entire body was kicked out, flesh foam mixed with blood gushing out in the air, and then he flew straight across the shore and landed in the reeds on the river bank, causing a group of waterbirds to fly into the sky.

Hot wind blew across the road.

The last person left turned around and ran away seven or eight feet away at the moment his companion was knocked away.He was extremely frightened. He was not a human being. His martial arts was at the fourth level, and his body was invulnerable. How could he survive this fight?

In this assassination, the leader in Tsing Yi Dou Li had the highest level of martial arts. He couldn't even hold on for a few rounds, and they ended up dying in vain.

Just when he thought that after escaping more than ten feet away, the fat and ferocious man would not catch up again, he stopped and turned his head to look back, his heart suddenly rising to his throat.

A fat figure with a ferocious face was running towards him dragging a knife.

"Keep one alive!"

Suddenly a voice rang out from the forest, and the assassin also tried his best to strike with a knife. Halfway down the blade, a big hand stretched out to grab the back of the knife, and both the man and the knife were lifted up.

Fang Xuejun followed the sound and looked toward the woods. When she saw Su Chen walking out of the woods holding a slender knife, her pretty face suddenly lit up with joy and she rushed over.

He wanted to feel around Su Chen's body to find any injuries, but he didn't dare, so he asked in a low voice.

"Are you okay?" "Where are you hurt?"

Su Chen smiled: "It's okay." He threw the knife up and threw it to the woman. When he turned his head, the smile on his face faded and he walked towards the assassin who was carried back by Dong Zhuo. Wu Zixun and Sun You rolled and crawled towards the woman. , "Sister Xuejun, are you sure he is weak?"

"Also, where did the fat black man with a thick beard come from? Didn't he bring a guard?"

"I...I don't know. I only heard that he was going to kill and seize power, and he led the troops to save his family. He was very majestic...As for the fat black man, I didn't see him following him." Fang Xuejun looked at the back over there and was a little lost. Hearing the two words People were still talking, so she raised her knife in front of them and said, "Shut up."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through the weeds on the ground.

Su Chen stopped and leaned back, and a black shadow passed by him. In an instant, the assassin in Dong Zhuo's hands suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and blood instantly flowed from his mouth and nose, staining his clothes red.

A hidden weapon as thick as a finger was inserted into his chest.

Su Chen saw that the person who had been deliberately left alive was dead, and turned to look at the river beach. The lone boat docked in the reeds was now sailing away from the beach. The person who fired the hidden weapon was the old man paddling.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually kept a hand.

He stopped pretending in front of Fang Xuejun and the others. His expression was solemn, an expression they had never seen before, and his eyes were fierce and scary: "Take him down!"

Dong Zhuo threw away the body in his hand and walked to the river bank beside the road. He looked at the distance of tens of feet. It would be impossible to catch up without a mount. He glanced around, suddenly picked up a stone the size of a millstone, and held it with one hand. He took a few steps to run. "middle!"

Moss-mottled stones flew out like cannonballs, streaking across a high trajectory, and accurately hit the lonely boat, splashing into the air with countless sawdust and water splashes.

"Fangxue-kun!"

Su Chen knew that the woman was very good at making light bodies. When the latter heard her name being called, he immediately understood. He dropped the 'Xue Jian' in his hand and floated lightly away from the river bank, landing on the reeds. His toes were quick and light. At this point, clusters of reeds along the river beach quickly rushed to the surface of the floating wreckage of the lone boat.

The moment a figure rushed out of the water, the woman rushed towards him and grabbed the other person's sparse white hair with one hand. The old man raised his hand to support his sleeves, and several silver needles grazed the woman's neck. Fang Xuejun's hand Press hard and press the old man into the bottom of the water. His energy explodes against the surface of the water, causing several splashes of water.

wow——

Fang Xuejun picked up the drowsy old man and dragged him to the shore. At this time, a fat black man named Dong Zhuo also came over. He took the old man directly from the woman's hand and put it under his arm. He returned to Su Chen and gave her orders. .

At this time, it seemed as if an invisible incense was burning out.

Dong Zhuo was distracted, covered his forehead and shook his head, his eyes became clear, and the strong look of desire returned to his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Su Chen grabbed the old man by the collar and threw him into the last carriage. , he stepped onto the chariot, looked at Wu Zixun and the corpses on the ground, and shouted: "Master, get in the chariot! Let's talk about everything after we get back."

Dong Zhuo narrowed his eyes and was silent for a while, then finally stepped onto the carriage with his knife in hand and squeezed into the carriage. Su Chen shook the reins and imitated the actions of the family coachman, turning the carriage around and leaving.

The three people here piled into the first carriage and ran back towards Yunqi City.

The news of the attack spread quickly among the Fang family. At the same time, Marquis Yunqiu and Prefect Yunqiu also heard the words of their son and knew that the situation had become serious.

But Marquis Yunqi knew how to repay the kindness of saving his son, so he immediately asked someone to carry gifts and bring his son to the house to visit him.

Everyone in the Fang family was asking about the details of the attack, and Su Congfang was among them. After all, he was still frightened about the assassination. He followed the Fang family and listened to Fang Xuejun talk about what happened in Bailutan.

"A group of people came. They pretended to be traders and elegant guests, and they attacked and assassinated us on the river bank. The guards at the Yunqihou Mansion delayed the other party for a while, and we were able to escape to the river bank."

"However, it was one of Su Chen's guards who resolved the crisis..."

……

Su Chen was sitting in the room at this time, with wooden bolts on the door leaves. He and Dong Zhuo, who was eight feet tall and over five feet across, looked at each other for a long time.

After a long time, he spoke first.

"Master, have you ever thought about living a new life? What kind of life do you want?"

Dong Zhuo's expressionless face was immersed in the candlelight. He said nothing and just stared at the young junior named Su Chen opposite him. He spoke slowly, his voice a little deep.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Su Chen shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

"But the civil and military officials in the court are afraid of me. They are all afraid of me, a reckless man. They accuse me of being a rustic and vulgar, unable to ascend to the noble hall, and they laugh at me everywhere."

In the soft candlelight, Dong Zhuo pressed his hand on the table, slowly curling it into a fist.

The past surges up again.

(End of this chapter)