Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

The fat and thin monks and others looked a little frightened. They were all just acquired warriors, and they would instinctively feel afraid when facing an innate master.

"Keep beating the drums! Don't stop!"

Yao Yue scolded and glanced at the old man, who was sitting there too lazy to even move, just raised his hand and slapped him casually.

Bang!

The dark blue palm power that the old man slapped out dissipated like foam. In the blink of an eye, Yao Yue hit his chest with a palm from the air.

The old man's robes did not change at all, and there was not even a wrinkle after being hit by the palm force. However, the moment the old man was hit, his eyes showed fear, and then his body flew backwards and fell heavily on the hillside.

When he landed on the ground, his internal organs had all collapsed, blood clots were spat out of his mouth, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

The fat and thin monks looked at each other, swallowed their saliva, and beat the drums with a little more strength.

too frightening.

He had seen that old man when he was young. He had been rampant in the Qingzhou martial arts world for more than ten years. He was a famous innate master in the martial arts world. Later, he disappeared. He was thought to have died of old age, but he didn't expect that he had defected to the Qing court.

A master who had been famous for decades was killed instantly before the woman in front of him could even withstand a single move. Her strength was truly terrifying!

While beating the drum, Fat Monk tentatively asked, "Madam, the masters of the Qing army can't do anything to you. I guess the main force will attack soon. Should we continue to resist?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Yao Yue glanced at him, looking at him as if he were mentally retarded. "I asked you to beat the drum to lure out the experts inside and kill them first. When did you ever say you wanted to confront the army head-on?"

"So what does Madam mean?"

Yao Yue chuckled, "When their army is out and their artillery is deployed, we'll retreat. When they withdraw their troops and return to camp to rest, we'll continue to harass them.

No one will be able to sleep peacefully for the next few days. These Tartars will be exhausted to death!"

Chapter 200 Everyone is a dog, why do you insist on being a human!

This is the task Song Xuan assigned to Yao Yue.

There is no need for a head-on battle, just find various ways to torment the Qing army and make them tired, irritable and sleepy.

When the time is right, Song Xuan will find a dark and windy night and sneak in to harvest.

In a small-scale military camp, Song Xuan would choose to rush in head-on and kill, but in a large camp like this one with tens of thousands of elite soldiers and a full range of firearms and powerful crossbows, he would not be so stubborn as to just force his way in.

While Yao Yue was messing with the Qing army, Song Xuan was not idle on the other side. He went directly to the provincial capital.

It would take several days to clean up the Qing army camp, so he took advantage of this opportunity to enter the city first and kill all the prefects and officials who defected to the Qing army.

As the future commander of the Xuanyi Guard, learning to allocate time reasonably and becoming a qualified time management master are basic qualities that must be possessed.

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In the provincial capital, outside the prefectural government office.

Two officials dressed in the uniforms of Qing Dynasty yamen runners, with a small tuft of braids at the back of their heads, leaned against the wall of the yamen, lazily basking in the sun.

The entire street was deserted, with hardly anyone to be seen, let alone anyone coming to the government office to file a complaint.

Since Huang Taiji founded the Qing Dynasty and massacred the people who refused to obey, the population of people in various cities and regions has dropped sharply, and there have been countless massacres and genocide.

Those who were tough enough were basically killed, and those left were all submissive and easy to manage.

No matter how cruel Song Xuan was, he only planned to kill a million rebels to condense the divine flower, but the number of people in Qingzhou who died under the butcher knife of the Qing army was counted in the hundreds of millions.

Compared with this group of butchers, Song Xuan is nothing but a dwarf.

The yamen runners who were dozing off against the wall heard footsteps coming from not far away. Without even opening their eyes, they started scolding.

"Where did you come from, you untouchable? Get out of my way! Don't block me from the sun!"

"Oh? Whose grandpa are you?" a calm voice came.

"Of course I'm your master, you little dog slave!"

The bailiff yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened them, and was immediately frightened and at a loss what to do.

"you you!!"

"What's wrong with me?" Song Xuan looked at him with a smile.

"What are you arguing about!" Another yamen runner opened his eyes impatiently. After seeing Song Xuan's appearance, he was also frightened out of his wits, "Hair! How do you still have hair?"

"Why do I still have hair?" Song Xuan sneered, "Because I'm a human being and I'm not used to being a slave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were two snapping sounds. The two men didn't even see Song Xuan make a move, but they felt a sharp pain in their neck and then their consciousness became blurred.

After twisting the two men's necks into twists, Song Xuan walked into the yamen and saw the plaque hanging high in the lobby at a glance.

"A clear mirror hangs high!"

Song Xuan chuckled twice, feeling it was quite ironic. He raised his hand and slapped it. The plaque and the roof were smashed into pieces, with wood chips and rubble scattered everywhere.

The loud noise immediately alarmed the guards in the government office. Soon, dozens of guards wearing armor and wearing swords at their waists surrounded them.

After seeing Song Xuan's long black hair, the leader of the guards suddenly felt a little angry.

Everyone shaved their heads and kept long braids, but you are the only one who is aloof. You are the exception, right?

Can't everyone just shave their heads and become slaves? Why do you insist on living as a human being with your hair?

"Come here, capture this traitor!"

The guards immediately drew their swords and rushed forward, but then they felt a violent force sweeping over them. Before they could get close, they vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting the door and wooden pillars.

The head guard was stunned.

He knew that since the other party dared to keep his hair, he must be a strong martial artist, but these government guards were not weaklings either. Each of them was a master who had cultivated internal strength.

With so many masters attacking together, even a congenital warrior would be able to handle it for a while, right?

As a result, he didn't even move his feet, but just raised his hand and waved, and dozens of people flew up into the sky in a spiral, and it was obvious that they were all dead.

Is this the martial arts that a human should have?

The leader of the guards was horrified and terrified. The other party's martial arts skills were so high that they were unimaginable and unfathomable.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and used his Qinggong skills to leave, but just as he took a step forward, a hand held down his head.

Song Xuan looked at him with a half-smile, "Are you a Tartar?"

"My lord, no, I'm not a Tartar!" The guard leader was so frightened that he blurted out, "I was originally the squad leader in the prefectural yamen. After Huang Taiji rebelled, the prefect led us to surrender.

I am a Zhou person, and my ancestors for eight generations have all been citizens of the Great Zhou!"

Song Xuan was too lazy to waste time talking to him. "Where is the prefect now?"

"In the backyard!" The team leader was so scared that he was trembling all over and didn't dare to hesitate at all.

Song Xuan stopped talking, lifted his neck, and lightly tapped the ground with his toes. The two of them came to a hundred meters away, moving at such a speed that they were almost like ghosts.

The entire backyard is very large and is the prefect's private residence. Most of the guards are gathered here.

As soon as Song Xuan and the others came in, they saw a flare arrow explode in the air, followed by dense and rapid footsteps coming from all directions.

"Since you still admit that you are a citizen of the Great Zhou, I will not kill you this time!"

Song Xuan threw the squad leader backwards without caring whether he was injured or not, and looked calmly at the prefect's guards who were gathering from all directions.

"Traitor, you are so brave!"

Hundreds of guards gathered, and the leading commander suddenly grew much bolder. He stared at Song Xuan and shouted coldly, "Kneel down and surrender immediately, and perhaps I will spare your life. Otherwise, be careful that your three clans will be implicated as well!"

Song Xuan glanced at him coldly, "Judging from your appearance, you should all be from the Zhou Dynasty, not Tartars.

I'll give you one chance. If you still think you're from Zhou, put down your weapons and stand aside!"

The guards looked at each other in confusion, but soon, many of them burst into mocking laughter. The laughter was not loud at first, but as more and more people joined in the laughter, the entire prefect's backyard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Song Xuan also smiled, "It seems that you have made your choice. In that case, let's get going!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clang sound, and the Chunyang Wuji Sword let out a dragon roar, bringing up a red sword light, covering all the guards around.

Song Xuan didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. He sheathed his sword and looked ahead.

There, the prefect and several masters dressed as martial artists were looking at him with horror.

"Song Xuan, the Xuanyi Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I believe you all know why I came here?"

"Song Xuan?"

The prefect swallowed his saliva. Song Xuan, the killer who slaughtered twelve Qing army camps?

Why don't you go and kill the Qing army, but come to make things difficult for me, a civil servant?

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Chapter 201 Are we the kind of people who carry on the legacy of Wei Wu?

After hearing Song Xuan's self-introduction name, the martial arts masters in front of the prefect, who had spent a lot of money to recruit, turned around and fled without any hesitation.

What a joke! That was a terrifying existence who could slaughter more than a dozen military camps by himself. Their martial arts skills were probably a joke in other people's eyes.

But unfortunately, just as they turned around, they heard a sword chant like thunder, and then all they saw was red sword light.

hum~~

The sword light flashed by, and the eyes of the masters in the mansion began to become unfocused. With a thud, their bodies broke into two and fell to the ground.

The only one who was not dead was the prefect who was standing there trembling all over and even pissing his pants with fear.

"Sir, spare my life. I'll give you whatever money you want!"

Song Xuan raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "Money is of no use to me. The power and wealth you pursue are meaningless in my eyes."

After he finished speaking, Song Xuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, a cold light suddenly burst out, covering the prefect like a sky full of stars.

It was visible to the naked eye that strands of sword energy spread across the prefect's body like a spider web, causing him to scream hysterically in extreme pain.

The screams lasted for a whole incense stick of time, and the process was comparable to lingchi.

When Song Xuan turned around and left, all that was left of the prefect's body was a pile of cracked bones, without a trace of flesh and blood!

Song Xuan was quite satisfied with this result.

After killing so many people, he couldn't say that his control over his Qi had reached perfection, but it was almost there.

When he arrived at the gate of the government office, Song Xuan, the squad leader whom he had thrown out before, did not run away, but knelt on the ground waiting for him.

"Sir, I am willing to lead the way for you. I know the residences of all the officials, big and small, in this city!"

Song Xuan couldn't help but take a few more glances, then nodded, "Lead the way!"

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At noon, in the courtyard of the prefectural government office, dozens of fat and big-eared officials were tied up and thrown to the ground like pigs to be slaughtered.

Most of the people were in a coma.

Not far away, the team leader was grunting as he dug a hole in the ground with a shovel, while Song Xuan was looking up at the midday sun.

"The weather is nice today. The midday sun is warm and the yang energy is strong, perfect for burying someone!"

He said this calmly, but at this moment several officials woke up, trembled all over after hearing this, and struggled to crawl out of the yamen.

Seeing this, the team leader picked up the shovel in his hand and hit it.

"Go in and take you!"

After hitting them several times, he knocked the people who wanted to escape into the pit, and then he began to bury them happily. Soon, the people were wailing in fear and were completely buried in the mud.

The team leader added a few more handfuls of soil and stepped on it. After making sure it was solid, he continued to dig the hole.

While digging the hole, I watched to see who else woke up.

These traitors cannot be allowed to die too easily. They must be buried alive while they are conscious and die in regret and despair!

He didn't know whether this was what the young master meant, but he guessed that if he did so, the young master might be more satisfied.

Sure enough, after he buried several people alive, the young master looked at him with a little more recognition and appreciation in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be such a talent!"

Song Xuan admired the man's method of burying people and said with a smile, "Are you interested in working for Xuanyiwei?"