Chapter 93 March , Beheading the Governor, Executing the Sea Dragon [First Order]

March 3rd, Water God Festival.

The cold wind is like a knife.

I don’t know when it started, but on this day of March 3rd every year, it is always very cold on the green willow bank.

The wind is cold, the water is cold, and people’s hearts are cold too.

After a month of being tortured by various means by the government, gangs, and local tyrants, the lower-class people in Minjiang have long been miserable and their hearts are cold.

Yes.

Only the lower class people.

History will record the whitewashed truth, but there are always some cruel facts passed down through the teachings of ancestors.

Six hundred years later.

Although they enjoyed the legacy of their ancestors and relied on the hundreds of miles of Qingyuan Lake, they did not need to venture to the turbulent Minjiang River to make a living. They multiplied from generation to generation, and worshipped Chen Guzhou, the governor of Minjiang River who had created all this, as the King of Blessing and En, and offered incense to him.

But we also know what kind of tragedy our ancestors experienced back then.

This is ironic.

But it is also very realistic.

And now...it's their turn.

And now...the situation they will face may be even worse.

Under the green willow bank.

The injured and disabled fishermen, the farmers who lost their fields, brought their families and supported each other as they tried to climb up the Green Willow Bank to protest to the big shots in their minds.

They feel that they will definitely get some support on an occasion like today!

however.

not at all.

As soon as these people appeared, they were forcibly taken away by the disciples of the Giant Whale Gang. On such an important day as today, these untouchables must not be allowed to anger the nobles participating in the ceremony on the Green Willow Dike.

The helpless people could only sit on the ground, crying helplessly, and praying to the heavens, begging the Sanshui Goddess to help them through this difficult time. They were looking forward to the appearance of a savior...

There are also wise and righteous heroes who know who is the real source. They have also tried to climb the Green Willow Bank and assassinate the person who caused all this...

however.

In this era, there are really too few such heroes. As soon as they appeared, they were suppressed by the powerful strength of the Giant Whale Gang and could not cause any trouble at all.

after all.

No one would die here in vain. They are stupid, but they deserve respect. Like some people six hundred years ago...

When corpses were laid out before him.

The crying people also stopped crying, their eyes were dull, and their hearts... were truly cold as ice.

It is colder than the wind on March 3rd, and colder than the water.

The cold wind is like a knife.

Compared with the sad crowd under the Green Willow Bank, it is not cold on the Green Willow Bank at this time.

There were crowds of people and it was extremely lively.

Figures gathered around the three-meter-tall statue of King Fukuzen, with lights and decorations hung and fireworks released to celebrate today's grand festival.

The situation of the lower-class people does not seem to affect the wealthy, powerful, and gang members in the upper class.

And at this time.

Under the statue of King Fuzeen, a three-meter-high platform has been set up. As the governor of Minjiang River, Liu Zhenghe, on behalf of the people, offered sacrifices to the heavens, offering three kinds of animals, wine and meat to the Three Water Goddesses.

At last.

This is how we pray to King Fu Ze En for good weather and a safe and smooth construction period.

Bang bang bang~~
Bunches of fireworks rose into the air.

The prefect Liu Zhenghe finally completed the sacrifice to heaven and began to offer sacrifices to the Three Water Goddesses to pray for the people of Minjiang River.

This is what he does every year.

But today's ceremony seems quite ironic.

In the spacious meeting place.

The viewing platform is divided into one area after another.

Xu Hailong sat at the head of the Giant Whale Gang, and next to him was a woman in a yellow shawl wearing a veil, who looked like the setting sun, full of melancholy. There were also many famous masters of the Giant Whale Gang and masters of Gang Qi, making the lineup the most powerful and luxurious.

Liang Ping and Su Yu from Badaomen, the usually low-key special envoy of King Cangzhou, a young man with gloomy eyes, celebrities and noble families from all walks of life in Minjiang Prefecture, as well as the leaders of gangs in various cities in Minjiang, all gathered here.

But the most eye-catching thing was the stunning figure behind the curtain opposite the Giant Whale Gang.

Many young people in the martial arts world couldn't help but glance there. Even though they couldn't see the face of Princess Cangzhou, just the graceful figure revealed by the occasional veil made people swallow their saliva subconsciously.

"What's going on down there?"

Xu Hailong retracted his gaze and sat upright on the mahogany chair. He listened to the report from his subordinates: "Master, the people who caused the trouble have been dealt with, and those rabble who came from unknown places have also been killed. No one survived."

"Ah."

Xu Hailong nodded slightly and asked, "How is the hidden chess arrangement?"

"Twenty Gangqi Realm warriors and three hundred Leiyin warriors have all been deployed in place."

"it is good!"

Xu Hailong finally nodded with satisfaction.

He has laid a net, waiting for the target fish to enter the net. He believes that as long as Song Lin is not dead, he will definitely come today!

"Why hasn't Senior Brother come yet?"

On the other side, the young girl Su Yu was wearing a white dress with green leaves dotted on it, looking elegant and refined. But at this moment, she was looking up at the green willow bank with a somewhat anxious look on her face.

It has been a month since we last saw each other.

She missed her senior brother more and more. Before returning to Ba Dao Sect, she just wanted to take one more look at him, even if it was just for one glance.

"He should...come."

Liang Ping looked a little strange. He was thinking about something, which made him hesitate, so that the trip to leave Minjiang Prefecture and return to Badaomen was delayed until now.

at the same time.

A figure slowly walked towards the green willow embankment from several miles away.

He was dressed in black, with a solemn and murderous temperament and his eyes were sparkling white. He looked like a swordsman about to go to a decisive battle, or like the group of righteous men who were ready to die.

suddenly.

There was a commotion beneath the green willow embankment.

"I am Lin Xiu, the old man, and I am writing a petition to all the people. My Lord Governor, My Lady Princess, this trade fair and the floating palace cannot be built! They absolutely cannot be built... It will take three years to build, and how many people will be killed!"

An old scholar with great reputation in Minjiang Prefecture, with a group of famous scholars and upright people, waved a piece of yellow paper with countless bloody handprints in his hand, trying to lead his people to break through the interception of the Giant Whale Gang and rush to the Green Willow Dike.

"It's Master Lin!"

"It's Mr. Xiu Yu!"

"We are saved, hurry up, follow the old man!"

The people under the dam, who were already in despair, seemed to have seen a savior at this moment and joined the crowd.

For a while.

This group of people actually seemed to be gaining momentum.
The Giant Whale Gang disciples drew their long swords one after another and pointed them directly at the people who were about to pounce on them, with the blades flashing with a cold light.

"Old man, if you want to die, get out of here."

"Whoever dares to take another step forward will be killed on the spot!"

"Do you really dare to come?"

"Break his legs for me!"

"what--"

One, two, three... In a short time, more than a dozen people fell in a pool of blood. The remaining people looked dazed, as if they couldn't believe that they dared to do such a cruel thing.

despair.

Even the old scholar Lin Xiu, who thought he had stirred up public sentiment and could influence the will of those nobles to a certain extent, stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, his eyes full of regret.

These people all died because of him!
Giant Whale Gang... How could you! How dare you!

"what!!"

The old man held his head in agony, his originally neat hair was disheveled, and the blood-stained book in his hand, which was stamped by all the people, fell powerlessly into the wind, staining half a page of blood on the ground.

suddenly.

The old man with disheveled hair pushed away the Giant Whale Gang disciple in front of him and rushed up to the Green Willow Bank desperately.

"Puchi~~" A bloody long knife pierced out from behind him.

The old man slowly lowered his head, then looked back at the figures behind him with dim eyes, and fell down weakly.

Until his death, he never got to see the noble adults in his heart.

He was wrong.

The mistake is to trust too much in the kindness in people’s hearts.

It is also wrong to think that one can change the will of those "experts" by claiming to be smart and thinking that by inciting the people and swaying public opinion, one can really change the will of those "experts".

As it turned out, of course, he was wrong.

How wrong!

As the old master Lin Xiu fell, everyone's eyes became completely dim. The hundreds of meters high green willow embankment seemed to have become an abyss that they could never climb in their lifetime.

At this time... who can save them? No one.

Da da~~
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind the crowd.

The footsteps were clearly small and steady, but to everyone's ears, they sounded as clear as thunder.

"Who?"

"Who's coming?"

The crowd subconsciously separated.

A young man dressed in black and wearing a ghost mask on his face walked slowly through the crowd, holding a black knife.

'It's him? ’

"It's the Ghost Hand Blade - Feng Ting."

The masters of the Giant Whale Gang, both in the light and in the dark, breathed a sigh of relief.

at the same time.

The unusual movement below also attracted the attention of some people on the Green Willow Bank. Xu Hailong, Liang Ping, Su Yu, the special envoy of the Cangzhou King, and the mysterious Cangzhou Princess, all cast curious glances here.

But the ghost hand sword Feng Ting walked into the arena, and stopped beside the old master. Then he bent down and picked up the Book of All Peoples on the ground.

"Mr. Xiu Yu?"

"You scholars all seem to like to add the word 'stupid' in your nicknames. But do you really understand what stupidity is? People like you are worthy of cultivating stupidity!" Hiss~~ He actually tore up the Book of All Peoples with one hand.

In front of everyone.

Pieces of paper were flying everywhere.

The last glimmer of hope in the eyes of the people was completely shattered.

ridiculous!

They were originally in the same group. How could this person... help them?
"Oh my God, who can help us..." An old fisherman from Xinmen Town sat on the ground, looking at the vast river, and couldn't help crying. It seemed that he saw the tragedy of six hundred years ago, which was about to happen to them.

Tap tap~~The sound of firm and powerful footsteps.

The young swordsman holding a black knife walked towards the green willow embankment.

Everyone is looking at him.

Xu Hailong smiled, the girl Su Yu's eyes sparkled, Liang Ping looked slightly relieved. Seeing Feng Ting's behavior, he seemed to be relieved.

Bang bang bang~~
Another bunch of fireworks rose into the sky.

Liu Zhenghe, the governor of Minjiang, completed the sacrifice to Sanshui Niangniang, replaced a new batch of sacrificial offerings, and began to worship the most important deity of the day - King Fuze En.

The governor of Minjiang six hundred years ago, Chen Guzhou, laid the foundation for the prosperity of Minjiang Prefecture in later generations.

In front of the tall sculpture.

Liu Zhenghe looked up with reverence in his eyes, and a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He has been waiting for this day.

I've been waiting for a long, long time!
As the governor of the Minjiang River, he naturally respected Chen Guzhou, who had made great contributions six hundred years ago and was remembered by history. Now, he finally waited for this opportunity!

A chance to live forever!
at the same time.

Sitting on the Giant Whale Gang leader's seat, Xu Hailong also had a bright smile on his face.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time and had been planning for it for a long time.

The Giant Whale Gang, the Minjiang Prefecture, the King of Cangzhou... Everyone thought they had benefited. In fact, they were all tools in his hands. When he discovered the secrets under the water eye, this vast Three Rivers and Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers... No one could stop him from reaching the top!
That's when.

A figure dressed in black came to the three-meter-tall statue of King Fukuzen and looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar stone statue.

It gazes into the distance, as if taking in the entire Minjiang River Prefecture, Huangluan, Baipingdu and Hongliu Beach. It looks like it is holding its hands up, still so aloof and lofty.

Six hundred years ago, he was so annoying.

Six hundred years later, he's still so annoying!
Clang——

A black knife suddenly slashed across the green willow bank.

The blade flashed through the air, passing over the smug expression on the face of Liu Zhenghe, the governor of Minjiang River. Suddenly, it rose up again, passing over the three-meter-high stone statue of King Fuzeen, whose head stood proudly.

Boom~~The head of the stone statue fell from a height of three meters, causing the ground to rise up into the air and making everyone on the Green Willow Bank tremble in their hearts.

unexpected.

Shock.

When they turned their necks stiffly and looked at the hand that was holding the long knife.

Only then did I realize that the firm and powerful hand seemed to be stained with a trace of bright red blood.

That blood belonged to the people who died tragically under the Green Willow Bank.

And the owner of this hand... is a young man dressed in black, with a ghost mask on his face, and holding a sword towards the sky.

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