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"Fire!" Zhang Laosan shouted.

thumping!

Gunshots rang out like thunder, and bullets rained down like a storm.

It pierced through the rain and mist, shooting towards the first few dozen practitioners.

The dozens of practitioners were suddenly startled...

They couldn't see the arrows.

However, their spiritual foundation as practitioners remained intact, and they sensed the crisis...

Chi!

More than a dozen practitioners simultaneously felt a sharp pain in their heads, lost consciousness, and collapsed.

The remaining twenty or thirty people reacted extremely quickly. As soon as they realized the danger, they spun around and turned sharply. A few of them managed to dodge the first round of bullets, but the bullets continued to rain down.

In a short time, more than thirty practitioners, who had risen and fallen, either fell from the sky or collapsed on the road they were running on at high speed.

Li Yangtian's laughter abruptly ceased as he stood atop the supple branch, the branch beneath his feet suddenly finding its mark in mid-air: "A hidden weapon?"

His voice was completely drowned out by the barrage of gunfire.

The two hundred-plus bandits in the second echelon officially entered the firing range.

Amidst the hail of bullets, they fell in rows like crops being slashed by a sharp blade, their screams echoing throughout the battlefield...

"Ah..." A loud roar came from the sky, shaking the entire valley. It was none other than Li Yangtian, who was both anxious and furious!

With that roar, he leaped down from the mountain peak in one step.

His body was surrounded by surging true energy.

The rain and mist that filled the sky were swept away in an instant.

He swept away the mist in the valley with a single stroke.

He was like a demon god, charging straight down the hillside with boundless momentum.

On the hillside, Zhang Laosan suddenly raised his gun and fired!

A bullet was fired at Li Yangtian.

Almost simultaneously, ten guns were raised, and ten more bullets were fired.

They were all excellent hunters from the Hexi Valley. After switching from bows and arrows to guns, their accuracy and reaction time were still intact, and they managed to shoot Li Yangtian, the culprit, at the same time.

More than a dozen bullets were fired at Li Yangtian.

It was about to hit...

Suddenly, the bullet seemed to plunge into mud, spinning rapidly around Li Yangtian, its trajectory completely deviating from its intended path.

Zhang Laosan's heart sank to the bottom.

This is a master from Daoshan.

Daoist masters are protected by true qi around their bodies.

Even bullets can't penetrate it.

This is a huge problem...

Sure enough, Li Yangtian was already above them. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a super giant palm formed from true qi struck down on their heads.

If he lands a solid blow, half of Zhang Laosan's hundred-odd men will be wiped out. Then, the entire Hexi Valley will be reduced to ashes under his single command.

Just as this palm strike was about to land.

A figure in blue suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Laosan.

Zhou Wenju.

Zhou Wenju raised his finger, and a ray of seven-colored light bloomed from his fingertip.

This ray of seven-colored light, like a spear, stretched infinitely and struck the very center of Li Yangtian's giant palm.

puff!

The ray of seven-colored light passed through Li Yangtian's enormous, almost tangible hand and entered between his eyebrows.

Li Yangtian's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief.

A gust of wind blew by, and the giant palm of true energy vanished into thin air.

Li Yangtian fell headfirst to the ground.

With a thud, his head slammed into the boulder, smashing it to pieces.

On the hillside, more than ten people were petrified.

Including Zhang Laosan.

"Continue!" Zhou Wenju slowly withdrew his finger: "annihilate the Qingyun Village forces!"

"Attack! Annihilate them all!" Zhang Laosan shouted...

Of those who jumped down from the mountain in Qingyun Village, half had already perished at the beginning.

The remaining half were also wiped out in a short time under this rapid attack.

The remaining robbers were terrified and turned to run away.

But how can two legs outrun a bullet?

They all fell into pools of blood.

The last few dozen bandits plunged into the mountains and ran wildly...

"Chase!" Zhang Laosan waved his hand, and over a hundred men gave chase...

The robbers were killed one by one.

One of the bandits finally escaped from the jungle, only to realize he had gone the wrong way. The road ahead wasn't leading back to Qingyun Village at all, but rather to a cave in the Hexi Valley...

There was also a beautiful village girl at the entrance of the cave.

A country girl?

First, capture her and use her as a human shield.

This robber was quite clever; he immediately thought of a way to escape.

However, when he lunged at it...

Suddenly, this village girl had a fire poker exactly like the ones used by the hunting party...

thumping!

With a soft sound, Huigu took three steps back.

The robber who pounced on her, with a bloody hole in his forehead, stared blankly at her before slowly collapsing.

"Ah..." Huigu screamed and sat down on the ground with a thud.

There was another group of people at the summit.

The one leading the group was none other than He Wen, the seventh young master of the He family.

He Wen also brought seven or eight servants, as well as several cronies from wealthy families in Qishan.

They originally wanted to see with their own eyes how gratifying it would be to see these peasants from Hexi Valley being ravaged by their friends from Qingyun Village. However, they witnessed something they never expected.

More than 300 people from Qingyun Village were wiped out by 100 people wielding "fire sticks" that could spew smoke and fire.

Run!

He Wen rushed along the road.

He rushed into the forest and crawled out from the other side, his fine clothes torn to shreds.

"Young master, what has happened?" Several servants leading horses ran over from the other side.

Without uttering a word, He Wen leaped onto his horse and galloped wildly towards Qishan County. He rode through the streets and straight into the county government office. He dismounted, but his legs gave way, and he almost fell over.

A dozen or so people arrived one after another.

"Beat the drums!" He Wen took a deep breath...

The backyard of the county government office.

County Magistrate Zhou Liangsheng held a teacup and sipped his tea contentedly.

Since leaving the capital, he has rarely had such a pleasant time to enjoy tea.

But today, he was very content.

Why?

Last night, I returned to the office from the dike where I had been working for half a month, took a shower, and changed clothes...

He actually saw the real gold and silver in the lady's hands.

What does this show?

This shows that Old Qi, that old rascal, wasn't just making up such sensational stories to fool himself into drinking soup and eating meat.

My son is really successful.

After being banished to Lingnan, I experienced poverty and hardship, and everything became more miserable with each passing day.

Finally... finally something happy has happened.

It's not easy!

What made him even happier was that when he mentioned his idea of ​​"borrowing money from his wife to help the people of Lingnan get through the winter," she gave him all her money without hesitation.

The lady is truly wise and understanding.

"Old Qi, take this money. Go and do the job I've assigned you today." Zhou Liangsheng handed the package to Old Qi.

Old Qi hesitated: "Master, about this matter, won't you...won't you discuss it with the Second Young Master?"

Zhou Liangsheng said, "When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven. This is the duty of a Confucian scholar! What is there to discuss with this junior?"

"But the second young master... he is a Mohist, not a Confucian..." Old Qi said.

"Old Qi, do as the master says!" the madam said. "Since Wen'er has inherited literary talent, he will surely become an official in the future. If this righteous act reaches His Majesty's ears, perhaps he will be greatly pleased..."

Old Qi was deeply moved.

The master always put himself first, and although he dared not disobey, he always felt that he was not very convincing.

The lady is different. She's thinking of using the second young master's money to pave the way for his official career.

It is said that someone who personally funds the relief of the people will have a good reputation, no matter the dynasty or the place.

What is most important in officialdom?

Isn't it just about the reputation of officials and the character of the people?

If His Majesty knew about this explosive news, he would surely be overjoyed, and it wouldn't be impossible for him to promote this second son in the future.

Just then, the court drum was struck...