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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 47"

weight="152111"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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a little.

Others came here to cheer for a few copper plates given by the rich.

But more, they are the most ordinary flat-headed people on weekdays. In the closed and remote environment, these people are the uncivilized majority, ignorant, superstitious, and all the same. They did not have any hatred or affiliation with Yan Changqing, many of them even received the favor of Yan Changqing and others. But they are the most convinced that Yan Changqing is evil among the damp crowd.

"Quickly get rid of this dirty thing! We must not let him harm Qinchuan City again!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

A few shouts and curses seemed like a few drops of water suddenly splashed into the hot oil pan, and the crowd boiled again, fighting, agitating, and entangled.

He Li screamed loudly and rushed towards the more and more crowds, and hand in hand with the soldiers, trying to form a wall with his back and arms: "You are crazy! I guarantee my wealth and life, Master Yan is definitely not—!"

With a bang, saw someone carrying a large basin of cold water and splashing it across the loose wall of people. Wei Jin exclaimed that he wanted to block it, but it was too late.

Most of the dirty water mixed with Fuzhuan paper dust was poured directly on Yan Changqing. In Wei Jin's stern and angry scream, Yan Changqing shook his body and fell to the ground with a plop.

Wei Jin grabbed the collar of the rich lord Zhang, and yelled, "How dare you! How dare you!!!"

The wealthy Lord Zhang quietly knocked the iron rod on the bend of Yan Changqing's knee into his long sleeves while he was unprepared. With a sneer, he broke away from Wei Jin's hand and shouted at everyone: "Look, everyone! General Yan. Isn’t he a silver-faced Yama with victorious battles? But nowadays, only a basin of cold water scares him to stand up! You say, why is this!?"

"Dry stupid! Dry stupid!"

More and more people came up, waving fists, splashing saliva, crazy shouts, spiteful eyes, like a violent tornado, desperately sweeping everything that wants to resist it and oppose it. At the center of the tornado, there was only a thin figure, who looked so lonely.

Yan Changqing lowered his head and bit his lip firmly. The cold, dirty water stained his hair and mixed with the cold sweat on his forehead, dropping drop by drop from his pale cheeks.

cold.

It's cold.

Even though the insidious blow of the wealthy Zhang just now was painful, it was nothing at all to Yan Changqing at this time. What is really terrifying is that basin of cold water. Every drop of water seems to be turned into an invisible blade of ice, deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, extremely cold, cutting his nerves bluntly with one knife. .

Extremely cold, it is almost suffocating pain. Yan Changqing only felt that each of his joints was trembling in countless ice spikes, and every inch of muscle was spasm.

He really couldn't stand up.

"He's really not a drought, really not!"

Wei Jin roared hoarsely, struggling to pounce, but more people stopped him. Some people are angry: "You must be with him, don't want to help him!"

Some people bitterly persuade: "Doctor, because you have also used medicine to save people, I kindly advise you that drought can kill people. You must stay away from him. Don't be confused!"

The human wall composed of He Li finally collapsed, and more people stepped on their fallen bodies, surging towards Yan Changqing.

He Li threw himself to the ground and let out a burst of exclamation: "No!"

I don't know who raised the stone in his hand first, and Chong Yan Changqing smashed it.

The fist-sized stone was dyed bright red, and Gu Lulu rolled aside.

Yan Changqing suddenly raised his head and stared at the person who smashed the stone at him.

That was the short man who was rushing to answer the question. If Yan Changqing remembered correctly, this man had also cringed and took the disaster relief porridge he handed over by himself. He didn't dare to look at him directly. He had also interacted with hundreds of victims here. In the same way, relying on his disaster relief porridge and the decoction to cure the epidemic, he has gone through the most difficult days in Qinchuan City.

Is such a person more ignorant or more ridiculous?

At Shang Yan Changqing’s sharp and clear gaze, the short man felt his heart trembled, but the first time he was watched by so many people, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "What do you look at! If you really are Master Yan, we will naturally I won't hit you. But you are now a possessed evil, and hitting you is for the people!"

Speaking of later, he watched Yan Changqing staring at him without a word, the wound on his forehead was bleeding, the wound on his arm was splashed with water, and blood was slowly flowing down. All the blood accumulated into a small pool of glaring scarlet on the ground, which made him a little inexplicably afraid.

It's strange that he is fighting the drought in an upright manner. Why does he always feel guilty?

Most of the people behind him had never hurt anyone, had never seen blood. Seeing this scene, they were a little timid and unwilling to give up. The stone sticks in their hands were put down, rotten vegetable leaves, egg sludge, but Xiang Yan Changqing Throw away.

It seems so, it can still prove the justice of their behavior and their hatred of the same enemy.

"Kick him out!"

"Get out! Don't let him harm people in the city!"

During the heavy blockade, Wei Jin had already burst into tears. He stretched out his arms to help Yan Changqing up, but his hand was too far away from that person.

"Please don't fight...Don't fight!"

"Don't fight..."

"You are all wrong, wrong..."

The heart-piercing cry and pleading were so faint that they were drowned in the noisy voices just after the exit.

He Li finally struggled to get up from the crowd, his nose was kicked off by someone unknown, the front of his clothes was full of blood, and his arm was dislocated on one side. But he still yelled at the motionless soldiers around him watching the excitement:

"Go and protect your lord! What are you doing in a daze!!"

All the soldiers of the palace look at me and I look at you, with a hesitant expression on their faces, but no one comes forward.

He Li slumped on the ground in despair. He knew that these soldiers were unable to stand up after seeing Yan Changqing being splashed with water, and had the same thoughts as the ordinary people.

Suddenly there was a terrible guess in He Qi. Did Yan Changqing really suffer from hydrophobia? That kind of disease is a terminal illness that even gods can't cure. Moreover, in Qinchuan, where the folkway has not changed and believes in ghosts and gods, this kind of disease can only be regarded as unknown.

How to do? What should he do? ! !

The rich master Zhang approached Yan Changqing with a sinister and triumphant voice:

"Master Yan, give you one last chance. If you agree to triple it and give me compensation, I can also let you spend the last few days comfortably. If you don't agree, just lie in the desert outside the city and wait. Die!"

Yan Changqing gritted his teeth and raised his head. Even though his whole body is like a pool of bitter cold, his painful internal organs are convulsing, even if he is covered with dirt, patters of filth mixed with blood from the corners of his clothes, and his cheeks are dripping down, but his eyes still seem to be sharp. The Xuejian never had a trace of filth, a trace of weakness.

The look in his eyes trembles the heart of the rich master Zhang, and he sullenly said: "If you can't answer, I'll ask you something!"

A few Taoist priests greeted him together, one of them was holding a basin of ice water that had just thawed, and he was still braving the cold of Bai Sensen.

"stop!"

Wei Jin exclaimed in surprise. He knows that people with water fear are always afraid of the cold in the water, let alone this ice water? If this is splashed on the upper body again, the pain of the cold is like being peeled off alive!

"Do you agree or not?" Only Yan Changqing could hear, harshly threatening: "This taste, for you, is uncomfortable!"

Yan Changqing clenched his fists silently, the joints turned white, staring at the rich master Zhang without blinking.

Shameless, greedy rat generation, how could Yan Changqing bow his head to such a person? !

Two decisive words popped out of Yan Changqing's teeth:

stop! think!

With a crash, another basin of ice water went down.

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Strong wind and strong grass seven

Yan Changqing's eyes suddenly went dark. The internal organs seemed to roll into the sharp icy blade erected by Mi Mi Zaza in an instant, and the pain of tearing muscles and flesh made him almost fall over, but Yan Changqing immediately supported the ground with his arms, and his pale fingers were deeply buckled. Going into the dirty dirt under him, gritted his teeth and held back, without saying a word.

Hundreds of limbs, the pain of extinction.

"My lord!" Wei Jin yelled heartbreakingly, and finally broke free, knelt in front of Yan Changqing with a plop.

But the shouts, the noise and curses around him, reached Yan Changqing's ears, and they all became very weak.

It hurts so much that he can't hear or see anything at all. He only felt a drop of cold liquid from his hair, forehead and arms, and he didn't know whether it was water, sweat, or blood.

This kind of pain is enough to destroy anyone's willpower. But at this moment, Yan Changqing still had a firm idea in his mind.

Can't admit defeat!

Never admit defeat! ! !

"Get out! Get out!"

Yan Changqing slowly closed his eyes amid the intensified curses.

He knew that at this moment, in the ground beneath him, the sand and gravel soil that supported the entire city was slowly collapsing.

Qinchuan City, how long can it last?

If he is really driven out of the city as a drought, then his plan to move the city will inevitably fail. How many people in Qinchuan will be swallowed by the next more tragic collapse of heaven and earth?

These people in front of them, whether they are deceived and encouraged by a few big rich men and rich businessmen, or they are ignorant and cruel, they are guilty, but they are not guilty of death.

What's more, behind them, there are more innocent old people and young children waiting to be fed.

They shouldn't give up their lives for the ignorance and impulse of these people.

The general of a country, who is responsible for the lives of thousands of people, is worthy of worrying about the country and forgetting his family, and giving up his life to help.

So now, he can't fall down!

Yan Changqing suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him, the skeptical, resentful, and crazy crowd suddenly stopped.

Everyone opened their eyes wide in surprise, forgetting to curse and shout.

Yan Changqing was very slow and stood up very slowly.

His back looks so thin and drenched, he is obviously embarrassed, but as he slowly stands up, everyone feels a sense of arrogance from him, extremely fortitude, and determination.

Everyone was stunned, only Wei Jin, who was the closest to him, saw that Yan Changqing's hand hidden under the sleeve of his shirt was trembling violently, almost convulsing, because it was clenched too tightly, his palm was bleeding. If it were not for the severe pain, how could it be so?

Finance Master Zhang obviously didn't expect that Yan Changqing could stand up again, and his face was even more gloomy in surprise. He took a step forward, waved his sleeves, cold light suddenly appeared-

But this time, Yan Changqing never gave him another chance.

With a scream of "Ah", Lord Zhang was hit hard on both knees and fell to the ground. The Taoist priest in front of him had no time to dodge, and a large basin of ice water poured on him.

Yan Changqing panted slightly, and threw his hand up.

With a bang, the wealthy Lord Zhang's iron rod fell on the ground. Around the iron rod, there was a circle of protruding spikes, stained with blood.

Caizhu Zhang used such an iron rod to pull Yan Changqing's leg and force him to kneel down.

But now he was reaping the fruit, and Yan Changqing used this iron rod to crack his kneecap.

Everyone was speechless, looking at the rich master Zhang who was rolling around in pain, and at Yan Changqing on the side. After a while, a small, hesitant voice suddenly popped out from the crowd:

"Didn't it mean that droughts are afraid of water, he... how does he...?"

He Li knelt on the ground in a daze. At this moment, he looked at Yan Changqing who was standing with his teeth gritted. He finally understood the intention. He suddenly moved away from the crowd, pointed at Yan Changqing, and said with a shaking voice:

"Yeah, don't you keep saying that drought is the most afraid of water? But as you can see, Master Yan has stood up, he is not afraid of water at all! He is not drought!"

He said that he picked up the rich lord Zhang's iron rod and raised his head high, so that everyone could see the blood dripping on the iron rod.

"Look clearly, it's Rich Master Zhang who is deceiving you! He wanted to blackmail more land compensation before he came to make trouble!"

Everyone was silent. Caizhu Zhang was thrown into ice water, shaking with the cold, and the sharp pain in his knee made him roll all over the floor. He grinned, howling ghostly, more embarrassed than Yan Changqing.

If you say it is like a drought, the wealthy Lord Zhang at this time is obviously more like it.

"...Could it be that Lord Zhang lied to us? Look at the stick in his hand..." Another hesitant voice.

"I also think, look at Master Yan, he is covered in water and he doesn't say a word, he seems to be not afraid. The reason why he kneels down is not because of that harmful iron rod..."

The sound is getting louder and louder.

"I just said he wasn't... Babe, his father, you have to push me to come, look at..."

"It's not that the rich man said the truth..."

"Since he is not a drought, what is written on the notice is all true? Qinchuan City, we really can't keep it?"

"Hey, in my opinion, go back and clean up the bedding! It's important to save your life!"

The crowd hesitated, and the people surrounding the last began to disperse.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" In the crowd, Dr. Song rushed out, staring at Yan Changqing's face, his eyes were full of unwillingness, his voice was sharp and rough, like a rusty sword: " Impossible! I know your symptoms, you can't be afraid of water!"

Yan Changqing took a deep breath and looked at him in silence.

And behind him, the hesitant and suspicious crowd.

Wei Jin suddenly realized what Yan Changqing was going to do and wanted to stop him, but it was too late, and even a shout was strangled in his throat.

Yan Changqing suddenly grabbed the copper basin in the hands of the Taoist priest and poured a basin full of ice water on him head-on.

Doctor Song widened his eyes and looked at Yan Changqing in disbelief. After a long while, he shivered and said: "It's impossible...impossible...you obviously...you obviously..."

The whole body of Yan Changqing was faintly cold, but his eyes were still as clear and cold as black glaze, and his back was still upright and straight like a tree bearing the wind and snow, without any loss of grace. Lone Pine.

He always gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Except for Wei Jin, no one knew, and no one could see the severe pain that Yan Changqing had endured at this time. That has surpassed the limit that ordinary people can tolerate. Even Wei Jin didn't understand, what on earth was supporting him, so he didn't fall?

Doctor Song shook his head and backed away, his expression as if he had seen a ghost: "Impossible, impossible..."

"He Li!" Yan Changqing shouted in a low voice, his whole body trembling imperceptibly.

"The official is here!" He Li knelt down solemnly with tears in his eyes.

"What is the crime for those who confuse the crowd and disturb the people's hearts?!" Yan Changqing said every word, every word, like a knife stuck in the hearts of these mobs.

"One hundred responsibilities, drive out of the city!"

Doctor Song, Caizhu Zhang and a few people who took the lead in the trouble were suddenly shocked and wanted to run in panic. However, the palace soldiers who had finally slowed down immediately surrounded them, twisted their arms, and dragged them down.

The screams of crying father and mother, mixed with dull blood and flesh beating, impacted the eardrums of everyone present.

Every citizen knows that if you go down with a hundred sticks, even if you don't die, you will definitely be a useless person in the next half of your life.

After a long silence, the Wuyangyang crowd fry the pot again, but this time it is no longer aimed at Yan Changqing, but with each other.

"It's all you, you made me throw the eggs, bastard mother-in-law! I killed you!"

"Tell you not to come