The moon gradually moved from the eastern sky to the west, sinking towards the dark horizon at the end of the field of vision.
As the night progresses, bits and pieces of fog gather in the city on the river bank.
It was foggy and cold at night, and a small fire always had to be lit under the bridge beside the water to dissipate the humidity. Every day before going to bed, Xue Jin had to limp around with his sick leg to pick up things.
Wood, firewood, and there are not many trees in Jiangning City. Nowadays, three religions and nine streams gather together, internal and external trade, and logistics are chaotic. This matter has become increasingly difficult and difficult.
After falling asleep, I was always worried that the flame would gradually go out, so I got up to add more firewood. Later, I was too tired after all, and fell into sleep. In my dream, I saw many of my family members who were still alive.
His wife, several concubines, children at home, and Yueniang were also there. It wasn’t long before he redeemed her from the brothel...
He saw them in his dream. They were gathered around the table, in the house, preparing to eat, and the child was riding a bamboo horse. He smiled and wanted to talk to them, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. He was always worried about something.
Looking back, the black crowd surged up, and stones hit him on the head, making a buzzing sound. Women and children were knocked over in a pool of blood, and they were beaten to death... He was lying in the corner.
Inside, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting: "I have beaten the demon in the head, I have beaten the demon in the heart..." The curious people kept him.
After that...
... He woke up from the chill. The sky was gray and gray, and morning mist lingered on the waterway not far away.
Xue Jin was in a daze for a while, recalling their faces and the faces of their children in the dream. Over the past few days, every time he recalled this, it was like his heart was being ripped out of his body.
The pain made him cover his head every time and wanted to cry loudly, but considering Yueniang lying beside him, he just showed a wailing look and held his head, not letting it make a sound.
Those memories were actually becoming more and more blurry. More often, he could only feel the pain surging in his mind. It seemed that the pain had gradually turned into a concrete image, replacing everyone in his mind...
…
Wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, he turned around and began to carefully add firewood to the embers of the fire. Yueniang lay on the side, sleeping heavily.
On the day when people under the banner of "King of Yama" rushed to the stage, Yueniang was dragged into a nearby alley because she was young and beautiful, but because of this, she was lucky enough to survive after being humiliated.
When Jin found her... no one could tell whether these things, this kind of life, were good or bad things. Her mind was already insane and her body was extremely weak. Every time Xue Jin looked at her, he would feel tormented in his heart.
But he still had to take a closer look at her every time. He saw that her chest was rising and falling slightly, her lips were open, and she was exhaling weak breaths. These marks had to be seen clearly, but they could tell him that she was still alive.
of.
Every day he lives, he has to suffer a day, but other than living like this, he doesn't know what to do. He knows that Yueniang's suffering is even worse than him, but if she passes away, what will this world mean to him?
There is really nothing left.
He lit a fire and used the corner of his eye to confirm the fact that Yueniang was still alive, so today, there were still not many changes... He remembered last night, last night was August 15th, and there had been fireworks, so this morning,
Maybe he could beg for slightly better food - he wasn't sure about this, but in the past, when the world was relatively peaceful, beggars seemed to be like this...
After putting a few firewood into the fire, Xue Jin looked beyond Yueniang's body. He saw in a daze that something seemed to be placed on the other side of Yueniang's body.
He slowly crawled over there, and finally found that they were some medicines wrapped in paper. There were ten packages of these medicines, with the number of times per day written on them. They were used for Yueniang to drink to regulate her body.
of.
Last night, someone seemed to have come under the bridge, looked at Yueniang's condition, and left these things behind.
Xue Jin got up from the ground, limped under the bridge, and walked around at a loss for a moment, and then walked out. His body was trembling, and he looked in different directions, but there was confusion on both sides. He
He muttered "Ah, ah" in a low voice and wanted to speak. However, the hit on his head prevented him from organizing appropriate words smoothly. For a while, he walked around in circles beside the bridge hole in the mist in a daze for a long time.
, I couldn’t say anything...
…
In the early morning, Ning Ji had already found out the way.
He started from the Su family's old house and trotted towards the Qinhuai River.
This is what my father did back then. If you repeat this a few times, you may be able to find the place where Grandpa Qin set up the chess stall and the small building by the river where Aunt Zhu and Aunt Jin lived.
At his age, although he is curious about his parents' life back then, there are limits to it. But now that he has arrived in Jiangning, he doesn't have much specific purpose. At the moment, he is just doing something like this and connecting everything together.
In this process, you may naturally be able to find your next goal.
The milky white morning fog is like mountains and mazes, swimming leisurely in the city with the breeze. Without the embarrassing vistas, Jiangning in the fog seems to have briefly returned to the past.
It was still too early, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. When I ran to the bank of the Qinhuai River, I saw the mist flowing on the calm water. As I ran forward, the eaves and outlines of the houses gradually "moved" through the mist.
"Coming out, it's like a big ship floating on the water.
This peaceful scene is only short-lived. After running for a while, you can feel the incongruity in the city: there is no sound of chickens and dogs, such living creatures in the city have become extinct. On both sides of the road, there are originally planted trees.
Most of the trees by the river have been cut down, and some only leave tree stumps that are too difficult to dig. Many tents are set up beside the road. Sometimes you can hear coughing in the mist, and someone rises next to the tent in the early morning.
He lit the fire to resist the heavy moisture.
He ran along the dilapidated road by the river for a while, almost stepping into a muddy puddle, but he heard strange music coming to his ears.
After walking forward for a while, strange people and flags appeared from the front in the mist. Some were blowing trumpets and some were playing flutes. Many people in the team were dressed in strange clothes, like gods in the sky or people in the underworld.
Yin Cha - This is a group of pilgrims under the banner of "King of Chakravartin". They started their procession early in the morning. After Lin Echan arrived in Jiangning, the number of these believers became more and more numerous. Ning Ji knew that they
Now it is very arrogant and is competing with the other four companies for territory.
He ran to the side and stood, weighing the quality of these people. The people in the team were humming and reciting some random scriptures such as "The Sutra of the Coming of the Ming King", and there was a guy dressed as a glaring Vajra who was singing and dancing around.
When he passed by, he stared at him. Ning Ji curled his lips, it's better for you to have your wits about you. Don't care about it like a fool.
There were probably more than a hundred people in this team, and they should be collecting believers along the way. Ning Ji watched them pass by, and after walking for a while, there was a faint sound in the fog.
"Wow……"
"There is a pit here..."
"where……"
"Be careful..."
puff--
"Don't step on me..."
"Your mother..."
After a chaotic sound, the music gradually returned to the sound of trumpets and flutes.
Ning Ji laughed like a pig.
As he walked forward again, he had no idea where there might be a chess stall or where there might be a small building. Maybe his father ran in the other direction every morning, but that was certainly not a big problem. He ran again.
After a while, one could gradually see a ruined house that had been burned by fire - this was probably an area where the military disaster after the city was broken was relatively serious. On the road ahead by the river, there were several figures warming themselves up by the fire, and some people were warming themselves by the fire.
While poking around with a long stick, he caught something.
Seeing Ning Ji slowly running towards him, someone stood up and stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Which... is a mountain..."
This man had cavities, and he stretched the word "which" very long, which was very charming. Ning Ji knew that this was the other person telling him about Jianghu, and the correct sentence was usually a poem. The man in front of him seemed to see his kind face, so he casually said
asked.
"You're not allowed to pass here?" Ning Ji looked ahead. The road by the river was desolate, with a few tents pitched there. He didn't want to go there anyway.
Someone came over and stopped him from behind.
"This little brother is well dressed. Who is the son of a young man? He is nowhere to be found."
"Is this also called dressing well?"
Ning Ji stared and tugged at the patched clothes on his body.
"I think your shoes are pretty good..." The man in front smiled, "You're probably a kid..."
With a loud bang, the body of the man blocking the road flew backwards like a cannonball. His body rolled on the road, and then crashed into the pile of burning bonfires. In the mist, the sky was filled with firewood branches.
It exploded violently, and the flames flew out.
At this moment, Ning Ji kicked him hard in the stomach with almost all his strength.
On the road ahead, the flag of "Abi Yuantu", one of the "Seven Killers" under "King Yama", was waving slightly.
Ning Ji's eyes were cold, his steps fell to the ground, and he tilted his head.
The man who stopped him at the back was startled for a moment, and then he suddenly drew his sword, "Wow--" a sound echoed through the morning mist.
He took a step forward, and Ning Ji took a step back, turned around, and grabbed the knife in his hand. The back of the cast-iron knife was swung against the man's forehead. The man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
, the rest of the people had already charged over, and the person at the front also transformed into a rolling gourd with a bang, dispersing the nearby fog.
Beside this section of the river, the mist became crazy. Some people were beaten into the ruins of the fire scene nearby, and some rushed into the Qinhuai River. There was a splash in the mist, and some people knocked open the tent, and screams and shouts rang out nearby.
, a figure crawled backwards on the ground.
"Who are you... If you have the guts to leave your name! If you have the guts to leave your name... I, the 'King of Yama', will not spare you! I will search the ends of the world and I will kill you and your whole family -"
Ning Ji walked forward with the knife in his hand. He saw a ragged woman and a child crawling out of the tent in front of her. The woman also had a knife in her hand, as if she wanted to fight with the others against the powerful enemy. Ning Ji looked at it with cold eyes.
All of this, the pace stopped right here.
He glanced around, watching some people crawling out of the ruins, and some still rolling on the ground, wailing. He walked aside, picked up a burning stick from the ground, and walked to the "Abi Yuantu"
Under the flagpole, he chopped down the flagpole with a knife, then stretched out a wooden stick and started to light a fire.
Seeing this scene, the people around were wailing again. It was actually not easy for them to get this flag that they could fly openly in Jiangning City, but they didn't expect that their territory had not yet grown, and they encountered such evil things.
Just a star demon.
"Go back and tell your father that from now on, if I see you doing evil again, I will kill every one I see!"
"If I don't change my name when I'm walking, or if I don't change my surname when I sit down, I'll just call him Long! Ao! Tian!"
The flames caught the flag and then burst into flames.
…
When more "King of Yama" troops came over, Ning Ji had already turned around and ran away.
The aura of "Long Aotian" in his mouth was not strong enough. The most important thing was that he shouldn't have said "I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname" in the first place. After saying this, I suddenly felt guilty, so I turned around and reflected.
I have said this several times. I can no longer say this seriously, so I will just retaliate against Long Aotian.
But no matter what, his handsome name is finally going to make his mark in the world!
This was the first day that his "Martial Arts Leader" Long Aotian began to dominate the world!
That's right, he has already thought of a nickname, which is called "Martial Arts Alliance Leader". If others have any objections, he will say that his sect is called "Martial Arts Alliance". As the leader of the Wulin Alliance, wouldn't it be very reasonable to call him the "Martial Arts Alliance Leader"?
Things. No one can refute this at that time. It’s very interesting to think about it.
Of course, the main reason why he acted so violently before was not to become famous, but because he needed to unleash some of the anger he had accumulated after seeing Xue Jin and the women around him last night.
Before coming to Jiangning, he first thought about killing He Wen, a big fool. Of course, this ideal of life, which belongs to a stage, is not forced to be killed. And along the way, he also followed "
The "Baofeng Hao" shit baby was in trouble, and he thought about killing the "Monkey King" Li Jiafeng who was inextricably related to the Great Light Sect. But at this moment, it was this person under the command of "King of Yama" Zhou Shang.
One group of people in particular aroused his anger.
If there is a chance, kill Zhou Shang, or kill a few of his so-called "Seven Killers". After all, no one will be innocent.
But outside of this, it belongs to the category where Long Aotian became famous.
He thought about the young monk he met outside the city.
After a while, the young monk heard the name of "Martial Arts Leader" Long Aotian in the city, and he would be particularly shocked, because he didn't know that he had martial arts at all. Hehehe, until we meet again one day, we must
Let him kowtow and call him big brother...
After a while, his father heard the name of Long Aotian in the southwest, and he would know what achievements he had made when he came out to run around in the world. Of course, he might also hear the name "Sun Wukong" and know what kind of achievements he had made.
I asked someone to take him back, but accidentally caught him by mistake...
Hahahahahaha——
With his hands on his waist, Ning Ji laughed silently for a while on the road in the morning mist. Since there were countless people sleeping on the roadside not far away from the mist, he did not dare to really laugh out loud.
The sound comes.
The big devil's ravages are about to begin, and the world will be troubled from now on... (Long Aotian notes in his heart)
…
The morning light dissipated the thick fog, and the wind pushed away the waves, making the city a little brighter. At the west gate of the city, the little monk holding a rice bowl entered the city at the earliest opportunity and stood at the door of each breakfast shop.
Start alms.
In fact, he still had some silver coins in his pocket, which were left for him by his master for emergencies when he separated from him. There were not many silver coins, so the young monk saved them very stingily, and would only spend them when he was really hungry.
A little above. The Fat Master actually doesn't care what method he uses to obtain money. He can kill, rob, beg, or even beg, but the important thing is that these things must be solved by himself.
At this moment, he really missed the little brother Long he met the day before yesterday. It would be great if someone could treat him to roast duck...
Besides, I don’t know what’s going on with Master in the city right now.
However, after a while, when he was half-dissolved in a bowl of gruel in front of a "Chakravartin King" charity platform, he also heard the message about Master...
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South of the city, Dongsheng Inn.
"Look for Chen San."
The figure disguised as a man walked into the inn and informed the waiter of his visit.
After a while, You Hongzhuo came down from upstairs and saw Liang Siyi in the hall below.
Liang Siyi saw him, turned around and left, followed by You Hongzhuo. After turning a few streets in this way, in a house, he met An Xifu, his deputy who was deeply trusted by Wang Juyun.
"General An..."
"You Daxia, I've admired you for a long time." The two of them held hands with each other and An Xifu said with a smile, "Siyi said that she saw you in the city and couldn't reveal much information to you for some reasons, but I have had contact with Shi Daxia and the others. Shi Daxia once
I have talked about you before, saying that although you have not joined the army, you are a trustworthy person."
You Hongzhuo nodded. When he was in Jin, the Eight-Armed Dragon King was kind enough to give him advice and talk about many things. There was no need to be pretentious at this time.
"This meeting in Jiangning, I heard that the situation was complicated. I originally thought that Jin was far away from here, so I wouldn't send anyone here, so I wanted to come over to inquire about it, and then go back and talk to Mr. Lou, Daxia Shi and the others in detail, but I didn't expect it.
, General An actually came in person. Could it be that our Jindi and the Fairness Party can also have such a big involvement?"
Although You Hongzhuo travels around the world, he has a quick mind and has seen a lot of things. This fair party conference is very important, but according to their past behavior patterns, this place is closed and chaotic, and all parties bordering it are
There are important reasons for sending people here. However, the Jindi side is far away from here. Even if we get on the line, I'm afraid there won't be any strong connections. Therefore, he really didn't expect that the one who came this time would actually
It will be an important person like An Xifu.
An Xifu smiled: "The female prime minister has been in contact with Zou Xu and is now engaged in arms business. If Zou Xu can win this Bianliang battle, we may not be able to establish a trade route between Jin and Jiangnan.
"
"Oh." You Hongzhuo nodded as he remembered the situation in the Central Plains.
The two parties then sat down and started chatting about the complicated situation in Jiangning City.