The first time I heard about the Nine Sons of Qingyun was from a report sent from the stronghold in Yanyu City.
Looking at the detailed report, Fang Zhiyi was a little stunned. The beautiful girl, the brave young man, the whole report was even overflowing with youthful passion.
"The old woman had already given away grain twice, and this time she came to ask for more. The manager refused to give her any, so the group beat up the employee and forced the rice to be distributed to the people, causing considerable losses."
The death-chasing ghost asked Fang Zhiyi to teach them a lesson, but Fang Zhiyi shook his head. There were more important things to do now, and these little guys... seemed to be quite arrogant, thinking that they could change the world with the justice in their hearts and their passion.
Such people should live.
However, the actions of the Nine Sons of Qingyun did cause Fang Zhiyi a lot of trouble, and their repeated obstructions finally made Fang Zhiyi want to kill them.
But before he could come up with a countermeasure, news of the death of the Death Ghost arrived. He was killed by the Nine Sons of Qingyun, all the spiritual power in his body was drained, and his body was hung on a tree for public display. They also took out his entire spine and made it into a magic weapon.
Fang Zhiyi ordered an investigation into their whereabouts, but he received news from Prince Xuan that there were unusual movements in the court. He had to temporarily put aside the idea of revenge for his men and focus on his business first.
Bad news came one after another. The cloth shop run by the Poison Embroidery Lady was attacked, and her entire face was destroyed by the poisonous girl. Her whole body was festering and she died. Her screams lasted for three days and three nights.
Fang Zhiyi sent out the Drunken Swordsman, who couldn't bear to attack these young girls, but they had no scruples and each of their moves was fatal. Upon hearing the news of the Drunken Swordsman's death, Fang Zhiyi sighed heavily.
His eyes swept over another newspaper, which was about the massacre of Luanshi Village. The people living in this village were the elderly and children of the soldiers who died in the frontier. Wanbao Pavilion also often provided assistance, but recently there were some accidents everywhere, so they didn't take care of it. The villagers of Luanshi Village then came up with the idea of robbing. They didn't intend to kill people, they just wanted to find something to eat. Who knew that they encountered a caravan on their first robbery. The caravan didn't take these villagers seriously and even beat up a child. The villagers suddenly rose up, broke up the caravan and robbed the food.
The horses, carriages, and gold and silver remained untouched.
They had caused a big disaster. The leader of the caravan was the prime minister's distant nephew. Fang Zhiyi wanted to move them away, but he was still a step too late.
After receiving the request for help, the nine sons of Qingyun massacred the entire bandit village, leaving no one alive.
Prince Xuan sent another message, and Fang Zhiyi stared at the pile of papers in front of him in a daze.
I originally thought that those young girls were just grassroots people making their way in the world, but I didn't expect that each of them had such a prominent background.
The eldest son of a noble family, the granddaughter of a first-rank official, the younger generation of a sect elder...a good grassroots counterattack suddenly turned into an experience of the world of martial arts with hidden bloodline.
"Emperor Tianyan has received a report that the truth has been revealed. This is the last time I will communicate with you. Take care."
Prince Xuan's handwriting was still vigorous and powerful. Fang Zhiyi turned over the letter and found a simple map on the back. He could escape from Xuanzhou by following the route on the map.
Fang Zhiyi did not leave. He dismissed his subordinates, but many of them had great hatreds against the imperial court. They were unwilling to leave, so they became the first line of defense against the Nine Sons of Qingyun.
When the nine guys rushed to him, Fang Zhiyi took a sip of wine and looked at the nine young men in front of him with eyes full of justice, and couldn't help laughing.
They shouted that Fang Zhiyi was causing trouble for the country and was plotting rebellion, so they launched an attack.
I admit to treason and rebellion, and bring disaster to the world? Is that true?
With his level of cultivation, he could kill several of them at the risk of his life, but he was stunned when he saw the young men cooperating and protecting each other.
"What's the point of killing a few people?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly withdrew his hand and let the long sword pierce his heart. "In this world, the lives of a few people cannot be changed..."
The boys were immersed in the joy of victory and no one listened to what he said.
It was only when Fang Zhiyi fell to the ground that he remembered that one of his subordinates had said that if he also died in the battle, they would ignite the explosives and blow up this place, dying together with them.
Well, let's see what happens to them...
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