The rest has nothing to do with Xiang Yang. His main purpose is to help Wang Ying eliminate Heifengshan debt and complete the task of unspoken calligraphy. Now it has been successfully completed, and it is time to retire.

When he returned to Heifeng Mountain Village with Wang Ying, the sound of fighting had disappeared, replaced by crying and begging for mercy all over the mountain. The firelight soaring into the sky gradually faded, and black smoke rolled, floating in the sky in the night sky.

Xiang Yang walked on the road, watching the women and children tied up by county soldiers and escorted outside the village. Although he was still touched by some vaguely, he just sighed slightly and did not take any action.

Wang Ying next to him kept observing Xiang Yang. When he saw him, he just frowned slightly and then stopped moving. Although his eyes occasionally showed pity, he was more calm and nodded with satisfaction.

Some people think they are right and don’t listen to others’ words. Such people will sooner or later fall into trouble. Xiang Yang does this very well and changes quickly. This is a manifestation of strong adaptability. For a constable, adaptability is often more important than martial arts.

For example, if the God-Catcher Sect sends Xiang Yang to be an undercover agent of an evil sect and collects intelligence, the first step Xiang Yang needs to do is to adapt and integrate into that sect, so that he can initially ensure his safety and then think about completing the task.

Just like Wu Shou, who was sent to Heifeng Mountain Village, did this better. No matter who it is, including Chen Ning, a poison scholar with outstanding intelligence, he did not discover his true identity, and he could see how important it is to adapt to this point.

"Xiao Xiang, today you are very tired from the two leaders of the Heifeng Mountain Village. The copycat is very complicated and I'm afraid you will be busy until very late. You can go back and rest first."

Wang Ying's words were exactly what Xiang Yang meant. After all, in addition to a sum of extra money, he also had a mysterious iron order. If he accidentally lost it, wouldn't he lose it?

Also, after fighting for so long, except for two hard buns at noon, the rice had not been in. Just as he was about to go back and have a good meal to reward himself, Xiang Yang nodded quickly, after saying goodbye to Wang Ying, he walked quickly to the bottom of the mountain with his magical movements.

The mountain roads are rugged and difficult to walk, and the official roads are long. It is really a challenge for ordinary people to rush through the dark night.

However, Xiang Yang's light skills were extraordinary. With all his strength, he rushed to the county town without much time. The two city guards who were guarding the door were born and Shi Shiran walked into the city.

As soon as I entered the city, I saw Fu Dachun, wearing a brown brocade dressed in a pretty sexy dress, sitting on the stone steps not far from the city gate, looking at the people entering the city boredly. While Xiang Yang saw him, he also saw Xiang Yang.

"Brother Yang, you are finally back. How about it? Did the mission succeed? Have you seen the bearded man? Are the county soldiers and those bandits fighting so hard that they are flying in blood?"

Fu Dachun walked forward and asked Xiang Yang with a mouth stumbled. Xiang Yang was quite helpless, and patted his stomach, indicating that he was hungry.

Seeing this, Fu Dachun's agile eyes turned around. When he guessed Xiang Yang's intention, he nodded quickly, bent down and made an invitation. He led Xiang Yang to find a small restaurant nearby, ordered a few plates of side dishes and a pot of wine, and started drinking lightly.

This time, Fu Dachun did not follow him, and even he didn't go. There was no way. The Fu family had only one seedlings for several generations. If they were left on the mountain, I was afraid that the Fu family would be defeated. Wang Ying was not an unreasonable person. With so many soldiers in the county, it would be better for them to be a father and son.

However, young people have an unstable mind and always yearn for a stimulating life. They cannot experience it themselves, but they can understand the specific situation through Xiang Yang. Therefore, they have been waiting at the gate of the city to receive Xiang Yang as soon as possible so as to satisfy their strong curiosity.

The age of the 14th Five-Year Plan is exactly the age of stubbornness. If Xiang Yang doesn't come back overnight tonight, Fu Dachun will probably be able to wait until dawn.

At the dining table, Xiang Yang looked at the other diners who were still a distance away from their table, nodded, took a sip of wine, and then picked up a cold dish. After chewing it carefully, he told his actions today.

Not to mention, Xiang Yang wrote novels before time traveling, and his ability to tell stories is not weak, with ups and downs, and climaxes one after another. He then artistically processed the real events, which made Fu Dachun stunned.

Take Xiang Yang's fight against the poison scholar for example. In Xiang Yang's mouth, the poison scholar became an evil demon who cultivated Gu and practiced poison skills. A golden silkworm Gu killed people and ate the brain marrow. Combined with the secret sound of the hand seal, the Gu was silent and silent. This was an extremely powerful character.

However, Xiang Yang was even more skilled. He was full of the Great Sun Tathagata mantra and shocked the earth. As soon as the Buddha fire came out, it burned all over the world and wilderness, directly burning the poison scholar to the death. In summary, Xiang Yang KO the poison scholar.

Facing Fu Dachun's suspicious gaze, Xiang Yang's face was not red, his heart was not beating. He held the chopsticks and his right hand was steady, and he grabbed the green vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth, continuing to squash.

If Xiang Yang and the Poison Scholar were sweeping without suspense in the previous battle, then the battle between the bearded man and Xiang Yang was full of climaxes and thrilling suspense.

According to Fu Dachun's understanding, the bearded man is no longer a bandit leader, but a demon king who has the martial arts of the Great Milletin of the World. He can be called a god blocking the god of killing the Buddha blocking the Buddha.

Xiang Yang became a savior like a savior. He was frosty in white, carrying a long sword, and came on the moon. His sword was full of swordsmanship, and his sword was frozen in time and space, with a supreme style.

The two of them fought for three days and three nights, and ghosts cried and howled, and blood rained from the sky, and finally ended with Xiang Yang's victory.

Xiang Yang was talking about saliva flying, his eyebrows and eyes flying, and he was completely immersed in it. Fu Dachun next to him was stunned and could hardly believe that Xiang Yang's mouth (harmonious) lives so powerful, turning black and white, turning death into life, and rebelling against yin and yang.

"Wait, Brother Xiaoyang, it's okay if you've been upset before. Will Baiyi Shengxue change her clothes first? What kind of swordsmanship is earth-shaking? You are good at practicing swords. Finally, Is it okay to have some time concept? You go up the mountain today and down the mountain tonight, in total, there will be less than one day. Where will you fight for three days and three nights?"

Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes and said righteously, "Art processing, art processing, don't be too serious. You just need to know that I fight two and kill two people, which is enough."

Fu Dachun smiled and said in his heart, "You are not called artistic processing, but a random fabrication." Why don't you go to heaven for such awesomeness?"

"Brother Xiaoyang, today I understand your power, your thinking is wild and your creativity is amazing. If you don't become a constable, a storyteller, or write two travel novels, you may also make a fortune."

Xiang Yang nodded with a melodious look, but he really had some ideas. By the way, what he was most powerful was not writing about martial arts, but about Danmei, that is, BL. I don’t know what the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty were and whether he could accept such advanced ideas.

After a long time, I sighed and shook my head slightly. I don’t have time. Bye bye, I won’t mention that I will be on duty in the future. Just talking about martial arts is enough for me to work.

I won’t talk about what I already know, and I must practice diligently. There are twelve ways of getting the twelve ways of flying sand and stone, and the golden top and cotton palm. Maybe there are more in the future. I think about it.

"Sometimes, too much martial arts is also a trouble."
Chapter completed!