As soon as these words came out, Huang Qiying and He Xiaolan suddenly looked surprised and looked at Yang Tianchun with complicated eyes. Huang Qiying even stood up in confusion.

He Xiaolan was surprised that Yang Tianchun revealed his identity like this.

Huang Qiying was surprised that Yang Tianchun actually had such an identity. The Iron Monkey he was looking for so hard was actually right in front of him all the time.

Huang Feihong tugged on Huang Qiying's sleeve, and shouted worriedly and expectantly: "Dad!"

Huang Qiying lowered her head and glanced at her beloved son who was looking at her pitifully, sat back dejectedly, and couldn't help but sigh: "Doctor Yang, how can you, this beautiful lady, be a thief?"

Yang Tianchun's voice was low and he said slowly: "My father was once an upright official. When there was a drought in Weizhou, my father was unjust and died tragically because his colleagues were embezzling and stealing food. As an official, I couldn't even save myself, so how could I save others? I can even get an official position.

Buy? Oh, if there were fewer corrupt officials in the world, there would be no Iron Monkeys at all."

Yang Tianchun was originally in a calm mood, but as he said, perhaps thinking of his father's tragic death, or perhaps thinking of the imperial court's mediocrity, he became indignant. When he said the last sentence, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Fang Muye

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Fang Muye knew that Yang Tianchun looked at him not because he was a corrupt official, but because he had said the same thing to him before. He immediately nodded to him, then looked at Huang Qiying and said, "Master Huang, do you still remember my relationship with you last night?"

What did you say?"

Huang Qiying nodded, his expression thoughtful, and finally turned into a long sigh: "Oh! When will we have good officials? When will the world get better?"

Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Fang Muye said loudly: "As long as our generation works hard and one generation after another, the world will definitely get better. The revitalization of China will be in the future! By that time, the country will be prosperous, respected by all nations, and the people will

Live and work in peace and contentment, everyone is like a dragon, and that prosperous age will be as you and I wish!"

Thinking of Blue Star's country of China, Fang Muye's eyes were filled with sparkling light.

When everyone listened to his description, they all showed a look of longing and yearning.

Yang Tianchun clapped his hands and sighed: "Well said! If people with lofty ideals continue to work hard, a prosperous age will eventually come!"

Huang Qiying was so excited that she finally put aside her grudge against Iron Monkey, hugged the two of them, and said: "It is a great honor for Huang to meet you two. As the old saying goes, those who do not plan for the present cannot plan for the long term. Right now,

Let’s discuss it and work together to deal with Yankong.”

Yang Tianchun immediately looked at Fang Muye and asked, "I wonder what God has planned?"

Looking at the looks from everyone, Fang Muye smiled and said eloquently: "Yankong is here for Dr. Yang. If he wants to capture Dr. Yang quickly, he will definitely turn his passive into active. According to my guess, he will probably use

Dr. Yang's sympathy led his men to disguise themselves and devise a plan to lure Dr. Yang out. We could just use the trick to cut off his wings first, and then work together to take his life."

In the movie, the scar-faced girl and the scar-faced monk teamed up to stage a drama about selling their bodies to bury their husbands, attracting the Iron Monkey. However, the scar-faced girl was killed by Fang Muye last night, and there was one missing person. I don’t know if this drama is still possible.

Will it be staged?

Recalling the part about Yankong in the movie, Fang Muye added: "Yankong possesses Shaolin's powerful Vajra Hands, Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves, Wind and Thunder Vajra Palm, Arhat's Wuxiang Hands and other superb martial arts skills. His skills are extremely domineering, but underneath

If Pan is inferior, the four of us will work together. If we are still defeated, we will lead him to the wooden stake formation and fight him on the stake. Master Huang, Doctor Yang, Madam Sister-in-law, what do you think?"

Yang Tianchun and Huang Qiying each thought about it for a moment, nodded and said, "This plan is feasible."

Although He Xiaolan didn't speak, the smile on her lips showed her attitude.

Huang Feihong, who had been listening with his ears open, didn't hear his name and couldn't help shouting: "What about me? I want to go too!"

Huang Qiying scolded: "Feihong, don't make trouble, you are still young!"

"I'm not young anymore..."

Seeing Huang Qiying's look, Huang Feihong didn't dare to say anything further, and sat there with his mouth pouting and feeling unhappy.

Huang Qiying then asked: "If you need to go to the wooden pile formation, where can you go?"

Fang Muye replied: "Across the street from the Yamen, there is a Tiande dyeing workshop. There are wooden stakes for drying cloth in the workshop, which can be used as a wooden stake array."

Now everyone discussed some details and made all preparations.

After everything was agreed upon, Fang Muye left for about half an hour. When he came back, the oxtail sword on his waist had been replaced by the Eight-sided Han Sword.

It was already Haishi, which was the time when Iron Monkey usually went out. The four of them changed into night clothes and covered their faces with black scarves.

Before leaving, Fang Muye worriedly warned: "Master Huang, Doctor Yang, Madam Sister-in-law, and Yankong and the others are extremely evil. When the time comes, you must not be merciful and cannot bear to kill."

The three of them are chivalrous and upright, and are good in all aspects. It's just this problem that they don't want to kill easily. It costs people's lives.

After receiving the three people's consent, Fang Muye finally felt relieved.

In the dark and gloomy night, in the long silent and desolate street, a woman's cry echoed slowly.

"Father, mother, I have escaped the flood, but I can't escape with my life. After I kowtow, I will sell my body to bury you and my two elders. I hope your daughter will not be tortured again in the rest of her life."

The woman's cry was like a sob and a complaint, which made people feel sad when they heard it.

Yang Tianchun, who was hiding behind the ridge of the roof, was about to jump down when a hand held his shoulder.

Yang Tianchun looked over and saw Fang Muye shaking his head at him. Although he was a little confused, he didn't move rashly.

Not long after, I heard the cry of the woman below again.

"Father, mother, you have escaped the flood, but you cannot escape with your life. After kowtow, I will sell myself to bury you and your two elders..."

By the time these words were spoken for the third time, everyone already understood that the people below were the bait sent by Yankong.

Fang Muye looked around and motioned the three of them to look at the two-story house diagonally opposite. The three of them understood what he meant: Yankong should be ambushing there.

Seeing the three people nodding in response, Fang Muye pointed at himself and then below.

After the woman below finished speaking her lines for the fourth time, Fang Muye jumped down and walked to the crying woman. He took a look through the candlelight and recognized her as Zheng Bafang's ninth aunt.

Fang Muye threw out a money bag filled with stones and said in a muffled voice: "You don't have to sell yourself anymore..."

As he spoke, he suddenly got angry, pulled out the Eight-sided Han Sword, looked back and stabbed the "corpse" in the heart of the wooden frame.

The sword penetrated three inches, and he immediately pulled out the sword. A stream of blood spurted out, and the screams of Jiu Yitai rang out, piercing the long night.

Fang Muye was about to stab the second "corpse" when the "corpse" lifted up the white cloth covering his body to block Fang Muye's sight. At the same time, he stood up and two long knives sliced ​​across his waist.

Fang Muye jumped back to dodge, and when he looked around, he saw that the "corpse" was the scar-faced monk, a disciple of Yankong, and the one he had just killed was one of the four sword monks.

What bad luck.
Chapter completed!