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Chapter 12 The real arena

"This……"

At this time, the old man can tell that Mrs. Ye is not someone who wants to eat for free.

"It's too precious, little brother, since you're not them, just settle the money when you pass by next time, who hasn't had a hard time." The old man reasoned, and handed the gem to Mrs. Ye return.

"It's okay, these belongings are nothing to me." Mrs. Ye shook her head.

But the old man insisted on returning the gem, Mrs. Ye could only accept it, and said: "Then I'll go to the pawn shop tomorrow to exchange some money, and then settle the bill."

At this time, the girl called Xiaowanwan also turned her head from the old man's arms, her eyes were still dim with tears, but she was not as afraid as before.

She timidly said: "You, are you really not those people?"

Mrs. Ye touched her head and said with a smile, "Probably not, why did you say that there are no heroes, only demons?"

Xiaowanwan wiped her eyes with one arm, and said: "Because heroes can only kill people, and they also made Wanwan crippled, Tingting avoids me now when she sees me."

Mrs. Ye turned her head to look at the old man who was frowning deeply, and asked, "Old man, where did it start, let me listen to it?"

The old man hugged Wanwan, sat down with a sigh, and explained the whole story.

It turns out that the old man's surname is Xu, and he has a son named Xu Ying, who is a disciple of the Huwei Gang, a small sect in Jingzhou City. It's the real deal.

These days, who wouldn't want to take on a three-foot iron sword and turn the rivers and lakes that they think are magnificent and full of pride upside down?
Although every chivalrous man had this kind of ambition, most of them just lived peacefully in this cannibalistic rivers and lakes, without any disturbances.

Take this Huwei gang as an example, it is not a decent family, and naturally there are no pilgrims.

The sect wants to run, what should I do?
In addition to charging a high membership fee in order to get a copy of the basic cheats, the disciples of the sect are also responsible for doing the "private work" that those gangs take over, such as helping people walk escorts today, and doing security for them tomorrow. My gang has made an appointment with others, and is in urgent need of thugs, what should I do?
A few taels of silver per person.

Yes, this is the bottom of the rivers and lakes, and it is also the main tone of the rivers and lakes.

There is no way, heroes have to eat, you can't let go of the sword in your hand, you can't afford the hoe and pole at home, and you don't have peerless martial arts. If you don't tie your head to the belt of your trousers, how can you support your family?
Didn't you see that every year in the pawn shop, a lot of "peerless swords" would be collected at a low price, and then put in the corner to make dust, and there weren't many heroes who had vowed to come back to redeem it?

Moreover, the government also turned a blind eye to this kind of gang dispute. If they really wanted to manage it, how could they manage it?
Which decent disciple of a famous family didn't have a few lives on his hands?
Even the merciful Shaolin Abbot Xuanci, if you say that killing one person will pay for one life, giving him ten heads is not enough to cut off.

Besides, if those well-known decent sects have long since formed a form of separate jurisdiction from the imperial court, such as Shaolin Kongtong and other major sects, the total number of disciples in the past generations is thousands, and there are still thousands of disciples. Everyone is a master of martial arts, how many people in the local government know martial arts?
If your imperial court really rushed in to arrest people, it would probably have to mobilize tens of thousands of armored soldiers from the imperial city or the frontier, and divide them into several groups to carry out encirclement and suppression, which would also cause a backlash from other sects!
Is it worthwhile for you to launch a large-scale battle with tens of thousands of people in the country for the life and death of one person?

Therefore, the government and martial arts people also have a certain consensus, that is, the gang's affairs should be resolved by the gang itself, and it would be a violation of the rules to report to the officials.
And Xu Ying is one of the rare knights who still has the faith of the past after seeing the real rivers and lakes.

Compared with those "knights" who are prone to fighting, eating meat and drinking heavily, and forgetting why they carried the sword in the past, they have done a lot of things to uphold justice and fight injustice on weekdays. A bit of a good name.

People from the same village who are adjacent to each other, no matter whether they know each other or not, when mentioning Xu Ying, who doesn't give a thumbs up, saying that the old Xu family has a famous hero.

But his mistake was that he was meddling when the disciples of "Xuanyuan Sword Sect", the largest sect in Jingzhou, were traveling.

On that day, Zhao Fei, the son of the King of Jingzhou, went out on an autumn hunting trip with great momentum, apart from fifty yellow-armored cavalry, several elders of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect led a large group of disciples to accompany them.

All the way, the ban on riding on the official road was like a decoration, people turned their backs and collapsed one after another, but who dared to say no loudly?
Although the number of private soldiers supported by the county king is no more than [-] in name, his Xuanyuan Sword Sect was able to gain fame and dominance in Jingzhou. It is better than a private soldier, it is said that the tribute to the palace every year is carried by several carriages, and boxes of real gold and silver are carried inside the vertical flower gate.

Once on the boat on the Hudu River, he shot a rebellious oiran through the chest and abdomen, hung it on a flagpole and exposed it to the sun for three days, so he was called the "evil dragon", how could he care about these flat-headed What the common people think is that they are rushing all the way to their own hunting place.

A group of members of the Huwei gang, who were on the side of the official road at that time, witnessed this scene completely.

At that time, in the center of the official road, there happened to be a pregnant woman who was about to give birth. When she saw a large group of people rushing towards him, she was so frightened that her heart was shattered. When she hurried to avoid it, it happened that her amniotic fluid broke, and she knelt down on the official road alone in horror. central.

The only person present was Xu Ying, who dared to go to the rescue when the iron cavalry was approaching.

However, there were so many yellow-armored cavalry who cleared the way. The son was very interested, and he didn't even look at whether it was a pregnant woman. He just picked up the tip of the gun, hung it on the barrel of the gun, rode for a few feet, and threw the corpse aside.

Xu Ying was the only one who stepped forward to help, but he was not rescued, but the fishy amniotic fluid and hot blood splashed all over his face.

The man is still angry, let alone Xu Ying, a man of seven feet?

So Xu Ying, a third-rate disciple of the third-rate sect, drew out that third-rate sword.

But that high-ranking son didn't even look at him, the guard beside him swept his iron sword away with a sweep of the scabbard, and drove the precious horse straight away.

On the contrary, two disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect stopped at the elder's signal.

They didn't speak ill of each other, they didn't insult the deceased, they just looked at him with indifference and pity, thinking that it was his wife, and bluntly said that they would compensate him with money.

Xu Ying, whose face was full of scarlet blood, bent down, but instead of picking up the silver coins thrown on the ground, he glanced at the Huwei gang who had scattered in a hurry, and picked up his iron sword.

Old Uncle Xu remembered that Xu Ying was escorted back by two disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect. He was covered in scars and bleeding from his orifices. When he took up the sword, this man who had never shed a tear knelt down on him and his little brother. In front of Wanwan, wept loudly and kowtowed in repentance.

He said that he had killed someone, and now he was going to pay for it, but he didn't regret it, he was just afraid that his grandfather and grandson would be implicated, if he was given another chance, he would still slash those two swords.

He is a third-rate swordsman, but a first-rate knight.

(End of this chapter)