Large crowds are flocking to the outskirts of the city.
In the center of the city, another group of people were gathering near the Jiangning Yamen of the old Wu Dynasty.
Street after street, the intersection of streets and streets, formed small intersection squares. The people setting up stalls had already put away their carts and disappeared. Only those who were doing good things, watching the excitement, or still didn't understand
People wondering what had happened gathered at the entrances of these streets, gathered in nearby restaurants and tea shops that were open in small numbers for unknown reasons, and even filled the balconies and rooftops of nearby houses.
Noisy sounds appeared at every street corner.
With Jiuwu Yamen as the center, within a radius of several miles, there are seven or eight streets and more than ten intersections. At this moment, there are famous green forest experts sitting in command. From time to time, they will be heard preaching He Wen's orders.
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"...This is chaos. If there is any grievance, someone will deal with it someday..."
Whether there will be someone to deal with it in the future, or whether it will just be another day, no one can guarantee the vote, but the tight barricades, the horse rejection and the large number of flags have already explained the attitude of the four kings in the Fair Party. This is
The scene of a breakup, and what these barricades builders can do is of course not just gentle persuasion...
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Bang——
The curling dance of the steel knife rushed into the sky with large pieces of flesh and blood, and what appeared in the square was the sound of violent slashes and even broken bones. The tall bodies of the warriors with their chests cracked flew out backwards, and in front, each of them stood slightly.
The short but as strong swordsman as an iron tower slowly slashed across the blade. The bloody blade even had slag of bones and flesh on it, and the smell of blood had already spread.
On the surrounding rooftops and on the side of the road, some people were watching this scene, and some warriors sighed in a low voice: "I heard in the past that this 'Camel God' Jiang Lian is a pig butcher, but the power of this sword may not even be able to chop stones."
Open. No wonder he is the vanguard of 'Heavenly Killer'..."
"Who else?" Jiang Lian, known as the "Camel God," shouted loudly, "Our Fair Party acts according to the law. Who else dares to cause trouble in broad daylight! Where is the injustice?"
Someone rushed out from the crowd. This was an old man with white hair. He was old and his steps were staggering. But perhaps because of excitement or fear, his body was shaking, his steps were very fragile, and he was coughing in his mouth.
He said twice, with a hoarse voice: "I...I...I am old..."
After running a few steps in the small square, an arrow suddenly flew from between a courtyard wall in the distance and pierced the old man's neck from the side. While the old man was running, something seemed to suddenly appear on his neck.
There wasn't much reaction yet, so he fell down.
The roof where the arrow was shot was thirty or forty feet away from here. The opponent could shoot an arrow at this place from that side.
"That's the 'Magic Hand' Zhu Yang..." The warriors who were watching started talking in low voices again.
In front of the small square, including the old man who had just fallen, there were eight or nine corpses lying in a pool of blood. This was the number of people who did not believe in evil and wanted to come forward to argue or to stand up for others.
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"When I came to Jiangning this time, Mr. Zuo was supposed to be lobbying for His Majesty from the southeast. Now he looks radiant. Has he achieved his goal?"
"Hey, why did the Eighth Master force the old man to leak the secret about eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor? But this time, the Eighth Master really represented Mr. Ning and sided with He Wen?"
"Isn't this also a secret... But Mr. Zuo is here, we are all one of our own, we might as well exchange information..."
"He Wen's big mouth has been spread all over the world for a long time, Master Eight..."
"You also know that He Wen has a big mouth. Can you believe what comes out of his mouth? You can only pretend that there is no news, but you, sir, which side did you choose to bet on?"
"Hahahaha..." the old man laughed, "...Actually, He Wen has already confirmed your matter with us in private."
"Hehehe... He Wen also told us your goal in private."
"Hahahahahaha... He Wen, this little bastard..."
"Hahahaha... He Wen is indeed a bastard..."
At the street entrance to the south, cheerful laughter sounded in the teahouse. In the large square in front, people were noisy and fighting was fierce. There was silence for a moment in front of the tea table, and then the old man turned his head and came over.
"Do you really think He Wen can be saved?"
"Who knows about such a big thing..."
"In the past two years, the Fair Party members have tasted the sweetness of wanton looting. This sweetness is also poison. I think it is... difficult..."
"Zuo Gong is wise. No matter how good the slogan is, it is always just the first step forward. Throughout the ages, there has always been a huge gap between a progressive movement and a successful movement."
"That you……"
"The second step is discipline, the third step is regularity, and there are fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth..."
"Does He Wen have these things?"
"If you ask He Wen, you will know."
"...When do you plan to take action?"
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Through the chaotic crowd, three figures slowly walked through the city roads.
A fighting crowd rolled past them. Several figures dragged the knights off their horses and killed them on the roadside. Bloody leaflets flew all over the sky.
On both sides of the road there are closed courtyard gates and ruined abandoned houses. The smell of garbage and blood is mixed on the road. The body of a beggar lies across the opening of the dark alley.
Xue Jin staggered, picked up a leaflet on the ground, looked at it in front of his eyes, and read silently.
"Hey, put that thing down, do you want to die?"
A blood-stained warrior came over from that side, approaching with a ferocious aura: "You still haven't persuaded your father..." In his eyes, there were just two young beggars and an old man here.
A lame middle-aged beggar.
The long sword bullies those who are close.
The older young man grabbed the back of the knife that was stretched out in front of him, folded his hand, and then grabbed the long knife. The other man's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he grabbed it with both hands. The next moment, the young man's left hand held
He grabbed his right palm, flicked it twice in the air, turned the man around, and pushed him forward to kneel on the ground. The man bent his arms backwards and tried to resist, but the young man stepped on him.
On the ground, his right hand twisted behind his head to create a huge, penetrating angle, which was already broken.
The other people rushed over here. The young man was brandishing a steel knife and slapped the head on the ground with the side of the knife. It was like hitting a watermelon, and blood oozed out. Several people with knifes
The figure rushed closer, the little monk retreated towards the back, the young man came over with a sword, and the swords gleamed.
The stormy waves crashed onto the shore and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.
Several figures lay scattered on the streets filled with garbage and corpses.
On the side of the road, Xue Jin closed the leaflet.
His eyes were trembling and confused, and his lips were moving in a murmur, but finally, he gradually thought of something.
He slightly clasped his hands into fists and bowed tremblingly.
"Two...two little benefactors...I, I have a request..."
"……you say."
Ning Ji and Ping An were taking off the clothes they were wearing from the dead and wounded on the ground. The swordsman who rushed over first had the most complete clothes. He crawled forward with difficulty. Ning Ji talked to the young monk and pulled him away.
Drag it back.
"I...little old man...want to ask for a set of pen and paper, and then..." He said this slowly, tears gradually falling from his eyes, "Then, I ask these two little benefactors to leave me alone..."
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The young monk stood up and looked at him seriously. Ning Ji was still taking off his clothes and pants, but then he nodded.
"……good."
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There was a wonderful life.
Is it based on bullying others? Xue Jin couldn't say this.
He was once a dandy in Jiangning City.
Witnessed a life of extravagance and extravagance.
There was also a time when young people in Wuling were quarreling over their heads, and they could not count the duration of a song called Red Thread.
I once had an admiration for a young cloth trader named Su Tan'er, and I also hit someone on the back of the head because of it...
I have seen the birth of the "One Night Fish and Dragon Dance", and I have also appeared evil during one or two parties...
He has seen the long flowing water in Jiangning, and the tranquility of the deep old house shrouded in the endless spring rain...
I have also seen hungry people shivering in the rain and snow outside the city while pretending to be giving out rice and porridge or following the crowd, and the withered bones that fill the wilderness every spring...
All men are guilty...
Perhaps it was the crying of others in the midst of the laughter, the hunger and cold in the wilderness amid the alternation of magnificent scenes, that made that prosperous world finally collapse without a trace...
He married his wife and soon got tired of that face again...
He wanders around brothels, pursuing a night of excitement, and then gradually falls in love with new things...
People always think that everything they get will be free...
I think that a smooth life is a matter of course...
I thought that today’s happiness would last forever...
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Three figures walked through the chaotic streets, heading in the direction of the old Wu Yamen, while looking for the location of the pen and ink.
However, most of the shops on the roadside were closed. Some people had their doors and windows broken open and flames were lit.
Shops that specialize in selling stationery have disappeared. In such a fair and chaotic world, how can anyone use Wenmo?
The corpses on the roadside were fresh.
Paper is also available.
The young monk pointed at the corpse and said:
"Otherwise, just write it in blood."
Xue Jin lay on the ground and began to write what he wanted to write on the paper with his hands stained with blood.
But what to write?
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He thought of Yueniang who was the last to enter.
An ordinary girl in her brothel.
Ordinarily beautiful.
Ordinary talent and learning.
Unsurprisingly, it aroused the admiration of many people.
He is also unremarkably in love with a certain talented person from a poor family.
She is not the most popular girl in Jiangning, but it took Xue Jin a lot of trouble to win her closeness on the scene.
She wants to make money to redeem herself, and she also looks forward to the day when she can get rid of the life of entertaining people with laughter.
Xue Jin spent a lot of money to comb her hair for the first time.
She forced a smile on her face, and he felt happy. He had been hanging out in brothels for so many years, how could he not understand what the other person was thinking?
But gradually, he was able to stay at her place overnight.
Gradually, she gave up the hopes she had in the past. Xue Jin actually didn't want to know how many unparalleled experiences she had during this period.
He was very dignified in the scene, so he married her and entered the house. After entering the house, he gradually began to get tired of it all...
Jiangning was shaken by war disasters, and they sometimes left here to avoid disasters.
He also escaped the ravages of two rounds of Jurchens.
The Fair Party came and swept across the whole of Jiangnan. This time, people could not escape the disaster. They had seen the houses of large families being ransacked and their families exterminated, so they decided to surrender and wait for their fate.
In the first round of entry, someone in the family was killed and someone was raped, but not many people were affected. Troubled times have arrived, and people have to go through such suffering. However, in the following days, people came one after another,
Then he took them to the square, where a woman named "White Rakshasa" cried and accused them of the Xue family's evil deeds...
Stones came like rain, and people happily killed and robbed them. The still beautiful woman was dragged out. Yueniang was dragged into a nearby alley while screaming, and then she cried hoarsely and begged for mercy...
People say that the past was unfair...
Those people said, this is fair...
All sins will eventually face retribution...
His mind was buzzing...
The mist and rain in Jiangning in the past, the east wind in the prosperous age bloomed thousands of trees at night, and people's smiles bloomed in front of his eyes. Those are things he does not deserve. Is this why we fell into such a hell?
Yueniang survived. She was speechless and shivering in his arms. His voice was hoarse, his legs were lame, and his hands were broken. He held her gently under the bridge and looked at the misty rain outside. He went out.
To beg, he went out to collect firewood. Sometimes he was beaten and crawled back slowly with blood on his body. The scene under the bridge gradually changed, and the flowing river gradually became turbid and smelly.
I don’t know why, they still survive like cockroaches...
They cuddle together. Sometimes, Yueniang will look at him with wide eyes. What is she thinking when she looks at him? Have they ever had a time of love in the past? Have they ever had sincere trust?
Sometimes, she would open her eyes wide and look into the distance outside the bridge. What was she thinking about? Was she thinking about her longing as a girl? The agreement with the poor student, their love?
They sat side by side on the river embankment, wanting to watch the fireworks.
This city has never let go...
Living amidst blood and killing, living in a city that is gradually stinking, living among unclear hopes... He doesn't even know why he survived, let alone why Yueniang survived. She has a little bit of
Are you living a difficult life for him?
And she finally died.
When she died, she looked at him with wide eyes.
When she was in the brothel, the most attractive thing was her big eyes...
Yue Niang...are you my family?
You think of me as a family member a little bit...
He thought of these...
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The bloody, trembling fingers were frozen in the air for a long time.
He wailed... finally...
He pressed down on the paper.
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In the hustle and bustle of the city, people watching the excitement are still watching the excitement.
The masters who guard the streets everywhere use their superb martial arts to establish their reputation in front of people.
Occasionally, people who rushed to the barricade were hacked to death in a pool of blood, and eighteen weapons were used to pull out a flower in the air.
Several masters who were unwilling to be left alone sneaked in and were immediately killed.
The banner of the No. 1 man in the world is like a needle that calms the sea, suppressing the waves in the city.
Dozens of miles away on the Yangtze River, He Wen was on the deck of a vast fleet, heading for a distant place.
Xue Jin walked slowly and tremblingly towards an intersection on the south side.
His mouth was open with almost no teeth, and his eyes were covered with tears.
Among the bystanders around him, there were warriors with weapons and ordinary people watching. Some were speaking with indignation, while others were tremblingly waiting for things to change. He and the two teenagers watched on the roadside for a while.
"Is this the way to the Yamen..."
"Why don't you let me go..."
They wanted to understand the situation here, and Random, through some whispers, got most of it.
Some people who rushed up to complain were chopped to death among the corpses...
Xue Jin trembled and said goodbye to the two teenagers.
"Please my two benefactors... please leave me alone..."
They were silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
"One day, when I return to the southwest, I may see Ning Yi, who was beaten over the head by you. Is there anything you want me to say to him?"
The young man asked about it.
Xue Jin thought for a while and finally showed a slight smile.
"That Taoist priest recited two poems, but he lied to me." Xue Jin said, "I will... hope that he will have many children and grandchildren in his life, and will live a long and prosperous life. If you ask him... he must live a good life..."
"I will tell him..." The young man nodded, "From now on, I won't care about you anymore."
He said this and finally said: "If someone blocks the way, don't pass by."
"...Well." Xue Jin held the piece of paper in his hand and nodded with tears in his eyes.
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It was already a quarter past noon in the morning, and the information from the Supervision Department had been dispersed throughout the city.
In the street square more than a mile south of the old Wu Yamen, people on the teahouse discovered an unusual target.
The young man separated from the young monk and walked to the door of the teahouse nearby.
A figure came down from upstairs. It was a delicate woman with a scar on her face. The young man approached her and called her: "Seventh Aunt."
"What's wrong?" The senior Chinese military officer, who had been called Xiao Qi in the past and returned to Jiangning after a long absence, smiled softly at him, "What happened to make you so confused that you want to throw yourself into a trap?"
Ning Ji looked around, and Hei Niu and others gradually appeared around, looking at him with a playful expression.
"Aunt Qi, I...I saw something, and I want to...get the same thing as you..."
The woman's eyes became calm, and then became serious: "What did you see?"
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At a quarter past noon, Zuo Xiuquan was talking to Qian Luoning above the teahouse when he saw a scarred woman walking up from the side and whispering something to Qian Luoning.
"...Give it to him?" Qian Luoning asked.
The woman smiled and nodded.
"What time is it now?"
"...a moment."
"...it's a little ahead of schedule...that's okay...let each group prepare to take action."
He waved his hands and made several gestures.
The old man laughed: "Didn't you say before... that you weren't here to fight?"
"Yes." Qian Luoning stood up and took a long breath, "We are here to fight."
"...But this opening is the direction held by King Yama." The old man pointed to the distance, "What should Master Lin do? Who can suppress him?"
The crowd above the teahouse was already flowing down like water. Qian Luoning looked at Zuo Xiuquan. After a long time, he laughed...
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At a quarter past noon, among the crowd, "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng squinted his eyes and saw a familiar figure not far away.
Yan Yunzhi was standing on the street corner, looking at the killing scene in front of the square. Standing next to her must be Yan Tiehe, the second master of the Yan family.
Both of these men are now wanted by the Baofeng with a heavy reward on their head.
Li Yanfeng smiled.
He immediately saw that Yan Yunzhi seemed to have discovered something. He was standing on tiptoes and looking towards the center of the square. Li Yanfeng also looked over there...
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The corpses around were hideous and the smell of blood filled the air...
The dead people have their eyes open, as if they are nostalgic for this world...
Those eyes reminded him of Yueniang's eyes...
I have seen a beautiful world...
I have had a life that is nostalgic...
But now...
Xue Jin cried out in the crowd...
He held the piece of paper in his hand and slowly walked forward...
In the square ahead, someone pointed this way and shouted something...
There is a line between life and death.
Cross that line and this life will end...
He was finally...going back to where Yueniang went...
He raised the paper in his hand.
So people on the other side of the square also understood what he would do...
Xue Jin's footsteps entered the realm of blood...
Not far away, people are watching all this...
This is not the first person to fall in the square this morning, and it will definitely not be the last...
From a distance, arrows flew over.
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Xue Jinguan is currently on his way.
A figure passed by him, leaping high and then falling, holding in his hand the arrow shot from dozens of feet away.
The young monk threw the arrow away.
The warrior on the opposite side of the square who was responsible for guarding this place was holding a red tassel gun and showed a smile:
"Haha, here comes another practitioner..."
The young monk waved to the back: "Brother."
The young man named Ning Ji was walking towards this side with a package in his hand and a knife in the other.
Taking slow and trembling steps, Xue Jin cried and moved forward holding the bloody paper.
Among the crowd behind, Yan Yunzhi saw that figure.
Not far away from the side, "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng also saw the appearance of these two people. In his brows, murderous intent spread. He stretched out his hand and roared towards the people guarding the front of the square with the stick behind his back.
The warrior said hello.
"Brother Lu, one of these two little boys is mine."
There were whispers coming from far and near.
"It was the 'Monkey King' who took action..."
"The person in the square is the 'Smart Spear' Lu Fan..."
"Who are these two children..."
"Enter the dragon and the tiger..."
Ning Ji walked forward. He didn't pay much attention to Li Yanfeng who was coming from the side, nor did he pay attention to the gatekeeper in front of the square. His eyes were already fierce, and he waved his hand and threw the baggage forward.
The young monk took the baggage with some doubts.
"Find a flagpole." Ning Ji said, "Raise it."
Li Yanfeng walked towards this side with vigorous steps.
"Magic Spear" Lu Fan shook his spear and took a stance: "The road is blocked today, and it won't be easy for anyone to use it!"
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
Xue Jin moved forward crying.
Behind him, Ning Ji lowered his figure, and suddenly, his power exploded. The whole figure rushed forward like a tiger. The sun shone brightly, and the distance between him and the man in front of the square suddenly shortened. The spear in Lu Fan's hand was swiped.
The spears were thrown out all over the sky, and then there were only a few tinkling sounds. The attack of the spear was like a long snake, but the sword light suddenly split open the middle door of the spear. After several consecutive chops, the spear was killed with one knife.
The body was smashed to the ground. Stone chips on the ground were scattered by the gun body. The young man jumped up as if he was stepping on the gun body, and the sword in his hands struck down like thunder.
Lu Fan's body flew backwards and hit a pile of horses behind him. The steel knife fell diagonally into his body from the side of his neck, almost cutting open his entire upper body.
The liquid spurted out like an explosion.
The young man stood in front of his body and drew his knife.
This morning, in front of the fortress formed by the four kings of the Fairness Party, some people charged, some protested, and some were killed in the competition. However, against the four kings who had the upper hand, no one dared to confront them in front of them.
A warrior would do such a cruel thing.
But at this moment, red blood spurted out like a pool of blood.
"Today, this road can be walked...I said so."
He stated this while facing the countless figures in front of him.