"Do you know what the outside world is saying about you now?"

Qin Yuan took it out and poured him wine, while smiling and saying.

"How to say"

Shao Pingping looked at Qin Yuan expectantly.

He risked his head to stand up for everyone.

Naturally, I hope to gain everyone's recognition.

"An iron shoulder carries moral responsibility, but a tough hand handles articles."

Qin Yuan recited it in a cadence.

Shao Pingping immediately turned red.

A bit like red-roasted lobster.

He was so excited by just one sentence. He is indeed a young man.

Qin Yuan was speechless.

"Uncle Qin, drink" Shao Pingping boldly picked up the wine glass.

"You are young, what kind of cup do you use to drink?"

Qin Yuan took out another bowl.

Full.

"Come"

"good"

Shao Pingping picked up the bowl and drank it. As a result, she choked and coughed.

He doesn't drink as much as I do.

By the way, what is his father's name?

Qin Yuan paused for a few seconds before remembering that Shao Pingping's father was called Shao Guilin.

In a few hundred years, Qin Yuan has no doubt that he will completely forget this person.

Seven days later, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle, a rare good weather.

Caishikou.

There were not many spectators today, because only one person was killed, and he was not a big shot.

Not too little, because this man was extremely courageous. Not only did he dare to write an article to scold Duan Hu and Feng Gou, but he also dared to go to the door of the ruling yamen to scold them. This was very satisfying.

On the beheading platform, the beheading officer Yang Huchan was very unhappy. He really didn't want to take on such a dirty job.

But he couldn't refuse Duan Hu and Feng Gou's request.

As for whether Qin Yuan would come to rob the execution ground, he was not worried at all.

Qin Yuan is an old turtle who has been famous for twenty years and is a non-stick pan.

On the contrary, he was a little afraid of the people below.

Everyone looked at him as if they wanted to eat him.

There's no guarantee there won't be some awesome stuff in there.

Even if you don't kill him today, you can do it suddenly another day when he's not paying attention.

His martial arts are mediocre and he will definitely die when the time comes.

Yang Huchan shook his head to drive out distracting thoughts, raised his head and glanced at the sun in the middle of the sky, picked up the command arrow with sweaty hands and said: "The time has come, kill it."

Shao Pingping closed her eyes when she saw the arrow flying out.

Images from the past kept flashing through my mind.

Most of them were Qin Yuan. Unknowingly, Qin Yuan took his father's place.

The people watching below suddenly became noisy.

Many people crowded forward.

The bold ones have already lost their stones.

"Whoever dares to take a step forward will be shot to death."

Yang Huchan stood up and threatened.

I feel terribly guilty.

Duan Hu and Feng Gou, these two bastards, have tricked me to death.

He cursed in his mind.

When the people in the audience heard Yang Huchan's threats, they became even more violent, and some of them were about to rush in.

Yang Huchan, who was panicking, loudly urged the dazed executioner: "Behead quickly!"

At this moment, an extremely majestic figure descended from the sky.

His beard and hair are all white, and he holds a big knife.

As majestic as a god of war.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Even after more than twenty years, every older person in Beijing will recognize this face, Ba Dao Wang Wu.

A myth of the former capital.

It is a bit too much to say that he is the embodiment of justice, but it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a well-known and righteous figure.

Yang Huchan couldn't believe it and said: "Brother Wang Wu"

As a fellow countryman and good friend of Tan Zhuangfei, Yang Huchan not only knew Wang Wu, but was also very familiar with him.

Qin Yuan, who was disguised as Wang Wu, didn't even look at him. He grabbed Shao Pingping by the neck and killed him and was about to leave.

A dozen strange birds suddenly appeared above the head, like a large dark cloud.

In a nearby house, dozens of people rushed out of the crowd and instantly transformed into a giant bear three feet tall with a huge mouth, a strange deer with pale skin and sharp teeth. There were two fangs in its mouth and extremely sharp claws.

of black tiger.

This scene is comparable to the time when Song Yufu was killed.

Qin Yuan stood still, chopping melons and vegetables, and killed less than half of the demons that rushed towards him.

The monsters behind were so frightened that they turned around and ran away. Facing the weak, they killed more and more out of control. Facing the strong, they could always wake up in time.

Then, he led Shao Pingping into the air and slashed with the force of his sword. The sword energy of fifty meters chopped into pieces all the dozen strange birds in his way.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there was no demon, Qin Yuan, or Shao Pingping.

It seems like what just happened was just an illusion.

Yang Huchan fell down on the chair, as if his bones had been taken away, his eyes were blank and he murmured: "Brother Wang Wu is so powerful."

His martial arts skills are not very good, but he knows many masters.

What Wang Wu did just now was something even an ordinary grandmaster couldn't do.

I once heard someone say that someone in the Ba Dao lineage had taken that step before. Could it be that Wang Wu also did it?

"Bad Sword King Five"

"Bad Sword King Five"

…

The cheers of the people echoed through the clouds.

The people, who have been frustrated for many years, are in great need of a righteous and bright hero.

Yang Huchan looked at the dense crowd with fear.

There is no one to protect him now.

Fortunately, the people were so excited by Wang Wu's appearance that they didn't care about him.

Otherwise, a severe beating is inevitable.

There are two places in the world where people are not afraid of people from the government. One is from Jiangnan, and the other is from the capital.

The cemetery in the northeast of the capital is shrouded in autumn, giving people a desolate and gloomy feeling.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang"

Shao Pingping handed over her hand and thanked her.

As a native of the capital, he had often heard stories about Wang Wu's eradication of violence and peace since he was a child.

I have always regarded him as one of the most admired people.
To be continued...