Chapter 001: Starting with a Beggar's Bowl
This dog servant committed a violent act and should be arrested; there is no room for mercy!
Murder!
Immediately following, the onlookers parted, and a person wearing a fan-shaped hat, dressed in a red front-opening robe, and carrying a sword, who appeared to be an officer, entered with two subordinates behind him. It was evident that many of the onlookers recognized him, each calling out to him as "He Baihu" and greeting him.
Hurry up, you bunch of useless people
Hundreds of households stared in astonishment at the fallen soldier, then raised their heads to look at Yang Xin. It was evident that this scene exceeded their expectations, while Yang Xin remained calm, maintaining his stance with the gun, turning the pole towards the remaining soldier. The latter had already drawn his goose-feather knife but was clearly hesitant to advance. The disparity in weapon length made a one-on-one duel almost a guaranteed defeat. At the same time, the two servants who had originally been kicked down by Yang Xin also regrouped. One had similarly seized a pole, while the other picked up the iron chain dropped by the soldier on the ground. The latter had already drawn his goose-feather knife but was clearly hesitant to advance. The disparity in weapon length made a one-on-one duel almost a guaranteed defeat. At the same time, the two servants who had originally been kicked down by Yang Xin also regrouped. One had similarly seized a pole, while the other picked up the iron chain dropped by the soldier on the ground.
The soldier and the two servants cautiously stepped forward at the same time
On both sides are equally ancient shops
Take it down
A sharp sound of piercing through the air suddenly arrived
It is important to note that this body does not belong to him at all
The surroundings were enveloped in silence
This is not any film set
Kill him, quickly kill this dog servant
... ...
The first official in the green robe spoke
He was unaware that not far behind him, on the Drum Tower, a group of people was silently appreciating the entire process
Amidst the cacophony of shouts, Yang Xin opened his eyes in confusion
In the next moment, the sharp sound of something slicing through the air rang out again
The man opposite, wielding a goose feather knife, watched him warily while shifting his stance to shield the young man behind him
He has injured a member of the Dongchang Fu family
The second official in the blue robe said
He shouted angrily
The second official in the blue robe said
The man empty-handed on the other side of Yang Xin turned around and snatched the pole from a bystander, swinging it horizontally at Yang Xin's waist from behind. At the same time, the burly man in front wielding a knife swung his goose feather knife in a horizontal slash, aiming to cut through Yang Xin's body with both the knife and the pole. Still in a daze, Yang Xin suddenly leaned back, avoiding the goose feather knife while simultaneously exerting force with his legs. As the pole swept past him from behind, he executed a perfect backflip.
The sound of cheers suddenly erupted
Then, with a flick of his left foot, the wooden yoke that was about to touch the ground landed in his right hand. He held this ancient yet evidently well-used wooden yoke, which had become very smooth from frequent use, and looked around at his surroundings
No one answered his question
No one died, he knows his limits, it was merely a matter of knocking someone out. A runaway slave? This truly does not resemble a runaway slave. Shandong has suffered from drought for three years, countless starving people. Could it be that some military households, in desperation, are concealing their identities and selling themselves into slavery to survive
Fu Bojun has passed away for over a decade. Is there anyone in the Dongchang Fu family today who holds a position higher than you or me? The situation in Liaodong is precarious, and the court is in urgent need of capable individuals. It seems that exiling a runaway slave who has harmed his master to serve in the battlefield of Liaodong should not pose a problem for the Tianjin military authorities, right? I am about to deal with the mess left by Yang Hao, and if things go poorly, I might lose my head in Liaodong. Even if I find Wang Gong, he should not be unwilling to fulfill this modest request of mine.
The figure in the blue robe hurriedly led a group of soldiers towards the drum tower.
He weighed the shoulder pole and said sincerely
What do you want to do
The latter elegantly opened the folding fan
Of course, this is not important
Hit, continue to hit me!
The first official in the green robe spoke without turning his head
After capturing, bringing it here with a yoke is quite methodical
The official in the blue robe said.
As for whether one can awaken again, it is entirely up to fate
He shouted arrogantly
Yang Xin kicked him on the calf
The young people are still screaming
Hundreds of households immediately regained their momentum, valiantly drawing their goose feather knives, yet still slightly lagging half a step behind the man beside them. The latter was clearly an old hand in the game, holding his knife pointed downwards at an angle with a furrowed brow as he moved forward
He casually spoke as he walked towards Yang Xin
He said quite straightforwardly
A circle of ancient costumes
"Kill this dog slave, do you still dare to run? You must know that even if you run to Java, you will still be a servant of the Fu family!"
At the moment he entered the attack range, Yang Xin's shoulder pole shot out like lightning, striking precisely at his chest as if it were a rifle equipped with a bayonet. The heavy blow caused his heart to stop abruptly, and the soldier, suffering from insufficient blood supply to the brain, fell backward to the ground in frozen astonishment.
A burly official in a blue robe said with a smile that seemed to be both genuine and insincere
Yang Xin, who had just landed, kicked away the person holding the carrying pole.
Yang Xin's left hand instinctively reached out, instantly grasping the falling whip's tip. Following that, he yanked it downward, and just as the whip's owner was pulled forward by him, he suddenly stood up and kicked out with his right foot, aiming directly at the owner's chest
Yang Xin grasped the handle of the whip he had brought with his right hand and, without any hesitation, swung his arm to the side to draw it out
Almost simultaneously, the servant behind on the right swung down with a carrying pole. Yang Xin sidestepped to avoid it, using the tail end of his pole to accurately strike the servant's chin, flipping him over amidst the latter's scream. He Baihu retreated without hesitation, while the remaining servant wielding an iron chain retreated in fear. The seasoned veteran stepped forward, raising his goose-feather knife. Yang Xin, while blocking downward with his pole, simultaneously thrust it towards the servant's abdomen, who sidestepped and advanced, sliding the knife forward...
Yang Xin's hearing was exceptionally acute, and he immediately caught the words "escaped slaves" as well as references to their Dongchang Fu family and the Deputy Inspector. ... The face of the hundred households quickly broke into a smile, nodding while listening, and then he nodded firmly. He glanced at Yang Xin and then gestured to his two subordinates.
"Beat the drum, close the door!"
Immediately, he thrust the shoulder pole forward, startling the soldier opposite who quickly swung his knife to block. However, the force of the thrust was too great; after a slight deviation, the pole accurately struck the outer side of his neck
A sudden scream pierced the air
The first official in the green robe said with great interest
The latter said with trepidation
Immediately following the loud sound of a strike, blood splattered before his eyes. Before he could regain his senses, a heavy blow struck his waist, causing his body to flip to the side, and a dirty broken bowl suddenly appeared in his line of sight. ... On the other side of the broken bowl was a pair of embroidered cloth shoes adorned with cloud patterns. His gaze quickly traveled upward along a silk green shirt, landing on a young face.
Hundreds of households walked up to the young man, and upon seeing his clothing, they immediately turned their heads to look at the man with the knife with questioning gazes
The official in the green robe beside him shot an expressionless glare at a red-robed official behind him, who then turned around with an embarrassed look, searching among a group of red and green-robed officials. Soon, his gaze landed on the face of the last green-robed official at the back
The dog slave is quite bold
Yang Xin picked up the Yanling knife of the old master and walked straight to the young man, waving the knife to signal the boy to step aside. However, the latter did not back down; instead, he bravely stepped forward, only to be kicked away. Yang Xin then looked down at the young man.
The stone-paved street ahead leads directly to the ancient city gate
The whip crackled with an even louder sound as it slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left across the young man's relatively handsome face, causing blood to splatter as his skin tore open. The young man fell backward with a heart-wrenching scream. A burly man behind him changed color suddenly, supporting him and pushing him toward the boy on his left. He drew the dagger from his waist and stepped forward, aiming to strike directly at Yang Xin's right arm.
Yang Xin watched him warily
Kill him, kill this dog slave
That servant lingered, holding the iron chain, hesitant to move forward
Hundreds of households shouted with the pretense of power like a fox relying on the might of a tiger
Because the cloth covering his wound fell off, blood flowed out again, looking quite tragic
It is said that there has yet to be a film crew capable of rendering everything so authentically, to the extent that the air is filled with the stench of livestock manure, nor has there been a makeup artist in any crew who can portray everyone with a face full of weariness... The visibly emaciated and malnourished appearance of those in tattered clothing is certainly not fabricated...
Three people formed a triangular formation to trap him
The unconscious soldier immediately fell down
Step aside, everyone step aside
He has indeed committed murder
The old veteran suddenly knelt on one knee, and immediately after, the flat pole swung by Yang Xin struck him on the neck, causing him to faint on the ground
Kill
The young person cried and screamed in the embrace of the youth, like pear blossoms drenched in rain
This body, draped in a tattered burlap sack, emaciated and exuding a foul stench, is not his at all; it is merely that of a beggar, with a large, rotting, maggot-infested wound on it. The broken bowl beside him is likely his only possession. However, strangely, apart from the scar on his face, he does not feel any other pain in this body. On the contrary, both his perception of the surroundings and his reaction speed have significantly improved. Yet, his strength is indeed not what it used to be; it is evident that this severely malnourished body has hindered his original power. However, strangely, apart from the scar on his face, he does not feel any other pain in this body. On the contrary, both his perception of the surroundings and his reaction speed have significantly improved. Yet, his strength is indeed not what it used to be; it is evident that this severely malnourished body has hindered his original power.
The person immediately lost grip of the whip, let out a tragic scream, and was thrown backward.
The lash he received on his face could be considered disfiguring, a bloody whip mark that had caused his nose to rot. The young man beside him panicked and used his clothes to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. However, Yang Xin did not believe he had acted excessively, as he bore a nearly identical wound on his own face. Fortunately, the person who struck him, presumably a household servant, was somewhat weaker, so he only bled from his face, but his nose remained unharmed
Yang Xin stood there motionless, holding the shoulder pole with both hands, as if wielding a gun, with his left hand forward and his right hand back, the pole pointing diagonally upward, quietly watching the two soldiers approach him
This can be considered as settling the score
What are you doing? Go to hell!
The latter spoke to him in a low voice
O soldiers of the Three Guards!
Yang Xin said resentfully
One of them took off the iron chain from his waist
Hundreds of households turned around and fled
So who will explain what is going on here
Yang Xin suddenly let out a loud shout
After saying that, he stepped on the other person's face, and with the latter's agonizing screams, he brutally stomped down twice. The once handsome face was now utterly unrecognizable, and it was uncertain whether the nose could ever return to its original form. The young man beneath him let out a muffled cry, his arms outstretched as he painfully grasped the gaps between the stone slabs, resembling a delicate girl being ravaged. ... Then, Yang Xin, feeling satisfied, stepped over his face and sprinted towards the city gate ahead ... The young man beneath him let out a muffled cry, his arms outstretched as he painfully grasped the gaps between the stone slabs, resembling a delicate girl being ravaged. ... Then, Yang Xin, feeling satisfied, stepped over his face and sprinted towards the city gate ahead ...
The onlookers scattered in an instant.
A shout suddenly erupted from behind the crowd
Yang Xin stepped back to avoid it