There were seven vehicles in the convoy, all of which fell over at this moment. The horses were led away by the horse thieves amid the shouts of various sizes. These were the most precious things to them, more important than silver. Since they were called horse thieves, they naturally had to have horses, otherwise they would have no status. How could running on the ground be as impressive as riding a horse?

Every horse thief wants a fast horse, either to get ahead and steal the treasure, or to turn around and run away, which is very convenient. It is strange that as a horse thief, he wants to wear a tight suit, hold a sword and wear a hat, and make the robbery look more chivalrous. It is like a gentleman on the beam who wants to get into the hall with his ability to steal chickens and dogs. To put it bluntly, it is just daydreaming!

There are more than a hundred horse bandits. This area of ​​fifty miles is under their jurisdiction. They want to rob anyone, except for practitioners with strong fists. If you have money, leave a hundred or so taels of silver, and they will let you go. If you don't have money, then sorry, women will be taken back to give birth, and men will be taken back to do hard labor and carry manure.

At this time, the team was mediocre. Although they had money, they could not collect more than 100 taels, so they were searched by the bandits. They were looking for young and beautiful girls who would become their common brides tonight.

The seven carriages were surrounded so tightly that the thieves ceremoniously pulled out the person in the first carriage and left the others behind.

The first to come out was a middle-aged official with white hair. He still had a straight face, as if he would rather die than surrender, or as if he had a trump card. An old woman was dragged out with him, his wife. They were wearing long clothes with animal skin patterns, but they were overshadowed by the rare elegance of Gou Longbang. They were obviously civil servants.

Ignoring the old official's violent struggle, a young man pulled off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the cockscomb-haired man in the lead. The latter sat on his horse, looking extremely noble, but grinning through his teeth holding leeks, he said:

"Oh, you're a county magistrate?"

The old official snorted and ordered the man with the cockscomb haircut to dismount. He tied the jade pendant around his waist, bowed and nodded, and said in a funny and respectful manner:

"Sir, I am blind and do not know the real master. Please let me go!"

"If you know how to repent, get out of here!"

The old official shouted, causing the cockscomb-haired man to laugh wildly. Hundreds of people around him burst into laughter, making the old official blush with anger.

"What's so funny?"

The old official got angry. He was an official in the imperial court. How could he be stopped by a bandit? The cockscomb-haired man slapped him in the face, which stunned him.

"Go to hell? Damn, I really give you face!"

The palm was so powerful that the old man spat out two teeth. The old woman beside him panicked and shouted:

"Sir, if you don't take action now, it will be too late!"

Just as he finished speaking, the roof of the second carriage was broken, and a cultivator flew out, holding a long sword, and stabbed at the man with cockscomb hair. This young man had a handsome face, but his clothes were a little messy. Previously, he was playing with the county magistrate's daughter in the carriage, and he didn't expect the carriage to overturn like this, and he was almost scared to death.

It's really infuriating. If a county magistrate took out a hundred or so silver coins, wouldn't that be enough to avert the disaster? But he just refused to do so. What a stubborn old man. But what he cares about is not the silver, but his integrity. From now on, this place is under his jurisdiction. If he surrenders now, what will happen in the future?

Seeing that the old man's daughter was young and beautiful and still serving him, the young master reluctantly took action and killed the man. But the next moment, the young master was dumbfounded.

"How is that possible?"

The young master cried out in surprise. His sword was already at the throat of the cockscomb-haired man, but he couldn't penetrate it. This was too ridiculous. His sword was strong enough to split rocks and penetrate mountains!

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're just like me, a young nobleman!"

The word "just" was used in a rather frightening way, but the cockscomb-haired man was not pretending to be deep. On this grassland, the young and old Zunjing were not considered strong, and could only barely protect themselves. How could such an existence, with no one to help him, dare to show off in front of a hundred people?

"Let me show you how powerful I am!"

The cockscomb-haired man blushed, and with a wave of his arm, he sent the young master flying backwards, smashing the carriage that had flown out earlier. A piece of stone appeared in the cockscomb-haired man's throat, where the sword had pierced him, but it was just a small scratch, harmless. But the young man who was sent flying backwards was different. He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, looking a little embarrassed.

"Sir, why can't you defeat him?"

The old woman who helped the old man up walked to the second carriage. When several servants lifted the wooden board, the young lady below was just casually wrapped in clothes. She showed a very deep cleavage and her face was flushed. Seeing so many people at this time, she was so shocked that she even clamped her legs together and lost her mind. She thought these horse thieves would be dealt with quickly, so she immersed herself in the happy time just now in the carriage, and her hands were still wet, but she didn't expect...

"Yun'er, you..."

When the old man saw his delicate daughter's snow-white thighs and shoulders exposed, he was so angry that he vomited blood again. He immediately snatched the sword from the young man's hand, wanting to cut him into pieces.

"You boasted about your kung fu to the sky, so I hired you to protect my family. I didn't expect that you are not good at martial arts, and you lied to my daughter. How could you be so cruel? How could you be such a beast?"

Although he was old, the old man was still a member of the Goulongbang clan. His hands were trembling slightly, and a murderous look appeared on his face. He slashed wildly. The young man was a cultivator, and his steps were very fast. He kept dodging the sword in the old man's hand. But he looked at the old man's hideous face and kept dodging on the ground, not daring to fight back.

"I didn't expect our county magistrate to still rely on this skinny monkey to save him. He is only good at martial arts."

After the man with the rooster comb hair said this, the man next to him added.

"It seems that he is not good at fighting, and at most he is good at talking. Otherwise, why would this little girl play with herself?"

"Hey, little girl, my boss is good at martial arts, how about you try it?"

Amidst the laughter, the cockscomb-haired man gradually stepped forward. He grabbed the sword in the old man's hand and said with a smile:

"I'll help you!"

The young master turned and ran, but was surrounded by hundreds of people, and immediately panicked. Such a young cultivator, at most, has good talent, but in terms of combat power, how can he compare with the horse thieves? Therefore, with just a few swords, the young master in white became a grassland ghost in red.

Yun'er was so ashamed that she dared not open her eyes, but she felt blood flowing on her body. The warm blood flowed across her delicate skin and even onto her face. Her body was trembling, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the young man whose eyelids were still moving, but it was just a head.

Yun'er was frightened and started crying, but the man with the cockscomb haircut bent down, looked at her body and licked his tongue.

"Little girl, you have grown up well. Why don't you come back to the village with me?"

The old man yelled "No", and told Yun'er "No". But she was tearful, unable to wash the blood off her face, and could not refuse. She still let the cockscomb-haired man take off her loose dress, untied her belt, took off her pants, and held her very thin waist with both hands, invading her body. She was crying and shouting hoarsely, but apart from these instincts, she could do nothing else.

"Just stay still!"

Several horse thieves who were shouting and yelling pressed the old man to the ground. He wanted to go over and kill the leader of the horse thieves. But only his wife was killed, she fell in a pool of blood. No one wanted a woman of this age and this beauty. His servants were all put in sacks, and several old guys were killed. The screams sounded like ghosts crying.

The young maid was dragged into the crowd and pressed on the grassland to be ravaged. The old man raised his head desperately, and his voice became hoarse because his vocal cords were compressed.

"You beast, you shall not die well! She is still young, my Yun'er!"

The bandits who held the old man down could not resist the violence and ran into the crowd to blaspheme the maid who was being tortured to death. The old man's bones were broken, his hair was loose, and he looked like a fool on the street, but he raised his sword and stabbed the bandit leader, but he was twisted away.

The old man fell to the ground. Seeing Yun'er, who looked dazed and sweating, the whole world collapsed, leaving no trace of land. When Yun'er saw her father, she wanted to pierce her chest with a sword. But her hands were grabbed by the horse thieves and she couldn't get rid of them. She had no strength left in her body. She silently endured the despair of life and thought about how to end it.

There was a commotion to the east of the bandits. The man with the cockscomb saw it, took a look, and sped up his actions. A young man came over there, holding a broadsword, and quickly killed ten people. The man with the cockscomb no longer had the mood to continue the joy, wiped the sweat off his face, and pulled up his pants.

Yun'er was thrown to the ground, watching the cockscomb-haired man pick up his knife and call his brothers. Hundreds of people headed east, but no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with her.

Yun'er's face was ashen, she covered her sensitive parts with her hands, and her eyes lazily searched for clothes to cover her body. Even a piece of cloth would be fine, as long as she wasn't naked. When the crowd in the east rushed together and screamed, a dry hand held a piece of clothing and covered her body.

Turning her soft body, Yun'er was lying on the ground. She saw her father, and then a blood-stained sword fell.

The blade was covered with dust, causing blood to come out of Yun'er's mouth. She was crying, but she also wanted to laugh, but before she could even raise her lips, she passed away. Her eyes gradually closed in confusion. She had only done one wrong thing since she was a child, which was to be tricked by the young man in white into taking off her clothes.

From the moment she untied her belt, all the poetry and martial arts she had read and practiced turned into mud. She was so stupid, so stupid that she believed a man's words, as stupid as a pig.

After Yun'er, the old official's roar was sad and dry. In the end, the old official could not make a sound. He faced his wife, knelt beside his daughter, and slowly raised his sword. This damn county magistrate, this damn Gou Longbang, and this damn horse thief, are all unforgivable!

The sword blade was pulled violently by the arm, forming a huge arc across the throat.