Turbulent Times Chapter 443: True and false officials

Both sides of the street are filled with firewood and vegetable stalls from various merchants and peasants. Here, cloth, silk, fruits, hoes and utensils, as well as donkeys, horses, pigs and sheep, are all the objects of trade.

The voices of bargaining were noisy.

A donkey cart loaded with hay drove past Wang Junlin, as if afraid of missing a chance to make a fortune.

The endless long street is crowded with people, and it looks like a thriving world. It is worthy of being near the capital.

Wang Junlin looked calm, and rode a blood-maned horse slowly through the crowds of people in full swing.

The woman on the horseback is naturally Nie Xiaoyu. According to the consensus reached by Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu, Nie Xiaoyu's energy is hard-won, and if he can save it in the future, he will save it, so he will directly enter a dormant state along the way. , except for the normal operation of the eyes and brain, everything else stopped directly, and Wang Junlin directly took her away.

The reason why he didn't take a horse-drawn carriage and didn't bring a large number of personal guards was due to two aspects. One was the emperor's urgency. too slow. The second is that after Wang Junlin learned that Mao Mao had fallen into the hands of the Yaogong, he wanted to rescue Mao Mao, but according to what the insect said, the Yaogong was located in the southwestern Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and the distance was too far, so he wanted to go alone. The horses and horses hurried on the road, and immediately used themselves as bait to lure the various sects of immortals and hermits under the envoy of Spring and Autumn to make a move. It would be best to attract the Tengu to inquire and rescue Mao Mao from his hands.

At this time, Nie Xiaoyu didn't know whether he was alive or dead at first glance, and the people around couldn't help casting curious and amazed eyes, but when their eyes turned to the tall and fierce blood-maned horse and Wang Junlin with a cold expression At that time, they all kept silent.

People with a little experience or insight can immediately see that he is not easy to mess with.

An eight or nine-year-old child walked up to the blood-maned horse, raised his innocent face and shouted, "Guest officer! Would you like a bunch of candied haws? It's fresh and sweet. It's delicious."

A smile appeared on Wang Junlin's cold face. For some of the most beautiful things in the world, he was never stingy with his kindness. People's reputations are not at all relevant, but who in this world really understands Wang Junlin.

Wang Junlin was thinking about whether to buy a skewer to eat and take care of the child's business, but the blood-maned horse snorted, opened its mouth wide, and inserted the wooden tool in the child's hand at a dizzying speed. The ten sticks of candied haws and bamboo sticks were devoured.

The child was stunned for a moment, his heart shuddered at the sight of the blood-maned horse's blood-red eyes, and he backed away with a scream.

Wang Junlin moved his hand, bent down and stuffed a heavy piece of gold into the child's cuff, and said softly: "Hide it, don't let others see it, go home quickly!"

The child was stupefied, and secretly glanced at the yellow gold in his sleeve in disbelief. After a long while, he let out a roar of joy, turned his head and got into the crowd, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When Wang Junlin stood up and sat up straight, he smiled and stretched out his hand through the bamboo hat to pinch Nie Xiaoyu's face, which was motionless. His mood, which had been suppressed by worrying about Maomao these days, also improved a lot.

At this time, there was a burst of shouting and cursing from the crowd in the distance, and a team of policemen, led by a strong and poor leader, turned out and just met Wang Junlin who was riding slowly.

I almost saw Nie Xiaoyu on the horse's back, his eyes flashed, he stopped the horse's head, and shouted to Wang Junlin: "Stop, who is it on the horse?"

If you are a person in the Jianghu, under normal circumstances, you will always sell the government's three-point favor, but Wang Junlin is not. Imperial court officials, you go away!"

The poor man had a sneer on his face, and said: "Holding an unknown signboard, he said that he is an official of the imperial court. Have you ever seen an official of the imperial court who did not bring his own soldiers?" reasonable.

Wang Junlin's expression turned cold, and he didn't need to do anything else, the speed of the blood-maned horse increased slightly, and he rushed directly to that point.

All the guards shouted and cursed one after another, drew out their weapons, and the nearby people backed away as if a catastrophe was imminent, leaving a huge space.

The face turned cold, and he took three steps back, shouting: "Do you want to rebel?"

Wang Junlin stared at his retreating steps, his eyes flashed with lightning, he looked up to the sky and smiled and said: "With your skills in the stagnation period, how can you give in to such a mere mistake, tell me! Who are you?"

The poor man took the long iron rod handed over by another guard behind him, and shouted violently: "Go!"

All the weapons in the hands of more than a dozen fake guards flew out, and the targets were Wang Junlin sitting on the blood-maned horse.

At the same time, the long iron rod in the hand of the poor head sank and lifted, and with a strong force, it stabbed at the chest of Wang Junlin on the horse.

This attack is extremely powerful, it is obvious that the opponent has premeditated, he shoots people first and shoots horses as soon as he comes up, trying to defeat Wang Junlin's spirit.

Wang Junlin clamped the horse's belly, the blood-maned horse rushed forward, wiped the horse's belly with his hand, and his horse weapon - a lance of one foot and two feet had already entered his hand, and it transformed into a thousand spears.

All the swords and weapons shot at the "Bloodmane Horse" flew away one after another, and shot at the attackers in the opposite direction.

The one who almost saw Wang Jun Linzhang and the second horse lance fully guarded him and sat down to love riding.

A shadow flashes.

The situation in front of Chatou's eyes suddenly changed, Zhang Er Ma Leng suddenly shot out from Wang Junlin's left waist, and stabbed straight in the face.

Almost out of his wits, it was too late to figure out how Wang Junlin changed his tactics in the crisis, so he attached a long iron rod to the horse's lance, and strangled it desperately, hoping to stop the horse's castration a little bit, and at the same time, he pulled away and retreated sharply.

Amidst the miserable grunts of the guards around him, they staggered back, either with a knife thrusting backwards into their belly, or a sword flying backwards into their shoulders.

Clang!

Qitou flew back and retreated sharply, Shazam moved more than ten steps away.

Wang Junlin carried the two-foot-long horse on his shoulders, and sat solemnly on the tall blood-maned horse like a god, staring at the poor head who was retreating back for a moment.

Nearly take another ten steps back, Peng!

Falling backwards.

A little blood red between the eyebrows quickly expanded, blood gushed out like a spring, eyes widened, but there was no sign of life anymore, the hand that was holding the iron rod was released, and the iron rod rolled to the side, making a weak collision with the ground Voice.

"Yeah!"

When the people around saw that the murderer was still a servant, they couldn't help shouting, and they didn't even want their rich belongings. The signs at the pile were jumping and jumping, and the situation was extremely chaotic.

Wang Junlin rode his blood-maned horse and walked forward slowly. When he came to the place where the dead body was, the whole long street was full of messy and overturned fruits and vegetables, and there were only people lying behind bleeding and moaning. A group of servants and some scattered chickens, cattle, sheep and horses.