But I saw that the huge city of Yangzhou was in a state of turmoil.

The Jin Yiwei, wearing a black-and-gold-patterned flying fish suit, are being hunted.

Except for Zhao Sheng, there is no civilian on the street.

They all hid in their rooms and shivered.

But Jin Yiwei didn't care whether people were staying honest or not. Looking at the suspicious house, he raised his leg and kicked the door open.

The women and children inside were so frightened that they screamed, and the men trembled and begged for mercy.

This is Jin Yiwei's consistent style, and things that make sense can also appear unreasonable.

Zhao Sheng was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't dare to ride any more, so he got down and stood at the gate of the city.

The main thing is to be open-minded.

He glanced at the soldiers next to him. They had obviously never seen such a scene before, and they could hardly hold the spears in their hands.

"It seems that the city gate soldiers didn't know that a strict inspection was going on inside, otherwise they wouldn't have let me in."

Zhao Sheng analyzed in his mind.

He held the reins and deliberately stood in the corner.

Based on the rumors he heard about Jinyiwei in the palace and his experience in serving in the imperial prison for a month, he told him that it is best not to move now.

Jin Yiwei is at his most arrogant when he is doing business.

Even if it's none of your business at this time, if you take a few more steps and are spotted by some unhappy old boy, then something is wrong.

Jin Yiwei is so arrogant.

If there is anyone more arrogant than them in the world, Zhao Sheng can only think of one.

That is Dongchang Fanzi, run by He Qiansui.

As we all know, every commander of Jinyiwei is the adopted son of He Qiansui.

Even if it wasn’t before, it will definitely be in the future.

In this way, the status of the two becomes obvious.

One is a biological son and the other is an adopted grandson.

It is only natural for a son to beat his grandson!

For this reason, Zhao Sheng often heard the joke about Jin Yiwei bumping into Dongchang in Yanjing.

But he was in the palace at that time and could make fun of him.

Nowadays, people in the world should not be too arrogant.

It's not that he was afraid. For example, among the group of royal guards he just glanced at, only a few were in the bone forging realm.

With such a thing, Zhao Sheng can now kill a large area with one punch.

But there are some things that should be avoided.

He approached a soldier who was farther away than him and asked quietly: "What's going on?"

The soldier shook his head in horror: "I don't know, I've never heard of it before."

Zhao Sheng frowned after hearing this.

"It shouldn't be. Although the Jin Yiwei's influence is spread all over the world, even in remote areas, they can wear bright clothes and angry horses to speak the language of the capital.

But the Fourteenth Institute of Jinyi are all in Yanjing. If you want to send so many people here and make such a big fanfare, why should there be some news?"

He secretly speculated.

"Is it possible that something big is going to happen in Yangzhou, so Jin Yiwei came here quietly?"

Zhao Sheng frowned even more when he thought of this.

After a while of chattering, the street ahead finally became quiet.

The Jin Yiwei arrested several people from all over the streets and alleys. They were all gray-haired and wearing tattered clothes.

Because they resisted when being arrested, some of them were seriously injured, with their hands and feet broken.

The Jinyi guards met to count the number of people, and after confirming that they were correct, they shackled those people and took them away together.

"Hey, what the hell, it only oppresses good people!"

Behind Zhao Sheng, there was also a trembling soldier hiding in the corner. When he saw the Jin Yiwei leaving, he dared to curse in a low voice.

It seems that even the soldiers of a city have great complaints against the Jin Yiwei.

Zhao Sheng glanced at him and saw clearly what he looked like.

He has a sallow face and thin muscles, and he is covered in heavy armor, which bends his body bones a little.

"It turned out that he was a common man who didn't have enough to eat. For some unknown reason, he came to the city gate and became a soldier."

Zhao Sheng made a judgment on him in his heart.

It is precisely because he is a commoner that he has such contempt for Jin Yiwei.

"But those people who were captured..."

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where the Jinyi guards were running.

"They don't look like ordinary people."

Now he has developed an instinct, and whenever something happens, he will activate the Wuji Kung Fu of Heaven and Earth.

This technique, which he had previously complained about as a dog-nosed technique, turned out to be surprisingly useful and saved his life several times.

From what he just smelled, the people who were captured were all full of energy and blood. Even if they had not practiced martial arts, they were all strong and strong.

In today's world, it is difficult for ordinary people to have enough to eat. How can we be like them?

So Zhao Sheng guessed that they were just pretending to be civilians, perhaps from wealthy families who had committed something.

The soldier behind him was still muttering, but a big man came over and slapped him on the head.

The soldier wore a crooked iron hat on his head. He was slapped so hard by the big man that his ears were ringing and his head was dizzy.

"If you keep talking too much, you don't want to do it anymore, right?!"

The big man scolded him angrily, pointed at his nose and cursed.

The soldier staggered and finally stood up straight, not daring to look at the big man.

The big man glanced at Zhao Sheng next to him and raised his hand impatiently: "What are you looking at? Why don't you leave quickly?"

Zhao Sheng smiled, clasped his fists, and rode forward.

Not everyone can say bad things about Jin Yiwei. The big man may seem rough, but in fact he is doing it for the good of the soldiers.

He didn't want to hear this, so he might as well leave early while the streets were calm now.

Because Jin Yiwei had made a scene just now, Yangzhou City became very quiet at the moment.

Even if it is a prosperous place, without the fireworks of the world, how is it different from the barren land in the countryside?

Zhao Sheng searched for a long time and finally found a foot shop that was brave enough to open its doors.

I ordered a few seasonal dishes and a few plates of dried meat preserves, and ate them with wine.

He sat in front of the window on the second floor and looked at the water town below. He saw no talented people and beautiful women, only willows dancing by themselves.

When the waiter came to serve the food, Zhao Sheng stopped him.

"Brother, do you know where Hongliu Lane is?"

The waiter shook off the towel and put it on his shoulder. He smiled and said, "Why are you looking for that place?"

Zhao Sheng took out a broken piece of silver from his waist, and the waiter smiled even more enthusiastically.

"My guest, you have found the right person. That place is so remote that it is hard to find..."

Red willow alley is full of red willow trees.

Instead, it only has an ordinary old willow tree.

Zhao Sheng stood under the willow tree, looking up at its knotted tree body and its withered and yellow branches.

But just under these branches, there are thousands of strands of red silk tied up.

When the wind blows, the red ribbons fly, like a beautiful woman calling her husband back.

"Jiangnan is good, and tamarisk is the best."

Zhao Sheng recited Grandmaster Chen's words in a low voice.

Following Master Chen's instructions, he came to Hongliu Lane in Yangzhou.

According to legend, during the pre-establishment years of Dali, the world was at war and all the men in the alley were conscripted into the army.

Their wives and children came here to hang up red ribbons to pray for their safety.

Thousands of people can make a red willow tree.

It's a pity that this red willow tree failed to save anyone in the end.

Men, all died in battle.

The red ribbon under the willow tree is like a guide, pointing out the way home for them.

Hundreds of years have passed, but the red willows are still there, and the alley has also been named Hongliu Lane.

"How many people died in Hongliu Lane back then, and now?"

Zhao Sheng looked up at the swaying red ribbon and murmured.

He thought of Grandmaster Chen's death and felt that after hundreds of years, Hongliu Lane seemed to be reincarnated again.
Chapter completed!