Yi Song

Chapter 8 Killing a Person in Ten Steps

This courtyard is not small, but it is not big. Twenty pairs of eyes are staring at a corner and they can find a fly, but a living person is nowhere to be found.

Could it be that he knew how to escape from the earth and burrowed into the ground?

There was also that scholar who recited some ghost poems that made people panic.

The thieves in Manjintang were suspicious, and Liu Guozhang suddenly appeared in a place that no one expected.

How did he get there?
  Liu Guozhang suddenly took a vigorous step, sprinted forward a few steps, then jumped into the air, stretched his body, stretched his arms to their longest length, and tightly clung to the eaves of the corridor.

Then he kicked his legs in the air twice, borrowed the force from his waist, and with one movement of his body, he climbed up to the top of the corridor like an ape. After shaking a few times, his figure disappeared on the ridge of the roof.

The movement was like running water, completed in a few breaths, and the archers had no time to aim and shoot.

The thieves were stunned.

How could you climb up such a high eaves with just one jump?
  Are you a tiger or an ape?

It’s over, and there’s no trace again.

What's even more terrifying is that this roof ridge is connected to other roof ridges and courtyard walls. This kid can go wherever he wants.

There was no light shining on it, and it was pitch black. It was the thief's cover just now, but now it's the best cover for this kid.

Many thieves began to feel jealous.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the mountains are deep and the forests are dense. There is no trace of the tiger, but its power is everywhere. Panicking, he became the prey. No one knows where the tiger will leap out from and kill him with one blow.

The courtyard fell into silence again, with only Fengcheng's voice reciting poems still echoing.

"The desert is poor and covered with grass in autumn, and the lonely city is fighting with few soldiers at sunset."

Wang Yan, Chen Guang, Zhang Sheng and his grandson, as well as Liu Da, could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

The dragon swims into the sea, the tiger leaps into the mountains!
  Fight your way out of Manjintang, escape from death, victory is in sight!
  Ah!
  A heartbreaking scream suddenly sounded somewhere on the left, followed by panicked footsteps and even more tragic screams.

"Dead, all dead."

Seven or eight people emerged from the shadows on the right, holding knives and guns, and ran to the left in a panic. A man in a green brocade robe jumped out of the room directly in front, waving desperately.

"Don't panic, go back!"

The seven or eight people on the right turned back again.

With a whoosh, an arrow flew out from nowhere and penetrated the throat of the man in blue brocade robe.

"He stole Wan Liang's bow and arrows, be careful!"

Aftermath!
  The people in Manjin Hall cursed secretly in their hearts and stood up one after another to move.

The arrow just now scared everyone.

An arrow hit the throat, this is one of the best archers in a hundred!

"what--!"

In the panic, one of the thief archers was hit by an arrow in his eye socket and fell from the ridge of the roof, dying before his eyesight.

"When I meet someone with kindness, I often underestimate the enemy. I have tried my best to pass the mountain without clearing the siege." Fengcheng continued to read at the top of his lungs.

Straight bitch! How come I met a sharpshooter here who can shoot through the sky with a hundred steps!
  Some of the thieves were lying on the ground, not daring to show their anger; some were hiding behind covers, not daring to show their faces.

Wang Yan and the four others could see it clearly and immediately took action.

Wang Yan and Chen Guang took advantage of the thief's panic and sneaked along the shadow of the right courtyard wall for a while, suddenly jumped out and fought their way into the middle of the seven or eight people who had just rushed out and been called back.

The repeated screams made the other thieves even more panicked.

Zhang Sheng and Zhang Meng took advantage of the chaos and ran along the left courtyard wall. The thieves archers on the right roof wall took risks and shot arrows. Unfortunately, their accuracy was not good, and they all fell behind the grandfather and grandson.

There is a stone on the ridge of the roof in front of the archer in a hurry.

If these two people were allowed to kill anyone again, Manjintang would be completely destroyed.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot one arrow after another at Zhang Sheng, his ancestors, and his grandson.

Just because he was worried about Liu Guozhang in the dark, he didn't dare to stand up and could only hide behind the eaves.

He couldn't use his skills, and the arrows he shot were not accurate.

The one-stone archer shot more and more urgently, and without paying attention for a moment, a quarter of his chest was exposed.

The archer had just shot an arrow when he suddenly realized that he was in danger and immediately retracted it.

With a whoosh, an arrow hit his chest.

Damn it!

The gap of just a few breaths was caught by you.

"The murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and the cold voice spreads Diao Dou overnight."

In the sound of poetry, a stone archer rolled several times on the eaves and fell to the ground with a thud.

Without the threat of a stone archer, Liu Guozhang grabbed a good position and shot an arrow. The last thieves archer on the right roof courtyard wall landed on the ground.

Liu Guozhang came out of the darkness with a plain knife in his hand.

"Don't you see the bitterness of the battle on the battlefield, and I still remember General Li to this day."

Fengcheng shouted from behind the door: "I'm done reading."

Liu Guozhang shouted: "Xiucai, you have finished reciting the poem, but I haven't finished killing my people. I am not having fun! Read another poem!"

Holding the knife at an angle, he walked towards the thieves step by step.

The thieves looked at each other, trembling. “Okay, let me read one more song.

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming. "

"This one is better, that's what I want."

Liu Guozhang laughed loudly, brandished his sword, and rushed forward like a whirlwind.

With a sideways sweep, a head jumped into the sky.

With a backhand strike, half of his body flew sideways.

The hijab was split open, and the internal organs poured out.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."

A thief's face was distorted and he fell straight to the ground, scared to death.

The remaining two screamed, dropped their weapons, turned around and ran away.

Liu Guozhang rushed forward with a vigorous step and slashed them all to the ground with one knife.

With a pop, a young boy fell to his knees.

Liu Guozhang swung his right arm, and the knife whizzed across, stopping suddenly in front of the boy's face. The tip of the knife was only half an inch away from the tip of his nose.

The blood on the knife was thrown onto the boy's face with a swipe sound, as if it was covered with a scarlet scarf.

"Where is your hall master?" Liu Guozhang asked calmly.

The boy was shaking all over and kowtowing with his eyes closed.

"Hero, spare your life, my hall master is hiding, and I don't know where to go. Wuwu——!"

There was a stench, and Liu Guozhang lowered his head and saw that there was a wet puddle under the feet of this young man, and all his feces and urine actually flowed out.

Wang Yan, Chen Guang, Zhang Sheng, and Zhang Meng gathered from two directions and saw Liu Guozhang sheathing his sword.

"Liu Erlang, don't you want to kill this guy?"

Zhang Sheng asked, covering his nose.

"No matter how cruel I am, I will kill him. There is no need to kill a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy to establish his power. Boy, if you want revenge, just go and practice swordsmanship and spear yourself. When you are finished, just come to me!"

"You don't dare, I'm seventeen tall. Thank you, Grandpa, for sparing your life!" The boy servant kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic.

"Erlang, get rid of the roots!" Yuan Dongjia came over and said.

"Eradicate the roots! If you always have this thought in your mind, you will always have only enemies and no friends."

Yuan Dongjia's eyes flickered and he stopped talking.

Liu Da, Yuan Tianbao, and Wang Buddha helped clean up the battlefield, and gathered together with Fengcheng and Tian Cong in the main hall of Manjin Hall.

Wang Yanxian said: "There are twenty-five corpses in total, and there are three survivors, all of whom are child servants. They are twelve or thirteen years old and have a bad reputation.

Liu Dalang's inquiry was correct. Manjintang was short of manpower. He said that something happened on the Guangji River. The main force of Manjintang went to support and returned at dawn. "

"The hall master hasn't been found yet." Liu Guozhang felt very sorry.

Wang Yan continued: "Yes, the culprit has not been found yet. It's a pity that we can't search carefully and investigate slowly. We must leave before dawn."

Everyone packs up their own things, find their own things first, and use the rest of the gold and silver according to their ability. If someone from Manjintang catches up, don't blame others if you can't run fast.

Remember, we only have two quarters of an hour. "

"Okay!" Everyone left in a hurry.

Liu Guozhang had nothing to retrieve, so he walked to the study, glanced at it, and accidentally saw a copy of "The Transcript of Zhenghe Nianjin Memorial Courtyard Report".

Oh, the master of Manjintang is quite concerned about government affairs and wants to clear his name and go ashore!
  Liu Guozhang picked it up and opened it. The traditional Chinese characters were written from top to bottom, from right to left. There were no punctuation marks, which was very unfriendly.

Fortunately, I was bored on the ship, so I read "That Plum" and "This Word" published by Taiwan Island, and I could still understand them.

"Erlang!" Liu Da waved excitedly at the door.

Liu Guozhang put the book in his arms and said, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"Good stuff, I found something good." Liu Da replied excitedly.

As he said this, he pulled Liu Guozhang, walked through the door, and came to the left side hall.

Liu Da opened a door, walked in and pointed to the shelf inside and said, "Erlang, look, I'll help you find a good gun and a good knife."

A bright silver iron gun stood on the shelf, and a four-foot willow-leaf scimitar lay horizontally.

With just one glance, Liu Guozhang's eyes were like iron powder that met a magnet and was completely attracted to him.

The gun body is ten feet long and is made entirely of metal. The exquisite patterns are like scales, and the silver is bright and straight, like a fierce dragon soaring into the sky.

The gun hoop is like a tiger's head, domineering and powerful.

The head of the spear is one foot long, with a sharp tip, two sharp edges, and a thick and grooved spine.

"Good gun!"

Liu Guozhang stroked the gun body and felt a strange feeling on his fingertips.

A silver dragon roared happily, carrying him across the nine heavens and diving into the five oceans.

There was a soft pop, and an arrow came out of the string, hitting Liu Guozhang's back like lightning.

　In the new book stage, please collect, click, vote, and take good care of it!

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)