Jianming Chaos

Zhiming didn't fully pay attention to Uncle Shangzaki's advice.Although he knew that there were dangers ahead, but in order to track down Cai Yan's whereabouts, he had to go straight in, no matter whether it was an abyss or a dragon's lake or a tiger's lair.

The flow of people in Chiweijing is relatively dense, perhaps because of the small area of ​​the territory, it seems that people are relatively crowded, and the average shelter that each household can have is not large.Looking at it from here alone, Zhiming still can't feel the atmosphere of a war-torn country. Maybe, like the big man, no matter how chaotic a place is, there is still a trace of peace.

Hearing the hawking and yelling on the street, Zhiming recalled the first time he entered Xiangyang. Although it was only a year ago, he felt that it had been a long time.He misses the time when he first joined the army and studied martial arts with Guan Yu and Zhao Yun, and he misses the days when he grew up in the army, when Liu Biao was still alive, and Liu Bei’s army could still maintain a certain status in Jingzhou; now things are people No, it is difficult for Liu Beijun to find a place to live in Jingzhou and even Han soil.He vowed that after returning, he must find a way to develop his own army and help Liu Bei establish his own regime.

Although the business atmosphere here is not bad, Zhiming can vaguely feel that there is a lot of bitterness and tears behind it.The common people live in poverty, and if they don't work harder, they can't even pay their taxes.From the expressions on the faces of those vendors, he saw the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the ups and downs, and the various states of the world.

Zhiming is now wearing a haori and holding a samurai sword. If he doesn't speak, no one will know that he is from a foreign country.If he traveled back to ancient Persia like the last time, he could experience the customs of the foreign land before going to business. Unfortunately, he has no time now, so he can only follow the direction Shangzaki pointed to and come straight to the feudal mansion.

As he was walking, he heard cries in front of him, so he passed through the dense crowd and ran over.

In front of them were six or seven people who were also wearing haori, and they were jointly bullying a woman who was selling a fruit stand and her young son.

A samurai grabbed the child by the collar and lifted him up, drooling and swearing, without knowing what to say.The child was so frightened that he burst into tears, while several warriors beside him were laughing wildly.

The woman kept kneeling and begging for mercy, but the warriors obviously showed no mercy.One of them kicked over and knocked over the stall, and the fruit spilled all over the floor.

There were many people around watching, but they all dared not speak out.The samurai were clamoring wildly, driving the crowd away, obviously the local snakes in this area.

Helpless, the woman began to hug her thigh, begging the samurai to let the child go.The samurai kicked the woman away with all his strength.

When Zhiming encountered such a situation, he would never stand by and watch.He came before these villains and said calmly, "Please let them go. No matter what happens, let the children go first."

The samurai were immediately attracted by this seemingly similar person in front of them.The samurai carrying the child slowly put the child back on the ground, pushed hard, and the child fell down.

The woman hurried to help the child up, and hid aside.The child's knees were bleeding.

Zhiming couldn't stand this kind of bullying behavior, so he punched hard, and the warrior flew 50 meters away, lying motionless on the ground.

The other warriors were stunned and couldn't recover for a long time, and they didn't even see the other party's punch.Seeing this scene, the crying child in the woman's arms suddenly stopped crying.

A samurai was the first to come back to his senses, and said to his accomplice: "Give it to me, kill him!"

Everyone drew out their sabers and surrounded Zhiming.The common people standing in the distance watching the excitement saw someone with a knife, and hurriedly fled in all directions.

Zhiming gestured for the woman to stay away.The woman nodded, and hid in the small winery next to her with her baby in her arms.A group of people peeked out the window to see which great god would dare to offend these local snakes.

"You... who are you? You are so... bold, do you know... who we are...?" A warrior asked tremblingly, holding the hilt of his knife with trembling hands.

Zhiming shook his head calmly and said, "Sorry, I don't understand."

The warriors looked at each other, not knowing whether to go or not.

Zhiming suddenly roared angrily, pretending to be about to draw his sword, and scared the two warriors to the ground.

The others quickly helped them up.Feeling insulted, the samurai said to his accomplices, "Come on, let's...get rid of him!"

Everyone waved their knives.Zhiming dealt with these minions effortlessly, he didn't intend to draw his sword, he directly used the scabbard to block from left to right, combined with his fist and kick skills, he knocked down all the lunatics to the ground in less than a while.

Unwilling to be abused, a samurai resisted the abuse and climbed up. His whole body trembled as if he had just returned from the North Pole. He gritted his teeth and stared at the opponent, but he never dared to attack.

"I guess you don't understand Chinese? Well, I'll teach you. This move is called - Flood Dragon Ascension!" Zhiming used the scabbard to shield his blade, and at the same time imitated the move of the uppercut, and used the handle of the knife to attack the opponent's chest. The chin pushed hard, almost breaking his chin into a shattered bone fracture.

The samurai fell on his back, with a few teeth in his mouth that left his post without permission and disappeared.

Another samurai stood up quietly, intending to sneak attack.Zhiming turned around and kicked sideways, and the samurai flew straight into the sunflower house behind him, scaring everyone inside to escape.

Another samurai got up, and before he could make a move, Zhiming slapped him several times, and he collapsed on the ground with his mouth full of blood.

Seeing his own people being tortured into dogs, a samurai who was halfway up got up and continued to lie down and pretend to be dead while the other party didn't notice.

Zhiming sneered and motioned for the woman in the winery to come out.Seeing that there was no danger, the woman came to him with the child in her arms and bowed to thank him.Other common people also came out one after another, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

Zhiming asked: "Are you a local? Can you understand me?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"That's good. I'm not a local. I just happened to pass by here. When I met these bullies, I couldn't understand their faces, so I taught them a lesson."

The woman thought for a while, and said in a slightly awkward tone: "Actually, you don't need to take action, knights, because...they will come back. I'm afraid you will be in danger."

"If I don't take action, do I let them do their best here?" Zhiming didn't understand why the people here dared not speak out even if they were bullied.

"Actually, it's not the first time. I just paid the protection fee one day late, and they came here to act wildly. It's my own fault. I shouldn't have defaulted on the protection fee." The woman actually felt guilty.

"Protection fee? You mean, they are from the clan?" Zhiming guessed.

The woman bowed her head silently.Needless to say, Zhiming already knew the answer.

After a few seconds, the woman suddenly said nervously: "Chevalier, leave this feudal territory quickly, they will not let you go! Those ghost warriors will kill you!"

"Ghost-headed warrior?" Zhiming heard a new term, "Is it the one with a red belt?"

The woman was taken aback, but she didn't expect him to know, so she said: "That's right, those are all high-ranking warriors around the feudal lord, and their strength is incomparable to those who were defeated by you! Knight, go!"

"Wouldn't it be a pity to go to the sweet potato field without pulling out a few sweet potatoes?" Zhiming said to himself.

"What did you say?" The woman didn't understand.

"Oh, it's okay, I mean, I won't be afraid of them. I'm strong in martial arts, as you can see, nothing will happen." Zhiming was full of confidence.

"No, that's not the case! In addition to their high martial arts skills, those ghost-headed warriors can also use sorcery, which can suck your soul away in an instant! Listen to me, hurry up!" the woman pleaded.

"Soul-absorbing warrior? Interesting." Zhiming likes to face difficulties, "Then what do you do? After they wake up, they will continue to bully you, right?"

"It's all trivial. I just need to pay the protection fee and I'll be fine. But you..."

Before the words fell, the people in front retreated to both sides of the road, feeling like they were making way for someone.Looking at this battle, it looks like the emperor is on a tour.

"No, it's too late, they're already here! Knight, run away quickly, take care!" The woman fled in a hurry with her child.

Zhiming saw a group of warriors on horseback approaching from a distance. The leader was wearing a helmet, a ghost mask, and a red belt around his waist. He was the legendary ghost-headed warrior.

The surrounding vendors closed their doors to take refuge, and it was too late to clean up the stalls; the rest of the people also cooperated in clearing the place.At this moment, only Zhiming and the downed warriors were left on the road.

When he came to Zhiming, the ghost-headed warrior raised his hand, and everyone reined in their horses.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the ghost-headed warrior immediately understood everything, and asked in Yidu language: "Which tribe are you a warrior from, how dare you openly confront our tribe?"

Zhiming crossed his hands and asked indifferently, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The ghost-headed samurai was stunned for a moment, and after several seconds, he asked again: "Are you... Han?"

Zhiming was also taken aback, and replied contemptuously: "So I can speak Chinese, so I should have said it earlier, it's a waste of time. Do you think it's necessary to ask?"

The ghost-headed samurai was irritated by the other party's indifferent attitude, and instantly drew his sword out of its sheath. The gleaming blade was like the sharp teeth of a giant python, which made people shudder.

Zhiming had to admit that this person drew his sword very fast. If it was an ordinary person, he would have become a dead soul before he could react.

The ghost-headed samurai pointed his blade at Zhiming, and asked coldly, "I'll ask again, why do you want to fight against this clan? What's your purpose in traveling all the way to Yidu?"

"I never intended to be against you, but I happened to pass by here and saw a few people bullying a mother and child, so I taught them how to behave." Zhiming's attitude was still leaning towards arrogance.

The ghost-headed samurai pressed the switch on the helmet with his hand, and the ghost mask was retracted immediately, revealing a cold face, sharp eagle-like eyes that pierced people's hearts like needles; With scars, one looks like a warrior who has experienced many battles.

"Not bad, you can also change face, this skill is very rare among us big men!" Zhiming deliberately praised, "But with all due respect, your appearance without the mask is similar to the effect of wearing the mask. "

"Baga!" A warrior behind the ghost-headed warrior drew out his sword angrily.

"Calm down! Don't be impulsive!" The ghost-headed warrior turned his head and shouted.

The samurai took the knife back unwillingly.

Although he couldn't understand, Zhiming guessed that the other party was swearing, so he couldn't help but clenched the handle of the knife, and replied: "If someone wants to fight, I will accompany you at any time! I am not used to fighting with my mouth!"

As soon as the words fell, the sand around the place where he was standing began to continuously float into the air, and it seemed that a powerful air vortex would be formed.

The ghost-headed samurai was overwhelmed by the opponent's powerful aura, and the samurai next to him whispered a few words to him, then he suddenly turned his anger into a smile, and said: "This chivalrous man, don't be impatient, you have something to discuss."

"Huh? Is he scared? Or is he hiding a knife in his smile?" Zhiming thought for a while, and took back his inner anger.

"My name is Dahei Zuomu, and I am the leader of the samurai regiment of the Nuchi Hei clan that manages the Chiwei Well. We met for the first time, and I have offended you. Please forgive me." The ghost-headed samurai turned his attitude 180 degrees as if he was possessed by someone. U-turn.He got off his horse and bowed to Zhiming to apologize.

Zhiming couldn't understand the person in front of him, it was windy and rainy at other times.But seeing the other party put down his posture, he was embarrassed to put on a bloody and vengeful face, so he bowed slightly as the Romans did, and said, "Hello, my name is Lei Zhiming, and I come from Jingzhou, the country of the great Han. I just arrived in your place. Sorry for the lack of manners.”

"The Han Empire is a powerful state on the other side of the ocean! I heard that its territory is larger than all the countries on our archipelago combined!" Zuo Mu's eyes widened immediately, and he bowed again, "Your guest is here, I really have Welcome back, please forgive me, Lei Xiashi!"

"The Great Han Dynasty is no longer an empire. It is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the whole territory has not yet been unified. It is far from the term empire." Zhiming said modestly, "Lord Zuomu, you are welcome. The samurai of the vassal clan is just an ordinary knight... or a swordsman. I am born to fight against injustice, and I am really sorry for the person who accidentally hurt you just now."

"Oh, it's okay, it's because they are not good at learning, they deserve it!" Zuo Mu hurriedly waved his hands, and ordered his subordinates, "Hurry up and help them up! A bunch of idiots!"

Several warriors got off their horses in a hurry and helped the injured companions up.

"By the way, Mr. Zuo Mu, do the people here have to pay protection fees regularly?" Zhiming asked suddenly.

"Well, this is the rule set by the feudal lord, that is, the chief of the feudal clan, and every household must abide by it without exception." Zuo Mu said truthfully.