Chapter 1237: The death of Zhang Jincheng (1)

The arrival of Zhang Bairen, the members of the Li Clan certainly didn't have a good face. Zhang Bairen fell in love with the Li Clan over the years, and from where Li Xiuning began, this Liangzi has been formed.
After all, Li Xiuning married another woman, and Zhang Bairen was not the obscure little governor back then.
Seeing that Li Shimin was going to lead him to the Li Family's big tent, Zhang Bairen said: "No need, just take me to see the corpse of the Fourth Young Master."
Hearing this, Li Shimin did not hesitate, and directly led Zhang Bairen to the coffin: "Open the lid!"
Li Shimin's prestige in the Li family army has begun to show up, and the soldier opened the coffin without saying a word, revealing a dark Li Yuanba.
Looking at Li Yuanba who had been carbonized, Zhang Bairen sighed slightly, and his thoughts of refining it into a drought faded in an instant.
That heavenly thunder coupled with the power of Zhuxian Jianqi was beyond his expectations.
"Be careful!"
Seeing Zhang Bairen stretch out his hand to touch Li Yuanba, Li Shimin hurriedly said.
Zhang Bairen smiled, his fingers only touched lightly, and his skin had turned into black powder.
Carbonized!
"I'm afraid this person is out of help!" As he said, Zhang Bairen took out the little merman beads from his sleeve and handed it to Li Shimin: "I want information about Fantasy Dao and my mother."
Intelligence Li Shimin had been prepared for a long time, stretched out his hand and handed it up: "I will try my best to collect all the follow-up intelligence."
Zhang Bairen was noncommittal and accepted the information handed over by Li Shimin.
Opening the wooden slip handed by Li Shimin, Zhang Bairen stood watching. Secretly looking at Li Shimin and Chunguijun, I don't know how they used to bring Li Yuanba back to life.
People have been carbonized, they have died in the same way, materials have been transformed, and Zhang Bairen does not know how to survive.
Li Shimin took the Little Mermaid Pearl with a trembling palm, and then handed it to Chungui Jun: "Everything is up, Mr. Lao."
The mana flowed in Chunguijun’s hand, a green branch slowly stretched out, and Zhang Bairen was stunned, the green branch ran across Li Yuanba’s body, and there was a burst of vitality in Li Yuanba’s body, which was absorbed into the little murloc beads Inside.
"Little Fishman Pearl lends you to you for three years!" Zhang Bairen looked at Li Shimin and gave Chunguijun a meaningful look, and he had already found out Chunguijun's heels.
Looking at Zhang Bairen's leaving back, Chun Guijun looked solemnly and said: "I don't know why, Zhang Bairen always gives me a feeling of deja vu."
"Where did the husband see him before?" Li Shimin asked in doubt, his palms tightly clenched the little murloc beads.
Chunguijun bowed his head solemnly: "I can't remember! I always feel that I missed something important."
At this time, Zhang Jinzhen, Hao Xiaode, Sun Xuanya, Gao Shida, Yang Gongqing and others plundered Hebei and slaughtered counties and counties;
Zhang Bairen could hardly make a cruise. Since he came to the Central Plains, he was about to check the troubled times of the Sui Dynasty, but he was shocking to see.
It's really shocking!
The gangsters are not good or bad, they do not distinguish between men and women, old and young, and they kill indiscriminately. The men rob them and make cannon fodder.
Originally, the chaos in the late Sui Dynasty was caused by the people's inability to live, but now, with the passage of time, the killing continues, people have gradually become insensitive, and the good people have long lost their humanity and turned into real bandits! The real only knows to kill bandits.
conscience?
human nature?
In this chaotic society where people cannibalize, everyone is living precariously.
There are countless counter-thiefs, the generals of the Sui Dynasty are in turmoil, tired of running, and all generals have been defeated.
You can't kill!
Endless to kill!
The bandits are the good people, and the good people are the root of the bandits. Can you kill all those good people?
People walking by the river, how can they not wet their shoes. Generals who fight frequently will die sooner or later. The generals of the Great Sui Dynasty were killed one after another. Only Hu Benzhong Lang, the king of Pucheng, and Yang Shanhui from Chenghuayin, Qinghe County, had the merits. Yang Shanhui fought more than 700 thieves before and after, and was not defeated.
More than 700 battles, this is definitely the only wonderful work in the chaotic Great Sui. Although most of the chaotic bandits are not weathered today, and there is a lot of moisture in these more than 700 battles, Yang Shanhui’s reputation as a hundred battles and victorious is indeed out. .
Although the Great Sui was defeated, there were still heroes who rose to the end, extinguishing the flames for the Great Sui, and worked hard to continue the vitality of the Great Sui.
"It's another troubled world!" Zhen Mi appeared next to Zhang Bairen, looking at the battlefield of the distant war, the smell of blood rose to the sky, and a touch of emotion appeared in her eyes.
"People in troubled times are not as good as pigs and dogs!" Zhang Bairen sighed, looking at the number, it was Yang Shanhui's.
Zhang Bairen did not intervene, but continued to walk towards the distance.
After a little meditation, Zhang Bairen took out a secret report: "This Yang Shanhui seems to be Yang Guang's cousin! It seems that your Majesty is not without layout."
"How does today's chaotic world ~EbookFREE.me~ compare to the Three Kingdoms?" Zhang Bairen looked at Zhen Mi.
Zhen Mi sighed slightly, and then said: "The governor laughed. Although the Yellow Turban thief is powerful, it does not harm the people. The great wise teacher is the Taoist and true, and will naturally constrain his subordinates. Now this troubled world is unchecked, and the bandits have lost their restraint. , It’s the people who suffer."
Zhang Bairen pursed his lips and continued to walk away.
A burst of boiling sound of crying father and mother came from afar, accompanied by the woman's cry, the man's angry roar, and the bursts of wanton and dissolute sneer laughter, Zhang Bairen stopped and turned to the cry Walk around.
The fire has ignited the village, blood is flowing into a river, and the smell of blood drifts into a radius of more than a dozen miles along the breeze.
A group of bandits in disorganized formations slaughtered with scimitars in their hands, and the innocent young and old were turned into powder, and the blue shape that was about to rise was cut in half.
The woman was struggling on the ground, and the surrounding bandits exuded a dark smile, tearing the woman's clothes constantly.
The screams actually stimulated the bandits' interest even more.
Dao Guanghuo, a five or six-year-old child was crying, his head had fallen to the ground.
The old man in his sixties turned into a two-legged sheep, stripped naked and thrown into the pot.
What is the difference between the Chinese and Turkic people?
The method of injuring one's own robes is even worse than that of Turks.
The bandits were really killed and burned.
Zhang Bairen clenched his fists, the murderous intent flowed in his eyes, the next moment he shot out with a palm, and the whole body was exuding golden light, and he rushed towards the bandit.
"boom!"
A palm fell, and the bandit turned into ashes.
Zhang Bairen turned into a vague shadow, which was unclear at all. Ashes were scattered everywhere he passed.
With a dozen or so breaths, the bandits of a thousand people have all been turned into ashes, only the leader sitting on the horse blankly, has been frightened.