Grandpa is such a bunny

The front of the dungeon is even more dangerous than the burning Yamen.

Du Yun stood at the head of the arresters wearing a tunic, and said righteously, "I wish you, Lord Hou, it's wrong for you to do this!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped in the chest by the servant next to Master Zhu, rolled on the ground twice, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"My lord!" The policeman behind him shouted urgently.

"This old man is eager to save his son, what's wrong?" Zhu Lao Hou raised his head slightly, pale blue veins flowed on his neck, and every time he said a word, he twitched violently.

Du Yun barely got up from the ground, patted his clothes covered with mud, wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and continued without fear of death, "It's right to save your son, but some children are like this, why don't you?"

Zhu Laohou sneered, the wrinkles on his face deepened a bit, the muddy pool water in his eyes blew a foul wind, as if he wanted to swallow everyone in front of him, "Master Du can speak kindly, it is really extraordinary, this mouth It’s really powerful, so powerful that people want to sew it up.”

Du Yun thought of Zhu Hong's habit of taking pleasure in abuse, and thought that this father should not be much different. He trembled and swallowed, "Generally, people who want to sew their mouths must have done it." It's a shameful thing, even if you can sew me up, can you sew others up?"

Master Zhu's complexion suddenly darkened, with a ferocious expression, he suddenly raised his palm high and slapped Du Yun viciously.

Du Yun closed his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't flinch at all. Instead, he raised his head, expressing that he would rather bend than bend, and not be afraid of being hit.

A gust of palm wind slapped his cheeks, and Du Yun could almost feel the heat in Lord Zhu's hand. The next moment, something resolutely slammed into the palm of Old Lord Zhu, making a sound of slapping on the flesh, He missed the palm of Lord Zhu's hand.

Du Yun smelled the fragrance of carrots, and hid behind the visitor with hands and feet screaming.

Old Master Zhu was in pain from the beating. He covered his palms and looked down, and saw that half of the ashes-smeared carrot head stopped rolling.

Tubo walked over swayingly, gouged out Mrs. Du who was hiding behind him with his head stuck like an ostrich, and when he saw the blood stains on his lapel, his eyes froze, and he said ruthlessly, "Look at your mouth." You bastard, if you don't say a word, you will die."

As soon as Du Yun saw Tubo, he was scared and yelled, "Old Tu beat me, he beat me!"

Master Zhu clenched his fists, took a step back with a sneer, and raised his hand. Dozens of servants behind him came up together, and drew out their sharp swords with a 'shua' sound.

"Master Zhu, do you know what happens to the robbers!" Du Yun shouted with his head popping up from behind Tubo.

Lord Hou Zhu raised his hand, and in the dim sky behind him flew out twenty or thirty people in various Jianghu costumes and holding Xuanbing Lengjia, "Don't worry, you were assassinated by a group of Jianghu assassins without identity. But this Marquis came here to righteously exterminate relatives, but he did not expect to see this tragic situation."

Hearing this, Du Yun was stunned and realized, "Shameless, too shameless, Tubo, hurry up!"

Tu Bai threw back the wooden box in his arms, pulled out Sun Xiao's knife, weighed it twice, said in a low voice, "I can't beat it", and rushed out.

Du Yun didn't know those quack killers, but Tubo, who was in the same company, knew clearly that these people were not gangsters, but a well-known killer organization that really hit the streets. He could handle one or two, but the group It's not okay to let anyone do the beating, but if you can't do it, you can't do it, and whether you beat it or not is another matter.

Tubo stood in front of everyone, and the special silver-backed machete of the policeman cast a cold color under the moonlight. The cold light shone on Tubo's sharp-edged face, leaving a very faint sneer on the corner of his lips, dark blue The official robes in the dark night only add three points to the chill.

In a blink of an eye, he was fighting with twenty or thirty killers, and the shadows of swords and swords were thrilling under the moonlight.

Tubo held a machete, and stood guard in front of the dungeon, with a posture of one man guarding the gate, so that Wan Fu could not get out.Just as he was entangled by several people, the slaves behind Master Zhu also showed their weapons to everyone.

Seeing that Tubo couldn't get away, Du Yun straightened his back and opened his hands to protect his back, "Who dares! Even if I die, I won't let you step into the dungeon!"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a silver knife in his eyes slashed at his head, bringing a smell that could not be washed off by the blade and fell on his head.

Du Yun was as timid as a mouse when he was backed by someone, but he seemed to be fearless when no one was backing him. He stood in front of everyone like a giant, without shaking even a single step.

Sun Xiao watched the big knife fall on his head, and screamed, "My lord!"

Du Yun trembled violently, closed his eyes tightly with the mentality of mortal death, and silently recited in his heart "reincarnate in the next life to be rich", but the blade on his head hit something and made a "buzz" sound Clanking, a puff of sandalwood rushed over.

"Stop." A light cold drink sounded along with the clear and colliding beads.

Du Yun opened his eyes and saw Zen Master Shanyue's side face like a breeze and a bright moon.

The servant of Zhu's family stared wide-eyed, raised his knife and slashed again, but was bounced away by Qian Fan's sleeve for more than half a foot.

The movement over there attracted the attention of this side, and several killers swooped in to kill Qian Fan.

Du Yun called out in a low voice, "Zen Master be careful!"

With his back to them, Tubo's heart tightened. In a panic, he saw the servants of the Zhu family and the killer rushing towards the rear. He quickly shouted, "Don't come out, be careful of getting hurt." His sword energy cut the killer in front of him, and turned around Just run back.

Qian Fan looked at the blade that was catching up behind Tubo, and slapped the three of them with palms, forcing the killer and the house slave to stagger back a few steps, and gently helped Tubo with his other hand when he was running towards him He turned his feet, and the green robe flew away, protecting Tubai behind him in a blink of an eye, and raised his other hand to block the scimitar that almost fell on his shoulder.

Then he said softly, "The donor must be careful."

The red sandalwood Buddha beads collided with the handle of the knife, and there was a "clang" sound of gold and stone. Qianfan exerted force on his wrist, and his movements were as light as a shock. Flying three feet away, the scimitar plunged obliquely with a buzzing sound | in front of the stone lion guarding the dungeon, heavily splashing dust.

The fighting in front of the dungeon fell silent.

Tubo's grinning voice floated out, "Oh, not bad."

Qian Fan let him go, pursing her lips shyly.

Behind him stood Tu Bai, and behind Tu Bai were Du Yun, Yun Niang and a dozen or so policemen in the yamen.They obviously didn't expect Zen Master Shanyue to stand up.

I wish the old Hou Ye saw the person in front of me clearly, gritted his teeth and smiled, "Shanyue, monks are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the mundane world, you'd better get out of the way!"

Qian Fan stood tall and tall, with one hand behind his back, and he spoke plainly to everyone, "What if the poor monk won't let me?"

Master Zhu clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his neck were completely stretched out, "Then I will kill you together!"

Qian Fan's eyebrows are picturesque, and he looks like a Buddha in a green robe. Hearing the words, he said quietly, "Just try."

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Zhu Laohou was so anxious and furious that he waved his sleeves and gave orders to the killer.

Unexpectedly, no one moved.

Zhu Laohou was furious and shouted, "What are you in a daze for? Are you dead? Let me kill this monk first!"

All kinds of murderers beside him were unmoved, and none of them looked at him. He took a step forward, took off his mask, retracted his weapon into its scabbard, and cupped his hands, "Are you Chan Master Shanyue?"

Qian Fan clasped his palms together and recited a Buddhist saying.

The man took out a jade from his pocket and asked, "Do you recognize this?"

Qian Fan hummed.

Du Yun behind him tugged at Tubo, "What's going on?"

Tubo frowned and looked at the suave eyebrows of the man, and said in a low voice, "The token of Yuyu Pavilion." After a pause, "The number one killer organization in Jianghu."

The man nodded, took back the token, and said to Qian Fan, "I've offended you so much, I'll leave now."

Lord Zhu Hou said angrily, "How dare you! If you dare to leave, this Hou will definitely make Xianyu Pavilion no longer able to do business!"

The man pursed his lips and sneered, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I will offer you the 10 taels of liquidated damages."

Master Zhu was shocked, watching the hired killers disappear one after another into the dim dawn.

Tubo crossed his chest and looked at Qianfan thoughtfully.

Qian Fan had no intention of turning around to meet his scrutinizing gaze, and whispered, "The poor monk once saved Xie Yuxian."

Xie Yuxian is the owner of Xianyu Pavilion, and he couldn't let go of his title of assassin in Xianyu Pavilion, so he had to make a promise in front of Qian Fan that he would never see blood in front of his eyes.

Listening to his explanation, Tubo smiled brightly, blinked, and said, "Yes."

Qian Fan tilted his head, "Huh?"

Tubo pointed to the Jade Blood Buddha Bead in his hand, "It's amazing."

Qian Fan's handsome eyes stared blankly at Tubo, and his handsome face slowly turned red under his mouthful of "powerful". Master Tu praised people so unobtrusively that he wished to praise him as a genius on the spot .

Qian Fan's gaze moved away from the other party's intense gaze, and after a while, he quietly moved over again, seeing that Tubo was still looking at him, Fengshen's handsome face immediately turned redder.

"Picture benefactor...Must praise..."

Tubo wanted to say something else, Qianfan leaned back abruptly, clamped the cutting blade with his fingers, his body was as flexible as a blue fish, his robes danced, and there was only a crisp "clang" between the lightning and the flint. With a bang, it was he who broke off a fine steel blade with his bare hands.

Qian Fan threw down his broken knife, turned around, clasped his hands wrapped around the red sandalwood Buddha beads, his face sank like water, and said solemnly, "Master Hou, don't allow demons to run rampant."

Without the killer sitting in town, Master Zhu's breath gradually became unstable. Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, he widened his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face were like the ravines of hell. In a rage, he crawled all over his face like black bugs, making him feel sick. Frightened and disgusted, Master Zhu picked up the long knife on the ground, shouted at the servants, and rushed towards Qianfan and the others.

The morning rooster announced the dawn, and in the distance, the guards of the ten knights of the royal city trampled through the morning fog and reined in before the prison. The leader got off his horse, took out the emperor's token and said loudly, "Zhu Liao fled the city privately against my will and pampered his son." Don't care about human life, now strip off the name of Marquis Zhu Liao, after Zhu Hong beheaded to show the public, he will be forced back to the king's city, thrown into the prison, hereby."

The voice of the Wangcheng guards echoed behind the night wind, Zhu Laohou suddenly turned around, trembling all over, the long knife was knocked down, he fell on the ground, raised his arms to the sky, and shouted, "Heaven! Eyeless." He stared at Qian Fan and the others with shattered eyes, his cloudy eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and cried out, "I'll let you all die! Give me my son's life back!"

Tubo swayed out from behind Qian Fan with his arms crossed, lowered his head and said, "Old Hou Ye, are you crying for the loss of your son, or are you crying for your Zhu family's bloodline?"

Old Hou Ye was taken aback, and suddenly looked at Yun Niang, who was holding the baby behind everyone, and rushed over with all his teeth and claws, "Give me the child, give me the child."

He still didn't rush over, and was held down and tied up by the guards from Wangcheng.

The sky is bright, and the day has finally come.

The noon sun was dazzling, and there was a sea of ​​people beside the beheading stage.

Zhu Hong was pressed onto the beheading stage, his face was full of joy, he struggled and squirmed desperately, and shouted excitedly at the people in the audience, "I'm going to peel you and feed you dogs, you dare to touch me, haha, dad! Dad save me!" , Dad, you are finally here!"

Zhu Laohou was sitting not far from the beheading stage, without even looking at the stage, his eyes were absent-mindedly staring at Yunniang who was behind the high stage, and kept murmuring, "Children...children... "

Du Yun threw out the beheading stick and said loudly, "Behead—"

The burly man on the beheading platform squirted a sip of wine at the guillotine.

Zhu Hong, "Don't touch me, my father is here, please save me, my father will feed you to the dogs, he will—"

Gollum.

A bloody head fell off, the eyes on the head were full of disbelief, and the mouth was still opening and closing.

Tubo closed his eyes, turned around, and saw Yunniang bursting into tears, and the baby in her arms burst into tears, but soon, it was drowned out by the cheers from the beheading stage.

Tubo looked at the direction that the head was looking at - there, the old master Zhu longed for the crying baby, the expression on his face was very similar to the expression of anticipation frozen on the head.

"Amitabha."

Tubo raised his eyes and saw that under the bright sunlight, the man lowered his brows and closed his eyes, his face seemed sad or happy.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to cover Qianfan's eyes.

"Don't look."