The light skills were not the masters of He Wu and Zhao Aqi. A cold light flashed, and the two immediately jumped in different directions to avoid them.

Zhao Aqi was a little more flexible and rushed to the back of the pillar in one step. He heard a tingling sound, which made his ears numb and his back hurt slightly. He turned around and looked at the pillar that was leaning against him just now, and a small pointed tip appeared.

The small sword that Wen Buhua shot out actually pierced the pillar. If the force is a little stronger, Zhao Aqi would be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

Zhao Aqi was so scared that his face was as white as paper. He touched his back with his back. His fingers were almost a little far from the pain. However, after retracting his arm, there was blood on both fingers, which obviously flowed out of the wound.

He was stunned for a while, tilted his body very slowly, and leaned out slightly to check the situation.

It turned out that he was not the only one who was in a daze, but everyone in the yard was dazed: the robbers were in a daze, and they didn't understand what had happened just now; He Wu was in a daze, and he lame one leg, his movements were a little slow, and he could only roll on the ground, but he was still caught up by Han Guang. He was lying on the ground, covering his shoulders and was at a loss; Hu Guiyang was in a daze, and he had been standing there, and now he was still motionless, not even speaking. He was also one of Han Guang's targets, and it was the main target, but he was not hurt.

Wen Buhua was also in a daze.

His right hand was holding a long sword, and his left hand pressed on the box carried by the donkey. He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes crossed Hu Guiyang's shoulders, as if he was looking forward to something.

The only thing that wasn't dazed was the donkey, with big eyes flashing and gently moving his hooves.

Time seems to have stopped there.

Zhao Aqi carefully walked around the corridor column and turned his head to look at it. A thin line hangs down, lands on the ground, and extends a distance forward.

It turned out that the thread of the flying sword had been cut off.

Looking at the Crazy He Wu and Hu Guiyang again, there was indeed a small sword in front of each of them and a thin line connected. The only difference was that the small sword next to Crazy He Wu was covered with blood.

Zhao Aqi coughed.

Hu Guiyang stepped forward and just stepped on the small sword on the ground, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, "You have betrayed your master's sect before you have learned the essence of Wenjiazhuang."

Wen Buhua, who had been as fast as lightning, had his every move as slow as a seventy-year-old man. He slowly withdrew his gaze, glanced at the box, put down his left hand, then took the sword back into the sheath, turned around and walked towards the gate, and every step seemed to be carrying a heavy burden.

The donkey shouted and turned around and followed the master.

Hu Guiyang smiled and watched, but was wondering, with another move, he could kill Wen Buhua, why did He Sanjie stop moving?

He didn't ask, and believed that He Sanjie must have a reason.

The robber had something to ask, and the giant axe in Suo Zhitian's hand hung on the ground and asked in panic: "Mr. Buhua..."

"Get out." Wen Buhua spit out a word and continued to move forward. The robbers standing in front made way out, as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The first person who reacted was Feng Pu, the deputy Qianhu, who was used to being weak on his knees, and he knelt loudly, "Wen Buhua is a liar, this one, this one is the real Wen family!"

Before Wen Buhua could walk out of the station, everyone's eyes were already on Hu Guiyang.

The few people involved in the battle knew that the last bit of cold light came from the room. In the eyes of the many bandits watching the battle, they only saw the cold light coming from Hu Guiyang's hands, and it flashed in a flash. Although they didn't understand what was going on, they all knew that Wen Buhua was defeated.

The Wen family’s magical skills are vast and not owned by the human world. Naturally, the more powerful they are, the more they look like the Wen family.

The giant axe in Suo Zhitian's hand finally fell off his hand and fell to the ground. His knees were not that soft, and he felt a little arrogant in his heart, but he was not brave enough. "I don't know... Mr. Buhua... Wen Buhua is too similar... No, he is the Wen family, he was just expelled from the door, but I don't know, no one told us, if I know..."

Hu Guiyang came to Suo Zhitian and smiled and said, "No one blames you."

Suo Zhitian felt relieved, his whole body became soft, and he almost collapsed on the ground. "The thirty-six villages in Funiu Mountain are willing to follow Wenjiazhuang."

Wen Buhua had already walked out of the station, and no one stopped him, and he would not explain.

"What kind of promise did he give you?"

"He's a liar."

"I have to listen to the liar, too."

"Wen Buhua selected a few of us and taught the Fire God Art, claiming that after this matter is done, each person will be rewarded with a golden elixir."

"Well, wait back to Funiu Mountain, Wenjiazhuang will soon give you real tasks, and the reward will only be more generous."

Suo Zhitian was overjoyed and willingly knelt down, kowtowing several times, "Thank you, thank you, sir, I wonder what sir is called?"

"My name after entering the village is Wen Mieyang." After saying that, Hu Guiyang felt that this name was unlucky, but he could no longer change it.

"So it's Mr. Mie Yang, Wen Buhua is your nephew?"

"It was once." Hu Guiyang corrected.

"Don't you... catch him back?"

"No need, I have destroyed his magical power, so I will save his life for the time being. Wenjiazhuang will be known to everyone in the world and the end of betraying our village."

"We spread this to Wenjiazhuang."

Hu Guiyang was worried that the night was long and dreamed, so he waved his hand, "Go and go back to the village to wait for the order."

"Yes, Mr. Mie Yang knows where our village is? Oh, I'm stupid, there's nothing I don't know about Wenjiazhuang..." Suo Zhitian stood up, picked up a giant axe, led the troops of the villages out of the post station, whistled and left quietly.

Another person stayed, Feng Pu, the deputy Qianhu, kept kneeling on the ground, and found that his situation was extremely awkward, "Mr. Mie Yang..."

"My name in the Jinyiwei is Hu Guiyang, and I call him Hu Xiaowei."

"The villain dares not." Deputy Qianhu is much higher than the lieutenant, but Feng Pu is as humble as a lowly servant, "Mr. Hu, what should I do?"

The people in the post station will not die, and the fact that Feng Pu colluded with robbers will soon be revealed. He must be afraid, "Mr. Hu joined Wenjiazhuang, the court... Do you know about the Jinyiwei? Do you want to... silence?"

"I have my own way. As for you, can you still stand up?"

"Yes." Feng Pu barely stood up.

"Can you run?"

"It should be possible."

"Then run away."

"Ah? But..."

"Do you want Wenjiazhuang to kill someone for you?"

Feng Pu thought for a while, turned around and ran, starting to run deep and shallowly, quickly stabilized and ran very fast.

The robbers left, but the people in the inn dared not come out and still hid in the house.

Hu Guiyang ignored them and turned around and quickly walked back to his room. He Sanjie happened to walk towards him, holding a broken receiver in his hand.

The receiver is not big, it is cracked into several pieces, and it has lost all its value.

This is why He Sanjie'er did not continue to make moves.

She has other receivers, but it takes time to replace the jade pendant. She would rather let Wen Buhua go than take the risk of fighting again.

She took out the red jade inside and handed it over quickly. Hu Guiyang took it, hid it in his sleeve, and glanced at the jade pendant that was originally completely red had a circle of obvious white dizziness.

"Pack up the things, let's set off later." Hu Guiyang's trick could not last long. He had to rush to Yunyang Prefecture as soon as possible and rely on the imperial army there to ensure safety.

But before leaving, there is something he must ask clearly.

The others packed their luggage and brought horses, and Hu Guiyang walked alone to the east across the courtyard.

There were more than a dozen officers standing in front of the gate of the courtyard. They couldn't see clearly what had happened just now, but they could hear clearly. Therefore, they all drew their swords and were ready to fight, but they had no chance of winning in their hearts.

"Go in and report, the Jinyi Captain Hu Guiyang asked for a meeting."

"Don't think about it...don't think about it..." The officer didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

The gate of the cross-yard opened, and someone stood at the door and said, "Person Hu asked him to come in."

Hu Guiyang walked in, and the officers and soldiers did not put down their knives or stopped them.

The person standing at the door was a man in his forties, dressed like an aide.

"What do you call me?" Hu Guiyang asked with his hands bowed.

"The surname is Lin, they all call me Master Lin."

Hu Guiyang started again, Master Lin led the way, and the two walked into the main room together.

This is one of the best rooms in the inn. It is relatively spacious. There are warm pavilions on both sides of the left and right. The bead curtains are hanging low. Master Lin pointed to the warm pavilion on his right. "Please please, Master Hu, my elders are waiting for you inside."

Hu Guiyang went in alone, and under the dim light, he saw an old man lying on the bed.

"Get closer." The old man said softly, feeling weak, and it seemed like he was seriously ill.

Hu Guiyang walked to the bed and looked down at the old man, not knowing him.

"You are Hu Guiyang who seized the demon fox case in Beijing?"

“That’s right.”

"Is Zhao Ying, a hundred households of the Jinyiwei Nansi, your adopted father?"

"That's right. Do you recognize my adoptive father?"

"I've had a chance to meet several times." The old man coughed a few times, "I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Yuan, and my single name is a good word."

"Master Yuan, the Right Censor?" Hu Guiyang was shocked.

"You've actually heard of me."

"The name of Lord Yuan is known to everyone in the world."

Yuan Jie was a senior official in the court and was ordered to govern Jingxiang. He set up Yunyang Prefecture and recruited refugees from all walks of life, so he made great contributions and promoted to the right censor of the capital.

Yuan Jie is the highest official of Yunyang Prefecture. Hu Guiyang originally expected to get help from this person, but he unexpectedly met him halfway through. Not only did Yuan Jie feel seriously ill, but there were not many people around him, and he was surrounded by a group of robbers.

"I have a lifetime of fame." Yuan Jie coughed twice again, "I can't help but lead the disaster to you. Fortunately, you scared the robber away."
To be continued...