Smoke and dust rolled and flags flew.

The men were like tigers, swallowing thousands of miles, and the horses were like dragons, moving through the clouds and rolling up the fog. Hundreds of cavalrymen came roaring, their heavy hooves shaking the ground, and the onlookers were so scared that they rolled and crawled away into the dense forests on both sides of the official road.

Even though these people fled fast, dozens of knights in the front waved their long whips and beat them randomly, but there were still a dozen unlucky guys who were severely whipped on the back by the long whips, and they rolled on the ground wailing in pain.

A provincial soldier centurion holding a long spear took three steps forward and pointed the spear at the charging knights.

In the smoke and dust, the long spears gleamed brightly. The centurion shouted sternly, "Stop, you are so bold! How dare you charge into the commander's camp?"

Suddenly, there were exclamations from all around, and it was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, but a heavy cavalryman ran into them head-on. The knight on the horse let out a strange cry, and a big hand covered with thick palm armor swung out and slapped the sharp head of the long spear heavily.

With a loud bang, the spear head made of hundred-forged fine steel was twisted 90 degrees by a palm strike. The centurion felt great pain in both hands, and the spear flew away. The centurion, wearing cowhide armor, cried out in pain, was knocked away by the heavy cavalry, and plunged into the state soldiers behind him.

The centurion who was knocked away spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. The state soldiers around him shouted angrily and raised their weapons to point at the large group of knights who were rushing towards them.

"Whoa, whoa!"

When they were still more than ten feet away from the provincial troop brigade, the cavalry reined in their mounts.

A coin bag made of white satin flew out from the cavalry and landed heavily in front of the centurion who was knocked away. The coin bag was not tied tightly, and more than a dozen finely minted gold coins and more than a hundred white silver coins spilled out of the coin bag, jingling on the ground.

"My lord, I'm sorry, my horse got scared and I couldn't control it!" The knight who had just made the move raised his butt slightly on his horse, nodded to the excited soldiers, pointed to the money bag on the ground, and said calmly, "It's a little money for medicine. My lord, go back and find a good doctor. Don't let the disease develop a root cause. If you die young, it will be my fault."

The centurion who was knocked away was so angry that his face turned red, and his comrades around him were so angry that they were shaking all over.

If your mount hits someone, can you say you failed to control the mount?

But with that palm strike just now, the spear head made of fine steel that was as thick as a goose egg was bent by your palm, and the centurion's knuckles were shattered to pieces, and blood was all over his body. Do you dare to say that it was not intentional?

"Good, good, good!" The centurion sneered and gritted his teeth. He looked at the big flag flying behind the cavalrymen, the flagpole made of pure silver, the big flag made of the finest brocade, and the huge word "Chu" embroidered with pure gold thread on the flag. The centurion was full of anger but did not dare to say a single word.

The flag with the word "Chu" in gold on a red background is held on a pure silver flagpole. The mounts are not ordinary horses, but the "python-ox beasts" born from the union of a wild buffalo in the mountains and a dragon. They are wearing heavy iron pagoda armor and are so arrogant and domineering. These guys are the private army of the "Chu family"!

The Chu family of Yizhou controls half of the state. The Chu family's private army is wealthy and powerful. Both in terms of equipment and the quality of the soldiers, it is more than ten times stronger than the Yizhou state troops.

Sima Zhuifeng had already seen the commotion here, and seeing his officers being knocked away so brazenly, he got so angry that his face suddenly turned blue.

When the knight who hit the centurion threw away the purse and ordered the injured centurion to go back and find a doctor in a tone of beggar beating, Sima Zhuifeng's face had returned to its original calm, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

"Yes, Young Master Chu, are you here in person?" Sima Zhuifeng rode up to them with a smile on his face.

The cavalry group split up and with the sound of a jade chime, a chariot pulled by twelve dragon horses with light golden fur and carved from a large piece of topaz appeared.

This chariot was about fifty meters long and more than thirty meters wide, and it occupied half of the official road.

The gauze curtains around the carriage were lifted, revealing the interior.

On the snow-white carpet, Chu Jie, wearing a white fur coat and a jade belt around his waist, sat on the ground, playing with a dull-edged ancient copper sword. A dozen girls in white long skirts, with their hair loose and flower crowns made of flowers on their heads, knelt quietly behind him, looking at him with affectionate eyes.

Each of these girls is born gentle and beautiful, with natural beauty and as delicate as flowers.

Only martial arts masters with high enough cultivation and rich enough experience can discover that these pretty girls have deep eyes, tall and straight figures like bamboos, and their gentle aura like water reveals an unusually sharp spirit.

They are all good at kendo!

In the crowd, the purple-robed young man glanced at Chu Jie with interest: "Interesting! However, I always feel that something is missing. He is a playboy, but not a real man!"

When the purple-robed young man said the words "quite interesting", Aunt Feng's gaze behind him suddenly fixed.

When he said "what's missing", Aunt Feng's lips curled up and she smiled, just like a blooming peony. Some of the bystanders who were watching accidentally saw Aunt Feng's smile, and they felt a surge of heat rushing from their lower abdomen to their foreheads, and fainted on the spot.

"Damn! These people are so rude!" Aunt Feng's eyes twitched. She was a little annoyed, but she glanced at the fainted idlers with a sense of pride.

"Dong", Chu Jie casually threw the ancient sword in his hand on the long table beside him. He stood up slowly, walked out of the carriage slowly, stood on the carriage frame and nodded indifferently to Sima Zhuifeng.

"Oh, did the Sima governor leave the city in person? I heard that many people died here. Could it be that there are people that the Sima governor knows?"

Sima Zhuifeng was furious. He looked at Chu Jie deeply, but the smile on his face became more and more intense. "Young Master Chu, this is meaningless. With the power of your Chu family in Qizhou, what happened here, don't you know?"

Chu Jie nodded, smiled arrogantly, and said as a matter of course: "Of course, how could I not know what happened here? The state soldiers died, the Ling family died, and the guards and personal retainers of more than a dozen wealthy families in the city of Qizhou also lost two or three hundred people here."

Chu Jie snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and sneered, "These trash are dead, I don't care. I just want to know, who was the one who killed Gong Bailu, the Chu family's worshiper?"

Sima Zhuifeng was shocked and moved, and there was suddenly a lot of inexplicable things in the smiling face.

The idle people who were watching from all sides sneaked away one after another, some were rushing to inform the authorities, while others wisely withdrew.

The Chu family's worshippers were all top-notch experts in Qizhou, and they were all top-notch figures. Gong Bailu was also a famous figure among the many worshippers of the Chu family. Even he died here last night. This matter was going to be a big deal.

Don't stay in a place of right and wrong for long!