Chapter 171 Yihe Changes

A walkway more than two meters wide was opened. The soldiers separated on both sides and put away their weapons. Due to the large number of people, it extended all the way to the outside of the city lord's palace.

At first glance, the black armor was stained with blood. Unlike other soldiers, these soldiers were carefully selected by Yu Chixin.

Mo Yu and others got out of the way, and the dozen or so martial arts masters looked at each other, no one dared to take the first step.

The atmosphere was depressing, and just when Mo Yu was about to lose his patience, a chuckle sounded from the back of a dozen martial arts masters.

With everyone watching, an old man with a stooped back walks out on crutches. There is a scar running through the top and bottom of his right eye, a flat nose and wide lips. The few hairs are tied into a few braids hanging down.

When this person walked out, the expressions of all the masters changed, they remained silent, and most of their eyes were filled with fear, indicating that he was not an ordinary person in the world.

"I, Ma Zizhuang, nicknamed Blind Maguai, may I ask the name of this young hero?" Ma Zizhuang walked up to Mo Yu and solemnly clasped his fists.

"Mo Yu." Mo Yu's face was pale and he couldn't muster any strength, so he nodded.

"Mo Yu, thanks to your kindness this time, I have avoided helping the tyrants. This is my token. With it, I can come to Xinzhou to find me. I will promise you to do three things."

Ma Zizhuang took out a square token from his arms, with the word "horse" engraved on the front and a cane pattern on the back. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was exactly the one the opponent was holding.

"It would be disrespectful for such a junior to refuse." Mo Yu's face softened, and Li Gengyu took the token.

"I, my junior, are still being detained outside the city, so I will go ahead and say goodbye." Ma Zizhuang raised his hand, turned and walked towards the outside of the city lord's palace, without being affected by the evil aura of the soldiers on both sides.

Those masters watched Ma Zizhuang leave. From inside to outside the mansion, not a single soldier launched an attack.

After more than a dozen breaths, Ma Zizhuang's laughter rang out somewhere in the city. It was so powerful that it spread to everyone with its inner strength, intending to express that he was fine and at the same time mock those who doubted him.

The masters looked very embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, they finally walked out one after another. Following their example, they all took out their thank-you gifts to thank Mo Yu and others.

Some offered generous amounts of money, some took out special ornaments, and some expressed their intention to make good friends...

Of course, there were a few shameless people among them who wanted to beg for the items sold at the auction, but they reluctantly gave up under the displeasure of Mo Yu and the cold looks of other martial arts masters.

If nothing unexpected happens, all the items auctioned on the third day will be put into the charter bag, at least fifty pieces of valuable treasure, which will make everyone greedy for it.

But now that Zhang Cheng is dead, those things have become the trophies of Mo Yu and others. To release them generously is to accept a debt of gratitude, and to ask for them again seems to be greedy.

The dozen or so people left quickly, and no one stayed. Wang Gengche was practicing Qigong in the corridor to heal his injuries, Li Gengyu was carrying Elder Wu Gengyu on his back, Sun Hannan and Liu Gengyou were both sighing and laughing with their arms full of things.

"Finally, it's over..." Mo Yu's heart relaxed, his vision blurred, and he fell back top-heavy. He vaguely heard Li Gengyu and others calling his name loudly.

…

At the end of the day, the sky clears completely, the long-lost rising sun shows its head, the dark clouds are unwilling to disappear, the birds are singing in the sky, and the breeze is refreshing.

The blood stains have not yet been removed from the streets in the city, and the blinding water is seeping into the ground. People are hiding in their houses in fear, closing their doors and windows.

On the streets, more than 2,000 soldiers began to clean the battlefield, carry corpses, sweep away blood stains, move things...

In the afternoon, a long procession entered the city gate. There were hundreds of people, their clothes were soaked in blood, and they were talking and laughing with pride. In the middle of the procession were three carriages, two covered with tarpaulins, and the third one had seven or eight people tied to it.

Fearful people.

As the sun sets and the night rises, the whole city of Yihe falls into darkness. There is no moon, and there are few lights in the city. Only the night wind blows and the watchman beats the drum.

The next day, the people had no idea of ​​going out, so they stayed at home and listened quietly to the "clang" and "clang!" of the troops passing by on the streets, and regretted their reckless behavior yesterday.

It was not only the people of Li who were worried. On this day, Yu Chixin personally led a team to search the city. According to the spies' reports, he knocked on doors and found nothing, arresting hundreds of remaining members of the party.

Half of the city lord's palace has been reduced to ruins, with more than 200 soldiers stationed there, and more than 100 people responsible for searching and moving items. The person in charge is Du Feng.

In the evening, Mo Qiu hurried back to the Du Mansion, followed by more than a dozen dead attendants, each of whom was escorting a hooded man into the mansion in silence.

On the third day, the city lord's palace was completely reduced to ruins. News of Zhang Cheng's death spread throughout the city as if it had wings. The people were shocked when they heard about it and rushed out to the city gate.

When they saw Zhang Zhang's head hanging on the high wall of the city gate, they completely believed this fact, cheered, ran around telling each other, and even started dancing and celebrating.

Stages appeared again in the city, and were set up for free in various lively places in the city. They talked about the evil of the charter and sang while performing. In addition, there were relatives of refugees and beggars as witnesses. The audience all shed tears, felt the same, and even cursed the charter.

The announcement of evil is not only spread on the stage, but also by storytellers, playful children, and wandering idlers...

Five days later, a thousand-word official document denounced the charter was issued. It was written by Du Feng, the son of the former city lord, and dictated by relatives of refugees and beggars. It was supported by the confessions of the remaining members of the charter. The charges were numerous.

Discussions began to appear among the people. People's lives returned to normal, and everyone was engaged in business. Privately, they compared Zhang Cheng and Du Feng, and attributed the city battle to Du Feng, which was justified.

"Oh, I never thought that Zhang Zheng would be such a man with a human face and a beast's heart. He secretly killed thousands of people. Fortunately, the young city lord discovered it early, otherwise the rest of us would suffer sooner or later." An old farmer at a fruit stall sighed sincerely.

"yes."

The customers picking fruits at the stall nodded in agreement: "Not only that, but the charter also secretly nourished the bandits. Every few years, bandits would be let into the city to rob, and the prisoners would be exchanged for their lives, and they would gain both fame and fortune."

The conversation was very loud, and passers-by were attracted by the topic and came closer one after another. They were filled with indignation and disgust at every word you said and me.

"The traitor is dead. The young city lord should take over the heavy responsibility of Yihe City. His upright style should be like that of his late father. With the support of General Wang Bazhou and Marshal Yuchixin, he will definitely take on a new look."

"That's right. As long as the young city leader takes over, I, the second oldest, will be the first to raise my hand in approval!"

"Hey, old man, I'm worried that someone from above will punish the city. After all, this kind of behavior is rebellion."

"Uncle Li's words are reasonable, but we are the slaves and we are the flesh and blood. The regulations forced us to rebel, so we can't lead the way to death, right?"

…

In a certain room in the Du Mansion.

A beautiful figure dressed in light green palace clothes was lying in front of the bed, with a haggard face, looking at the man on the bed with empty eyes, and faintly murmured: "Brother Yu, how long are you going to sleep?"

"As you wish, Zhang Cheng is dead and Yihe City has returned to peace. You promised that Youlan will return safely..."

Mo Yu remained motionless, his eyes closed tightly.

"Brother Yu, please Youlan, please wake up. Momen still needs you to take charge of the overall situation. Du Feng and the others can no longer hold on, wuwu..."

Two crystals slid down her cheeks. You Lan grasped Mo Yu's right hand with her slender hands, tears dripping down her cheeks, tender and sad. This was the seventh day of her waiting.

Outside the door of the house, a figure in white clothes stood silently, her cold eyes flashed with complexity, and she turned and left.

During the battle with the monster that day, Mo Yu's chest was seriously injured, with five deep scratches visible on the bone. Although Sun Hannan applied medicine in time, the effect was only temporary.

Mo Yu tried his best to deal with the charter and the group of martial arts masters, but his injuries eventually got out of hand, causing him to fall into coma and bleed profusely. It was Wang Gengche who carried Mo Yu back to the inn regardless of his own injuries.

At the same time, the others went their separate ways to ask the city doctor, and Yu Chixin was responsible for the aftermath.

No less than five doctors were invited, but no one dared to treat him. They were not sure how to deal with such a serious injury. If the medicine was light, it would not help, and if the medicine was serious, he would go straight to the west.

To make matters worse, after being exposed to the rain for half a day, Mo Yu felt cold again and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Youlan knelt down in grief and begged the doctor to take action. Li Gengyu and others urged her sternly, but the doctor had no choice but to carefully stop Mo Yu's bleeding.

"Get away, everyone, he's been poisoned."

While the doctor was in a panic dispensing medicine, Liu Ningxuan appeared with a cold voice, shutting everyone out, and stayed alone in the room with Mo Yu.

No one knows what happened inside, and no one knows how Liu Ningxuan was cured.

After Liu Ningxuan left calmly, everyone was surprised to find that Mo Yu's breathing returned to normal, his injuries had been re-treated, and his high fever had gone down a lot.

I thought that Mo Yu would get better, but strangely, the scars from the trauma healed, and his face was as rosy as usual, but he remained unconscious.

One sleep lasts seven days.

The dusk gradually enveloped the sky, and the sky was red. Bi'er brought a plate of food and pushed in the door. She looked at her lady with distress and said: "Miss, eat something. You haven't eaten water or rice for two days. If you continue like this,

Before Mr. Mo woke up, you fell down again."

"Bier, I'm not hungry." Youlan's voice was hoarse, her eyes never leaving the bed.

"Miss, you have been guarding me naked for seven days. If the master finds out, I will definitely punish you. Just eat some." Bi'er's eyes turned red.

Youlan shook her head and said nothing.

At this moment, Mo Yu, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes. After a moment of dullness, he turned to look at Youlan, reached out and patted the latter's arm: "You... Lan, listen to Bi'er... and go eat.

Cough, cough!”

"Brother Yu, are you awake?!"

"Master Mo?"

Two voices of surprise sounded, and Youlan covered her lips in disbelief. For a moment, she hugged Mo Yu's body and sobbed, her pear blossoms dripping with rain, and she expressed her sorrow.

Bi'er consciously took the door out and stayed outside with tears on her sleeves.

After about a while of touching the incense, the door opened. Youlan helped Mo Yu out with a shy face. Mo Yu raised his hand to block the light. After getting used to it, he looked at Bi'er and said, "Bi'er, go and call everyone over."

Bi'er stuck out her tongue at the young lady and turned to do things happily.

"It's time to put an end to Yihe City." Mo Yu said with emotion as he looked up at the gorgeous sunset.
Chapter completed!