The moon is dark, the wind is high and the clouds are heavy.
At the edge of the eastern sky, thunder could be seen faintly rising and extinguishing.
A heavy rain is coming and the night is dark.
It was already curfew time, and every house in the city had already closed its doors, but the west gate of Pingye was quietly opened. A pair of city soldiers were guarding the soldiers' cave next to the door. The leader was a big man covered in armor. It was this Pingye
Hundreds of households in Fusi, Yezhen, Chengliang met Yan Xinglie during the day.
Russia.
Amidst the chaotic and intensive sound of horse hooves, more than a hundred knights were seen filing in with open fire weapons.
This group of people dressed in different clothes are not officers and soldiers, but they don't look like thieves.
Although there are many warriors with ferocious faces and swords and guns among them, there are more Fangshu people wearing cassocks, Taoist robes and colorful clothes.
If there was an old Jianghu present, such as Liu Laodao, he would probably turn around and run away immediately after just one glance.
The dwarf lying behind a knight was ridiculously short, but the knight in front of him and the horse beneath him were stiff and rigid in his movements. The skin exposed outside the armor was faintly revealed when illuminated by the fire.
The metal glowed, clearly not a living person, but an iron corpse refined by magic.
Could this dwarf be the "grave-sitting boy" from Xiangxi?
The rider next to him was holding a copper lamp in his hand. Instead of emitting any light, he sucked in all the light around him. Under the ring of fire, this person's place was a bit darker than the surroundings. In the haze, he could only see
A long, thin figure sat silently on the saddle.
This must be the notorious "strange shadow" in Huaiyin.
On the other side, a great monk was sitting on the saddle with his breasts exposed, holding a disheveled woman in his arms. The woman's waist was slender and wrapped around the monk like a snake. She had a beautiful appearance, but her mouth was a bit sharp.
From time to time, it made a "hissing" sound that sounded like a snake's cry. It turned out to be a Qingcheng woman. Then this monk must be Monk Beifeng who loves all kinds of banshees.
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Counting them down one by one, they were either gangsters running rampant in the green forest or notorious monks from the left. In short, they were all figures on the Zhenfu Division's reward list.
Although they were all surly characters, they acted in a very orderly manner. They rushed into the city and made no noise in the countryside. They just dispersed on the spot, vaguely guarding a young man who looked like a prince from a wealthy family in the middle.
"The villain becomes a beam and pays homage to the envoy Zuo."
Cheng Liang came out of the crowd, took a few steps forward, and then prostrated himself on the ground from a distance.
However.
What was waiting was an embarrassing silence. Then there were a few faint sneers, and even a knight deliberately rode past his head.
Cheng Liang's expression changed, but since he had betrayed the traitor and betrayed his friends for glory, he could not tolerate this humiliation. Therefore, he became more and more low-down, like a dog wagging its tail begging for food.
This respect finally earned him the favor of his "master".
The young man known as "Zuo Shi" winked, and an old man following him stepped out from the crowd, dismounted and helped Cheng Liang up.
"Master Chengxiang has been able to achieve such great achievements not long after he joined the religion. It's really embarrassing for me, an old man like me."
Cheng Liang quickly got off the donkey along the slope, cupped his hands and said:
"You don't dare to take credit for doing things for me."
The old man laughed and said a few times, "You are to be feared," then he calmed down and asked about Yan Xinglie's situation.
"That Yan Xinglie was deceived into a house by me. He was afraid that I would teach him something, so he didn't dare to go out for a moment. In the name of protection, the villain has sent people to monitor him. So far, there has been no abnormal movement."
Cheng Liangfang explained the situation here one by one, but a questioning voice came in from beside him.
"I heard that the bearded thief has a Taoist priest beside him. I don't know if your subordinates were fooled by illusions."
Cheng Liang glanced sideways and saw that he was a man of both genders wearing rouge and colorful clothes. His face showed undisguised contempt and hatred. He thought for a moment and remembered that there was a flower picker named Sang Chong in the White Lotus Sect.
, Haotiao turned into a woman and sneaked into people's backyards to rape women. Later, he was caught by the Zhenfu Bureau, and was tortured when he was imprisoned to extract a confession. Presumably, he was the one who passed by on horseback just now. Why was he released again?
His expression remained unchanged, he just raised his hands and explained:
"I've got the talisman weapon under my command. Whether it's illusion or escape, there's no way to hide it."
The man was still about to speak, but was interrupted by the old man.
"Using Fanzi's methods to deal with Fanzi, wonderful, wonderful..."
The old man stroked his beard and praised a few words.
"Cheng Xiangzhu."
"My subordinate is here."
"You are the landowner of Pingye. Do you have any good tips you can teach me this time?"
"The church members brought by Zuo Envoy are all highly capable people. This action must be unswerving, but..."
He changed the subject.
"Yan Xinglie is an old man in the army. If he rides forward on horseback, he will inevitably disturb the grass and startle snakes. It is better to dismount and sneak away, and then surround him heavily. If so..."
"Yan Xinglie cannot escape even if he has wings!"
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"Boom".
Pale lightning cut through the sky, and the heavy rain swept this small corner of Pingye City like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
More than a hundred people were hiding under the eaves, standing in the street, or crouching on the tile roofs, like a big net surrounding a small courtyard.
The people in the small courtyard were not at rest. Some dim candlelight shone through the windows, reflecting two silhouettes, as if they were drinking at the opposite table.
"Brother Yan, you have no chance of escaping this time. Why don't you hand over the Saint and let him be captured? Why bother with that Taoist and risk his life in vain?"
Cheng Liang wiped the rain off his face, but there was no response from the yard, only the silhouettes on the window panes were still looking at each other indifferently.
"Elder."
The left ambassador Bai Lian finally couldn't bear to speak. Previously, he was afraid of accidentally hurting the saint in the house, so he asked Cheng Liang to persuade him to surrender after the siege was formed. Now looking at this situation, Yan Xinglie was determined to resist despite the weight.
So he had no choice but... He made a gesture... and sent someone to go in first to test it out.
After receiving the order, the old man looked around the field, but was shocked to find that everyone around him had moved their eyes away in unison, apparently fearing that he would be hit.
It seems that this group of people are all famous masters. One of them competes with others and they are eccentric and violent. If there is no Zuo envoy to control the formation, how can they be kneaded together? I never imagined...
"Yan Xinglie's majesty is here!"
The old man sighed and turned his attention to Cheng Liang.
Cheng Liangpi smiled but said "Old bastard" secretly, and then turned his eyes to the only subordinate beside him.
The subordinate looked stunned for a moment, then glanced around, but his face fell. They were originally assigned to monitor the yard, but just now they were dismissed as incompetent, and everyone else was driven away, except for him.
This general flag was retained.
"grown ups."
He was also on duty in the Zhenfu Division, so he didn't know Yan Xinglie's reputation. He raised his head to beg Cheng Liang, but he was met with a face that was pale by lightning, like an evil ghost.
He shivered.
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The unlucky general flag trembled and stood in front of the door. The wooden door in front of him seemed to be made of steel and iron, and it seemed to be extremely heavy. He hesitated for a long time, but did not push it open.
He glanced back furtively.
At the gate of the courtyard, his superior, Ping Ye, had gathered hundreds of households in the Fusi Department. He slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist. The meaning was self-evident.
That’s all, dying early or dying late is a death.
Zong Qi gritted his teeth and rushed through the door.
"ah!"
A thunderclap accompanied by screams.
In the pale light of lightning, Cheng Liang pulled out his waist knife with a choke; the old man pointed at the wound and moved slightly; the bronze lamp in the hand of the strange shadow shone brightly; the boy sitting on the tomb retreated deeper into the shadow, leaving only his iron
The corpse knight's pupils are scarlet...
Even the left envoy Bai Lian held the fan bone in his hand so loudly that he gave an order for everyone to forcefully break in.
But the general flag stumbled out again.
Cheng Liang stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out to the courtyard.
"What's going on inside?"
The commander-in-chief looked strange.
"dummy."
"What?"
"Ran."
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The Bailian cultivators who broke into the house seemed to disturb "Li Changan" and "Yan Xinglie" who were drinking with empty cups. They turned their heads, and on their strangely white cheeks, the two bright blushes were particularly dazzling.
and ridicule.
Cheng Liang was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was shock, anger or fear, so he just drew out his knife and slashed at him randomly.
After a few moments, there were only two paper figures floating on a pile of broken wood.
The two people actually staged a golden cicada's escape under his nose.
Angrily, he glanced around the room and saw a linen bag lying in the corner.
With unfounded hope, he stepped forward and untied the bag, only to find an old man with a smelly body tied up inside. His eyes were protruding and his face was ashen, obviously he had been dead for a long time.
"Where are the people?!"
The looks from the White Lotus cultists behind him made Cheng Liang feel stabbed in his back. Before his own neck was pulled away for questioning, Cheng Liang grabbed the unlucky general flag first.
"Where did it go?!"
"Sir, I really haven't seen Yan Xinglie coming or going. Not to mention him, there are only a few people passing by, including Wu Erlang who sells cooking cakes, and the cow smell who collects manure..."
Poor Commander-in-Chief was so frightened that he could not speak coherently.
"...There is also a sheep dealer. His sheep are so big that they are almost as big as a cow!"